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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Feb 6, 2021 13:17:41 GMT -6
vs. The UnKnown Fear Leader vs. "The Last Real Man" Johnny Vegas w/Candy Special Guest Enforcer: "The Future" Dan AndersonRP Limit: 2 (w/1000 word limit) If Johnny Vegas wins it becomes a Triple Threat at Revolution #157! for the World title.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2021 0:42:17 GMT -6
The scene opens to a sound of heels clicking on the floor as the camera slowly pans up from the pair of tall slender legs to a curvy pretty red haired women carrying a microphone in hand and a beautiful, bubbly smile on her face. She then reaches her destination, standing in front of a dressing room before giving the door a firm knock with her knuckles. *Knock Knock Knock*
The door then flies opens with Candy stepping out of the room. She then closes the door behind her and glares at the red haired woman, sizing her up from her head to toe. Candy: " And Who the hell are you supposed to be?"The red haired took a few steps back, looking a little nervous at the fiery Latina. "Hi. I am Sarah Levell. I am new here." Candy: "So, what? You out here selling cookies or something?" Sarah: "Actually...I was hoping to see if Johnny has a few minutes to spare? I Just want to go over some questions with him for his upcoming match that we'll be using for our YouTube Exclusive??"Candy looks at the camera that is already filming them as she rolled her eyes away. Candy: "Well, Johnny is indisposed at the moment. It's bad enough Johnny had compete in that awful War Rumble match and now He has to fight that big dumb dweeb of a moron who goes by 'the Leader'. To tell you the truth Johnny has been waiting to get his hands on him ever since him and his bunch of side-show freaks all decided to gang up on him, and sent him to a hospital last year with a severe concussion along with several other injuries. Does that answer your asinine question." Sarah nodded her head. Sarah: "Well you didn't do half-bad in your Rumble match. I mean you did make it to the final 3. And that's super impressive for a woman like you who doesn't have any formal wrestling training. But now that the War Rumble match is a thing of the past, how does Johnny feel about the stipulations in place? I mean if he were to lose this match with the Leader then that would mean he will be out of the world title picture indefinitely, which means he won't get to challenge Dan Anderson for the title ever again."
Candy: "That's not happening...and if that were the case then Johnny and I will be more than glad to find another company where we will be treated with a level of class and respect and not be bothered by dumb annoying twats with fake plastic silicones pretending to be know-it-all news journalist, or sewer dwelling nimrods that hide behind lame ugly masks, and shady bosses who obviously play favourites around here to washed up sellouts and has-beens. Johnny is a mega superstar. He is this companies franchise player. But more importantly, He is MONEY. And the longer that my client/boyfriend has to wait for a world title re-match, the more you are testing his patience as well as mine. And quite frankly, We are getting tired of playing these BS games and seeing undeserving people cutting in line for a title shot and watching no good lazy pricks showing up whenever they feel like showing up for matches and getting rewarded for doing absolutely nothing. Like that bitch ass Dan Anderson who SHOULDN'T be the World Champion because he is a lazy asshole who waits till the last minute to cut his awful promos because he is the definition of bland and unoriginal. Johnny has been a constant workhorse since day one! He at least shows up for his scheduled matches. He doesn't deserve being disrespected and taking a back seat to sandbagging idiots like that. So if Johnny doesn't get his rematch that he is owed Then WE are freakin DONE! You hear me?? We'll take our business elsewhere and not even bat an eyelash." Candy smiled coldly. Candy: So with that in mind...I'm gonna ask you now to BUZZ OFF and mind your DAMN Business! . .. BITCH!! Without any warning, Candy strikes Sarah hard in the face before rudely slamming the door on her! The fiery red head reporter just stands there with a mix of shock and anger as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Kevin Hunter on Feb 19, 2021 21:11:00 GMT -6
Fear the UnknownTHEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID With Revolution on and going the camera was taken out to the parking lot where the Unknown Fear were standing, the Leader of the faction stood like a statue before turning towards the camera.
