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Post by Vinny Falcone on Mar 21, 2011 11:25:27 GMT -5
Ezekiel Tyson vs. Deathstroke vs. Nakita Korchenko vs. Eddy Charles vs. Rick Blanchard vs. Mike CYou 6 will RP here!
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Post by "The Enforcer" Ric Blanchard on Mar 22, 2011 10:23:11 GMT -5
Inevitable Truth..............
Water was splashing silently in the large black-tiled kidney shaped swimming pool, which ‘The Enforcer’ Ric Blanchard had been swimming laps in for some time now. His butterfly stroke was near flawless and he would only come up for air once per lap. Darkness had settled in and the end lamp was illuminating the pool nicely. Finally, Ric Blanchard reached a stop, pulling himself mid-torso out of the water and resting his elbows on the solid ground.
'Man, I don't think I've ever seen anybody do that many laps at once before,' said Ric Blanchard's younger brother, Barry, enthusiastically. 'You did it so fast, too.'
'Well, speed's going to be one of my biggest attributes in this match,' huffed Ric Blanchard, attempting to regain his breath, 'so I've gotta' make sure that I keep it up.'
'Yeah, but you've been going at cardiovascular and speed exercises all day, Ric,' responded Barry as Ric Blanchard began pulling himself up out of the pool. 'It wouldn't hurt you to rest some.'
'Barry, I don't think you understand,' said Ric Blanchard in a muffled, yet serious tone as he dried his hair and let the towel rest around his shoulders as he sat on one of the white sun chairs he had sitting around the pool. 'You see, these 5 other guys I’m facing at Spring Stampede while their not what I am, they will all be one of, if not the most formidable opponents which I've ever stepped foot in that ring with. More than Johnny Morton, more than Enigma... more than Eddy Charles. Yeah, some of these guys are true students of this business. They know the insides and the outs... which puts them up there with me in that department, and while we're pretty neck-and-neck on the technical end, most of’em are considerably stronger and more powerful than me. That leaves me with my speed... my suddenness.'
Barry sits down in the white chair adjacent to Ric Blanchard's and tossed a bottle of 'Fiji' water over to Ric Blanchard, who immediately spun the top off and began drinking.
'But, Ric, you're better than these guys... that should be enough, shouldn't it,' asked Barry.
'How do you think I remain the best Barry,' responded Ric Blanchard. 'It's training like this that does that. Now come with me while I run the ropes.'
'Again?'
'Yes, again, and after that I'm doing the boxes before I run the ropes yet again,' said Ric Blanchard in a matter-of-factly tone in his voice.
'Boxes?'
'There are four boxes, each a different height. I'll begin with the smallest, which is probably a foot and a half off of the ground and end with the third, which is about three and a half feet high, doing seven jumps a set and seven sets a piece.'
'Then, why the fourth box,' asked Barry. The two had arrived at the ropes by now and Ric Blanchard was stretching as he finished explaining one of the most excruciating and difficult physical exercises to his brother.
'The fourth box is four and a half feet high. I give it one jump... after my legs feel like jelly and they can't take anymore... one jump... to land on top of it with my feet. That's the ultimate for me.'
'Well, I suppose I can't argue with that,' said Barry with a smile on his face.
'And if you did-'
'I would be over-ruled anyways because I'm the little brother,' interrupted Barry.
'And don't you forget it,' chuckled Ric as he began running the ropes. The moon was up now and night had set in for the run. The stars watched on with Barry as Ric Blanchard continued his training for what may be one of the biggest match of his life as he tries to advance in the GWA rankings and win the International Title”.
However, the doubt remained in Ric Blanchard's mind. Would he be ready? Would he be able to defeat these 5 other guys? Would he be prepared... to face one of his toughest battle?
Then he allowed himself to answer that question with a, YES! But made sure he kept up with his training.
After a few hours his traning ends and he gets some sleep.
The Next Day.....
