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Post by The BombTrax on May 13, 2016 18:38:11 GMT
{MAIN EVENT} Tag Match Calvin Harris & CJ O'Donnell versus Johnny Raike & Press
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday May 25th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, May 24th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST |
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Post by Calvin Harris on May 25, 2016 20:14:49 GMT
“ME... MYSELF... I”
Location - Camera ON
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In a few short hours Wicked 11 was going to find itself going live. The same annoying toothless hillbilly fans were going to be seated around the ring. They’d have their homemade signs. They’d be cheering. They’d be booing. They’d all be buying into the act and believing that it was a hundred percent real. You know how those type of fans were. The type that are overweight wearing shirts too small for them and crying “It’s still real to me damnit!” which were some of the worst fans in the world to deal with. At least that was the mindset of the man known as the Martyr of Professional Wrestling. Speaking of the man, Calvin Harris found himself front and center with the cameras rolling in.
By front and center that would mean that Calvin was standing in the empty ring that he was set to compete in later on that night. He was leaning against the ropes taking in the scenery of the place. Slowly he started to shake his head with this utter look of pure and utter disgust starting to overcome his expression. In that being said he pushed himself off the ropes and made sure to lock his eyes on the cameras right after that. That voice of his that many people hated could be heard instantly and as it should have been expected at this point. There was a lot that needed to be said.
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“June 9th will be the night that I make history for Pure Amusement Wrestling. It’ll be the night that you toothless, sister-fucking, cousin-marrying, backwoods looking motherfuckers are going to witness me make history. It’ll be a night in which you witness me putting an end to Johnny Raike. It’ll be the night you watch me retain my Titans of the Midway Championship while at the same exact time witnessing me become what I technically already am... the number one contender for the PAW Heavyweight Championship!”
Two weeks away from happening, but it was no surprise that’s where his focus was. After all it would be the biggest night of his career - well at least when it came to being in PAW. It would never be the biggest night of his entire career.
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“That’s two whole weeks away which makes me put my focus on tonight’s contest. A contest that flat out puts me at a disadvantage. A contest that was pretty much meant to screw me over. A contest that was intended to make sure that I didn’t stand a chance. For I have the unfortunate task of competing in a Tag Team match. Nothing grinds my gears more than being forced to compete in Tag Team contests. I am not a Tag Team person. I have never ever wanted to be in a Tag Team. Ask my younger brother Travis what happened in my days with World Elite wrestling. The moment he tried to trap me in a Tag Team with him. The moment that he tried to stall my career. I dropped my own flesh and blood on his neck. I even went on to end his professional wrestling career because he tried to stall me. Because he tried to hold me back. If I’ll do that to family. What the hell makes you think I wouldn’t do it to some random ass person? What the hell makes you think I wouldn’t do it to CJ O’Donnell?”
A small arch from Calvin’s right eyebrow had popped up some. It was no secret that Calvin hated tag team matches. He hated tag teams. That’s not what he wanted his career defined by. Not to mention one of the worst things that happened with those matches in when someone got saddled up with a partner that was not worth a damn. Where that was going to require you to do all the work yourself. That was never fun. More times that he would like to admit he had been in that situation.
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“Hell, before we even get into all of that. Think about the last time I was in a Tag Team Match under the PAW banner. I got paired up with Tyler Kennan or something like that. That alone just tells you how fucking important he was.”
Rolling his eyes a bit.
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“I’ll never forget that night. I’ll never forget what was on the line. It was three tag teams and the winning team got a chance to go on to face each other at the very first Super Show. Which meant the winner of that match would have found themselves becoming the number one contender for the PAW Heavyweight Championship. I was livig over being put in a Tag Match and with a partner that wasn’t worth a fuck. I was handicapped from the very beginning since the piece of shit let it be known that he was going to be leaving PAW. He had no desire to be here. He didn’t have the guts nor the balls to thrive in this company. So more or less I got put with someone that had no intentions in trying which tied my hands behind my back.
But at the same time even with a handicap. I knew for a fact that I was better than my partner. Good enough that I could put his worthless ass on my shoulders and go the distance to win the match. I knew that I was good enough to beat every single team in that ring on my own. More importantly than all of that I knew I was good enough to be fighting for a contendership in regards to the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Besides it was going to be a walk in the park to defeat Tyler had we won that match and had to face each other. Yet that’s not how it went down. Instead what happened is Tyler did everything that he could to ensure that we didn’t win. He did everything he could to screw me over. Sure enough it ended up working out to his advantage.
He saw to it that we did not win. I did not get that chance to compete for the number one contendership. Instead it was CJ and Trixie that got the chance to do that. CJ and fucking Trixie. Neither one of them were better than me. Neither one of them truly earned that shot. It was handed to them thanks to some crooked ass ball-less prick. But I got a chance to make that right to a degree when I ended up making CJ my bitch a couple of weeks back. Yet now sadly I have the unfortunate task of having to carry his worthless ass through a tag match. But that goes back to what I was saying what makes you think I’m going to act as a functioning tag partner? What makes you people think that I’ll actually be out there?