LEADER "So let me see if I got this shit right, bossman... I earned my right to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship, by not just beating the so-called Age of the Fall, but also burying the World Heavyweight Champion himself into the goddamn ground... and now you hand Johnny Vegas yet another shot, another opportunity. Even though he's had ALL his opportunities to regain that world title and has fucking failed to do so... but you still give him a shot to be added to this match. I knew you didn't want me to become World Heavyweight Champion, I knew for a fact you don't want any of us with titles... but the thin is, it doesn't fucking matter what you want bossman... I earned that shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, I earned it as a singles match and that's how I plan on keeping it... Johnny had his shots at that title and now, now it's time for that World Heavyweight Championship to be in the hands of some that wants to bring ECWF back into the light where it belongs! Johnny Vegas, what you need to understand is you're just like Dan Anderson, your hands are tainted by a disease that will kill ECWF and put it into it's fucking grave! But I won't allow that to happen, I'll step into that ring with another one of Rock 'n' Gods 'yes men' and I will leave him laying in a pool of his own fucking blood! When your gasping for air, when your seeing crimson fucking red, Johnny... I want you to remember something, YOU brought this shit upon yourself! See, Johnny... you're an infection disease, you think this division needs you, you actually think this division NEEDS you for its survival, but you're wrong -- you and that bitch of yours! You're what's wrong with this division, you're the sickness that is putting this division into the fucking ground! A division that has always been the BEST fucking division in ECWF... a division that has been ran by the absoutlye FUCKING BEST superstars to walk through this damn promotion: The Bolt, Ray LaPointe, Kevin Hunter, Rockin' Lunatic, Mr. B, 2 Dope, even the man that unified the ECWF and AHW World Heavyweight Championship Erc Darkthrone were only a few... they all built this fucking division up to be the BEST it's ever been!" He paused, shaking his head back and forth as Twisted Liberty kept him calm, he looked back into the camera, chuckling softly.
LEADER "Johnny Vegas, I hope you understand what you've asked for... I hope you've realized the pain and suffering that your gonna go through here tonight, because this night will not go the way you and your street whore wants it to go, that shot belongs to me, not in a triple threat... not in a fatal four way, just me! You might have a slight thought that you deserve yet another shot at that title, Johnny... but in reality, you don't and I'm gonna make damn sure you don't get added to that title match, poor little Candy is gonna have to watch in horror as her man, her toy gets better... battered... shattered and his bones broken! Tonight, Johnny she's gonna witness your fucking demise... her FEAR of the Unknown Purge will become reality! This will be the night Johnny V -- the Last Real Man will die by the Unknown hands! You will know to FEAR the Unknown as our Purge of ECWF's virus continues as I will eradicate the Vegas Disease!" Still holding the black bag he had last time, the leader looked back into the camera.
LEADER "Tonight Vegas, your dreams are about to become your worst fucking nightmare as you step into the unknown abyss and you will not survive! Dan Anderson, I hope you enjoy your view, because what happens to Johnny Vegas is nothing compared to what I have planned for you when I get my shot at that holy grail, you hold so tightly, this is the beginning of the END of your reign of terror over ECWF, you will burn to the ground just like Vegas tonight, it's time for Fear to set in and the Unknown rule the wrestling world once and for all!" A light demonic laugh came from the Leader as he stepped back into the darkness, the others slowly followed, however Twisted Liberty stopped and turned towards the camera, leaning forwards, tilting her head to the side.
TWISTED LIBERTY "See Candy, you might think Johnny-boy is entitled a rematch, how many fucking rematches do you think he needs? Because don't you remember, sweet angel... your sex you has already had his rematch, don't you remember All or Nothing? So when it comes to that holy grail, well I'll put it this way... Johnny-boy is going to FAIL again!" The crowd let out a roar as Twisted Liberty smiled she softly whispered "Tonight my sweet little Candy, Johnny-boy will FALL... the Purge will RISE!" towards the camera, she let out a small laugh, before stepping back into the darkness, following the leader and the others as the scene faded to black.WORDS: || TAGGED: || MUSIC || NOTES:
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Post by The Age of Fall on Feb 19, 2021 21:46:22 GMT -6
The scene opens in the house of the newlywed Dan Anderson and Lilith Frost-Anderson, the two getting married sometime after Dan won the Worldheavyweight Championship. The two are sitting on the couch in the living room, waving at the camera, Dan adjusting the Worldheavyweight Championship over his shoulder before he begins to speak.
