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Post by Hylian on Jul 6, 2007 1:19:41 GMT -5
XWE Bloodbath - Week 1 Main Event Number 1 Contendership for the World Wrestling Championship Ryan Maynard vs. Mischeif Number 1 Contendership for the XWE Championship Damian Satania vs Lupo Roland vs Tifa Roland vs Big Pappi Singles Match Hylian vs Mr. Poku Number 1 Contendership for the XWE Iron Man Championship Van Samanya vs Wei-Yan Singles Match Austin "The Shredder" Sheilds vs The Hardcore Hitman *NoteCard is subject to change, closes Wednesday, July 11th.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Jul 6, 2007 22:20:28 GMT -5
*The camera zooms in and shows an up-close face...unknown at the moment...uttering some words...* : There's nothing more left of me...all my family is gone. My brother...my mother...my father...my... *Before the man finished his statement, the camera turns slightly over to a gun....* : I guess there isn't much left to do now...but... *The camera manages to zoom back...and it appears to be Mischeif....he takes a look over at the gun...and picks it up.* Mischeif: That son of a bitch.... *Mischeif now who is talking in context into what happened to his family...appears to put the gun to his head...and animates his own shooting...the suddenly he points the gun straight forward.* Mischeif: That guy won't know what's going to come to him...before I take my own life...I'm going to take that mans life. *Mischeif drops the gun, and Mischeif sits back, and appears now to be dreaming.* Mischeif: Mother, we need to get the hell out of here! Mom: I just need to get... Mischeif: We need to get out of here now! Father, come on! *Mischeif's mother and father slowly advance to Mischeif...when the gunman who had terrorized the building they we're in starts shooting rounds at his parents. The gunman then points his gun to Mischeif, as he is running towards his parents. The gunman shoots and hits Mischeif twice...on in the shoulder and one in the back. Mischeif goes down and attempts to reach his parents, and then the gunman, who seems to think Mischeif had died, leaves.* *Mischeif now slowly manages to crawl to his knees, and gain his balance. He begins to walk over into the other room where his brother was hiding, opens the closet to find his brother killed. Mischeif now, seeing everything right before his eyes, falls back onto his knees and sobs over the death of his family.* *Mischeif is now awake, and reaches for the gun he had first dropped. He picks it up and aims to an angle, possibly where he saw the gunman in the building, and fires it.* Mischeif: That man is free...running...and running...damn him....I'm going to find that man. *Mischeif now gets up and puts on his sweatshirt, and then heads out the door. The camera then fades away.*
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Van
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Post by Van on Jul 7, 2007 20:29:27 GMT -5
*The scene fades into a fairly fresh and tidy locker room, uniquely constructed, boasting it’s own sense of style. The carpet, an odd color. A patterned green carpet, with little purple diamonds within each square. Oddly enough, the walls are painted a deep gray, leading to the question, “Who the hell designed this room?”. A set of black lockers stand against a wall, next to a vertical banner of some NFL team. A radio sits on a table against another wall, singing tunes to the lone unfolded chair in front of the table. A few familiar voices approach the door, one man, one women*
Man: This has to be it. It has our names on it.
Woman: Good, I was getting tired of looking.
*The man chuckles, exposing his signature laugh to the fans at home, even getting a rise from the onlooking crowd. The sound of keys jingling and jiggling of the door handle signals for the attention from every fan in the arena, preparing them for the revealing of the pair. The door swings open, and in steps Van first, holding his woman’s hand right behind him. The camera zooms close to the side of the door, getting a closer look at Van and his lovely wife*
Van: Find a seat somewhere, I’ll be back in a minute.
*Van turned around and kissed her on the forehead, and walked by Dani, closing the door behind him*
Danielle: Okay...
*With a sigh, she looked around for a comfortable place to rest, after all, a woman’s feet need resting after a hard days work. On the opposite wall rested a couch, fluffy, and inviting. A good place to rest until he gets back, she thought. Danielle walked over to the couch swiftly, and rested full out, from end to end. After settling in, she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep from exhausting of the hustle and bustle of the day. The screen does a swirling motion, kind of like a flashback*
*The scene cuts to a large field of grass, and one lonely tree. Flourishing with leaves and branches, they both swayed easily in any breeze, despite the massive size of the tree. A young blonde woman, looking to be about the age of 14, sits under a tree, focused on a book she holds in her hands. A gentle breeze passes through her hair, swaying it cautiously in the wind. She sits alone, although she’s surrounded by other outside activity goers, from walking the dog to tackle football. As she reads, a football player takes notice of her presence, and signals to the rest of the players, “Hold on, a second.” The muscular boy walks over to her, and sits down next to her*
Boy: Hey.
*The girls continues reading her book, ignoring his attempt to start small talk*
Boy: I said, hey.
Girl: I know.
*She flips a page as the boy starts to get frustrated a little.*
Boy: What’re you doing later tonight?
*Without looking, she responds to him as she keeps reading. "This guy's creepy as hell..."*
Girl: Going to the movies with my boyfriend.
Boy: You have a boyfriend?
*She turns another page, trying not to make it obvious that she too, was looking for him*
Girl: Yup.
*The boy now feels like he’s superior to any man as he crouches next to her still. He scouts around the park, looking for a weak, frail boy that he could use as an example to tease the girl about. He finds one, and decides to take advantage*
Boy: Is it him?
Girl: Who?
Boy: Your boyfriend.
*The girl grips the bottom of the book with both hands, and faces it downwards, searching for her love*
Girl: Where...