Ric Blanchard leans back, and taps the phone against his chin. Again his eyes glaze over, as he drifts away into a trance like state. The tapping of the phone against his chin slows to a tap....tap.....tap.... like water dripping from a faucet. When suddenly the silence, along with Ric Blanchard's trance, is broken by a knock at his door. Ric Blanchard lets out and angered sigh, as he pushes himself away from the wall, and towards the door. Again, the knock is hear, and becomes louder as Ric Blanchard slowly, unwittingly, makes his way over to the door. While walking Ric Blanchard mumbles to himself.
'I thought I told them I wanted to be bother by no one. Stupid mother...'
He turns the knob and opens to door. A look of astonishment flows from his face. His eyes widen, and his face turns pale, even paler that it was before, almost as if he has seen a ghost.
'Hey....'
A look of bewilderment consumes Ric Blanchard's face, as he stares in disbelief at the sight in front of him. Star simply smiles at him and walks into the room. Ric Blanchard slightly back peddles as she walks towards him. Star stops and gasps slightly, as Ric Blanchard leans in towards her, reaches around her, and pushes the door shut. Ric Blanchard leans back, turns, and begins to walk away from the blond beauty.
'You want something to drink?'
'No, that's quite alright, thanks.'
Star shakes her head and smirks as Ric Blanchard walks into the kitchen, leaving her alone in the room. She walks around the end of the couch, and takes a seat, awaiting Ric Blanchard's return. Ric Blanchard walks back into the room with a bottle of water in his left hand. He takes a seat on the couch next to Star, and opens the bottle. Star begins to speak, as Ric Blanchard tips the bottle back, and takes a long drink.
'I...uh...first wanted to give you my congratulations on your contract with the GWA.'
She meekly smiles, in avoidance of getting to her point. Ric Blanchard notices, and smirks as he pulls the bottle of water away from his mouth. He takes his time screwing the cap back on, and setting the bottle of water down on the floor next to his feet. Again Ric Blanchard smirks at Star, and she nervously smiles back at him.
'You looked really good.....'
'Alright, cut the crap. You're not fooling anyone, we both know you are a horrible liar, so why don't you stop now, save your breath, and just get to the point.'
Star bashfully looks away from Ric Blanchard, and down towards the floor. Nervously she fidgets with her hair, pulling it back behind her ears. As her fingers circle behind her ears, her right hand stops and begins to gently kneed her right earlobe. Simultaneously she begins to bite her bottom lip. With his left hand Ric Blanchard grabs her hand and pulls it away from her ear. While at the same time, using his right hand, he gently lifts her chin, so that they are looking into each other's eyes. Ric Blanchard's eyebrows rise, in a questioning manner, but are not met with any verbal response.
'What? Something is up, and obviously you came here to tell me something. So let me have it. What did you come here to tell me?'
His harsh, sarcastic tone causes Star's eyes to widen. She gives Jordan an ever evil look at she begins to speak.
'Ric.....I don't want you to think, that I'm doing this to you pissed or hyped up or whatever in any way. But…”
'But what?'
Star grabs both of Ric Blanchard's hands, and her emerald green eyes lock onto his cold, icy blue eyes.
'Ric it’s time…’
Ric Blanchard shoots her a puzzled expression. Star smiles at him, leans forward, and whispers into his ear.
'The GWA is all yours and it begins at Spring Stampede.'
Ric Blanchard snaps his head towards Star, and looks at her , and in an unsure manner she half smiles at him. Ric Blanchard raises his right hand, and runs his fingers through his hair. He slowly rises from the couch, and walks away from it and Star, heading towards the lone window in the room. With his hands behind and gently resting on the crown of his head, Ric Blanchard gazes out of the window. Star, stands from the couch, and cautiously creeps over towards Ric Blanchard.
'Sweetie??'
Ric Blanchard suddenly spins, and stares directly at her. She freezes in her spot, and her eyes widen in fear as the cold, icy blue eyes from the man standing in front of her pierce a hole through her. She takes a small gulp, and begins to slightly tremble. Ric Blanchard's stern expression fades as his emotionless eyes, twinkle, and a smile creeps across his face. He stretches out his arms, and wraps them firmly around Star's petite frame, lifting her into the air. The two twirl around, and Ric Blanchard lovingly kisses her neck, her shoulders, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips.
