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Post by The BombTrax on May 27, 2016 4:54:28 GMT
{PAW versus GZW2k1} Interfed 6 Man Tag Match William Saint, Tapioca Joe, Johnathan Alexander versus John Champa, Red Dragon, Shane Lawrence
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday June 8th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, June 7th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
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Post by John Champa on Jun 5, 2016 21:08:26 GMT
So now everyone wants to be brave and finally.. FINALLY step into the ring with Ground Zero Wrestling.
The smirk on the face of John Champa tells the whole story. It's almost as if he feels like the actions of the Takeover has finally gotten to the PAW elite, and that they are right where Ground Zero wants them to be.
The time for talking...over. The time of hiding from those who has came in and pissed on your doorstep...over. The time of telling the elite of Ground Zero Wrestling to do more than just stand in the center of the ring...over. The time for those bleeding heart Pure Amusement Wrestling's banner waving personnel, to step up...begins.
For weeks We, the best of the best, have took shot after shot at all those who proclaim the name of Pure Amusement to step up and fight...fight for your careers, fight for your company, fight for your fans...fight for your fucking lives and until recently those shots have gone unanswered. It's fitting that it took someone from the halls of Ground Zero, in Munin, to get you to step up and try to take the fight to us. She, a former GZW banner waver, is leading the charge against the machine that created her in the first place.
She isn't the only GZW betrayer involved in the match. Saint, William Saint, he too will bare the burden of the crucifixion as Ground Zero lays Pure Amusement, arms stretched out and nailed, on it's own wooden cross and put on display for the whole damn world to behold.
There won't be songs of remembrance like "Now behold the lamb" playing in the background, there won't be rumblings in the skies because of an angry God. There won't be people weeping in the streets because of the death of PAW.
Trumpets, blown by Angels, will sound as those who fight under the banner of Ground Zero Wrestling, parade ourselves through the hall of PAW, announcing our presence. For those who do not know, nor can fathom the analogies that I've just spewed out, let me narrow it down for you, this is the end of Pure Amusement Wrestling. The Revelation, the judgment is now upon all who dare oppose the Takeover.
Bow down as the trumpets sound.
John picks up a trumpet and begins to play. John plays the chords that's used to announce the presence of Kings.
This will be the final picture of the six man tag, as the bodies of William Saint, Johnathan Alexander and Tapioca Joe, along with Lady Munin, all lay spread out in the center of the ring. I want the blood of Lady Munin on our hands because she is the reason we are here.
I beseech all to tune in to the death of Pure Amusement Wrestling. The battle ground is set, the field prepared and the charge will be lead by the Greatest star to ever grace the sport of Professional Wrestling...Johnathan Champa...Mr. GREATNESS IN THE GODDAMN FLESH.
The scene fades out.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 10:09:08 GMT
The time he used to spend here each day was astronomical. From sun up to sun down this was his home, the only place in the world he truly felt like he belonged. Standing in the center of a ring dressed in blue jeans, a black wife beater and black on white Air Jordan's is Jonathan Alexander. His hands slipped into his pockets as he slowly made his way around the ring taking in all the sights and smells that came with it. He stops and leans against the top rope looking down at the bare floor below. Coming up his back hit that hard slab of concrete more times than he cared to count. It's probably what ultimately led to his injury in the end. After all, how many times can you be dropped onto concrete before your body finally says fuck you I'm done? Lost in thought he never heard the door behind him open or the footsteps fall as they approached the ring.
Nice to see you back inside a ring Mr. Alexander.
The voice caught his attention but not enough to cause him to turn and face the voice. His head lowered between his arms as he rested it on the top rope.
What do you want?
I wanted to see if the rumor was true. That the once great "Tower of Terror" was back inside a ring.
Well here I am. Now if you don't mind I've got more important things to do.
Of course you do. Please inform your wife I said hello.
Before the man could get away Jonathan spun around and put his back against the ropes. His gaze was dark as he looked at the slightly overweight man in front of him.
Why the hell are you here Strong?
I told you, I wanted to see for myself that you were indeed back in a ring. Why does that shock you?
Perhaps because the last time we spoke you basically shit all over my career. Something along the lines of not deserving those World Titles, MVPs or Hall of Fame bids. Sound familiar?