*The boy points of a lone kid, about the same age as her. He sits on a bench with big glasses and a sweater. He reads his book also, the boy mocking her decision to read when she could be out at a carnival, or a movie*
Boy: Him.
*She finally sees the kid, and makes a wierd look at the first sight of him*
Girl: Ew, no.
Boy: Then who is it?
*Another one of the football players runs over to the girl, making it even harder for her to read*
Brad: Hey Jake, you coming back to play or what?
Jake: In a minute, hold on.
Brad: Who’s this? Your friend?
Girl: No, just met.
*The girl sighs at the boys, and continues reading. Brad tries reading on with her, but she turns away from him to cover the book in the shadows cast by the trees*
Jake: What’s that book your reading?
*Jake yanks the book from the girls hands and puts in front of his face, ripping some of the material off of the cover as he reads as fast as he can. The girl stands up and immediately objects to his actions*
Girl: What the hell? Give me my book back, you jerk!
*He turns away, giggling at her attempt to try and get the book back. Jake hurries to Brad, showing him dramatic lines from the book, exploiting it’s lovey-dovey scene*
Jake: He gently caressed her hair, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear? What the fuck is this? Haha.
*Brad and Jake laughed at her dismay some more, quoting other cheesy lines from the intimacy in the story. As they laughed and made fun, she sat back down under the tree, defenseless in her own frustration. Another boy, this one way with a much different appearance than the other two, comes from the opposite side of the large Oak, rushes to her side*
Boy: What’s going on here?
*Jake and Brad stopped their reading, and walked back with a cocky strut to their step, and stood in front of the girl*
Jake: We’re reading this totally gross book. The girl right there gave it to us!
Brad: Haha, yeah!
*They high-five each other as they look the newly introduced boy over. Long, brown hair to the shoulders, brown eyes, and equipped with some muscle of his own stood before them, defending the damsel in distress*
Jake: Who might you be?
*The girl unnoticeably had started to cry, crossing her arms on her Capri’s, and looking down into the grass. The knight in shining armor took her by the hand, and lifted her from the ground easily, and into his chest*
Boy: Come here.
*He whispered into her ear. She buried her face into his chest, trying to avoid embarrassment at her own cost*
Brad: Are you her boyfriend?
Boy: What if I am?
*He looked down at her face and put an arm around her back, checking to see if she was okay. Meanwhile, the boys chuckled with laughter*
Jake: You’re her boyfriend?
Boy: Yeah, I am. Got a problem with it?
*The boy’s tone gave way to many things to happen after he was finished talking. Not looking for a fight, Van snatched the book away easily from the unsuspecting Brad, and looked down at his woman again*
Brad: Hey man!
*Brad walked forward and pushed the boy away from his girlfriend, causing her to fall out of his grasp and send both of them to the ground*
Boy: Danielle!
*He got up quickly without hesitation, and ran to her side to check for any signs of cuts or scrapes*
Boy: Danielle!
*The boy frantically checked her over, faster than before. He turned her over a little, nothing on her top except for some dirt and grass. He looked over her legs for signs of blood as the other boys looked on. The long-haired boy shaked her a little bit as the other boys laughed and looked on*
Brad: Haha. You’re a loser.
*The boy thought back to grade school, kids making fun of him, his appearance, his personality. The rage within him grew from what it always was, lighting the fire of the beast inside*
Boy: What...?
*He stood up and turned around slowly with an annoyed look upon his face*
Boy: What did you call me?
Jake: He called you a loser...
*The boy heard enough, and decided to take action. He reared back, and sent a punch, flying right into Jake’s chin, knocking Jake to the ground. Apparently, the boy had no respect for jocks and spiked hair. Brad looked at the angered boy, and backed away a little*
Boy: You...
*The boy sent another punch to the chin, only the victim was Brad, who was also sent to the ground in one blow. Both Brad and Jake being layed out, the boyfriend was surprised the other football players didn’t notice. Acting quickly, he rushed to her side again, picking her up from the ground slowly. She let out a grunt and an “ouch...” as the boy did so*
Boy: Let’s go home, Dani...
*The scene cuts back to the empty locker room again, this time, Danielle is accompanied again by her husband at her side, crouching on the floor, near her face. His hand is on her side as she lays quietly on the couch, fast asleep. He shakes her a little bit, trying to wake her. He whispers her name softly into her ear*
Van: Danielle.
*No response, so there’s no option but to try again*
Van: Danielle...
*She awoke slowly, blinking her eyes a little bit, revealing her heavenly eyes to Vans gaze as she gained conciousness*
Danielle: What...what happened?