'Ric, are you ready to start your DESTINY with the destruction of Ezekiel Tyson, Deathstroke, Nakita Korchenko, Eddy Charles & Mike C?'
Ric Blanchard sets her back down on her feet, and tilts his head to the right. He stares at her for a moment without saying, while gently caressing the left side of her face. Star closes her eyes, and leans her head back, enjoying the feel of his touch.
'I'm more than okay with it.'
Ric Blanchard widely smiles at her, as he wraps his arm across her shoulders. They walk over to the door, and Ric Blanchard opens it for Star. Star pauses and looks up at him.
'Where are we going?'
Ric Blanchard just smiles and winks, we’re headed to the gym where I’m going to bust my ass to get this win.’
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Post by "Classy" Mike C on Mar 23, 2011 14:08:26 GMT -5
We open in an office. The décor is antiquarian but fashionable, all leather and oak. The walls are adorned with title belts, programmes from wrestling events and photos of the greats. As we pan around we see a desk with a typewriter, an ink well and little else adorning it. Behind it, a large window with views of a city that is seemingly the Big Apple, New York City.
The camera continues moving until a roaring fireplace comes into view and, moments later, the new GWA International Champion Classy Mike C. Mike C is seemingly asleep in a classic leather armchair, his feet perched upon a matching footstool and his newly won title belt grasped in his arms as if it were a teddy bear. After a few groans and mumbles, Mike C gradually opens his eyes. Adjusting them to the light, he suddenly notices the camera.
Mike C: Ah, GWA. I didn't notice you come in for this scheduled and obviously set up promo. Please, make yourself at home.
Mike C gets up from his chair and moves to the desk where he places his title belt in full shot of the camera. He sits in the large leather chair behind it and swivels so he's central in the shot. After a cough and a straightening of his shirt he prepares to address the masses...
Mike C: Global Wrestling Alliance, the Professional Wrestling Industry, the People of Earth...you all know this but here's a reminder. I AM CLASSY...MIKE...C...and I am YOUR International Champion.
Mike C picks up the belt and looks at it. He breathes on it before buffing it with his shirt cuff and replacing it on the desk.
Mike C: A lovely piece of waist jewellery, wouldn't you agree? So after only four matches I already hold the second most prestigious championship this company has to offer. Not bad going if I do say so myself. AJ Johnson, congratulations on proving to the GWA community that literacy, intelligence and wit are not criteria I take into account when I beat the stuffing out of my opponents. You claimed I would respect you after our match? Well let's see...I have your title, I have your dignity and you needed your little buddy...what's his name? “The Brian Gimmick-Infringement” or something? You needed him to come and clear me out of the ring before I could hold my hard earned victory celebration...
As Mike C speaks the noise of a fax machine firing up interrupts him. He gets up and walks out of shot, returning with a sheet of paper.
Mike C: Ahh lovely, the card for GWA Spring Stampede. My first title defence in what can only be described as a ridiculous take on the ladder match. Hmm...let's see...ooh new Hardcore title, can hardly wait...Grilled Cheese? What the hell is that?...How the hell is Tsunami going to climb a ladder?...hold on...GWA World Heavyweight Championship...AJ Johnson?!
Mike C looks at the camera with disgust.
Mike C: So I beat Jacoby Jr from pillar to post, take his title and yet he gets a World Title shot? There hasn't been a farce this big since JD Screw's last failed stint in rehab! I mean, I have the ranking points for the big one but as a fighting champion I'm going to defend the International Championship. But surely the beating I gave AJ Johnson should mean he loses all his ranking points?! Or at least we cut out the middle man and make him where a dress for a month. But no Mike, focus. It's good if AJ Johnson wins the World Title, it just makes it all the easier for you to win it down the line. AJ, JD, TKO...and who else? Presumably a few other guys whose names are initials? FBI's Stardust, Johnny Morton, Alex Mason...all of you should be aware that picking the right belt will paint a big old target on your back that I'll be aiming for. Oh, and a message for Stardust and my ol' buddy, the “100% Proof That Cousin's Shouldn't Marry” JD Screw...joining the Falcone Bureau of Incest may broaden the gene pool but it won't protect you when I come a-knocking. Now, which chumps do I get to fight...
