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Post by Drake Daniels on Aug 15, 2006 13:23:29 GMT -5
All Out Battle Royal
EWA Roster (anyone who wants in rp winner gets a whatever kinda match they want with whoever)
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Post by mikeomega on Aug 17, 2006 0:21:48 GMT -5
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Post by chrisking on Aug 18, 2006 23:06:30 GMT -5
[His face tells a story, a story of pain, agony and frustration. The slopes on his forehead are showing his age older than what he is. The twenty-one year old lifts his head up and ponders on what’s going on with his life as to now. His blood shot eyes are also telling a story, quite a different story, but a story none the less. In the corner of his left eye lies a spot of blood from his last match, a match that tore through the arena like a hurricane. The diagonal scrape that’s under his left eye has scabbed over and it repairing the scrape with fresh skin.]
Chris: “My life was once so simple, but now it’s changed. I don’t know if it’s for the better or for the worse, but it’s a change none the least. I once had fun times and now it’s all so jumbled up I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. It seems that all I do is wrestle, read and teach. I want more in my life than that. I deserve more of a life than that.”
[His head falls downward as he is in disbelief.]
Can I really have a better life that what I have now? I have money, but what good is that, really? I have good health; well it’s alright, not great. I at least have a life other than wrestling; I have a family, no wife, but a brother and niece. Am I going to be forced to be a wrestler my entire life or can I capitalize on it and become something more?
“What a wonderful world we live in today. There are many things that this world has to offer to me. One of them is this so called EWA Heavyweight Championship. The other is the EWA Extreme Championship. Hmm, who here in EWA should hold either of those titles?”
[Chris places his hand upon his chin and cocks his head sideways looking into the sky.]
[He snaps his fingers.]
“Maybe it should be me to own one. First we have this fake want to be champion Tony X who thinks he’s a real champion. I’ve not seen any competition here for him, well that was until I came here. Tony I hope your ready to have a real match instead of these little want to be thugs like yourself. I’m going to have an easier time taking a crap than you’ll have beating Mike Omega.”
“My life has been nothing short than great. I’ve won championships after championships, defended them and retained. I’ve been in the ring with great men, some of which may be in the hall of fame one day. Now I’ve come to this place, the EWA, to show you all what wrestling is all about and what a real champion looks like.”
“What is inside the mind of a freak, do any of you all know?”
[Chris cracks a smile and shakes his head from side to side.]
“No! None of you know how sick and twisted a mind can work. My mind only has realism in it, so what could be more real than all the terrible and frightening things I’ve seen? It’s quite simple, you see. I’ve roamed from town to town in search of people to help, but you know what? Over half of them wouldn’t accept my helping hand or my hand outs. I offered to take them away from the hell they were living and all I heard was no, no this, no that. I’m so sick of hearing no. Those people have fueled my fiery soul and made me into the creature that I am today.”
“When you step into the ring with me you shall all know that your souls will become mine and I will win you over or I will die trying.”
[He tightens his fingers up and makes a fist with both hands. The veins are embossed on the top of his hands as his fingers start to turn red and then to white.]
“My life’s struggles and difficulties shall be shown in my matches throughout the time I’m here in EWA. I just hope you know whether or not to join me, or get disemboweled!”
[The lights go out as a fire burns brightly behind him. A voice can be heard saying “Your lost soul is mine!”]
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Post by The Masked Man on Aug 19, 2006 1:16:01 GMT -5
[Wind blowing, the rain falling, the thunder roaring are all things that can be heard and seen. No light can be seen, only that of the moon. Shadows of wires and the likes on top of a building. A shadow of a man walks back and forth, not letting a thing bother him. Not the rain, not the wind not even the heavy thunder. Nothing but a mere outline of this man can be seen. He speaks.]
{I love parties. The ones where you just walk in not knowing anyone. an open invational type of party. And it seems as if EWA is having just that. An open Battle Royal, anyone welcomed. Now I must ask everyone... Is that a good thing? It might be, but what happens when you get someone of my calibur? Someone so lethal. Someone whos not afraid to take things to the limits.}
[The man vanishes into the dark.]