*Fatigue was obvious in her waking voice as she turned onto her back to get a better view of her man. She turned her sat up a bit, resting her head on her hand as she listened*
Van: Well, we came to the locker room earlier, and I said I’ll be back. Then I guess you ca-
*At that moment, Danielle reached her arms out, and pulled Van on top of her. She layed on her back as he got on top of her, and they both locked eyes in the heat of passion, which was then suddenly interrupted to the joining of their lips...*
*The scene fades with Van grabbing the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it off of his torso, and Danielle unbuttoning her pants, and lowering her zipper...*
End promo 1.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Jul 7, 2007 23:16:46 GMT -5
*Mischeif eyes slowly open, and his vision is blurry at first. He slowly turns to his side and sees needles in his arm, and he is in a hospital bed. Currently there is nobody else in the room, and Mischeif simply sighs for a moment. He is fully aware of the situation now. A knock on the door signals to enter, and Mischeif now speaks. The police officer enters, and is stunned that Mischeif is already wake.* Officer: Your uh...already awake. Mischeif: *Currently taking out some of the needles on wires* It's hard to put me down. Officer: *A small laugh in his voice* He did put you down though. *Mischeif looks into the Officer's eyes with the most pale...angry...lifeless look...the Officer's laugh turned into a serious voice.* Officer: We have not yet found the killer of your family, but we are still looking for him. Do you have any details? Mischeif: Details? Fuck! I got shot twice! Fucking twice! Instead of worrying about the fucking killer, I want to know how my parents are. Are they still out of it...or are they awake? Is my brother sleeping still? I WANT TO SEE THEM. *The Officer is quiet for a moment, and takes off his hat.* Officer: I hate to tell you, but your family is dead. They we're dead on the sight. Didn't you know that? While you we're crying in front of your son? Then passed out from the horror? Mischeif: ... *Mischeif, who is now starting to tap on the bed side....begins to start to cry* Mischeif: *in a sad...tearing tone*, I wasn't...fucking passed out because I knew they we're dead! It was because my fucking family...including myself...was damn sh... *Before Mischeif can finish...he turns away from the Officer and attempts to get himself free.* Officer: You aren't ready to leave yet. Mischeif: I will leave when I'm ready. And I AM ready. Your piece of shit squad is wasting your time. While you sit on your asses that asshole of a man is still walking around...knowing he won't be found...still running...running... Officer: We are doing the best we can... Mischeif: YOUR BEST IS GARBAGE! *Mischeif now moves his hand to the button to call for a nurse...* Mischeif: May I have this officer removed from my room, please? May I also be released? Nurse: Uh, we may get rid of the officer. But you need to stay.... Mischeif: Fine. *The Officer gives Mischeif a frustrated look, and leaves the room. Mischeif then rips off the needles and wires on both of his arms, and takes off anything else on him. He has a taped shoulder...and a big bandage on his thigh. Mischeif limps a little and finds his close folded to his side. He undresses and redresses and slowly walks outside the room, and sneaks his way out of the hospital.* Mischeif: This is just too much for me...I'm so overwhelmed. *Mischeif runs to a near-by bush...and falls to his knees and cries. Ind his mind he knows he needs to give it all away. To be away from this world, and to meet his family in a new plac...* *Mischeif is now outside of the apartment complex, and begins to walk to his car...and opens the car door and...before he does that he pulls out his gun and takes a long...awkward look at it. He seems to have a puzzled look on, but in a sadistic type of way. Mischeif searches his pockets for a silencer, and puts it onto the gun and puts it back into his pocket. He gets in the car and closes the door, and starts the engine and drives away. Mischeif has no idea where he has to start....but he needs get away...and get revenge...the camera slowly fades away.*
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Post by xDeniedx on Jul 8, 2007 15:08:21 GMT -5
The crowd has quieted down after seeing the footage shot by Big Pappi and Van Samanya. Click Click Boom hits and a mixed crowd reaction starts up as Damian Satania appears for the first time atop the ramp. He casually makes his way down to the ring ignoring the fans wanting high fives and tuneing out the insults thrown at him as walks up the steel steps and into the ring. He walks across the ring and gestures for a microphone, eventually one is tossed to him.
Damian: Yeah, yeah, calm yourselves down. I'm gonna make this as short and as sweet as possible. Hopefully no one ends up bawling there eyes out too hard when i'm done.
Damian paces around the ring stirring through the thoughts in his mind.
Larry: Looks like Damian's gettin' ready to go on a rant, been a while since we've heard one of those long winded speeches.
Nigel: The guy is an ex-XWE Title holder, those rants hit home hard for his opponants and made them lose focus and concentration Larry, you gotta see the bigger picture.
Larry: Those rants are weak, My own grandmother wouldn't cower from them.
Nigel: And yet you are afraid to enter the ring with Damian yourself.
Larry: Just shut up and listen.
Damian: Alright, so who should I say somethin about first. Well, why don't we start with the match concept and go from there. A number one contender shot at a vacant title that will be decided at the first pay per view. Fatal fourway style.
Crowd cheers the match.
Damian:Featuring the Rolands.
A small section tries to start a chant while a weak crowd cheer fades out.
Damian: Big Pappi.
A louder cheer and a Pap-pi chant that stays audible for a while.
Damian: And none other than myself.
Damian recieves the same mixed reaction he had before, which goes to say, either he's one of the most watched at the moment or people just aren't sure they know what they like.
Damian: So now that, that is out of the way, lets start with Big Pappi since we just saw such a...brilliant...wonderful...illegal masterpeice. Cudos to you Pappi, not only have you managed to completely destroy any intelligence you had, you commited murder on national t.v. You run with the streets now do you? Livin' your life like a "G". Man, the only thing you're doing right now is looking like a damn fool let alone a wanted man. I'd love to see how you manage to talk your way out of this one with the cops. So, Two of my opponants have teamed up with Van, unfortunate he isn't in this match cause I'd whip his ass too.
The crowd doesn't like the way Damian keeps running down Pappi and begin to fully turn on him.
Damian: You people are idiots. You cheer murder and boo me for a few words. Doesn't matter, since I'm talking about that...faction if you can call it that, I might as well go onto Lupo next.
Damian goes over and leans against a turnbuckle, relaxing himself into it.