I was a heel commentator Mr. Alexander that’s what I got paid to do. I honestly respected you and felt horrible when you went down like that. I've never seen anyone bounce back like you did.
Bounce back? I lost several years off my career! How's that for bouncing back?
But you came back right? Not only that but now you're married and have a child on the way. I'll say you bounced back pretty well wouldn't you?
He honestly hadn't looked at it from that standpoint. He loved the company he was working for, he loved and cherished his wife and now he had a child on the way. Things really were going his way whether he knew it or not.
But let me ask you something. Does she know? Your wife.
Know what?
About your dad? About your health? Any of it?
No she doesn't. And I'd appreciate you not opening your mouth.
She doesn't even know me. I think you're safe in that regards. But you do know you have to tell her eventually right?
I'll tell her when the time is right. With all that's going on with the baby I don't think now's the time. Maybe one day, just not today.
Just know, the longer you wait the harder it'll be. Not to mention the worse her reaction could potentially be.
How do you tell someone you’re dying and nothing can be done about it? So much has been going our way lately and now I’ve got this big monkey wrench to throw in. It doesn’t quite seem fair.
No one said life was fair. That’s just how things work sometimes. Just because your dad died doesn’t mean you have to.
Yeah sure. Look, I got things to do. I can’t stand here and jaw jack with you all night. I’ve got a match to get ready for.
I understand. Good luck Mr. Alexander. I’ll be watching.
Without another word the man turned and left leaving Jonathan alone once more inside the ring. Alice was so happy how their life was turning out and so was he. How could he ruin all that? Why did he have to go get that check up? Life hands you lemons you make lemonade? He was tired of lemonade, he was mixing it with vodka.
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It was hard to tell how much time had passed since we last saw Jonathan. As he stood in the ring earlier brick walls and a lack of windows made it almost impossible to know what time of day it was. No longer dressed in the same manner he was, Jonathan now stands in front of the camera wearing navy slacks with a matching sportcoat and a white button down with the top three buttons undone. The tennis shoes he wore earlier were now replaced by a pair of black wingtips. The man in front of the camera was dressed more for a night on the town than a fight in a ring.
John you and I don’t know each other. In another world we might have even been looked at as the same kind of person. The same could be said for Shane and Red Dragon. Any other day, any other federation I probably would be seen on the same side of the ring as any of you. But not this day and not this federation. You want to be the good guys? You want those people to cheer you on like you’re here to save the day? Yet you act and talk like you want them to hate you as much as they do. You say this is about a title you feel was stolen from you? That as soon as your “property” is returned you’ll leave? Why do I feel like calling bull shit on that? Why do I feel that even if Lady Munin were to hand that title to you on a velvet pillow you’d stick around just to make a statement. A statement that said no one turns on GZW. Just like any street gang you see only one way out of GZW and that’s in a bodybag.
He slowly removed the sports coat he had on and tossed it to the side, his eyes never leaving the camera. He grabbed at his sleeves and undid the buttons before rolling up each one.
You’ve stepped into my home as far as I’m concerned. Lady Munin can say you’re her welcomed guest all she wants but to me you’re doing nothing but trespassing. The three of you and anyone else they want to bring aren’t welcome in this ring. For years I busted my ass over seas being underpaid and underappreciated. When I went down with an injury they swept any knowledge of me under the rug like I didn’t even exist. To them I was a dime a dozen. Just some white guy from America they could exploit. I didn’t see it then but looking back I can see it now. When I look at the three of you and how you treated William Saint when he left GZW brought back those same memories. Underappreciated but maybe not quite underpaid.
He wasn’t enough though was he? No you had to go and involved Tapioca Joe. I know he made the choice to get in the middle of it but you went out of your way to try and make an example of him. No one crosses GZW right? Let me ask you something. If you’re so damn proud of your company why don’t you call yourselves GZW? All I see on Twitter or hear you talk about is The Takeover. Hell the match is even being billed, as you like to say Samson The Takeover versus PAW Patrol. Why not GZW versus PAW? Is it because you’re not as proud of your company as you would lead people to believe?
