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Jan 27, 13 at 10:18am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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*Edges music hits and the crowd stand up off their seats and cheer and applaud him as he walks down the ramp, stopping a quater of the way to do his signature taunt which sets off the fireworks. He then continues to walk down the ramp and around the ring to get a microphone. Once he recieves one he tosses it in the ring then lifts the ring apron up and pulls out a steel chair and tosses that in the ring too. Edge then slides in, Sets the chair up, grabs the mic then sits on the chair. He raises his mouth ready to speak*
Edge: Ahhh. So relaxing. you know. you guys are all lucky you get to sit down and watch. We put our heart and Soul into every match.... Except for one person. Antonio Cesaro. He claims he can.save the US but really, all he can do is pretend he is better than the USA. i'm not American but i'm damn well close to it. I'm canadian... we are right next to America so it makes me American too right? Haha. but Antonio... you went on and on about warning everyone and claiming your not meant to be versing me. That you should be in the title match... Well your not. Why? because your not championship material. I've been wrestling for more than a decade and i can say that your talent... is much different from mine. I'm a former WWE champion... Former World Heavyweight champion. Hell, i've won about every title in WWE! And what about you? You've won the United States championship, a country which you don't care about... Oh and you won a title today... Worlds Biggest Bitch. I've taken you out countless times... and today will be my last. Because tonight is my last Match here in TCW... after tonight i'm leaving. You see back when i was in WWE i had to leave due to injury but when i returned here i knew it wasn't for long. But its been a heck of a ride. So my.final match here will be me defeating Antonio Cesaro... The newly crowned Worlds Biggest Bitch. So i want to thank.you all. And wish everyone in TCW good luck.
*Edges music plays as he exits the ring with cheers from the fans but most are in shock from the announcement. The camera then fades on to the next Segment*
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Evolution Just Passed You By!
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Jan 27, 13 at 10:59am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
(ooc: Note, the following takes place directly prior to the Battle Royal.)
"Well since Rock's baby left him…He found a new place to Dwell…"
Cole: Welcome back to TCW: Desolation! Fans, we cannot stress this to you enough, we at TCW pride ourselves on bringing you the absolute best in Wrestling and Sports Entertainment. It feels so good to be back tonight after that long month off.
Tazz: Man, you said it Cole. I thought we were never gonna come back during that break.
Booker: I know what ya sayin, just listen to these fans. They are so happy to be here at TCW, tonight!
Cole: Well I think everyone is excited to be back, and later on tonight, we'll bring you the latest on upcoming TCW live events so you can experience the absolute best in Sports Entertainment for yourself.
Michael Cole , Tazz, and Booker T all face the camera as ravenous fans point and cheer behind them. Each of the commentators are appropriately dressed in the finest black and white tuxedos. Of the three, Cole is the only one not wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. They look sharp, and it says a lot about the class and professionalism of Total Championship Wrestling. Their clean cut attire stands out in contrast to the many fans behind them in beanies and T-shirts of their favorite Wrestlers. As the TCW Cameras focus on them at ringside, they are suddenly interrupted by a dimming of the lights and absolute roar from the crowd.
Over 100,000 fans rise to their feet in a unanimous roar of applause as the iconic theme of the Rock blasts over the powerful loud speaker of Cowboy's Stadium. The stadium, which cost over one and a half billion dollars, spared no expense to provide the best possible atmosphere for events. The electricity in the air generated by the playing of the Great One's theme followed by his appearance at the top of the Entrance Ramp is a testament to that.
Cole: And what a better way to get tonight started than our Battle Royal Match, with a special prize going to the winner! And here comes The Rock! Listen to this ovation!
Tazz: I thought the fans couldn't get any louder when he addressed them earlier, boy was I wrong!
Booker: These fans, absolutely love, the Rock! He is, the people's champion!
Booker continues to babble incoherently as the Rock wastes no time in coming down the ramp. The lights are dimmed to a deep blue as camera bulbs flash throughout the arena. The Great One is dressed in his traditional black boots and trunks; a cut off Black Brahma Bull T-shirt hanging from his massive traps. He looks around at this crowd through his dark aviators as he powerfully ascends the steel stairs before raising his arm at the top.
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is the TCW Battle Royal! Making his way first: from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds…The ROCK!
The cameras pan wide as the Lillian's announces the arrival of the great one. His taunt coincides directly with her words, and the crowd responds with a deafening roar. As the lights continue to sparkle and flash, he continues to taunt at the four corners of the ring. What an ovation for the People's Champion!
Cole: This is incredible! Electric! The people in Dallas are definitely behind the Rock!
Tazz: He's been calling himself the people's champion for a long time, but it never gets any less true!
The lights finally return to normal as the Rock walks over to the side of the ring facing the announce table. He reaches for a microphone from Lillian as a deafening "Rocky" chant fills the massive domed arena. The Rock acknowledges it and lets it build all the way up, raising an eyebrow and receiving a massive pop. After letting it die, he raises the microphone to his lips as the cameras zoom in.
Rock: Earlier tonight, the Rock already announced his return to Dallas. Seeing as the people of Dallas and the MILLIONS!
Crowd: AND MILLIONS!
The Rock lowered his head and raised his voice as he said his famous line, and as the crowd responded appropriately, he stood back upright.
Rock:…Of Rocks fans have already become reacquainted, the Rock is going to get right down to business. You see the Rock's been waiting for tonight for a long time. AND THE ROCK MEANS…a long time. Because you see tonight is the night, that the Brahma Bull, The People's Champion, THE MOST ELECTIFYING MAN IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT TODAY, comes back to whoop that Candy Ass the only way he can!
The Rock becomes incredibly animated when he speaks, using his body to accentuate his words. As his voice raises and dips, so does his body language, and the crowd eats it up. He returns to his upright, calm and collected expression every time he pauses to let them react. He is in complete control.
Rock: And as The Rock was in the back; listening to other Jabronis come out here and run their mouth about winning the match, and go on and on and on about winning the TCW Title, The Rock wanted to come out here before he started kicking ass and deliver a message to each one of you ROOODY POO-
Crowd: CANDY ASS-
Rock: –ES!
The Rock pauses again so this capacity crowd can erupt. This time, before the Great One can continue, they all in unison began to chant his name with a huge "Rocky" chant, again. The Rock raises his head and closes his eyes behind the shades and soaks it in, before continuing on.