Damian: How does it feel Lupo, knowing that your only real success come when someone's got your back. Before now you had your sister to hide behind. Now you've got Pappi to watch out for you too. When are you really going to be able to take on anyone alone? This match is essentially a 3 on 1, until one of you decides to get greedy. Chances are if Pappi can make it into the match, let alone the building without being arrested he will. Everyone you rely on could potentially be your down fall. Pappi could get greedy. Tifa could finally try and make a name for herself besides the only woman wrestler in the federation. Hell, I don't think I've ever faced you and there's not way you can take me down.
Nigel: Satania's really taking a huge chunk of out Lupo, I don't know who's got the bigger problem, Big Pappi or him right about now.
Larry: It doesn't matter Nigel, you heard the damn man himself. It's essentially a 3 on 1, what's he gonna do?
Damian: Last but not least. Tifa Roland. Little Miss Magician. One week she shows up for the match, the next she disappears. Come to think of it, I don't really believe any of you can show up to the match except maybe Lupo. You know alot about Lupo, which means I'm sure your aware about his cowardice, always hiding behind you. Though I'm sure you know alot when it comes to him being behind you...
Larry: Damian just took it too far, that right there has crossed the line.
Nigel: Well, it looks like he's trying damn hard to call any of them out and this might do the trick.
Larry: Call them out, that ain't calling them out Nigel, that's Damian signing his own death certificate and handing it over to them. He a dead man now.
Damian: Then again, I don't think there is any good way to answer that is there Tifa. Look when any of you decide you want to fight for a championship title instead of just running around like morons, or hiding, or living in shame, I'll be waiting. That title's mine and I'm making sure each of you know that once I win, assuming any of you show up, that you aren't anywhere close to being good enough to take it back from me. Now cue the music.
Click Click Boom comes back on over the arena while Damian leaves to a chorus of boos and insults. He stays calm with that smirk across his face. He knows he's making the phone ring and someone is bound to answer it. He disappears backstage and shortly there after the music ends.
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Post by smoke63 on Jul 9, 2007 2:39:02 GMT -5
A couple of minutes have passed since Damian Satania's rant. The crowd seems to have calmed down a bit after his cruel remarks about their favorites. The camera fades into a hallway backstage where a man in seen standing in front of one of the wrestlers locker rooms. The man is unidentifiable at first, as he looks like no one the fans had ever seen. : Its been so long...... The camera zooms in closer to the unknown man, before showing the name plate on the door. It reads "Austin Shields". A small whisper can be heard rumbling through the fans, questions like "Who is he?" or "Where'd he come from?" can be faintly heard. An older gentlemen sitting in the nose bleed section appears pale as a ghost, and utters "Can it be?" Austin: Its been 10 years since I last competed......I have missed it dearly. But now, and can once again do what I loved. Austin turns the knob and opens the door to his room. He enters the room slowly and turns on the lights before looking around at his new home away from home. He then faces the camera and begins to address the fans. Austin: My name is Austin Shields. Many of you have no clue as to who I am, or what I have done. To make a long story short, I am a man haunted by has past. It follows me around wherever I go, tainting my reputation and once good name. The crowd seems to be intrigued by the story that Austin is partially telling them. Many of them are wondering what horrid, dreadful thing that he may have done in the past. While the older crowd seems to be confused and lost as to why he is here. Austin: Many years ago I was once a young, successful MMA champion. I was as cocky as I was skilled, and that arrogant bliss that I surrounded myself in led ot my demise. I believed that I could never be defeated, and defeat itself would never be acceptable. And when the day came that I finally lost, I ended u losing much more then just a title. In a blind rage I attacked my opponent, overwhelmed with pride and anger that I didn't know what I was doing. I stabbed him in his face, and left him scarred for life. The fans are beginning to get restless, is this man telling them that he once tried to kill a man over a championship? A discussion begins among the crowd, many parents object to having this man be a potential role model for their children. They seem to be getting angry that he is allowed anywhere near professional sports once again. Austin: Ever since that day, I have been known as Shredder Shields, the former champion who had so much potential, but pissed it away with one mistake. I spent 10 years in prison, doing nothing but thinking about that day, and longing for another chance. And it appears that XWE is that second chance. I am looking to put my past behind me, and prove to each and every one of you that I am a new man. This is my only shot at redeeming myself, I am not asking you to forgive me and what I've done, but to simply allow me to prove that the arrogant, selfish person that I once was, is nowgone forever. The camera fades out of Austin's new locker room and back into the stands. Many fans are puzzled and don't know what to think of the knowledge that has just been bestowed upon them. Some look baffled, while others have a look of "I could care less" on their face.
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Post by Mistah Poku on Jul 9, 2007 9:48:57 GMT -5
*In Las Vegas, Nevada, 3 days earlier. A game of blackjack is being played between 3 men. One of which is wearing an XWE shirt and hat. He appears to be the one who needs to win the most. The two others both play the game for fun*
XWE fan: Hit me!
Mr. Poku: You look nervous, kid. Calm down.
XWE fan: My girlfriend will kill me if I lose all this money.
Mr. Poku: Really NOW. Me and Greg here play this game for fun every week. Are you a millionare?
XWE fan: I wish. I just come here once every year to try and win some money but I always break even.
Mr. Poku: They say Money is the root of all evil.
XWE Fan: They also drinking is bad for you. *takes a swig from jug*
Mr. Poku: You like wrestling I see. I used to do that until I hit it big.
XWE fan: You do look familar.
Mr. Poku: I'm having the american dream now though. No more stealing, no more lying, and no people trying to steal my money. My own wife stole 50, 000 dollars out of my bank account.