I don’t expect a fair fight. You can claim honor all you want but when push comes to shove each and every one of you will cut any corner you can. Hell, with Jericho Cross, Amanda Reynolds and who knows who else waiting in the wings why not? You’ve got a whole roster to choose from to help you out. Now granted that roster isn’t very big but that’s besides the point. The point is I know I’m walking into an ambush. I know that I probably won’t walk out the same way I walk in. But that’s the nature of this beast. That’s what we signed up for like it or not. John, Shane, RD I know the odds are stacked in your favor but know this. If you don’t hear anything else I say I want you to at least hear this. You will know we came to fight. You will know without a shadow of a doubt that you were in for the fight of your life. You’ve tried to run over this federation for the past few months but that stops now. The three of us will stop you or we’ll die trying.
His words were short but direct as he turned and left.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 2:42:14 GMT
"And so it begins...finally."
The scene opens as Shane 'Ryder' Lawrence can be seen standing in front of a promotional banner for Pure Amusement Wrestling's upcoming supershow, HeatStroke. Wearing a tailor-made Giorgio Armani suit, he stands tall with a look of stern defiance plastered across his face.
"Yes, it has begun. The Takeover has officially arrived. It seems that the Amusement Park has finally come to their senses. And who can blame them? After all, they are going to profit tremendously by employing the Globalstars of Ground Zero Wrestling. Whether this is temporary or ends up being permanent...it matters not. Destruction is at hand for all involved. But who will rise and who will fall? That is the ultimate question. GZW versus PAW. A match made in Hell...a perfect way to begin the war. Jonathan Alexander, Tapioca Joe and William 'Mongrel' Saint versus Red Dragon, 'The Big Shot' John Champa and of course yours truly....Shane 'Ryder' Lawrence. I can hardly wait. The anticipation is making me incredibly anxious. It has been way too long since I stepped inside the squared circle for a sanctioned wrestling match. Sure...I have made appearances for other organizations. A signing here. A guest referee spot there. All of which have been fun, but they don't compare to the feeling I get when thousands of fans react to the amazing athletic feats I perform while getting physical inside the ring. I am the epitome of what it means to be a member of the 'Old Guard'. I have been putting on wrestling displays for two decades. I may not be a Ring of Honor Icon...yet, but my accomplishments are second to none. Ground Zero Wrestling saw fit for me to represent them as Vice President of Talent Relations, Deputy Commissioner, NEOGZW Commissioner, WCEK Television Champion, World Tag Team Champion, Canadian Heavyweight Champion, United States Champion and as the ONLY Ground Zero Global Unified North American Heavyweight Champion. So it makes perfect sense that they would choose me to help lead the charge against the Amusement Park."
Shane begins pacing back and forth while still speaking, but doesn't look directly at the camera.
"Now...PAW Patrol. You three gentlemen are about to go on the Ryde of your lives. Are you prepared to be elevated? I highly doubt you can handle it to be honest. Jonathan and Mr. Saint couldn't handle GZW anymore so they jumped ship rather than do what was right and help to repair the ship. Tapioca Joe...you are just going to be a casualty by association. I'm not going to apologize for what is about to happen to the three of you. Sometimes things need to be solved with a pen and paper...and sometimes solved with phyical altercations. I prefer the latter. Words can accomplish many things yet they don't always get the job done. This is where I come in. It is my time now. My time to let loose. My time to seek retribution. My time to rise above and look down upon the wrestling world as I begin my rule over all. The Amusement Park truly has no idea of what is to come."
Finally facing the camera, Shane gives his trademark smirk and laughs.
"Red Dragon has already given you all a taste of what he can do. John Champa has done the same. Both men have been involved in a few beatdowns. I, however, haven't shown you anything other than a few punches and kicks during my short interjection during the last Wicked Event. Don't fret though. I have every intention of showing you all exactly what I am capable of when my chains have been broken. GZW has given me the go ahead to do whatever is necessary and I plan on doing just that at HeatStroke. I strongly urge you all to do the same. Always expect the unexpected. The Globalstars of GZW always give our best as our fans expect nothing less. We always deliver for our fans...and our enemies. You have awoken a monster that is not easily stopped. Good luck boys. You are going to need it."
As Shane walks off, the HeatStroke promotional banner falls and is replaced by a GZW banner. And it reads as such...
"Wrestling Matters Here...GZW4LIFE"
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