{Chris King, already apart of this Battle. My fellow son. No one cares about you or your damn stories! No one cares about your life and quite frankly, no one cares about your stories, scars and sticthes! Pointless bullshit talk is what it is. Can't you see Mr. King. You believe heavily you will become the EWA Champion, and that may happen in due time, but lets face facts... You are no where ready to compete for that precious title. Yes, you may have held numerous titles else where but that doesn't matter. You go on insulting a champion like Tony X. Why? What has he done to you but be the best damn champion he can be. He does what he loves, he wrestles, he enetertains. Some people don't see things his way but hey, that is all part of the buisness. If you can't get over that, then maybe you shouldn't be in this buisness.}
{You go on about what a real champion looks like, talking about being self-centered. Chris, the way you look at yourself, its pathetic. You think your this great athlete that doesn't have a care in the world. Well come Extreme By Choice, you will have to worry, worry about me kicking your ass from one corner to another. I don't care what you say or what you can do. Fact is, you've never seen what I can do. And come Extreme By Choice.}
[Man laughs]
{You'll know a whole new meaning to the word pain!}
{Michael, you German moron! Aren't you proud you can speak English? Well I am because to be honest with you... Instead of listening to your translator, I was too busy thinking about what I would do with her in bed. You say your not a nice person, well boo fucking who! Who cares! Just because you come from Germany and you have finally learned English that doesn't mean your someone who shouldn't be messed with. Your not scary looking nor are you intimadating. You're pretty damn pathetic if you ask me. Oh and by the way... Your English sucks!}
[The man comes back to the point where a shadow can be scene once again. His shoulder jumping up and down as his laugh echoes thru the surronding tall buildings.]
{Mike Omega, you believe the winner of this battle Royal is out for your blood... It may be true, but me.. Im not out for your blood. After I take out all of these ignorant no good, can't speak English, story telling bitches, I will step up to the plate and no, I won't take your title, but I will show you that I am worthy of a title shot. But whos to say your walking out the champion Mike? If you really did believe you were EWA Champion material, then you wouldn't be afraid to step into this Battle Royal, isn't that true Mike? What if you do lose that match against Tony? Than what? You won't be as close to that title as the winner of this battle royal. You see Mike, you have to look at every odd end and every loose beginning. Theres no say when your times up until the time is present. Good luck Mike, I look forward to seeing you lose that title match.}
[The man walks over to the ledge of the building as he looks around. Up, down left to the right... He pulls his head back and his arms out, his shirt blows in the wind.]
{I am entering myself into this all out Battle Royal. I will suceed and I will prove why I am the greatest to ever walk into a match like this. I know my opponents, but do they know me? I doubt it. So Chris, Michael... Be prepared to be beaten and humiliated! What you going to do, when the masked man comes for you!}
[The man laughs and laughs and laughs as the scene eventually turns into black.]
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Post by "Suave" Michael Josef Bar on Aug 19, 2006 21:30:18 GMT -5
[“Suave” Michael Joseph Bartell walks into view as we see a brick wall in the background reading King Gym with a big crown behind the writing. The scars over Michael’s eye’s stick out as they are swollen and sweat glistens on his forehead.]
Michael: People look at me and have to hold in from laughter. I am asked every day how I got these scars and not one person believes the story behind it. They look at me and say you are too small to be a professional wrestler. I hear about all the bad times people go through and what others believe they have suffered.
[Michael drops the barbells he was working with as the clink to the ground he steps forward.]
Michael: I have been to hell and back. I vacation at hell every match I have ever been in and every match I am going to be in for the future. Nobody knows how much I have to go through when half the divas in this profession are bigger then you are. Nobody takes some serious that stands five feet high and weighs less then 170lbs wet as a dog.
[Michael laughs.]
Michael: That is their downfall, they do not take me serious and they do not think a little guy can walk in and do anything to stop them. Dynamite comes in small packages my friends and this small package carries an explosion bigger then C4.
[Michael picks back up the barbells and begins to do some curls, as he laughs the motion moves his mask.]
Michael: You say I do not scare you my masked friend yet all you do is chatter. You speak about how I think you should be impressed and what you wanted to do to my translator go ahead and have fun with the transvestite I was tired of carrying that fake luggage around any way.
