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Post by brunofalcone on May 9, 2011 10:40:19 GMT -5
You six rp here
This is a Gauntlet Match. Mike C must win all matches to be able to get title shots. If he loses one match he gets no title shots for a year.
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Post by "Classy" Mike C on May 13, 2011 13:41:56 GMT -5
We open and immediately focus on Classy Mike C. No set ups, no camera panning, just Classy Mike C pacing up and down in an apartment on the phone.
Mike C: ...yes Aunty Joan...I know I shouldn't attack authority figures but...no I'm not making excuses, they've been screwing me over since day one! They had it coming!...Yes, yes, "do unto other's" and all that crap...yes I am keeping an eye on him...I know he's a special little boy, in more sense than one!...Well I don't know why he keeps talking to it, you bought him the bloody thing and then allowed him to enter a sport where he'll get regular bumps on the head!...No of course I don't tell people we're related, it's embarrassing!...Ok, ok I'll make sure he's fine, look I've got to go...yes Aunty Joan I'll see that he gets his five a day, bye!
Mike C puts the phone down and sighs. He takes a seat upon the sofa, moving a discarded sweater and some empty cans before doing so, and switches off the television which is paused on some insane looking Japanese cartoon featuring a goose and a robotic question mark. He looks around before addressing the camera.
Mike C: Now I know what some of you are expecting. A catchphrase and then some caricatured English statements? Ok, I know that's what JD Screw and those hillbillies he hangs around with in the “Redneck Wrasslin' Cousins” are expecting. But you see, I AM CLASSY MIKE C...and I couldn't give a crap about what JD Screw thinks of me. Now I pride myself on not being a stereotype, not saying “cor blimey guv!” or, if you actually know anything about English regional dialects, “mad fer it!”. So it always disappoints me when someone as illustrious as JD Screw resorts to the lowest common denominator...a few English phrases and a bad cockney accent to try and get a point across. Now I'd happily sit here and mis-quote that Dukes of Hazzard wannabe until Thunder hits the air but quite frankly I have better and more important things to do. And imitation is a form of flattery, and I don't fancy flattering JD Screw anytime soon. So Jadey just listen to this; you'll get your answer at Thunder and this time AJ Johnson's big dense skull won't get in the way of me kicking your arse from Japan to Timbuktu and back.
The phone rings, the ringtone being “Staring At The Rude Bois” by Gallows ft. Lethal Bizzle...i.e. Mike C's theme music...and Mike C glances at it. The caller ID reveals that it reads “Aunty Joan”, so Mike C diverts the call to answerphone.
Mike C: Ahh my Aunty Joan. She may be an absolute pain in the arse but she does occasionally say something quite wise and quite profound. Like “no matter how old or restless you get, you should always show respect to authority”. You see Aunty Joan likes wrestling, so much that she pretty much catapulted myself, my friends and my mentally deficient cousin into the sport...I won't reveal who my cousin is, try and have a guess...but Aunty Joan always hated the guys that didn't respect authority. She loved the Big Boss Man, she loved the Falcones, hell she even loved the Mountie. But she despised the likes of Steve Austin and Jake Roberts, and today guys like JD Screw who are willing to cross the boss. She loves me, we're family after all, but she didn't like my actions at Thunder. And if I'm perfectly honest, I didn't like them either. You see, Levi Hershey and Russell Lee didn't quite get my message – Give. Me. My. Title. Shot...NOW! Not after some mid-card melee with the bad, the worse and the terrible of GWA Thunder. NOW!
Again the phone rings. Again it's Auntie Joan. Again Mike C diverts to answerphone.
Mike C: So in a way, Russell and Levi have again got their way and been able to play their little games. AJ Johnson, JD Screw and bloody TKO will have their little title match and my destiny will be delayed another week. Fantastic. But gentlemen, you can put off fate as much as you like but the beauty of fate is that it will still happen. I will still become GWA Global Champion, and one day World Champion, regardless of whether I have to wrestle the belt from JD Screw, AJ Johnson, TKO or anyone else. And if I have to beat the five biggest pieces of crap on the roster...and Grilled Cheese...then so be it.