Dan Anderson These past few weeks have been crazy. From achieving my destiny and winning the Worldheavyweight Championship. *He pats the Worldheavyweight Championship that's over his shoulder* To marrying the love of my life, the most beautiful woman in the world, Lilith Frost. *The married couple show off their rings, both of them smiling with Lilith giggling, a light blush on her cheeks from what Dan said* We have a baby boy on the way. *Lilith places a hand on her baby bump, smiling* Excited about that. Losing to the UnKnown Fear at World War 4. No big deal. It just means the Age of Fall will come back and crush them like the insects they are. Revolution is on the horizon and the bossman has appointed me the Guest Special Enforcer of the main event. A main event that features former Worldheavyweight Champion who is not taking the loss very well. A guy who is down spiraling before our very eyes. His name is Johnny Vegas. He's taking on the fearsome Leader of the UnKnown Fear who is also next in line to challenge for my Worldheavyweight Championship. Quite the main event, only made better by my involvement. Let's face it, no one would care if it was just the two in a standard singles match. This match would put everyone to sleep. Just thinking about it makes me yawn. *Both him and Lilith do a fake yawn* I made the match a thousand times better by simply being there. People will actually care and tune in to the match since I'm involved in some capacity. You're welcome by the way. Oh, who are we kidding. No one is going to care about them after the match anyways because all eyes will be on me. I'll be the talk of the town while those two will be afterthought. It's going to be fun being the Guest Special Enforcer of this oh, very exciting main event.
Dan smirks, pausing for a few seconds to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear then resumes speaking.
Dan Anderson Now then, let's address both of them. Starting with Johnny Vegas. What's the matter, Johnny boy and your piece of Candy. Mad that I got this? *He points at the Worldheavyweight Championship that's over his shoulder, him and Lilith grinning* You predictably did what I thought you was going. You cried about my win being a fluke. You whined to the bossman about losing the Worldheavyweight Championship. You complained not getting this "rematch clause" that you are supposedly owned, invoked almost immediately and having to jump through hoops just to get another shot at the Worldheavyweight Championship. Now, you are threatening to leave the company for greener pastures if your demands aren't met. I knew you would go crazy after losing to someone you called a "Choke Artist" but damn. Thinking about walking out, all because you're not getting what you want instantly. You only have yourself to blame. If you didn't take that unnecessary risk of flying off the turnbuckle, I wouldn't be sitting here as the reigning, defending Worldheavyweight Champion. It feels good to be the root of someone's downfall. It feels good to be the cause of someone's madness. As I said, I'll be your living nightmare and will continue to be your living nightmare until you either accept your loss like a real man and move on. Or I beat you so badly that you'll be unrecognizable and never, ever be able to utter a word for quite some time. Or you take your ball and go home. If you choose option number three then...good riddance. Sayonara. You will not be missed. Nothing of value will be lost. You're just a spoke on a wheel who is easily replaceable. I'm sure there are tons of people who are chomping at the bit to take your spot. So continue to throw your little temper tantrum. Continue to take your shots at me. Let your anger blind your vision. Let your emotions dictate your actions. Let everything boil over to the point where you just walk out because you didn't get what you wanted. With the way you're acting only proves what I've been saying all along. You was not suited to be Worldheavyweight Champion. You was not worthy or deserving of representing this company as the Worldheavyweight Champion. If you couldn't handle losing to someone like me then there was no way in hell that you'll be able to cope with losing to someone who is lower on the ladder that I am. Someone who is almost at rock bottom. Someone like...Mike Dimter. While you're spiraling downwards towards irrelevancy, I'll be on top of the mountain, defending MY Worldheavyweight Championship and proving why I'll be a better Worldheavyweight Champion than you.
Both Dan and Lilith smirk.