Rock: You see the Rock heard guys like Heath Slater, talk about how he was going to come out here and "Rock" this crowd. The Rock heard from a Jabroni who only calls himself "El Generico" talk about how this was the biggest match of his life. On and on, you run your mouth. You know what the Rock did? The Rock, after listening for about 5 seconds, decided to do the same thing as the people did: and that's go in the back and take a leak because THESE GUYS, SUCK!
The People's Champion raises his head, with both hands on the mic. as he shouts his words. This crowd responds with a huge cheer as he returns to normal, his eyes and mouth as calmly intense as ever. Booker and Tazz can't help but chuckle into the microphone as the Great One puts down his opponents.
Cole: The Rock's certainly never been one to mince words.
Rock: Yet despite knowing that fact, Heath Slater. You, Daniel Bryan, that blonde haired Jabroni Dolph Ziggler, you all insist on running your mouth about becoming TCW Champion, and then have the gall to come down here and go ONE. ON ONE. WITH THE GREAT ONE? The Rock says that each one of you delusional Jabronis can KNOW YOUR ROLE-
Crowd: AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
The Rock pauses swiftly this time, allowing only a brief yet loud cheer before continuing.
Rock: So if you Roody Poos are in the mood for the Rock to whoop your asses like only he can, then come on down! The Rock will do to you what he does best. And that is take your monkey asses straight down Know Your Role Boulevard! Straight to the Corner of Jabroni Drive! Sit you all down at the Candy Ass Cafe, and then? The Rock will then, Heath Slater, Daniel Bryan, Dolph Ziggler, The Rock will then proceed to check each of your Monkey Asses directly into THE SMACKDOWN! HOTEL!
This classic promo by the Rock has raised the atmosphere in Dallas's suburb of Arlington to a new height. A huge "Rocky" chant builds up again as he looks around the arena. He is fired up and ready to go. If there was ever a doubt as if the Rock was still the People's champion, this moment firmly erased it.
Rock: And The Rock says that if any of you Jabronis actually think that you can walk down the People's Ramp, and step inside the People's Ring and prove the Rock Wrong? Well the Rock says this:…Just…Bring it!
The Rock then takes off his sunglasses and his shirt and throw them in opposite directions toward the crowd; two lucky fans getting free souvenirs courtesy of the Great One. He then steps back into his corner and awaits the entrance of his other opponents. This match, will be incredible.
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Jan 27, 13 at 11:22am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wade Barrett
Finishing Moves:
Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l Bullhammer (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash)
"Seek the truth not through others, but through yourself."
Here he was. The time to achieve the first true great victory, to start the turning point of the war was here. And here....he was alone. Desolation. Deserted. Abandoned. That was truly how he was right now.
In the past, he had footsoldiers, he had allies, and he had those who he actually considered friends. From the Nexus as a personal army, to the Corre who had considered themselves, allies, to even recently.....CM Punk, Dean Ambrose, Randy Orton....they honestly could've considered themselves friends. Or Wade deluded himself into thinking they could. And here we are now, and where are they to be seen? Dean was off doing something on his own, who knows. Punk seems to have vanished after one more loss. And Orton? He hadn't seen Orton doing much at all. He was alone once again.
Being on his own was peaceful. He didn't have to worry about someone else making mistakes or dragging his name through the mud by association. However....there was always that something that made him want some form of company. Maybe just part of being human. But somehow, through all this....it had helped him.
He was at his best the times he had been alone. That was when the Barrett Barrage had truly started. And through the Barrett Barrage, through the times of abandonment, he had truly gotten the clear views of reality. The Barrett Barrage had started as only an attempt to win countless titles and attain glory, but the things he had experienced throughout it all....those have now shaped it. The titles, the glory, all of those are merely tools to the greater goal.
The abandonment meant he could never rely on anyone else. He had to be the one to do it on his own. Trust in others meant betraying yourself to their lies. This is something that he can't let himself do ever again. There was no way to find the answer through others. The only way he would find the answers, find the paths he desired to walk upon, is by his own work. He was the leader of this crusade of truth, and that was by his own experiences, by the events that had befallen him. He did not need others. He would rely on his own path, that which he used to shed away the lies, that which he used to attain the pinnacle. No backing aid like Brian Kendrick, no aid of the fans like Derrick Bateman. Just himself, and only himself. That was all he could trust....and that was all he needed.
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Jan 27, 13 at 12:26pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Brian Kendrick
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The scene opens on a brightly lit parking lot, expensive and exclusive vehicles lining each wall of the space. This can mean only one thing. It isn't just any parking lot, but the underground parking lot at Cowboys Stadium in Dallas, home to the highly paid and world-famous roster of TCW as they roll into town for their latest Pay Per View offering - Desolation. A few dozen vans wait by the back entrance of the Stadium, hoping desperately to catch a glimpse of one of their favorite Superstars arriving for the event, or even somebody going for a quick stroll to clear their mind. So far, the haul has been fairly barren, and those who have arrived at the Stadium via this entrance have been far too busy concentrating on their nights work to stop and make idle chatter with the fans (despite the fact they pay their wages by attending events such as this.) This could all be about to change though, as the sound of screeching tyres begins to resonate around the hollow space inside the concrete structure, and the fans begin to foam at the mouth in anticipation of who could be making their presence known soon. The noise gets louder and louder, and eventually a shining, silver mercedes screams into the parking lot, before speeding directly ahead and coming to a perfect halt inside a parking space quite clearly marked 'VIP'. The crowd cheer, in spite of not knowing who is inside the car, thrilled at knowing a VIP is in their presence regardless. Their love soon turns to distaste however, as the driver door swings open and none-other-than Paul Heyman steps out of the car, staring at the group completely emotionless. He opens up the passenger door in the back as he moves around the car and Ryback steps out, looking more than a little bit weird in a nice Armani suit. Finally, he opens the passenger door in the front, and one of the Number One Contenders for the TCW Championship steps out... The Brian Kendrick. As Ryback takes the bags out of the trunk, Kendrick glances across at the gathered fans and smirks before whispering something quietly to Heyman, who chuckles in reply. With a beep, the car locks, and the trio begin making their way through the space, approaching the door with a complete lack of interest in the hostile reaction being aimed their way. Ryback moves first and stands in front of the crowd, and Kendrick is ushered past by Heyman, arrogantly covering his face with his jacket to prevent himself from being blinded by the onslaught of flashbulbs. Once safely inside the building, the small athlete lets out a sigh, before shaking his head in frustration.