Greg: You're lying. Last time, you said 1500.
Mr. Poku: No, that's how much money I took from you in the last game.
XWE fan: What happened?
Mr. Poku: When I confronted her, she filed for divorce and got 50% of my lottery winnings. 32 million dollars! She also got complete custody of our newborn child. I still have to pay child support! Luckily, I've invested my money and have more money then before, I'm valued at 100 million dollars.
XWE fan: Wait, you're Mr. Poku! You're a millionare. Wow, congratulations. Is this why you quit wrestling?
Mr. Poku; I quit wrestling because it was a dirty sport. The fans were the worst part. Idiots, the whole lot of them. I manipulated them to get on my way to the top. You're no different.
XWE fan: What? You can't talk to me like that!
Mr. Poku: You had 19, and yet you said hit me. Your chances of winning rely on simply the 2 card.
*The dealer wipes the card toward XWE fan.*
XWE fan: And that's what I got! How does it feel to be a loser?
Mr. Poku: I never lose at blackjack *He pulls out his cards, revealing 2 "3" Uno cards, an Ace, and a get out of jail free card.*
Greg: Damn, I lose again.
XWE Fan: I don't get *Mr. Poku takes all his chips.*
Greg: You never had a chance.
Mr. Poku: I own this casino.
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Van
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Post by Van on Jul 9, 2007 21:28:31 GMT -5
*The scene fades back from an XWE merchandise commerical, promoting hundreds of products available to the XWE fans at home. But anyways, the scene fades back to Van’s occupied locker room, the camera panning around to find it’s subjects of interest. A few noises, such as zippers and putting on of clothes is heard in the distance, with some soft music filling the room with it’s vibrant sounds. From the bathroom comes Van first, still adjusting the belt buckle on his pants, and then Danielle, pulling the rest of her shirt down, and her mini-skirt up. Van loops his belt, and sits down back onto the couch that was just empty a moment ago*Van: So, tell me again...why did you just decide to randomly grab my shirt and yank me onto the couch? *She giggled as she sat down on the couch next to him, sliding her skirt down a little bit*Danielle: Well, before you came back, I had a dream about when you beat up those guys when we were young. *Van stared blankly at her, passively trying to remember exactly what she was talking about. He disgused his plan perfectly*Van: I’m trying to remember...but anyways. What happened in your dream? Danielle: Well, I was sitting under a tree while I was reading, and two big guys came and took my book away, and started teasing me about it’s contents. Then you came from out of nowhere and beat them up. Van: I did that? Danielle: Mmhm. Knocked them both out with one punch. *Van nodded and laughed in approval of how awesome that was*Danielle: My hero. *Van let out a “heh” in response to her compliment about his teenage masculinity. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, using her girlish-charm from many days ago, but she still had it**As the two enjoyed their much needed alone time together, all fun must come to an end when there’s a thudding knock at the door. It’s like there’s a “No-Fun Zone” sign outside of their door*: Anyone in there? *Van turned his focus from her gorgeous blue eyes to a tasteless red door behind him. Van hesitated to get up from his comfortable spot next to his wife, and the comfy couch until he heard yet another knock*: Is there a Van...Sah...man...ya in this room? *The man at the door clearly sucked at reading the gold faceplate on the door, anxiously awaiting the answer of the door. Van got up slowly, sighing as he did. A long walk to the door it seemed, Van not looking forward to visitors at the moment, that is, until he opened the door. In front of him stood a familiar face. The man stood only up to Van’s forehead, but the scars on his face and the pain behind the eyes, shivered down Van’s spine like nothing else. The tribal bands intimidated Van unusually, causing him to tence up*Van: Can...I help you? *The man in the doorway stared blankly at Van for only a moment, finding words to keep him from slamming the door*Shields: Yes. My name is Austin Shields, and I was looking for a Van Samanya. Are you him? *Shields looked past Van’s shoulder, seeing a familiar face sitting upon the couch, reading a Cosmo. Van, feeling a bit awkward, contemplates his decision to give in, or recite a false name*Van: Yeah, that’s me. What can I do for you? *Van leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as he thought what the man in front of him could possibly need*Shields: Well, about a year ago, I was enrolled under the name of “The Soldier” for this company, and I was passing through the hallways, looking for my locker room as you did. Until I ran into this one... *Van had to refer to the past yet again, not having to think this hard, this often. The word “Solider” barely came to mind until he remembered a situation back in the earlier days of his own career*Van: You’re...Soldier! *The exclamation in his voice enlightened the tough guy, something rarely done*Soldier: Yes, you gave me advice back when we were rookies. Back when we had no one to count on, or anyone to trust. *Van laughed and looked behind him to check if his lovely woman was still at her same distance. He turned his head back around, examining the scars and the changes that was, Soldier. Van lowered the volume of his voice, like this was an illegal negotiation*Van: What can I do for you? *Soldier removed his had, and put it in front of his sparkling wiggle stomach, gripping it with both hands, fiddling it around as he spoke*Soldier: I’ve come back for your advice once more, only this matter is much more important than the last. *Van looked around the hallways in both directions swiftly, and stood up from the wall, and slouched a little, putting one hand in his pocket*Van: What kind of shit are we talking about? *Austin Shields was requesting help from Van, something people don’t do every often. Another tough decision was placed in front of Van now, really testing his ability to make the right one. Van put an arm on each door hinge and leaned out into the hallway, looking around one last time for anyone’s attention on their chatter. After looking, Van leaned back against his the door, crossing his arms again*Van: Please, come inside. *The scene fades with Soldier re-applying his hat to his head and stepping into their room. Van closes the door behind him with a gentle push as the Titan Tron faded to complete black*End promo 2.