Again the phone rings. This time however it is not Aunty Joan, it is Grilled Cheese. Mike C shakes his head and diverts to voicemail.
Mike C: I tell you something. Twenty times a day I get a call from Grilled Cheese and not once have I answered, no matter what a certain Aunty wants me to do. But what better way to start than the cheesy one. The one man in the gauntlet...nay, in GWA...that I actually like. Now Cheesy, I know you're a very special guy and a very special case, so I want to go easy on you. My only warning for you is don't try anything silly and certainly don't get that bloody toaster involved. It'll be like this; bell rings, you lie down, I pin you, you get paid and escape unscathed. Understand? Because I want to save my energy for the next guy...Ezekiel Tyson. Now what is it with peculiar family trees in GWA?
Mike C smirks and shakes his head.
Mike C: You've got the Dippers, The Bulldogs, JD Screw and his bunch of cousin-brothers and aunty-mothers, Grilled Cheese and Cla...I mean Grilled Cheese and Toastie...and then you have the Tysons. Now I'm sure Momma assured Ezekiel and Solomon that they had the same Daddy but unless Ezekiel has that Michael Jackson sickness...no not that one, the skin one...unless Ezekiel has that then I ain't buying it. Now Zeke, you're a former GWA World Champion and our paths have crossed before at Spring Stampede in that ladder match that I was the true winner in, but look at you now. Washed up, unsuccessful, a shadow of your former self. In other words, pathetic. You really should enjoy basking in my reflected limelight at Thunder because they way you're going I doubt you'll have many more occasions in the spotlight. However after Ezekiel Tyson I get one gentlemen who is perennially in the spotlight...not because he's good, but because he's some sort of Nightclub mogul or something...Leeeeeeeeroy....Jackson!
Mike C: Tell me Leroy, are you the World of Warcraft guy? You know, “guns up chums”? “God damn you Leroy”? “At least I got chicken”? No? Ah well. You see Leroy, all I know about you if you aren't that guy is that you're involved in some sort of legal battle with Ric Blanchard over some seedy nightclub. What is it with this federation? You've got Ric Blanchard and Leroy Jackson hanging around nightclubs, JD Screw and his incest army drinking Jack like water and Izzy Inzane snorting line after line of cocaine...do we not have a wellness policy? I'm not exactly straight edge...hell I'm not exactly sober most of the time, but can't we get some superstars who focus on their career rather than their addictions? Still, Leroy may at least throw a punch, if only because he thinks I'm trying to steal his baby. And then, we have the racists...
Mike C becomes ashen-faced and shakes his head, staring at his feet.
Mike C: Dear oh dear oh deary me. What drives a man, or in this case two men, to racism? Deplorable, disgraceful, disdainful, I can think of few things worse than the KKK...but wait, this is a different “klan”...these guys seems to hate people who don't paint their faces. Does that count as racism or is it just discriminating against non-clowns? I don't know, I don't care, but I do recognise that I have to face both of these loons at the same time. Will I shirk this challenge? Hell no! The KKK were suspended for a reason...because they sucked. And they're being brought back for a reason...because Levi Hershey is desperate. But I will not give in to these cut price Doinks and they will be the fourth victim of this match. And then there is my “stable mate”...
Mike C smirks and salutes, as if to mock Nakita Korchenko and Global Domination. His phone rings again and once more it is Aunty Joan. Once again it's sent to mailbox.
Mike C: Ahh Nakita...for about 15 minutes we were a team. We were both members of Global Domination and for you the future looked rosy. But you and your bondage buddies lost sight on the one thing I never forget...Classy Mike C does not need anybody to help him reach the top, and I certainly don't need the man who stole my International Championship. Nakita, you're probably gonna be all pissed off and ready for some retribution by the time we meet at Thunder. By then, I will have faced three men, a tag team and a toaster, and for a normal man fatigue may be setting in. But I'm no normal man Nakita, and I'll be more than ready to tackle you head on. You've managed to survive in GWA for quite a while, and it makes me laugh that nobody has picked up on what a sniveling, cowardly little bitch you are. I cannot wait to show the rest of the world that you are just that, and when I stand over you ready for my GWA Global Title shot it will be all the sweeter that you are the piece of s**t I am stood over.