As far as I am concerned CJ is weak and he’s soft. This is the guy that has continued to preach about being unstable. Continued to preach about being some type of savage. Continued to preach that he was some type of bad ass. Preached that he was as cold as ice, but in reality CJ O’Donnell has always been lukewarm. He has been able to fool the people in charge here. Fool the masses on social media. Fool just about everyone that he’s ever talked to. However there’s never going to be a chance where he fools me. CJ, you are nothing special. You’re just another dude with tattoos and a bad attitude. I beat you before, and I could do it again. You do not deserve to be my partner. Not when you’re going to be dead weight. So, don’t even think for a second I have your back.
Calvin found himself glaring right at those cameras. Many people might have forgotten about that night. After all it was several months ago, but there was no way that the Martyr would forget that night. It cost him something that he wanted more than anything. If you thought about it Tyler costing him is what lead to him being forced into that triple threat match for the Titans of the Midway Championship at the first super show. The triple threat that he got screwed in. At least that’s the story that he told. So losing that tag match was the start of a domino effect. One bad thing happened which lead to a series of bad things going down.
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“Sure I got the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. I got the opportunity to rough Raike up before our three stages of hell match. At the same time I know that Raike is still not a hundred percent after that ladder match. He’s still feeling the effects of every single time I bashed that steel off his face or every single time that I tossed him off that ladder. Technically, I don’t have to rough him up and I don’t have to waste my time with getting in the ring with him. I could save all that energy for June 9th when I end Raike’s career within PAW and send him running back to some B - rated company all because he realizes that he isn’t good enough to be in the ring with someone like me. And I assure you that will happen at Heat Stroke.
Then of course there’s the beloved PWA Heavyweight Champion, Press. This is going to be the first time the two of us have had any type of contact with one another. Granted, I’ve had a lot to say about him. I’ve called that man out on a couple different occasions. Much like how I’ve called out Lady Munin but every single time that I did so. Neither one of them had anything to say. Instead they stayed within their little shell and stayed as hidden as they could. That alone tells me that Press nor Munin wants to actually have any type of confrontation with me. Either way with this being our first time in the ring. This is my chance to put Press down and let it be known I’ll be the one taking the championship from him after he retains against CJ in a few weeks.
I’m no fool. I see the opportunity that’s being given to me. At the same exact time though. Why shoot my shot so soon? Why blow my load too soon? I could choose not get in the ring with Press. I could choose to make him wait out our meeting. Make him sweat what is going to happen when we do face off. Make him worry about what’s going to happen when the two of us do find ourselves in the ring one on one for the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Way I see it I benefit far more from just standing on the outside and watching CJ O’Donnell be picked apart. That very well could be what ends up happening. You never know with me and I like it like that.
His smirk proceeded to curve up over his lips in a more sinister manner. That left an unsettling feeling with everyone. That right along with the words that had just escaped his mouth. Keeping everyone on their toes could end up being the worst type of advantage in the world for him.
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“The thing the three of you need to understand is that I didn’t survive in this business because I relied on other people. I didn’t become a success in this business because I road the coattails of others. I didn’t become one of the biggest names in the wrestling business because I was in a Tag Team. And I damn sure didn’t become your Titans of the Midway Champion by having others there to help me out. No, everything I have ever done and everything I have accomplished is because of ME... MYSELF... and I!
For a moment or two Calvin just stood there looking at those cameras filming him. In only a few short minutes he had said everything that needed to be said. He had gotten everything that he felt he needed to off his chest. The thing was he left everyone on the edge of their seat. He didn’t say that he would be there, but then again he didn’t say that he would be there. That left his opponents and more importantly his “partner” in the dark. Rather people loved him or they hated him, they could not deny that Calvin had a mind on him. A mind that he used to his advantage every chance he got. As he started to leave the empty ring everyone was left to wonder just what would happen in tonight’s main event. |
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Post by johnnyraike on May 25, 2016 20:26:50 GMT
A peach background and the sounds of "Pure Morning" usher the scene once again to the Queens, NY garage of Johnny Raike. The American Wet Dream is dressed in a green mesh tank top and neon blue boy shorts, barely more covered up than his usual ring gear; less when you factor in the lack of boots. Johnny is smiling, and not just because of the bowl of weed sitting on a stool to his left.
Johnny: "Hi people! And no, that wasn't trying to scare those of you who found your way here through r/trees, but thanks for the watching friends, try to keep up."
The Hedonistic Hellcat takes a hit and blows a perfect smoke ring, before placing his glassware back down on the stool and continuing.