He's unable to finish his sentence as the door a few meters behind them is forced open again, and the exact person he was about to refer to backs into the corridor, a pen in one hand, signing as many autographs as he can, the other hand punching the air to the sound of 'BATEMAN' chants from the gathered masses. He backs into the corridor further and the door is closed behind him. Letting out a chuckle, he turns around to see The Union stood opposite him. Immediately, Kendrick's gaze is fixated on the glistening TCW Championship that rests on his shoulder, and the cocky superstar's knees almost buckle at being so close to something that he could finally be in possession of by the end of the night. With a chuckle, Bateman takes a few steps closer, before stopping in his tracks as Ryback takes a step towards him, stopping him from approaching Kendrick.
The Brian Kendrick: Shut your damn mouth! It might be yours right now, but I can guaren-damn-tee you that by the end of this night, I will have beaten you, and I will be the TCW Champion. There's nothing you can do to fight that, I'm better than you, and the only reason you beat me last month is because the whole world and his dog got in my way, in a fair, one on one match, we both know what the result would have been.
Bateman smirks, before looking from side to side in faux disbelief. He looks at Heyman, and then Ryback, before looking back at Kendrick, peering directly into the eyes of one of his two opponents this evening.
Kendrick scowls at Bateman as he brushes past, and one last time he steals a quick glance at the Championship title that he so strongly desires. Heyman, sensing his frustration, rests his hand on the shoulder of his client, gently squeezing in order to try and get Kendrick to take a breather and concentrate on his match, rather than being psyched out by meaningless banter in the backstage area. After a few moments and a deep sigh or two, Bateman disappears out of sight, and Kendrick turns back to face Heyman.
Paul Heyman: Look, I know you're pissed at all of this, but the last thing you wanna do right now is let him get inside of your head. I know he has this way of messing with people, but you're better than that. Don't let the fact he showed up at the eleventh hour get to you, you could easily have beaten him a month ago if it wasn't for the McMahon's, and you can beat him easily tonight, so long as you keep your head in the right place. You're the best damn wrestler in this company, in this industry even. Mind games shouldn't work on you, and dammit they won't work on you. Keep your eye on the prize at all times, and don't forget what you're fighting for tonight. The one thing you've wanted since the day you signed that contract, since the day you signed up to work with me. All we gotta do tonight to win, is-
Heyman is interrupted by the sound of the door behind him opening once again, and yet another TCW Superstar steps inside having had a wonderful time interacting with the crowd. Kendrick rolls his eyes, before shaking his head.
With that, the three men slowly begin making their way through the corridor and the camera fades to black on the image of Kendrick muttering something to himself about the TCW Champion.
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We Got Trouble
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since: Feb 2006
Jan 27, 13 at 1:29pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The One Man Band
Heath Slater
Heath Slater is in one of the many locker rooms at Cowboys Stadium. He is preparing for the upcoming battle royal match which he will be a part of. He is humming his favourite tune while applying his wrist bands. The one man southern rock band is interrupted by a knock on the door. Slater stands up and eagerly opens the door to reveal a thin man in a black shirt. He is not a member of the TCW roster or staff. Slater's eye focus on the large package that the man is carrying on a trolley. The man is clearly delivering this large package to Slater.
Slater snorts when the delivery man pronounces Slater's name as 'Slat-ter'. He looks over at the package, wondering what could possibly be inside it. He stops for a moment and considers that it might be one of the battle royal participants playing a trick on him. After a moment's consideration, he decides that he's just being paranoid. He looks back at the delivery man and forces himself to smile.
Delivery Man: Whatever. Just sign here and it's yours.
The delivery man's words have such apathy in them that Slater is offended. The delivery man views Slater as some arrogant punk who thinks the world of himself but will never amount to anything. He hands Slater a clipboard with a form and a pen on it. Slater picks up the pen and signs his name, spelling it aloud as he does so.
The delivery man sighs and leaves, wheeling the now empty trolley behind him. Slater drags the package into the middle of the room and closes the door behind him. He walks in a circle around the package, trying to figure out what might be inside. He is remarkably similar to a young child shaking the boxes in an attempt to find out what his Christmas presents are on Christmas Eve. Slater notices a label on the package and he warmly smiles once he finds out who the sender is.
He then excitedly rips the package open, tearing off a layer of duct tape. He opens the box and takes out all the bubble wrap that is covering the package's contents.
Slater pulls the gift out of the box and turns to show it off to the camera. It is an electric guitar. Slater, still convinced that he is the next Elvis Presley, squeals in delight. It is the perfect present for him.
An excited Heath Slater flails his arm across the guitar, miming the actions of a guitarist and certainly exaggerating them. However, Slater's hand is not actually touching the guitar. He obviously views the musical instrument as a big toy.
Heath Slater is about to sit down, when he remembers that he is forgetting something. There is something he wants to say and while he is live on air, he might as well go ahead and say it now.
Heath Slater blows a kiss towards the camera as the picture fades to the next segment.
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Jan 27, 13 at 2:36pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Brian Kendrick
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It seems as though we have just joined The Union in their locker room in the middle of a somewhat heated discussion. As the shot opens, we can see Kendrick standing in the middle of the ring, pacing up and down from time to time, with Heyman sitting at a desk in the corner, his hand slowly rubbing his forehead thoughtfully. Kendrick is clearly incensed, and though we can get the gist of why from the small amount of the conversation we heard, what exactly has been said previously is something of a mystery at this point. Ryback sits alone in another corner, his eyes closed, not really paying much attention to what is going on at all. He knows his duty tonight, and all he is planning to do is carry it out. He does as he's told.
The conversation is interrupted by a firm knock at the door, and Heyman lets out a sigh of frustration before rolling his eyes and shouting for the person to enter. All three men quickly stiffen up as the spot the person walking in, and that person is none other than the TCW Chairman, Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Kendrick scowls, staring pure venom in the direction of the boss that he holds personally responsible for preventing him from capturing the Championship last month. McMahon smiles as he walks into the locker room, knowing that his presence will have come as a surprise to The Union, given they assumed their dealings with the Chairman were all but finished. McMahon struts across the room and plants himself on the edge of the table beside Heyman, looking down at the balding agent with a smile, though his smile is not reciprocated. There is an awkward silence for a few moments as each party awaits the other one beginning the conversation, and Heyman will be damned if he starts it off, he didn't choose to interrupt someones important conversation. McMahon clears his throat, before looking across at Kendrick, then back down at Heyman.
