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Post by Vinny Falcone on Dec 14, 2010 12:02:48 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by JD Screw on Dec 15, 2010 0:50:32 GMT -5
==Camera fades up outside a sleazy motel near a highway at night. Three letters of the neon sign are broken but the two that work are sending an gross pink glow to the dark parking lot. The camera pans to a hotel room that has its door ajar. When the door opens we see a castle made out of beer cans and sitting in a chair in his Confederate Flag boxers and an open flannel shirt. His chiselled chest covered with blond chest hair. He’s knocking back another beer and listening to GWA Radio. On the air is Chris Gibson talking about how great he is and how many championships he won. JD spits some tobacco on the ground and throws his beer can at the wall. He switches off the radio and shakes his head==
JD: You know what really pisses me off. Pumped up chumps like Gibson that think that every opponent they go up against is going to be too easy for them. I think these dorks have been playing video games on easy for too long! I don’t want to step into the ring thinking that I’m going to walk all over someone who has worked their ass off to get there. I want a knock out drag out fight so that when I do win…I feel like I accomplished something.
==JD pops the top off another beer.==
JD: This brings me to this little TV tournament. What I love about this idea is that it’s going to be a long night for everyone involved! It’s going to be gruelling slugfest with blood spilled and hopes crushed. That is ole JD’s favourite type of night. There is nothing I love more than drinking and getting into a fight. Boys of the GWA let this be a notice to you that the fight is coming. I may not be the biggest dog in the yard, but I am the toughest. I will never quit…I will never surrender. You want to beat me? You have to damn near kill me. Because if there is an ounce of blood left in these veins…a breath in these lungs…I will keep coming like god damn Jason Voorhees!
==JD drains his beer and throws it on the pile.==
JD: So…Mike Dipper. You are the poor son of a bitch that drew against me first round. Normally I would say, “Let the best man win..” But I have a lot to prove. Not only is this a first round match but it’s my first one on the grand stage in a long time and I need…hell no…I MUST prove that I am a force to be reckoned with. Mike you may have done big things in the tag team game, but when it comes to that TV Title….man I want it. I want it almost as much as I want a big breasted blond and another six pack!
==JD rummages through a carton of beer but it’s empty. He throws it down in disgust.==
JD: A lot of you boys might be a wee bit nervous about winning the belt, sure it looks good on a resume but to be TV Champ means every time those cameras come on you have to defend your belt. That makes me a little excited, if you get my meaning. What is better than that “Big fight” feel? Beating the piss out of another man is fun everyday but to know that that sexy piece of gold is just waiting…aching to go around your waste. There isn’t a feeling like it. No addiction sweeter than the one for gold and glory! So with all the people telling me to quit drinkin’, stop chewin’ tobacoo, stop cussin’, stop chasin’ tail! I say this….I only have one problem.
==JD Stands up==
JD: My name is JD Screw…and I’m a Championshipaholic! And I’m about to fall off the wagon. See you real soon, Dipper.
==A sick but satisfied smile appears on JD’s face as we fade to black.==
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Post by Dipper Brothers (Mike & Joe) on Dec 25, 2010 17:15:53 GMT -5
(Pappy Woods finally makes his way to Mike Dipper for his interview.)
Pappy Woods - Hello Mike thanks for taking the time to speak with me.
Mike Dipper - Yeah no problem my man.
Pappy Woods - OK, I'll get right into it. This Sunday you face JD Screw. in the huge TV Title tournament. Thoughts?
Mike Dipper - What kinda name is screw anyway?
Pappy Woods - Well it's his last name
Mike Dipper - Sure, anyway this guy says he has a lot to prove, and for that he won't show some respect and say, amay the best man win. Well that's OK because Pappy, you're looking at that man anyway.
Pappy Woods - You seem sure of yourself.
Mike Dipper - Should I feel any other way?
Pappy Woods - Well I guess not.
Mike Dipper - Exactly.
Pappy Woods - So what would winning the TV Title mean to you?
Mike Dipper - Well Pappy, it would be my first ever title. I'm still a rookie, and to win any title would be huge for me. But to secure a GWA title, is there anything bigger?