Mike C glances down at the list and smiles.
Mike C: Ahh good, good. GWA fans, I actually have a few props to help me demonstrate my opponents and their abilities...
Mike C picks up a box from behind the desk and places in on the table next to his belt. He reaches in and pulls out an Ivan Drago action figure.
Mike C: Opponent number one...Nakita Korchenko or however you pronounce it. Now to my knowledge, Nakita was going away for a while to re-group after he couldn't “de-flower” JD Screw following their little respectathon. Presumably he returned to the 1980s when the Soviet Union still existed and his gimmick still meant something but I'm not sure. So here we have my depiction of him...”I Vil Crush You”...”If He Dies, He Dies”...”ADRIIIIAAAN!”...I don't know, I haven't watched Rocky for a long time but you get the idea. I'm expecting a camp training montage set to a cheesy power ballad, some cold Eastern Bloc threats and not a lot else from Nakita. Now, for contestant number two...
Reaching into the box, Mike C pulls out a copy of Playboy magazine. However, the front cover has the face of “Playboy” Eddy Charles photoshopped onto the body of the cover girl.
Mike C: Ahh, “Playboy” Eddy Charles. I assume his nickname comes from his love of dressing up in a bikini and showing off to men? What's that?
Mike C squints as the cameraman says something which, unfortunately, is muffled.
Mike C: It's because he IS a playboy? Takes all sorts I suppose. He's from Hollywood I believe, and hangs around with “Super Stud” Paul Blair and “Heartthrob” Eric Adams...three men...two of which have moustaches...topless and muscular and complimenting each other on their physiques and good looks...”real playboys”...But no, it's not what you think, because apparently “Playboy” Eddy has previous when it comes to women, and I'm not talking about the women he pays to kiss him on the way to the ring. Apparently “Playboy” stole his friend Eric Adams' wife. Now I'm no expert, but two things. Number one, surely if you're a “playboy” having a wife isn't compatible? And secondly what sort of chump returns to a faction with a friend who previously stole his wife?! I guess the sort of idiot who might try and get involved in the ladder match at Spring Stampede but that's fine, that's OK. Eddy, bring the “Heartthrob” and the “Super Stud”, bring the trail of women you pay to pretend to like you, the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned because there's a fair old chance they'll get to see you handed a dress that you'll have to where for a month. Fantastic...Anyway, coming in at number three...
Mike C gets out a lump of what appears to be gristle.
Mike C: Why, this appears to be the remains of Evander Holyfield's ear. That can only mean one thing – we have a Tyson in the match! Ezekial Tyson to be exact, who has a biblical name and is about as interesting as reading the good book. Now Zeke has a brother, probably more than one to be honest and they were probably spawned from different Mommas but still. Zeke's brother is of course the poorly spelt but equally biblical Solomon. They like a bit of tag team action, not in the same way that Eddy Charles and his buddies do but you get the idea, and last week they had to take part in not only the tag team turmoil match but the North American and TV Title tournaments. So first Zeke and Solomon came out and spoke about the Tag Title match. Then Solomon and Zeke came out and repeated what they had said word for word in relation to the TV Title match. And then, low and behold and as if to shock everybody, they came out and repeated themselves a third time in relation to the North American title match! Zeke, you may be a former World Champion around here but you're a lot like a VHS video tape – out of date, past your best and with a tendency to get stuck on repeat. But still you're better than contestant number four...
Reaching into the box, Mike C now pulls out a ball of hair.
Mike C: A hairball? That can only represent one man! The “reflection of perfection”, the “weirdo with the beard-o”, it's Ric Blanchard! Nightclub owner, box jumper, Mills and Boon tribute act, Ric has kindly agreed to put aside his weekly fights with a man unable to compete due to a shot to the head with a hammer and take part in the International Championship ladder match. Thank you Ric, you hairy wonder, you. Now Ric is the smallest man in this match, and he is also shorter and lighter than the other competitors...but enough penis jokes, I have to say I salute Ric for coming out and showing his cards first ahead of Spring Stampede. Now Ric, you're clearly hairier, if not smarter, than the average bear, and I would make sure I got plenty of training in if I were you. But it's useful to have you in the match, it really is. Not because you're an excellent wrestler, but because you already look like a janitor so it will make it so much easier when you're handed the mop after the match. Now I'm sure Leroy Jackson and brother Barry will help you out, both in the match and in sweeping the stands after the event has finished, so I say bring 'em down with you! Now, number five!