Dan Anderson The Leader of the UnKnown Fear. You and your little gang of masked nobodies being a constant thorn in the side of this company. Waiting until I become Worldheavyweight Champion so you could try to ruin my moment. I just hope it's worth it to do that and beat the Age of Fall at World War 4 to earn a shot at the Worldheavyweight Championship. Because now, it'll be you and me, one on one for the Worldheavyweight Championship. Or not if Johnny boy beats you and gets added to our match. You know what, let's piss Johnny off even more by denying him entry into our encounter. I wouldn't mind lending you a...helping hand, ol' fearless leader of the UnKnown Fear. Hell, I'll even turn a blind eye so your goons can come out, beat Johnny down again and possibly shut up his piece of Candy's trap. If you do beat Johnny boy then I want to up the ante, so to speak. I want our encounter to take place in...a Steel Cage Match. To keep anyone from interfering and if anyone does interfere then they should be suspend for how ever long the bossman decides. Might not be a wise decision for anyone, especially with Starrcade around the corner. The first of many battles to come in this war that I forsee coming, taking place inside the confines of a Steel Cage. That should be enticing enough for you to dismantle the ol' sole loser and leave him to perish on the hill of his former glory. I know the thought of us battling it out inside the Steel Cage gets me all fired up. Nonetheless, don't think of this as me ducking and dodging you, Johnny. Think of it as me making you play a long, drawn waiting game. It only benefits me in the end. Either one, you walk out or two, you get so absorbed in your emotions that I can easily pick you off and put you out of your misery. If you don't like that idea then you're really not going to like what I have to said next.
The smirk on Dan's face widens as Dan takes another pause then he resumes speaking.
Dan Anderson This will really drive you mad, Johnny boy. Someone else getting a shot at the Worldheavyweight Championship before you do. The individual I have in mind to defend my Worldheavyweight Championship against, depending on the outcome of my first Worldheavyweight Championship defense and if I have time to squeeze him in before Starrcade. If not then his demise can wait until after Starrcade, regardless of what happens between now and Starrcade. Getting back on track, this guy is the flavor of the month. A overhyped, untalented guy who is ruining the Horror-Core Championship. His name is...Razor Blade. Dumb name by the way. This guy has been talking quite the big game for a while now and I think it's time to knock him down a few pegs. First, he had this big dream of winning the WarTime Rumble match so he can take on the Worldheavyweight Champion in some kind of Winner Takes All Match, willing to put up his Horror-Core Championship on the line. His dream ended up getting crushed by eventual winner, Damon Cross. As my crew said, the Age of Fall will make your life a living hell between now and Starrcade. Hope you're ready for what's to come, Damon. *He chuckles* Now, this Razor fella is talking about winning the Gold Rush briefcase so he can cash in on me and be a dual Champion which spoiler, it's not going to happen. Not when my good friend, Ryan Kruger is involved in the Gold Rush contract match. So you know, good luck on trying to realize that second dream of yours. Perhaps the Horror-Core Championship is getting to your head, Razor Blade. Perhaps the Horror-Core Championship is causing you to have all these big aspirations about being a dual Champion. Maybe I should...crush these aspirations of yours and leave you with nothing to hold. Nothing to cherish. Nothing to make you feel important. The Horror-Core Championship is the only thing making you relevant and I have no problem taking the Horror-Core Championship from you and adding it to my collection, being one step closer to winning every Championship possible. Try to hold onto the Horror-Core Championship for a little bit longer so I can be the one to take it from you. You're going to meet your downfall at my hands, impostor. There's only one Best in the World and that's me. When I finally get my hands on you and beat you within a inch of your life while embarrassing you in front of the whole world, everyone will realize that I'm the one and only Best in the World. You only have yourself to blame when you're left with nothing, all because of your big mouth. I'm sure that gets your blood boiling, Johnny boy. Someone like him getting a shot at my Worldheavyweight Championship before you. Let everything that happens from here on out be a lesson to you, Johnny. Nobody is owed anything. The so called "rematch clause" is just a tool former Champions use because they can't be bothered earning their way back into the Championship picture. They use it to jump in front of the line because they can't accept their defeat and desperately try to gain back what they lost. That's the biggest difference between you and me. I can accept a loss and I don't throw a big temper tantrum over it. If I lose the Worldheavyweight Championship then so be it. I'll just go back to the drawing board, train, and fight my way back to the top. Unlike you, I'm not going to complain about facing the same person over and over. I'll just continue to beat them and imprint the thought of them never being good enough to become the Worldheavyweight Champion into their minds. Just sit back and watch me be a better Worldheavyweight Champion than you. Heh. That's all I have to say for now. Johnny Vegas. Leader of the UnKnown Fear. I'll see both of you at Revolution. Goodbye and goodnight.
The married couple grinned as "Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive plays in the background, the two waving bye as the scene slowly fades to black.
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