Johnny: "Usually I don't make you guys wait until so close to show time before showing my pretty little face, but occasionally it's fun to tease. And secretly, I think you like it. But I've made you wait awkwardly in the den long enough, so to speak. And it's time to once more discuss my feelings. Less bitter than last time I talked about them, but happy news on that front. My erstwhile nemesis shall remain erstwhile, while those of us with fortitude and backbone continue forward. Slightly more on topic, and good news for Press, I'm on a roll in tag matches of late, and I don't just mean how I don't get pinned in them much. And from Japan to Louisiana, I aim to keep it going. In a weird reflection of my last battle I find myself teaming with an established vet to take on two people I've beaten. This one involves a conspiracy theorist who I think fancies himself my current nemesis and a man I'll just label as rival. But before I get to that, one more quick word to John Champa."
Raike leans forward, getting closer to the camera.
Johnny: "Hey. Moron. You don't get to fail at impressing me and then spin it as scaring me off. That you thought I gave a shit about crowd sizes, a feeling the blond with the shitty skin seems to share, is baffling, but to then act like a man from a group who keep trying, very, very poorly, to threaten us was supposed to be a boon to this company? Pure Amusement is about challenge, not money, not words, challenge. You and all your friends have shown you aren't interested. Fuck off."
Johnny shakes his head in annoyance and takes another hit.
Johnny: "Munin, just give them their shit back. Whatever fire you tried to light didn't take. Although I shouldn't be talking to you, it'll make Harris all paranoid again. You'd think my public disagreements, cordial though I like to think they are, would have dissuaded that notion, but last I checked he was on that tear. C`est la vie. I've learned that while truth may be a defense, the unwilling will never believe it. So Harris, if you need to believe you're the victim, even though as a man in recovery it is an actively bad mindset for you, go ahead. I'd make a joke about you being back on drugs if you still believe otherwise, but I actually do wish you well with that. In pretty much no other aspect of your life, mostly because your attitude has convinced me that you deserve to perish alone and angry, but you should at least be free of an outside force with huge amounts of control over you. Unless that force is me."
The Sissyboy Saviour gives some a bright, aggravating smile.
Johnny: "I'd be less of a dick, but with how you talk to me, why bother? Hell, I'd do more to try and get under your skin, but again, why bother? Your little mind won't let it soak in if you lose this match. It'd just be more proof that I need help to beat you, at least in your eyes. And, frankly, I'd love it if you went into Heat Stroke thinking you're this untouchable icon and I'm a lowly, scheming worm. Be so much sweeter when I pin you, not outclimb but outfight, and become number one contender. Keep thinking I'm shit, it's more fun when the other shoe drops"
The usual thunder clap from The Thigh High Thriller ushers in a change of pace. Johnny fixes a hair that wasn't out of place, takes another hit, and continues.
Johnny: "Now, that brings me to CJ O'Donnell, current number one contender. He didn't think much of me last time we clashed, but after absorbing the knowledge of the Irish and showing him how breathtaking my Full Frontal can be, I'm guessing he thinks a little higher of me. And, if he's as smart as he wants to seem, he will. But for this week, Caleb, it also doesn't matter if you respect me. I still get the close up view, still get the chance to fill in more of the blanks about you. You've been teasing this match against Press for awhile, you have a shit ton to live up to, and if you can match the buzz you've been creating, then I'll be glad of my first hand experience when I face you for the Pure Amusement championship. But, that's not this week. This week is the inaugural champions against the would be second generation. Would be, because you CJ do not have a belt here, and as such are more like gen one point five."
A smirk and a shrug, to drive home the taunting.
Johnny: "And with that, I come to my partner, though not sexually. Press, Pure Amusement champion. I actually am drawing a blank as to whether or not it's a Heavyweight championship; I'm the right size to qualify for anything, it's kinda trivia at that point, but Press certainly is a heavyweight champion. And the elder statesman of the match. Now I'm in no mood to do math, but I do believe that Press and I are the longest tenured professional fighters, and certainly one of the more professional duos in Pure Amusement, if not wrestling as a whole. Not that professionalism is a guarantee of success, but man does it help. With neither of us being paranoid, or surrounding ourselves with sycophants, our focus will be on wrestling, on winning. Well, to tell a secret about five percent of my focus will be on trying to figure out just when one of you will hit the other, because I've been exposed to your massive egos, this ends fantastically for you to. Please to note that fantastic is descriptive, and doesn't always have a positive connotation."
One last little smirk from the Panty Wearing Panty Dropper as he rolls his neck and shoulders, visibly relaxing into tiredness.
Johnny: "It's been a long couple days, lots of pies and lots of sticky little fingers. I'll be catching my train soon, so it's time to wrap this up. I feel good, I look good, and I fight well. I also know basic grammar, as you can see. And I'm tickled to be in another main event, it's nice to know I drive sales as much as I think I do. I'm looking forward to Heat Stroke, but I'm not looking past Wicked. And if you're smart, CJ, Calvin, you won't be either.
With a little finger wave, Johnny Raike bids farewell to his audience, Raike in the Cash logo leading us out of the garage, with the strains of "Pure Morning" to accompany.
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