Finally, a smile emerges on the face of The Brian Kendrick, who strolls over to McMahon and shakes his hand, much to the surprise of the Chairman, who unbeknownst to Kendrick isn't quite finished yet. Heyman and Kendrick both continue to thank the Chairman, who eventually has to pull his hand away from the pair and step away from the desk, giving himself a little bit of breathing space away from The Union.
Kendrick's face crumples in anger at McMahon, who clearly chose to leave that interesting stipulation to the last moment, although really they should have seen it coming. Kendrick tries to control his breathing, inhaling and exhaling deeply, for a few seconds at a time. McMahon simply watches both Kendrick and Heyman, waiting for some kind of reaction, and he doesn't have to wait for too long as the first person to give a response is the Number One Contender himself.
McMahon scowls at Kendrick, somewhat taken aback by his outburst, but after a few moments, he lets a slight chuckle erupt from within his lips. He looks at Heyman, who seems to imply he knows nothing of what Kendrick just said, before returning his gaze to the eye of the cocky young star. He pats him on the shoulder twice, with a smirk.
With that, McMahon about turns and struts out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him with a chuckle. Kendrick just stares a hole through the door, before taking a few steps backwards and sinking into one of the plush sofas paid for by the company that hates him so. He looks over at Ryback, before looking over at Heyman and shrugging his shoulders.
With that, the camera once again fades to black on the image of The Brian Kendrick's face.
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Jan 27, 13 at 3:53pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wade Barrett
Finishing Moves:
Winds of Change (Spinning Side Slam) l Wasteland (Forwards Fireman's Carry Slam) l Bullhammer (Arm wrench transitioned into a short-arm forearm smash)
The crowd were ready to see their hero, Derrick Bateman still as TCW Heavyweight Champion. But would it happen? Really, would it? He's distracted, easily distracted, by the thought in the back of his head of Brian Kendrick. And Brian Kendrick? Stuck in his attempt to prove Derrick Bateman and Vince McMahon wrong. Each one had earned his respect....but each one still held no reason for Wade to be fearful.
He was in the prime point of his career. Whether he won or lost tonight, he solidifies his spot within the forefront of this company and that was something he needed to do. In order for the Barrett Barrage to truly be a success, people needed to listen to him. For them to listen to him, he would have to be able to be featured to them....and that was the reason he desired that title. No longer glory, no longer fame, sure the money was nice, and extra cash in the bank was always useful, but it was that point, where he would be the champion, and be in the main event slot.....that was what Wade needed to happen.
The Barrett Barrage....it would be a success, and tonight was the turning battle. The wall would come down and Wade knew he would begin to sweep in through. His message would be truly heard. Not words going in one ear and out the other because they would rather see John Cena, no. The message would ring throughout their minds and resonate an understanding. The fans would boo him, they would despise him every step of the way, but it would be really what needs to happen. Derrick Bateman and Brian Kendrick, their reasons for desiring to be champion were false. Bateman for the fans who would turn on him the moment they become bored of him, like they do all the time. Kendrick stuck in his pursuit to try and prove to the world that Vince McMahon can be wrong, despite it already having been done. They deserved their places....but not the forefront.
And now, Vince McMahon, trying to manipulate into his own satisfactory goals, as he always has done, threw his own influence into the match. Did Barrett blame him for it? No. Wade didn't agree with everything Vincent Kennedy McMahon did, but he did not blame him for it. Vince, at the end of the day, was running a business, and he had to do what he considered best for his company. Wade enjoyed making money and knew how to, and Vince was trying to lock in his bets for who would make him the most money. But Vince always was hard of listening.....stuck in his own thought process rather than accepting some points of reality. The nWo interfering on Wade's behalf? Bah, ludicrous. The nWo was gone, dead, buried in the dust and dirt that they had attempted to dig it up from.
Wade had finally realized they should've let it stay dead and buried. The idea always was remembered, but a resurrection of it was always a failure. And again, this time, it had failed. Punk tried to be a resounding leader, and he no doubt would have been....but where was he now? Dean had cut off contact with the whole world. Orton was nothing more than a faded afterthought to Wade. And Kevin Nash, the man who they had "convinced", implying that Nash needed convinced to do anything that might keep him in the spotlight, was gone. Fired, ripped from this job, and his last appearance was being beaten by a masked man who was more of a joke than Sin Cara. The nWo was gone. Wade was alone in this match, before and after Vince's decision to prevent all interference.
He was fine with being alone. He could trust no one. If the nWo was still attempting to stay alive, still had some form of a pulse, they would just as quickly stab him in the back the moment he won the title, out of their pursuits for fame and glory, ignoring the reason they had attempted to come together. Or they would just screw him over tonight out of jealousy and remove him from the match with prior interference. No, alone, he only had one person to trust, and there was only one person he truly could trust. No relying on other people when all they do would mask their true intentions with lies, leaving Wade once again in a desolate wasteland of hatred. "Mind what people do, not only what they say, for deeds will betray a lie." Their actions would show their intentions, not what they say.
Wade glanced at the clock, his knuckles bare, the hardened bone visible. It was nearly time. Victory or loss, Wade was closer than he had ever been, and still would be. That was all he needed. Let Kendrick trust in Heyman, let Bateman trust in the fans, let all the other fools on the roster trust their "friends" to have their back. Wade didn't need the trust of anyone else. Wade didn't even need trust at all. He was alone. Alone in this fight, alone in every battle, and truly alone in this war. That was how he liked it.
The Barrett Barrage was no longer a crusade to be honest.....it was vindication. It was a journey, it was an epiphany. It was Wade's reason for living. Slightly obsessive, yes....but it just felt natural. Wade cracked his neck. It was time to see who truly wanted to fulfill their goal more. Wade's goal was more righteous in the end, but righteousness didn't matter in this world. Deceit and power seemed to be all that did. Barrett grunted. The latter would be fine with him as he stamped out the former. He rose from the chair, his footsteps echoing throughout the locker room as the door was swung open. In this twisted battleground, there would be only one man at the top. Only time would tell....
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|Smell The Chiken
Jan 27, 13 at 9:05pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much
And I don't give a damn anyway
You always seem to be stepping in shit
And all you really do is complain
It's your lie, tell it how you like
Small minds tend to think alike
Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much
And I don't give a *bleep* anyway
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go
Cut the crap 'cause you're screaming in my ear
And you're taking up all of the space
You're really testing my patience again
And I'd rather get punched in the face
You're getting on my every last nerve
Everything you've said I've already heard
I'm sick to death of your every last breath
And I don't give a *bleep* anyway
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go
Gotta let me go, gotta let it go
Always *bleep* *bleep*in' with my head now..