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TPW
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Post by TPW on Jul 10, 2007 14:12:19 GMT -5
(The lights in the arena turns off.)
Commentator 1: What's going on?
Commentator 2: Who cut the power?
(Lights turn back on and TPW stands in the middle of the ring pointing his cane at the crowd. The crowd erupts with loud cheers)
Commentator 1: Is that who think it is?!
Commentator 2: TPW!!!
(Crowd Chants TPW)
Commentator 1: Its so loud in here, I can't even here myself speak.
(TPW grabs the microphone and gets ready to speak while the crowd still chants TPW)
(The chants goes on for 30 seconds until it started to fade)
TPW: The Platinum Era continues!
(Crowd Cheers and once again chants TPW)
TPW: In case if you don't know who the hell I am, I am The Platinum Warrior, the last HWF Champion, the leader of Platinumania, the man responsible for the Platinum Era.
(Crowd Cheers)
Commentator 1: God I missed his promos.
(Crowd Chants "Thank you Platinum!")
TPW: No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait! It shouldn't be me to thank for this historic comeback. I think you should thank a friend of mine for my return. When he's in his match tonight, I want you all to chant; "Thank you Hylian!"
(Crowd applauses and begins to chant "Thank you Hylian!")
TPW: Good rehearsal. Use that later on tonight.
(Commentators laughs)
TPW: But now into some serious business. I bet all of you are asking; "Why did you defy your doctors and come back to XWE? What points are you trying to make for your comeback? What is your goal?" Its plain and simple really. First of, TPW doesn't just stand for my name. It also stands for what I believe in and that's The Pride of Wrestling! That's what I believe in and that's why I am standing in this very ring right now against my doctor's wishes.
(Crowd Cheers)
Commentator 1: He has a lot of passion in this sport.
Commentator 2: That's why he's always serious about the business.
TPW: Secondly, I'm trying to prove the point that no matter how bad of an injury, no matter how long you stayed away from the squared circle, you still have the gift to give a great match & execute a great promo to entertain the thousands in attendance and millions watching around the world to show the true meaning of professional wrestling.
(Crowd applauds)
Commentator 1: Isn't that true?
Commentator 2: Hell, it worked for Shawn Michaels & Sting.
TPW: Finally, what are my goals? To keep the Platinum Era rolling. To chase for XWE gold. And in speaking of gold, when I was healing from my injuries & I sat at home in a wheelchair, looking at the HWF Championship belt on top of my shelf & watching an XWE show and seeing the XWE championship belt. I thought to myself; "What if I came back and win that title and appear the very next night, holding both belts over my shoulders?"
(Crowd starts to cheer louder)
Commentator 1: That would be history right there.
TPW: I would become the first wrestler to hold the HWF title & the XWE title at the same time. Now that my friends, would be one hell of an accomplishment!
(Crowd Cheers)
Commentator 2: Indeed it would.
TPW: Now as far as my injury goes, people asked me if I would be able to fight my matches the way I used to. Some of you don't look like I have the chance because I have a cane with me. Well...
(TPW picks up the cane, holds it above his head, swings it down and breaks it in half with his knee. Crowd erupts)
TPW: You bet your ass I have what it takes to perform my matches the way I used to. The Platinum Warrior, The Pride of Wrestling, Platinumania & The Platinum Era did not die. In fact, I don't think they will ever die. Watch out XWE because TPW is back and he is ready to continue what he started. The Platinum Era continues.
(Pride by Saliva plays while the crowd cheers & chants "TPW")
Commentator 1: Ladies & gentlemen, you just witnessed a historic moment in XWE. The return of The Platinum Warrior. Let's hope he does well for his comeback.
Commentator 2: TPW LIVES!!!
(TPW walks up the ramp, stops at the stage, turns around, raises his arm up high facing the ring and the crowd cheers. He turns around and walks backstage)
End of TPW's return promo
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Post by Hylian on Jul 10, 2007 16:25:54 GMT -5
*The camera fades from black onto The Platinum Warrior basking in the chants from his return, when Price to Play by Staind blasts the arena. The crowd knows who it is, and the cheers get even louder, TPW starts clapping towards the Titantron*
A Motorcycle revs its engine, and Hylian rides out of the stage, a long chain dragging what appears to be a Tombstone. Hylian, with an XWE headband, revs his engine, and rides down the ramp while popping a wheelie, and rodes around the ring, fans attempting to touch the new Chairman. The tombstone is crashing against the steel steps and the barrier around the ring, and the engine stops. Hylian steps off his bike, grabs the tombstone, and slides into the ring, the arena filled with applause. Hylian walks up to TPW and hugs him, raises his hand, and then walks to the edge of the ring to grab a mic as Hylian's music stops.
Hylian- Now... *The cheers from the audience continues*
*The cheers quiet down*
Hylian-Now, a few months back, alot of people said XWE was dead, never again could this company flourish into the greatness it was before. Ryan Maynard started this company, and then it went under, then Dirty Darren *Some boos are heard from the crowd* ran this company from the grave, right back to the pit it came from. Now...I...Hylian...The Chairman of Xtreme Wrestling Entertainment..have one thing to say...