Mike C reaches into the box one last time and pulls out a jar.
Mike C: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a jar. More specifically, it is a swear jar. But this is no ordinary swear jar, this is one I'm going to present to that filthy mouthed Deathstroke at Spring Stampede. The fifth man, the man who thought the TV title was below him, the future hall of famer, the zero time World champion, whatever you want to call him. Now Deathy, you like to run your mouth and I appreciate you don't claim to be a wit, but does every other word need to be a swear? I think this swear jar will really help you out. But like I said, this is no ordinary swear jar, this one doesn't work by putting money in it every time you say a naughty word. You see, the way this one works is I smash it across your skull and hopefully knock some of the idiot out of you. For all your posturing, for all your disrespect, for all your bromancing with the GWA ownership, you have got a hell of a lot more to prove than anyone else in this match. So big guy you better make sure you bring along your buddies, be they TKO, Russell Lee or whoever, because otherwise you'll be picking glass shards out of that chrome dome you call a head for a week. Now, where is my prop for entrant number six?
Mike C looks in the box before holding it upside down to show it's empty. Suddenly a look of realisation comes over his face and he throws the box aside. He grabs the International Championship belt off the desk and holds it up to the camera.
Mike C: Here's the prop for entrant number six – me! You see gentlemen, you may all have buddies who'll be happy to come and help you out. It may be your brother or your lover or some other strange Soviet blokes, I don't care. And I may be the only guy in this match without an ally but I tell you something, I have one thing you guys don't and that is the International Championship. So I don't care if you bring a whole army with you, I am the champion and I will not be giving this title up easily. This whole ridiculous match concept leaves a lot up to luck, but I guarantee I will not be taking my eyes off the velvet bag with my belt in and I will be the first man up a ladder to reclaim it. So boys good luck, you will need it. Oh, and please don't forget to submit your measurements to management, those dresses and janitorial outfits are being custom made and you will have to like it or lump it!
Mike C smirks and glances at his title belt as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Nakita Korchenko on Mar 28, 2011 14:08:32 GMT -5
At recent huge house show in the state capital of Ohio which is Columbus. The great wrestling promotion GWA put on one hell of a show. The immense crowd on hand were there to such great matches as the following.
The Dipper Bros vs The Bulldogs , Klu Klux Klowns vs The Hornets , The British Union vs The Suffering , TKO vs Johnny Morton vs Stardust , Alex Mason vs AJ Johnson vs JD Screw , Ezekiel Tyson vs Deathstroke vs Nakita Korchenko , Eddy Charles vs Ric Blanchard vs Mike C , Big Bobo Nasty vs Solomon Tyson vs Enigma , Tsunami vs Christopher Bryant vs Leroy Jackson , Wolf Meyer vs Badass Brian vs Trip Master , Eric Adams vs The Brian Magnum vs Jacoby Douglas and P.T. Merciless vs Scott Reave vs Grilled Cheese vs Chris Hawk vs Paul Blair in a battle royal.
The show started off with the triple threat match between Eric Adams, The Brian Magnum, & Jacoby Douglas. The match was awesome as all three GWA superstars gave it there all to get the job done.
The Brian Magnum & Jacoby Douglas worked together to take out Eric Adams. This leaving the two of them to battle it out for the win. Both men were very hesitant to do to much damage to the other. As they are so close of friends.
At one point the crowd were beginning to boo because Magnum & Douglas would not do anything. But finally GWA GM Vinny Falcone would come out on the stage with a mic.
Vinny Falcone: OK enough is enough. If you to don't start wrestling they way you are suppose to be. Then I will have no choice but to FIRE your sorry butts. So lets go now.