Always *bleep* *bleep*in' with my head now..
Always *bleep* *bleep*in' with my head now..
Always *bleep*ing with my head and I gotta let it go!
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Fireworks ignite as the camera pans across the packed arena. Thousands of fans from around the world have come to Arlington, Texas tonight to watch one of the greatest events in sports entertainment. Hardcore fans proudly show off their vintage shirts and younger, more casual fans hold up their signs saluting their favorite face wrestler. A large dose of excitement hangs in the air and everyone in the building is soaking it up.
Booker T: That's right Cole. Tonight, a triple-threat match will determine the TCW World Heavyweight Championship. The unprecedented match will feature Wade Barret, The Brian Kendrick, and the reigning champ Derrick Bateman.
Tazz: And that's not all. We also have a match between Santino Marella and Mr. Kennedy for the Television Championship.
Michael Cole: And I think it's safe to say that at least some of these wrestlers mentioned are in your Fav Five, Booker T?
Booker T: You bet. And we will start tonight's festivities with an Over-The-Top-Rope Battle Royal. Whatever that special prize is, every wrestler in this match will be fighting tooth and nail for it.
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Battle Royal
The combatants all knew what was on the line if they weren't impressive. They knew that if they didn't prove just why they were there, then they wouldn't be there tomorrow. Paul Burchill and Tyler Black went to work on John Cena, as the rest of the men picked an opponent to square off against. The two Ministry members were holding Cena to the ground, picking him apart. There was little hesitation in between blows, and there seemed to be no method to the beating he was being dealt. Randy Orton had Heath Slater backed into a corner, throwing left after right to his lightly colored head. Across the ring, Bray Wyatt was beating Robert Roode into the mat, and he called on DiBiase and Tyson Kidd to lift him over the top rope. The two minions of the Congregation walked over to their leader and suddenly, Tyson Kidd hit him with a massive enziguri! And DiBiase tossed Bray Wyatt over the top rope! They had turned on their leader! *Bray Wyatt has been eliminated.* Ted DiBiase and Tyson Kidd looked down at their leader from inside the ring, before climbing over the ropes themselves, and heading to the back together, leaving the TCW crowd in awe. *Tyson Kidd and Ted Dibiase have been eliminated.* The Rock was making his presence felt in this huge battle royal. He had been facing off against Dolph Ziggler, before he eventually turned his attention to Paul Burchill and Tyler Black and their assault on John Cena. The Rock laid the Smackdown on the two ex-Ministry men! He threw punches in his signature style, and punched Paul Burchill right out of the ring! *Paul Burchill has been eliminated!* Then, he hit Black with a spinebuster, and went for the People's Elbow! But as he was rebounding, John Cena suddenly arrived and hit his own Five Knuckle Shuffle on the downed Black! The Rock stopped running and looked fiercely at Cena, before giving him a Rock Bottom! Across the ring, Daniel Bryan worked his way into Randy Orton's assault of Heath Slater, and the Viper casually turned away from the action, rather than fight along-side Bryan. Bryan would have none of it. As Orton was walking away, Bryan chased him and tossed him out of the ring! *Randy Orton has been eliminated!* Dolph Ziggler had Robert Roode in a sleeperhold. He had the larger man to the ground, as he had been dominating for a while. Finally, Roode was out cold, and he tried to lift him up, and as he got him on the ropes to toss him out, Roode started fighting back! And he had Ziggler on the apron! The two men were fighting on the apron, in danger of being tossed out of the ring, before Big E. Langston made his way over and pulled Roode to the ground! *Robert Roode has been eliminated!* And Heath Slater ran and pushed Ziggler from the apron! Another elimination… NO! Big E. caught Ziggler and tossed him back into the ring! The Rock had Tyler Black on the ropes now, trying to eliminate him, and Daniel Bryan approached and tried helping. When The Rock, like Orton, tried leaving, Daniel Bryan was upsetted, and attempted to surprise-eliminate the Rock… But he was caught by a Rock Bottom! Then, The Rock went back to Tyler Black and tossed him over the ropes! *Tyler Black has been eliminated!* Dolph Ziggler was in a heated battle on right near the ropes with Heath Slater again. Big E. Langston was waiting on the outside, waiting to save Dolph Ziggler if he needed it… And he soon did need it! Heath Slater, again, cast Ziggler out of the ring, only to be caught by Langston again! But, suddenly, the man known as El Generico shot from under the ring and drop kicked Langston! This sent him toppling down, as well as Ziggler, whose feet unceremoniously hit the floor! El Generico was in fact in the match, and he only just now made his presence known to eliminate Ziggler! *Dolph Ziggler has been eliminated!* Generico got into the ring now, ready for the match to continue. Bryan soon leaped to the challenge of the fresh El Generico, and the two locked up in a technical matchup. The Rock and Heath Slater were both to their feet, and they approached each other. The Rock vs. The Rocker! The two of them lit each other up with punches back and forth! But, true to the Rock's style, he came out on top delivering a strong punch, raising his hand to the air behind him, and following through with a fierce punch to knock Slater to his back! But Cena was quickly back in the action! He lifted the distracted Rock to his shoulders! Attitude Adjustment! He hits it! Cena begins slowly lifting the Rock to his feet, and he lays him on the ropes. He's looking to make an elimination! He lifts his legs up, but Heath Slater delivers a strong kick to Cena's calf! Then he yells out, "If anyone is gonna eliminate the Rock, it's gonna be me!" Cena whips around, eyeing Slater, before lifting Slater up for the Attitude Adjustment! But Slater slides from his shoulders! And he pushes Cena over the ropes! *John Cena has been eliminated!* Slater looks no short of impressed with himself that he managed to eliminate John Cena himself! He begins celebrating by playing air guitar, before turning to face the Rock! Before they can do anything, El Generico lunges from the top rope and delivers an elbow to the Rock's chest to the delight of the fans of hang time! Daniel Bryan, not to be outdone, lunges at Heath Slater, but is tossed out of the ring for his troubles! *Daniel Bryan has been eliminated!* Then, Slater runs at Generico, and the two wrap up in a battle of strength! Generico pushed Slater back to the ropes, and pushes as hard as he can, Slater leaning on the ropes! Slater's legs are almost vertical, as he fights to stay in the ring! And the Rock grabs Slater's legs and pulls him back down! The Rock saved Slater! He punched Generico to the ground, before clotheslining Slater out of the ring! *Heath Slater has been eliminated!* As the Rock taunts out at Slater, El Generico runs at the Great One from behind and lifts him over the ropes! He stumbles away from the Rock, holding his arms above his head in victory! But no! The Rock is still hanging on the ropes! And he skins-the-cat! The Rock is still in it! He walks to El Generico and as the MexiCanadian spun around, The Rock hits a huge Spinebuster! And Generico is in the middle of the ring! The Rock stands over his head, and tosses his elbow pad into the crowd! And he sprints to the ropes and rebounds and hits the other half of the ring, before laying the People's Elbow into the chest of El Generico! Then, he lifts Generico up and tosses him over the ropes! The Rock picks up the win!