Pappy Woods - Hell no, the GWA is the best, nothing else compares.
Mike Dipper - My thoughts exactly Paps.
Pappy Woods - So you clearly feel you'll defeat JD Screw. Do you feel you're the favorite to take it all?
Mike Dipper - Hell no, but I know I can. And the GWA will soon learn what the Dipper brothers are all about!!
(The two shake hands as the interview ends.)
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Post by JD Screw on Dec 25, 2010 17:58:11 GMT -5
==Camera fades up in a dank and dirty gym on the wrong side of the tracks, the kind of place that smells of rusted metal and stale sweat. There are some obvious gang members working out and in the corner on some rusted chin-up bars in a stained white singlet and a pair of denim shorts is “The 100 Proof Asskicker” JD Screw doing pull ups. He sees the camera and shows off by pulling himself up with a jerk and doing a backflip onto his feet. He grabs a grimey towl and wipes his head before pulling a beer out of a cooler.==
JD: Well, well, well. Mike Dipper has decided to grace the GWA fans with his presence. I was going to say words but that long drawn out garbage that you spewed was anything but a cohesive thought.
==JD laughs==
JD: Your big attack was on my name? I wouldn’t talk, jackass, Dipper sounds like a code for erectile dysfunction. Screw is a proud family name that goes back to a time when men’s name came from what they did for a living! Ask your momma, and she’ll tell you in detail about what it’s an apt name.
==JD drains his beer and crushes the can==
JD: You want to talk about lack of respect? You think you need respect from me? You say you are a rookie and need to prove yourselves. I ain’t respecting no rookie! I’ve been busting my ass in the ring before you were a glint in your daddy’s bottle of rum! So what you need to do, sport, is get back in the clown car with all the Dipper clan, and drive off the nearest cliff because honestly, Mike, that is a better outcome than what is going to transpire in the TV tournament.
==JD grabs another beer and tosses it to a mean looking hulking mass of a man that walks pass the camera==
JD: You look like you could use it, Tiny, now hit the showers you smell like a dead dog’s ass! Speaking of dead dog’s ass….let’s talk about the rest of the “talent” that makes up the TV Title Tournament. We have John Morton and Chris Gibson…and honestly if those two don’t skip the event and run off to Vermont to get hitched, I’ll be surprised. Each one is more concerned with what their daddy’s did then their careers so I say flush them both like a stubborn turd!
Mike Price, Brandon Hardy, Damien Xavier, Pika Zap, CJ Lane, Skullcrusher, and Soild….hell those boys haven’t bothered even paying attention. They are more excited about getting their Barbies, and training bras for Christmas. Those ole boys are going to get their asses handed to them, and I say more bodies for the fire.
Which brings me to the real contenders in this tournament. AJ, Both Bulldogs, Graveyard, Panther, Dean and Douglas, you boys have actually brought your assess to the table and for this the wrestling gods thank you, but if any of you pumped up chumps think that you are going to walk though this tournament without a scratch, without a challenge and without my size 13 shoe getting wedged firmly in your face…then you are sadly mistaken.
I did not come to the GWA to be a wallflower. I may not always be the biggest dog, and I may not be what some call a technically sound wrestler. But what I have over the rest of you is the desire to win at any cost. You want it bad? I want it more and I’m prepared to spill my own blood…break my own bones and leap from the tallest structure to make sure that at the end of the day you not only know that you were beaten by the best….but that the gold is around my waist. Even if I don’t know I’m champion because I’ve been in a medically educed coma to try to reduce the swelling on my brain….drape that title over my drooling body because when I wake up…and I always do….I will be the happiest son of a bitch you’ve ever seen.
I’ll then unplug myself…go find the nearest bar and celebrate…only to show up at the arena the next day looking for another fight.
You jackholes can run around doing radio interviews talking about past glories trying to talk your ways into respect…or at Worldwide…you can step in the ring with me and try to earn it.
See you boys very soon.
Oh..and Dipper…you better call that sweet lady you call your momma and have her come to the show. Her little boys is going to need his momma…and I’ll need a date for my celebration. I guess that makes me your daddy in two respects. Booya.
==JD laughs and grabs another beer as the camera fades to black.==
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