Vinny walks to the back. As he does the two men start to put on one hell of a match. But in the end the one man they forgot about Eric Adams would sneak in and somehow get the win.
The second match of the night would pit Eddy Charles, Ric Blanchard, & Mike C in a triple threat tables match. All three men would try every trick in the book to get this win. They would use the ref to get an advantage, use weapons and every other under handed move they could come up with. In the end Mike C would come out on top.
The next match on the card was a triple threat falls count anywhere match between Ezekiel Tyson, Deathstroke, & the returning Nakita Korchenko. But before the match took place the lights went out and the Russian National Anthem starts to play as the giant Global-tron comes on and there is a man in black on the screen.
He has a hood over his head and is leaning over so we can not see his face. He starts to laugh in an evil way removes the hood to reveal his bald head. The man slowly raises his head up to reveal himself to be Nakita Korchenko.
But he has grown a beard and is looking a little more evil and maniacal than ever before.
Nakita Korchenko: That's right pathetic American swine Nakita is back in the G double u A. And I am here to vin but not tonight. You see Nakita is not at the arena tonight so Ezekiel & Deathstroke can beat the crap out of each other.
I am at my home in Moscow, Russia to train for the upcoming ppv. Because that is vhen Nakita vill make his return to a GWA ring. At the ppv I vill beat Ezekiel Tyson vho is a former GWA Vorld champ , Eddy Charles vho could be a major player in the GWA , Ric Blanchard vho should just vorry about his club and stay out of vrestling before he gets seriously hurt , Deathstroke vho is a Hall of Famer but vho really cares anyvay, And Mike C vho has made quite the impact since coming to the G double u A.
Mike C you are nothing compared to Nakita neither are the rest of you so called GWA superstars. The only superstar in the GWA is "The Russian Terror" Nakita Korchenko.
The crowd boos him then starts to chant USA... USA... USA...
Nakita Korchenko: Vhen are you idiot people going to learn that chanting USA.. USA.. does not effect me anyvay shape or form. Someday you vill learn that I hope. All it does is make me laugh because you are trying so hard to bother me and Nakita can see it on your faces that it is really starting to get to each and everyone of you and Nakita loves it. I told you all vhen I left after losing to JD Screw that I vould be back and you vere going to see a side of Nakita that none of you vould ever really like to see.
He pauses for a few seconds and just stares at the camera with this evil look on his face. And he then starts to talk again.
Nakita Korchenko: GWA Universe The Era of Terror is about to begin here in the GWA. And you can believe that no one and Nakita means no one in the G double u A is safe from The Era of Terror.
Vhen I say no one I am talking from ownership to the last midget on the roster is all on Nakita's list. I tried to play nice but that is no more. For now on it's The Era of Terror and the G double u A is nevr going to recover from it. And Nakita means never. I am going to destroy everything and everyone in the GWA. I have one goal in life and that is to vin the GWA Vorld Championship and it vill happen.
The huge Global-tron fades out as Nakita is laughing in an evil and maniacal way.
TBC
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Post by Nakita Korchenko on Mar 28, 2011 16:35:18 GMT -5
We open outside an office block in Columbus,Ohio. It's dark and the camera is focused on the revolving doors of the seemingly deserted building. After a couple of moments Classy Mike C exits. Hands in pockets he strolls down the street and takes a left down an alleyway. Mike C appears carefree and whistles to himself when suddenly he's knocked to the ground from behind. A masked man stomps on the fallen International Champion before slamming a garbage can across the back of his head. Mike C lies on the ground, clearly in agony, as the masked attacker stands over him...
Masked Man: You are my first of several victims I have in mind to make my impact here in the GWA. You and my other victims will learn not to mess with me or take me lightly.
The masked man hits Mike C a few more times with the garbage can and stomps him some more knocking him out and walks away leaving him in the alley out cold.
A short time later we see Eddy Charles walking into a local grocery store and is walking around shopping.
Eddy is pushing a grocery cart through the different aisle as he is picking up a few things he needs. He walks down the bread aisle and picks up all whole grain stuff.
Eddy makes his way to the cosmetic aisle and is looking at different hair sprays when the masked man grabs a can and sprays it into Eddy's eyes blinding him.