*Hylian and TPW exchange looks*
Hylian- ...THIRD TIMES A CHARM! *The crowd erupts into applause*
Yes, i said it, this time, XWE won't go down, this company will be better than Ryan or Darren could imagine, and to show you all what i mean, and how serious i am on keeping this company from going back into the shitter, *Hylian motions for 2 sledgehammers* TPW...go stand the Tombstone up for me.
*TPW stands the tombstone up, the camera focuses on it, to reveal the name on the grave*
XWE
*Hylian tosses the hammer to TPW, and slams his own on to the gravestone, TPW does the same. The tombstone is destroyed.*
Hylian- Tonight is the night of ressurection! TPW Returns, I return, and XWE RETURNS! Now if you excuse me...I have a little buisness to attend to. I face Mr. Poku tonight, and NEXT WEEK AT FREEZE OVER...TPW Debuts!
*Price to Play by Staind blasts the arena, and Hylian and TPW roll out of the ring. Hylian jumps on the bike, and TPW walks up the ramp. They get to the top at the same time, Hylian jumps off his bike, and the look at eachother, their backs to the ring and the fans chanting their names, and they together thrust their right arms into the air, drawing in more cheers. *
The camera and the music fade Promo 1
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WEI-YAN
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Post by WEI-YAN on Jul 10, 2007 20:51:45 GMT -5
*The camera comes into focus inside the arena the fans are making there way to the ring when all the lights go out. Some fans are just standing there waiting to see whats going on. All of a sudden Sweet Sacrafice blares out on the speakers. The fans have no idea who it is and many are looking at each other wondering who it is the Music has been going on for about 20 seconds when Thunder Strikes the Titatron and Wei-Yan is standing there with Nikki standing next to him Wei-Yan has his head down. All the lights are are still off then Wei-Yan punches his fist into his hand and fireworks go off the lights then Wei-Yan and Nikki slowly walks down to the ring shaking hands with the fands on the way to the ring. Wei-Yan gets a mic from the ring announcer and climbs up the turnbuckle and starts to speak
*Wei-Yan: I am Wei-Yan as many of you might know. I have been away for abit but i am now back and am a new man. Tonight i face off against Van Samanya a man who i have thought many times and he is not an easy guy to beat but tonight me and him face off for the Number 1 Contendership for the Iron Man Championship. I can't wait to get back in the ring and Van will be a great challenge.
Wei-Yan drops the mic and leaves the ring again shaking hands with the fans. The camera focuses out as it goes to a commercial. A few minutes pass and the camera focuses back on Wei-Yan and Nikki who have now returned to Wei-Yan's locker room.
Wei-Yan: I can't wait for tonight Nikki, its going to be like my debut all over again.
Nikki: You have changed alot but i am surprised
Wei-Yan:What do you mean surprised?
Nikki: Well you just buried your uncle yesterday now you are back like nothing has happened
Wei-Yan: Nikki, my uncle who died told me things that i will never forget firstly never to give up secondly to never forget who you are and thirdly to blank out your personal feeling and do what you have to do
Nikki: But, he died doesn't that mean anything
Wei-Yan: My Uncle meant everything to me yes its hard to continue but i was told to blank it out and i will do that and focus on my wrestling
Nikki: You have changed
Wei-Yan: Yes, i have my pain inside me will be used on my opponents.
The camera focuses out as Nikki is sitting on the couch and Wei-Yan is leaning against the wall with his eyes closed
End of Wei-Yan promo 1
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Post by SNAKE-EATER on Jul 11, 2007 2:37:14 GMT -5
The sun blares through the curtains of the small but yet capable locker room, the new and improved Hardcore Hitman lays in the corner, with the shades of the shutters covering patches of his face.
"Ah XWE...... my true home." says the Hitman smirking. "Long time it's been, or that's how it feels. But yet, this is completely different. No Darren, no manager, no Iron-Man Championship around my waits..... yet. Alas, change can be for the better, No championships that seem unreachable, bigger paychecks and bigger chances. "
He slides up the wall and walks over to his chair, which he sits in comfortably as he reaches into his desk and pulls out a pack of smokes and lights one in his mouth. After a long drag, he opens his mouth and begins to speak.
"You all must have been wondering what I have been doing all this time away from home.... I've been on a long independent run... working for me, trying to just continue, but it felt like life was in fact lifeless. It's funny, how in XWE, my life was flashing before my eyes, finding out much truths about the past. But outside, nothing, no interesting events at all. I think I might be soulbound here.... if that doesn't sound too weird. Like, maybe my body wasn't here but my spirit, my heat, my soul remained. So when I heard that it was once coming back again, I jumped on the wagon as soon as possible. It felt like a big "Welcome Home" "
He finishes his cig and puts the butt into the ashtray after a deep breath, he continues.
"Ahh..... Austin Shields...... welcome to the family... but I must say how "Intrigued" I am to see you. You say you want to redeem yourself, but how does one redeem themselves when they do not want forgiveness. Not wanting forgiveness and wanting redemption is redundant. It wasn't fate that screwed you over it was your envy and gluttony for a championship, and it's good you realize that, otherwise you'd be as lost as a angel in hell. So what was the point of your whole rant? It's not forgiveness, it's not in anger. Was it for sympathy? Any way it seems to be in vein."
Hardcore Hitman smirks as he puts on his fishnet shirt. He grabs a roll of sports tape and wraps it around his hands.
"Austin, good night, and good luck" Hardcore Hitman says before the camera fades away. "Because your going to damn need it if you get into the ring without a cause."