Booker T: With that definitive win, The Rock gets a spot in my Fav Five. Maybe even My Fav Two.
Michael Cole: I swear to God. At least half the roster must be in your Fav Five.
Tazz: Do you two have to argue about this every single...
Say it to my face!
The crowd exploded as Alex Riley's theme music kicked in. Alex Riley stepped onto the stage, and it was known that he meant business. This had been his second time coming down to the ring, which meant that this was the time he would call out Ric Flair's assailant. He was dressed in black sports pants and a black cut-off, ready for action. His brow was deeply creased, his face twisted into a scowl. He had worked himself up in the back, and he was ready to unleash Hell here tonight. Alex Riley grabbed a chair from ringside, and climbed into the ring. He opened the chair into sitting position, and took a seat. He pulled the microphone to his lips, and began to yell which likely frightened children.
Alex Riley: "Alright, you sonofabitch, I'm ready for you! Get your ass in this ring right now!"
Not a person stirred in the entire audience, the anticipation building. Everyone knew, that whoever showed his face next, would receive one hell of a beating. Suddenly, a loud "Woo!" was played over the loudspeakers! Ric Flair's music began playing, and it appeared that he would be making his presence felt. But as Ric Flair's cinematic music played on, it became evident that Ric Flair wasn't actually coming out. However, in the eruption that followed that initial "Woo!", one man slipped over the barricade and climbed into the ring. The man was dressed a 49ers cap, a red T-Shirt, jeans, and sunglasses, although it was noted that the man looked to have an incredibly built physique. Alex Riley must have felt his presence as Ric Flair's music ceased playing, because he slowly turned around. The two men's eyes met each other, and a chilling silence filled the arena. The man pulled his T-Shirt off over his head, and as he did, his sunglasses and hat came off into a heap on the mat with his shirt. Staring into the eyes of Alex Riley, was Ric Flair's assailant. The man who had put Ric Flair into a coma. The man who had tormented Alex Riley for weeks now. The man's name was Cody Rhodes.
Alex Riley lunged across the ring, and landed atop Cody Rhodes, seemingly catching him off guard. Riley began raining blows into the skull of Rhodes, bashing away until Rhodes finally escaped from Riley's weight. Rhodes rolled out of the ring, and stumbled to the barricade, before Alex Riley dove over the top rope and cascaded onto him! The crowd was going nuts! Alex Riley was getting his revenge! Riley lifted Rhodes to his feet, and tossed him hard into the barricade, and went back to punching his skull! Riley was screaming and yelling with each shot he took at Rhodes, tears welling in his eyes. Rhodes lay on the ground, blocking his face as best he could. Riley turned around and tore the padding off the arena floor, leaving nothing but the hard cement. He apparently looked to finish Rhodes off, once and for all. But as he turned to lift Rhodes up, Rhodes was already to his feet! He ran and jumped to the apron, pushing off and delivering a magnificent Beautiful Disaster kick to the skull of Alex Riley! Riley wasn't moving! Rhodes began raining shots of his own on Riley's skull, but Riley was obviously too hurt to defend himself! Soon, Riley was split wide open, and blood poured from his face. Rhodes picked Riley up, standing behind him, and gripped him for the Cross Rhodes! Not on the concrete - OH! Rhodes twisted Riley's body and drove the top of his skull into the cement! Rhodes stepped into the ring, and grabbed the microphone off the ground and held it to his mouth, before simply chuckling into it and dropping it again to grab the chair. Rhodes took the chair out to ringside and he wrapped the chair around Riley's neck! Everyone in the audience saw what was coming and they let their fear be heard. Rhodes seemed to be possessed as he finished closing Riley's neck into the chair. Then, he climbed onto the apron.
When Cody Rhodes leaped off the apron, he did so without hesitation. When he landed his boot fiercely onto the legs of the chair, he did so with conviction. The chair closed on the neck of Riley, likely snapping it! Blood began spurting from the mouth of Alex Riley, as he rolled over to try pushing the chair off of his neck. Rhodes seemed to be finished, as he leapt over the barricade and ran through the audience like the coward he was. Riley was left on the concrete, arena floor, bleeding through his mouth. EMTs and medical professionals rushed out to the ring and after 15 long minutes, they had Riley in the back of an ambulance, being carted off to the nearest hospital. The screen faded to black as many in the audience wiped tears from their eyes due to the brutality they'd just seen.
Tazz: It looks as if Cody Rhodes, posing as a TCW fan, jumped the barricade and attacked Alex Riley. I think Cody Rhodes is the man who attacked Ric Flair as well.
Michael Cole: I'm not quite sure what happened to Alex Riley or what kind of injuries he sustained. We'll let you know when we hear the news. Up next we have a match between bitter rivals, Antonio Cesaro and Edge.