The masked man then grabs Eddy and nails him with his version of an RKO and knocks Eddy out. He then picks him up and stuffs him into the cart gives him a good push so that the ends up at a check out and walks out of the store.
When the cashier goes to ring up the order she screams and reads the note tape to Eddy.
Please inform Mr. Eddy Charles here that yeah it was that easy to take him out. The masked man.
About a half hour later we see Ric Blanchard looking at some property that he is thinking about buying in Columbus to open yet another The Office club. He has been thinking about opening clubs all over the country.
As he walks into a huge empty room he is nailed from behind by a 2 x 4 and drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. After he hits the ground a masked man attacks him knocking him out but before he leaves he say something.
Masked Man: You need to stay out of my way punk.
The masked man walks away laughing at what he had just done.
A few hours later we see Ezekiel Tyson working out in the weight room at the arena the GWA will be at for several house shows leading up to Spring Stampede that will be in Canton,Ohio at the Canton Civic Center.
Ezekiel is bench pressing about 450lbs. When he pushes the weight in the air and locks his arms in place. WHAM !!!! He is nailed in the head by a 45lb weight causing him to drop the weights on his chest which hurts him pretty bad.
As he lays on the floor in pain the masked man just stands over him and laughs at him. The masked man weights a few minutes then nails him in the head again knocking him out. He leaves him laying there out cold.
He walks out of the weight room and down the hall to GWA Hall of Famer Deathstroke's locker room. When he gets there the door is open and he can see Deathstroke setting at a desk watching something on his computer. So he decides to sneak into the locker room .
But before he does he pulls out some chloroform and pours in on to a rag. He sneaks up behind Deathstroke and covers his mouth with it an keeps it on until Deathstroke is out cold. The masked man looks at the computer screen to see that Deathstroke was watching the food network learning how to cook.
The masked man ties Deathstroke up to the chair and removes his mask and its Nakita Korchenko. Nakita just looks at Deathstroke and shakes his head.
Nakita Korchenko: Wow !!!! Who knew ?
The camera fades out as Nakita just walks away.
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Post by "Classy" Mike C on Mar 30, 2011 9:32:43 GMT -5
We open in a hospital emergency room. There's numerous people with numerous ailments, including a man who cannot sit down and a lady with what appear to be antlers poking out of her skirt. The camera focuses in on a door and after a few moments Classy Mike C emerges with a nurse.
Nurse: Right Mr. C...make sure you avoid anything too strenuous over the next few days and get some rest.
Mike C: Will do!
Mike C snatches the folder from the nurse's hand and walks towards reception before tossing it to the ground. Mike C exits via the automatic doors at the front at the building and approaches the GWA team, lead by Aaliyah Jewel.
Jewel: Mike C, a quick...
Mike C: Aaliyah...I'm sorry...
Jewel: Excuse me?
Mike C: I'm sorry...I mistook you for that other glorified hooker Betty Lee, or whatever she's called, and suggested you were involved with JD Screw. I should have known better, you don't look like you spend all your time advertising yourself in call-boxes so you can't be involved with JD Screw...
Jewel: Well, thank you I gue...
Mike C cuts off Jewel before she can finish and points at the microphone. Jewel pauses before handing Mike C the mic. Mike C smirks before gesturing for her to move out of shot, which she obliges to do.
Mike C: ...Nakita...Korchenko...you must be the one man left who doesn't know that I am CLASSY...MIKE...C...and I am not a very nice man! And you know something else? I am not very happy. You see, Spring Stampede this Sunday I was looking forward to six men squaring off, battling over one of the most prestigious titles in professional wrestling today. Instead, it's going to be five men and one coward who tries to gain the upper hand before the match...Nakita, I am not happy.
Mike C walks forward and narrowly avoids getting run over by a passing ambulance. Mike C ignores this and parks himself down on a bench in the parking lot.