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Post by TifaRoland22 on Jul 11, 2007 11:39:47 GMT -5
Yeah I'm Not sure whether I can post this or not. soo yeah... but I'm not too sure cuz it only says the week will close on the 11th... but not the time.
*The scene comes into focus with a white stretch Hummer limo pulling up in front of the hotel where the XWE superstars are staying. The paparazzi crowd the doorway hoping to get a shot of someone. A man, dressed up nicely in a dark purple button up shirt and black dress pants, steps out of the Hummer. He looks slightly uncomfortable as he stares at the press. He walks away fro, the stretch limo and starts toward the door.*
Man: Oh right
*The man walks back to the limo. He opens the door and grabs a bouquet of white roses. He turns around and looks up at the building. He sighs as he walks toward the entrance.*
Man: I hope she likes them.
*He walks inside and looks for an elevator. The elevator comes and he man walks inside as the door opens. He pushes the number 22 as others walk in. He fixes his shirt and pants as the elevator rises. A woman enters at level 3. She smiles at the man and he smiles back being polite.*
Woman: Is that bouquet for someone special?
Man: Yes my girlfriend...er I mean my soon to be wife. Hopefully.
Woman: Oh you're proposing to her tonight aren't you?
Man: No ma'am. I did when we first started dating. I knew she was the one.
Woman: How long have you two been together.
Man: Eight years tonight.
Woman: Does she know that you're here? Or did you two come together?
Man: No she doesn't know I'm here. She had to work tonight and I came here to surprised her. She was bummed out when she found out that we couldn't spend our 8 year together.
Woman: Why haven't you two gotten married yet?
Man: She's a wrestler. Which means she's away a lot of the time. I'm hoping that she'll take off sometime soon so then we can get married. I've been trying to plan out some of the details, but I'm pretty bad at it. So I just want her to take a couple of months off so we can plan and have the wedding.
Woman: Which wrestler is she.
*The man chuckles at the question.*
Man: She is Tifa Roland.
Woman: Oh my daughter loves her!
Man: Yep thats my girl.
*The elevator dings and the woman looks up.*
Woman: This is my floor. It was nice meeting you.
*The woman starts walking off but the man stops her.*
Man: Would you like me to get an autograph for your daughter?
Woman: Oh, that would be wonderful. Bring it to room 122.
*The woman leaves and the elevator closes. It gets to the 22 floor and stops. The man gets out and looks for room 207. He finds the room and knows on the door. There was no answer*
The Man: I wonder if she's okay.
*The man knocks on the door again and pretends to be a little kid*
The Man: *in a kid voice* Tifa Roland! Can I have an autograph!!
*A thud comes from the room.*
The Man: ...she was asleep.
*The door opens and a half asleep Tifa comes out with a pen. She autographs the man's head. She walks back into the room and another thud come from the room.*
The Man: Aw shit. She didn't even make it to the bed.
*The Man walks to the half open door and steps over Tifa. He looks at the flowers.*
The Man: This was suppose to be a romantic moment. Oh well.
*He walks back to Tifa and picks her up and puts her on the bed. The man slides Tifa over and lays next to her. He pushes her hair away from her face and puts it behind her ear. The man moves closer to Tifa.*
The Man: Babe?
*Tifa stirs a little bit and turns over.*
The man: Baby. Wake up.
Tifa: Urghhhhhhh.
*Tifa opens her eyes a little bit and sees the man. She sits up immediately.*
Tifa: Bryan?
Bryan: Morning sunshine.
*Bryan and Tifa laugh. Tifa leans over and kisses him.*
Tifa: *smacks him on the shoulder*What the hell are you doing here?
Bryan: Well I came to surprise you and get an autograph for this nice lady downstairs, but i got an autograph on my face...
*The camera fades as Tifa laughs at Bryan and walks over to the sink to get a wet paper towel.*
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xDeniedx
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Damian Satania
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Post by xDeniedx on Jul 11, 2007 20:21:27 GMT -5
Scene opens backstage, Damian's watching a monitor of events happening around when he turns his head to finally notice the camera.
Damian: So. I figured it'd end up this way. Pappi still not in the building, probably the smart choice, tifa ignoring me, again probably a smart choice and lupo, the somehow loveable no show.
Damian shuts off the monitor and begins walking towards the camera down the hallway. The camera keeps moving back shakily down the hallway maintaining it's distance away from Damian.
Damian: So. This is how it's gonna be. Like a ghost. You'll believe I don't exist. That's fine. It's okay. Act like I haven't some how bothered you on the inside. Tell yourself to just ignore it. We all know the truth in the end don't we? You cannot make me disappear. Tune me out of your heads, you know you hear me in the back there. You can remember what I say when you hear your name. No matter how hard you want to try and tell yourself it doesn't matter, I'm still there. I'm still inside that puny head of yours. All of yours.
Damian walks over to a chair and sits down. He gets comfortable and continues looking into the camera. He smiles, not a smirk, a genuine smile, something thats awkward and rare at the same time from him.
So go ahead. Continue to pretend you don't have to face me shortly. Live in your fantasy world, because when you hear my music, and you see me coming down that ramp way. That's when you will recognize me, see how real I truly am. No more hiding, no more avoiding, that's when you deal with the truth. That, is when you meet your fate. I'll see you later, Tifa....Pappi...and Lupo.
Damian continues to smile at the camera as it fades out to a commercial break.
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Post by xDeniedx on Jul 11, 2007 20:57:00 GMT -5
My clock reads 10 p.m, Jimmy asked me to close, so thats a wrap people.
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