Mike C: So there you have it. Six men stand in my way of glory. Six men who all don't even deserve to grace the same sentence as me. And still I'll put in the performance that the GWA fans expect. Because Levi, Russell, JD Screw, AJ Johnson, Global Domination and anyone else who has crossed me...this is my time. Like it or not, I will begin my ascent to the top spot in GWA and, JD, I will catchphrase my way there...whether you like it or lump it.
Mike C's phone rings once more and he glances down. This time the caller ID reveals it to be “Toastie”. Mike C looks confused and diverts to voicemail one last time before picking up the TV remote. As he presses it the camera cuts to black.
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Post by Grilled Cheese on May 14, 2011 21:00:32 GMT -5
(We take a long walk down a path and before we come to a clearing, as the camera pans right we see a calm slow moving creek, and a tire swing hanging from a tree. With a bridge in the distance, about 5 yards from the tree in a blanket and we see Grilled Cheese who is hosting a picnic for some of his good friends... As the camera pans around the blanket we see, Meatloaf, Kevin Bacon, Jerry Rice, Daryl Strawberry, Fiona Apple, Halle Berry & Eminem... About 25 yards away 'Under the Bridge' the Red Hot Chilli Peppers are playing some music.)
Grilled Cheese - I hope everyone is enjoying the meal.
Meatloaf - Well I loved the banana bread, and the vanilla pudding was sweet. The peanuts were too salty though.
Grilled Cheese - So what are you saying?
Meatloaf - I guess two out of three ain't bad.
Kevin Bacon - OUCH!
Grilled Cheese - What?
Kevin Bacon - The damn fondu just burnt me?
Grilled Cheese - OUCH!
Kevin Bacon - 7 Degrees!
Daryl Strawberry - Stop crying!
Grilled Cheese - Huh?
Daryl Strawberry - Where the damn booze and blow?
Jerry Rice - Uncle Ben took it!
Halle Berry - Say what, is he an X-Man?
Grilled Cheese - NO! But he's in love with Catwomen!
Fiona Apple - This is criminal! I swear I'm seeing shadow boxers out of the corner of my eye!
Eminem - Stop complaining bitch! My ass walked 8 miles for this damn picnic and I'm bored as hell!
(Grilled Cheese breaks down and cries as the Red Hot Chilli Peppers begin to play 'Under the Bridge')
[Fade to Black]
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Post by Leroy "The Hammer" Jackson on May 15, 2011 14:45:40 GMT -5
Hey no offense guys, but I feel like I'm being looked at as a bum here. Again no offense, but no one in this match is in my league, except Mike C who is by far more superior. This is what hurt me this week in having the drive to RP. I almost feel this match was predetermined no matter what I'd post. Anyway on with the RP.
(We join Leroy Jackson who eating)
Leroy Jackson - So it looks like the GWA regards me as a bum. Tossing me in a match with some bum. I'll tell you what GWA. Do as you wish with me now, but next week the all new Leroy will show his face!
(Fade to Black)
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Post by Klu Klux Klowns on May 15, 2011 15:05:38 GMT -5
Scene opens with the KKK in their locker room.
Killa Klown: Was is this crap ? We get to come back from being suspended and this is what we get.
Krazy Klown: I know what you mean my friend. Is this how the GWA treats former champions ? Who the hell does Mike C think he is anyway ?
Killa Klown: Yeah !!! Where does he get off calling us racist. When it's clear he hates American and anything to do with American.
Krazy Klown: Very true. Mike C if you hate American so bad get the hell out and don't come back you hobknocker.
Killa Klown: Mike C this match will not be easy. So I hope your ready.
Scene fades to black.
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