Mike C: Nakita, you have not insulted me. But you have insulted this industry massively. Guys like you, guys who attack people from behind in alleyways or spray things into their eyes deserve the worst to happen to them. And Nakita, I promise you I will ensure that the worst will happen to you as Spring Stampede. Before this whole "attack boys from behind" period all I knew about you was that you'd gone into hiding in Moscow. I presumed that you'd jumped inside a Russian doll for hiding. But no, you were there learning how to be a b***ard...
Mike C: I respect b***ards, I do. What I don't respect is snivelly little sods who can't fight face to face. You're just as bad as that Solomon Tyson. Solly, you can talk crap all you like for your brother but until he comes out and says it himself I don't care. "Crappy Mike C"? "Butt Buddies" with Pappy Woods? Can I just say I'm sick of people ripping Pappy Woods. Not because I give a damn about Pappy Woods, but because every time I hear one of you schmucks...whether it's Solomon Tyson or AJ Johnson or whoever...every time I hear one of you treat him like dirt, I know you're just trying to be me. Solomon, you're a wit on the same level as AJ Johnson and his ridiculous, anti-Mike C t-shirt, but until I hear from your pathetic brother I just don't give a crap.
Mike C smirks and looks down at the ground before staring into the camera.
Mike C: Right. Enough. Nakita Korchenko. Ezekial, and his clearly biological brother Solomon, Tyson. Ric Blanchard, Eddy Charles, Deathstroke...I am tired of all this nonsense. I like fighting, I like wrestling, I like winning. I do not care if you come out here and trash talk or throw rubbish bins at me. I do not care if you're some balding old timer or some playboy wannabe. I am not relinquishing the GWA International Championship to you chumps, and I am not going to go easy. Do what you want, say what you want, but you will end up liking it or lumping it...
The camera fades to black.
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Post by Ezekiel Tyson on Apr 1, 2011 14:14:47 GMT -5
*Ezekiel Tyson is sitting in his locker room with a doctor who is looking at his injuries he sustained to his chest and to his head because of the recent attacks of the returning Nakita Korchenko when Andre Bling walks in with a cameraman*
Ezekiel: What do you want? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something.
Andre: Yeah, but I was just wondering if I could get your view of the return of Nakita Korchenko and your opinion of your other opponents at Spring Stampede.
Ezekiel: Fine.
Andre: Thanks, now Ezekiel what do you think of Nakita Korchenko returning and his new, more aggressive attitude?
Ezekiel: What do I think of it? I think that yes it's new but more aggressive, he's not that much more aggressive, stupid very, aggressive not much.
Andre: Ok, and do you thnk it was wise of Nakita to attack all of his opponents before Spring Stampede?
Ezekiel: Well let me explain it to you this way, there's a fine lne between bravery and stupidity, when Nakita attacked a couple of people he crossed the line of bravery, but when he attacked all of us he crossed the line of stupidity by a long way. He made one of the biggest mistakes of his fricking life by attacking me because at Spring Stampede, when he is battered, bruised and blooded, he will look into the eyes of Ezekiel Tyson, and I will see fear in those eyes of his, then I will break his god damn f***ing neck and end his career yet again.
Andre: Also, what do you think of your other opponents?
Ezekiel: What do I think of them? Lets start off with 'Playboy' Eddy Charles. I have to agree with Mike C here and say what in the hell was Eddy Charles thinking in becoming a playboy, and who in the hell are his boyfriends, 'Heart throb' Eric Adams and 'Super Stud' Paul Blair. These guys are a bunch of gay individuals who love nothing more than to please each other every night. Anyway, moving on to Ric Blanchard, now I've only got one thing to say to you Ric, Jesus Christ get a fricking haircut, you look like a bloody hippie. Ah, Deathstroke, the hall of famer who nobody really gives a s*** about. He is also so bad mouthed that they probably will need to create more swear words because he will have used all the other ones up soon. And finally the champion, 'Crappy' Mike C. Now he has nsulted me and my brother, Solomon by saying that he is a snivelling little sod and that I am pathetic, he also said, like everyone one else, that Solomon and I are not in fact related, well let me tell the world that me and Solomon are completely, absolutely, 100% related and as Solomon said, at Spring Stampede we will show you all that we are related by winning both of our matches, now Andre, get the f*** out of my locker room.
*Scene fades to black*
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