Antonio Cesaro Vs. Edge
This match was for the ultimate bragging rights. For weeks, Edge and Cesaro had been bitter enemies. And now, it was time to end it all. The two tied up in the middle, with Cesaro's superior strength getting the better of Edge. But Edge was well-versed in the game, and he had the move reversed in a matter of seconds. Now, Edge was behind Cesaro, his arm twisted and locked into place. Then he took him down with a Russian legsweep! Edge waited for Cesaro to get back to his feet, and the crowd came alive! Edge was toying with Cesaro! Cesaro came at Edge again, but this time, he got behind the Ultimate Opportunist. He gripped him hard from behind, locking his wrists around Edge's abdomen, before lifting him up and hitting a German Suplex. Cesaro stood over Edge now and slapped him in the head. He lifted him by the hair to his knees, and hit him with a punch to the skull! But Edge fired back a punch of his own! Cesaro raised his knee high into the nose of Edge, which began spouting blood! Cesaro must have broken Edge's nose! He pulled the bloodied head of Edge between his legs, and pulled his arms vertical in order to lift him off the ground for a Tiger-Bomb! Cesaro had Edge's legs locked up for a pin. One-Two… and a kickout. Edge had saved himself for the time being. A poke to the eye, and Edge was free! He made it to his feet, and ran at Cesaro, knocking him to his feet with a hard clothesline! He lifted Cesaro up, and hit him with a few hard shots, before leaping and hitting a huge dropkick! This gave Edge a bit of time to stall and recuperate. He sat down on the ropes, waiting for Cesaro to get up. Edge saw that his blood was running from his nose, and something seemed to snap in the mind of Edge. He wiped his blood from his face, and ran it back through his hair! Cesaro was barely getting to his feet, and Edge positioned himself in the corner! He was looking for a Spear! The crowd chanted for it, and Edge seemed not to be able to maintain himself. He had it here, the win! As Cesaro turned around, Edge lunged across the ring and went for a spear on Cesaro… NO! Cesaro, somehow, miraculously dove to his knees and rammed his bicep upwards into Edge for a massive European Uppercut! He nearly knocked his head clear off! Edge fell to the ground, barely moving, but gripping his surgically repaired neck. The referee climbed in between Cesaro and Edge, and looked the fallen Edge over. Whatever he saw must not have been too good, because he raised his hands in an X over his own neck, and paramedics rushed out. The referee had a word with Lillian Garcia, who announced Antonio Cesaro as the winner.
Tazz: I think you did. Antonio Cesaro may have just ended Edge's career, and this time for good.
Michael Cole: Well, everyone knows the risk whenever a superstar hops in that ring...
Booker T: That sucka was trying to injure Edge. Don't be saying this is some kind of accident.
Tazz: Whatever it was, we can only hope the best for Edge. Our next match is about to begin.
Jeff Hardy Vs. Dean Ambrose
The fans erupt as Jeff Hardy bursts out from behind the entrance screen, his music blaring out from the arena soundsystem. He dances around on the stage, knowing this could be both his first and his last sanctioned match in TCW. He begins making his way down the ramp... When out of nowhere, Dean Ambrose assaults him from behind with a baseball bat! The music stops instantly as Ambrose brings the club down ferociously over the back of Hardy, knocking him straight down to the ground! There's nothing anybody can do as the match hasn't even started yet, and Ambrose knows it! He keeps on bringing the bat down across the head and torso of Hardy, who desperately tries to fight off the assault, but the weaponry in the hands of Ambrose is just too much, and the object is brought down repeatedly onto him. Eventually, Ambrose clearly decides he has inflicted enough punishment and lifts his almost completely lifeless opponent into the ring, and the referee has no choice, as unfair as it is, to the ring the bell and start the match! Hardy lays on the ground, motionless, and Ambrose drops down to his knees and covers... One, Two, Thr- No! Jeff kicks out! Ambrose glares at the referee in fury, and approaches him to complain, but Jeff stumbles to his feet and attempts to fight, but Ambrose sees it coming and ducks a clothesline attempt before grabbing Hardy from behind and locking in a crossface chickenwing! He drops backwards and Hardy has no choice but to tap! The bell rings signaling the end of the match but Ambrose just refuses to let go! Ringside officials try to separate the two but Ambrose just continues to squeeze as tightly as he can, and it soon becomes clear that Hardy is unconscious! After what feels like a lifetime for the fans in attendance, Ambrose releases the hold after some negotiations, and Hardy lies lifeless on the floor, no longer a TCW Superstar...
Michael Cole: It may be too soon, bu I say good riddance. Jeff Hardy has done little for this company, and I think Dean Ambrose may have done all of us and Jeff Hardy a favor in making him terminate his own contract.
Booker T: Man, I don't know what it is about you. Ambrose just viciously attacked Hardy and wouldn't stop until the man quit for good. How is that doing anyone a favor?
Tazz: I don't know either. But let's put all of that aside. Up next is the match for the Television Championship. Will Santino retain, or will Mr. Kennedy fulfill his promise in walking out of Cowboys Stadium a champion?
Santino Marella Vs. Mr. Kennedy
Television Championship
Cobra versus Kennedy, the champ versus the challenger, begins now. The bell rings and the two superstars circle around the ring, Kennedy making gestures with his hands telling Santino to bring it while Santino remains calm. Wanting to throw the first punch figuratively and literally, Kennedy swings and wildly misses the ducking Santino, who grabs Kennedy from behind for a German suplex. Kennedy jumps up immediately and swings again, only to miss and this time receive a knee to the face. Santino whips the stunned Kennedy into the ropes and flips him on his back as he returns. A leg drop later Santino goes for the pin. 1..kick! It is going to be harder than that to retain the TCW Television Championship. Santino grabs Kennedy in a head lock and gets in some quick strikes. Kennedy finally fights back and breaks out of the hold. The two wrestlers lock up and Kennedy gains the advantage. He falls on his back to deliver a nasty DDT. With Santino down, Kennedy kicks and stomps on his opponent's legs to tire them out. Santino kicks Kennedy in the gut to stop the attack and rises up. Before he can recover, Kennedy is picked up by Santino and his tailbone is dropped on his opponent's knee. He falls to the ground wincing in pain as the crowd cheers for the champion. Santino looks around at the crowd and calls for the matches end. He pulls out from inside his outfit the Cobra, but Kennedy gets to his feet quick enough to grab on to it. Santino and Kennedy wrestle for the Cobra before Kennedy overpowers the Italian and tosses it outside the ring. Santino breaks his opponent's grip and chases after it, but Kennedy pulls him back for an inverted suplex. This time Kennedy covers. 1...kick! Kennedy stomps on Santino's arm in frustration as he gets up from the pin, the Texas crowd booing him all the while. Once Santino stands back up, Kennedy whips him into the ropes. Coming back, Santino clotheslines his opponent, bounces off the ropes again, and hits the running bulldog. He turns Kennedy on his stomach and locks in the camel clutch. Santino flips his head back and the crowd cheer as the champion locks in the submission. Kennedy cries out in pain and Santino pulls harder. After trying to crawl to the ropes and finding it futile, Kennedy looks ready to tap. Slowly, he brings himself to his knees and stands up while Santino continues the hold. On his feet, Kennedy falls backwards onto his opponent. Both men lie down in the ring, unable to get to their feet. The referee starts the ten-count as Kennedy uses the ropes to get to his feet. The count is three when Kennedy starts climbing the turnbuckle. At five Santino is still on the ground and Kennedy is in position for the Kenton Bomb. Right as he jumps, Santino rolls out of the ring and Kennedy misses completely, laying himself out in the process. Santino stumbles around, looking for the Cobra tossed out by Kennedy earlier in the match. After a few moments he finds it, puts it on, and locks the Cobra in position. Kennedy pulls himself up using the turnbuckle when Santino dashes under the ropes and into the ring. Kennedy turns around and manages to dodge the Cobra Strike! Santino's momentum causes him to lunge into the turnbuckle. Kennedy lifts Santino's body to the top ropes before placing it on his own shoulders. Standing on the top ropes holding Santino, Kennedy shouts to the crowd, "Dallas Cowboys suck!" Not a sound can be heard in the building except for boos as Kennedy falls forward and hit the Green Bay Plunge! Kennedy turns back and crawls on Santino's sprawled out body for the cover. 1...2...3! A new champion is crowned! Kennedy wins! Kennedy is the new TCW Television Champion! Kennedy allows the ref to lift his arm in victory before climbing the turnbuckles and showing the crowd his new championship title. Maria rushes in from backstage into the ring and the two embrace in the square. They walk out together, Mr. Kennedy proudly holding up his new belt, as the fans hiss and boo at the happy couple.