[Michael continues his curls, as he looks intent to get ready for action.]
Michael: America a land for new opportunities and this time it is a time for people to realize I am not the runt of a liter I am a unique force one that is trained in precision strikes to take down even the biggest of enemies. I am not government trained and I surely was not trained by any gym or dojo. I am trained by an elite force to be stealthy and take out opponents with as little strikes as possible.
[Michael sets the barbells back on the rack as he walks over to a bench press and lies on the bench.]
Michael: I walked into this place and was looked at with piercing views by men on steroids and working out the kinks form recent bouts with people bigger then they were. One person approached me and told me “boy the comic book is down the street leave the weights to the big boys.” You think I want anything to do with comic books anything to do with normal people. I wear this mask for a reason and as much as I hate to show everyone there truly is only one-way people will get up off my back.
[Michael stops lifting and places the bar back down bringing his hands to his mask. Michael peels the mask slowly down as scaly skin comes into view followed by places where there is a clear jelly like substance that only coves where skin should be. The scars of a severe burn are shown and his lips are stitched around as if they had been ripped form his face.]
Michael: I was in a severe accident that left me with little to nothing left of my face. The skin that is there was done through a painful process and is slowly being done for the rest of my face. The lips on my face where burned so dry they fell and when reapplied they had a sag to them that was unbearable. I was left to face myself in the mirror everyday and barely could do that for the fact I was hideous.
[Michael places the mask back on his face as he tries to muster out a laugh.]
Michael: I am what people make me out to be and that is all I am for now. People made me the monster I am by forcing me to bring my body over its limits and into a new extreme limit. Hell if I had not done the things I have done my body would be intact, but I may not be what I am today. I wrestled for small promotions bring things to the extreme each scar is a battle wound that I can wear proud because they became victories. The scare around my eye is from barbwire ripping and tearing as someone swung a baseball bat wrapped in it hitting my eye. The burning my face suffered was from a no limits match the person figured if they set me on fire I would be defeated. I have news I came out on top again as I pinned the man he to was soon burning and rolling. Fire extinguishers would not have even helped us, but things like that do not bother me one bit.
[Michael stands up and walks forward laughing a little.]
Michael: I have been dropped on my head numerous times. Things do not affect me like everyone thinks. I have an important meeting here though so I have to let you dirty Americans get back to what ever it is that you where doing before greatness came into your boring days.
[The scene fades to black.]
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Post by The Masked Man on Aug 19, 2006 22:56:20 GMT -5
[Yet once again the darkness is surronding a dark room. A shadow of a man can be seen.]
{It just doesn't matter who hard you try to tell someone they don't matter, they just never listen. Michael Suave... You go on about your little car accident and how your face was peeled off you head. Dude, no one gives a shit what you look like, inside or out. You go on and on about yourself and how your this little guy and how big explosives come in little packages... Bitch please, you haven't proved much yet. The only thing you've proved thus far is how good you are at telling stories... Dude, SHUT UP!}
{You talk about yourself being great? How us Americans are boring? If we we're so boring, then why would you travel all the way here just to wrestle? And bitch don't say its because you love wrestling, because we all know that isn't the case. Truth is Mike... The only reason you wrestle is to let out your inner anger, your inner beast. You know you can never get married and have kids. You are just way too damn ugly and no matter what, no girl will ever accept you. Hell, no man would accept you. As you hear these words come from my mouth, I know your at home watching, weeping, crying your ass off! But lets face it Mike... Things for you just never work out for the better do they? And come Extreme By Choice, I will show you exactly what I mean!}
{There is no other man in this compeition worth listening to, worth fighting with because we all know it's going to come down to me and you Mike. We both want this, but for different reasons I believe. Ok, its like this Mike... Your ugly, your pathetic, your small, your short... FUCK YOU! Its kinda that simple Mike. Im coming down to that ring and im going to kick your ass all over it... And after im done kicking your ass... I will expose you as the beast you really are. I will show the world what your hiding under that mask... A monster!}
[The man laughs as the scene fades to black.]
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