Michael Cole: And I can't say this could have gone to a better man. Mr. Kennedy told Santino and this Dallas crowd everything he was going to do tonight and nothing could stop him. I see him having a long championship reign.
Booker T: He was good out their tonight, but I don't know if he was good enough to be in my Fav Five.
Michael Cole: You've got to be kidding me! You finally draw the line in who is in your Fav Five, and you leave out one of the most dominating wrestlers on the roster? What is with you?
Tazz: Cole, you need to do only three things from now on. Eat, sleep, and shut the hell up.
Booker T: I couldn't agree more. Up next is the match you've all been waiting for. The Main Event. Who will be crowned the TCW World Heavyweight Champion? Will Derrick Bateman win and stay as champion, or could a new man hold the title? We'll find out right now.
Main Event
Derrick Bateman Vs. The Brian Kendrick Vs. Wade Barret
World Heavyweight Championship
The bell rings and an alliance is quickly made as Kendrick and Barrett team up on the champ. They bring him to the ground and both men repeatedly stomp on Bateman's body. Ending just as quickly as it was started, Barrett throws a stiff elbow into Kendrick's head. Stunned, Kendrick staggers a bit before Barrett picks him up and suplexes him onto Bateman. At least, he would have if Bateman did not dodge the falling body. Barrett turns around and is met by a clothesline from the champ. The crowd chants 'DERRICK BATEMAN' while the TCW World Heavyweight Champion is the only man standing on his feet in the ring. He raises his right fist into the air and the chants only get louder. Bateman picks Barrett up and throws him into the ropes. Barrett clutches on to them, just as the champ had planned on. Bateman rushes over to Barrett and delivers some tough strikes to the head of the former bare-knuckle boxer. With a clothesline that Mick Foley would have loved, both Bateman and Barrett fall outside the ring near the announcers' table. Bateman drags Barrett by his hair and helps him to his feet before whipping his opponent over the steel steps. Barrett flips onto his back while Bateman stares down at his work. Inside the ring, Kendrick is back up and has even climbed the corner turnbuckle. Bateman glances up and finds his other opponent staring at him, smiling at him, before he dives at the champ to deliver a suicidal tornado DDT! The Brian Kendrick grabs Bateman's head and repeatedly slams it into the announcers' table, chanting words every time Bateman's head hits. "YOUR...BELT...IS...MINE!" He eventually grows tired of the striking and makes his way towards Barrett. Kendrick turns to where he was flipped and cannot find the Englishman anywhere. He walks around the ring, failing to notice Barrett climbing over the barricade with a steel chair in his hand. He runs at Kendrick, but Ryback steps in front of the unaware member of The Union. He starts to back down, but upon remembering what Vince McMahon said about The Union being prohibited from even touching him or Bateman, Barrett delivers a vicious chairshot to Ryback's head. The monster seems to not be affected, until he totters over and falls onto the floor. Kendrick is now fully aware of where Barrett is at as climbs into the ring. With his eyes locked onto Barrett, he does not see Bateman climb into the ring behind him and is powerless. Bateman grabs him. DBD! He covers. 1...2...the pin is broken up! Barrett comes in with the chair and brings it down hard onto the champion's back. Wade Barrett waits for Bateman to climb to his feet before striking again. However, Derrick Bateman ducks under the chairshot once, twice, three times before Kendrick is back on his feet. Barrett turns his body towards his other opponent and becomes on the receiving end of a superkick! He kicks the chair into his opponent's skull! Cunningly, Barrett rolls under the ropes and out of the ring before losing total consciousness. Kendrick turns to Bateman, who waits for the challenger to notice him before making a move. The two circle around the ring before locking up. Bateman easily overpowers Kendrick, but the challenger knees Bateman in the gut to get out of the hold. Bateman remains on the offensive and whips Kendrick into the corner turnbuckle before running after him for a brutal splash. Kendrick falls down and the champion climbs the turnbuckle. Bateman raises his hands and tells the crowd to stand up as he positions himself for a crossbody. Kendrick gets to his feet and Bateman leaps for him. However, Kendrick sees this and ducks underneath his path. He rolls out to rejoin his Union members as Bateman struggles to get to his knees. Back from the dead, Barrett jumps in the ring and grabs Bateman from behind. Wasteland! Barrett pins Bateman! 1...2...nope! Kendrick sees this and rushes back into the ring to kick Barret in the face, breaking the pin. All three men are down as the crowd shouts for Bateman to get up. The champ is in fact the first to his feet and he crawls onto Barrett. 1...2...kick out! Bateman then pins Kendrick. 1...2...kick out! Bateman runs his hands over his face as he tries to come up with a new strategy. He decides he needs to get rid of one of his opponents. He picks up Barrett on his shoulders, struts to the ropes, and throws him out of the ring. Kendrick gets back up and the two men in the ring exchange blows, the fans in the arena cheering with every punch Bateman throws and booing every time Kendrick strikes. 'YEAH!' 'BOO!' 'YEAH!' 'BOO!' After a few shots, Bateman runs and delivers a mean lariat, knocking Kendrick onto his back. About to go for the pin, Bateman is pulled backwards by Barrett standing on the ring apron. Kendrick uses this moment to again roll out of the ring. Hope to knock Wade Barrett out of the match, Bateman turns around and dropkicks his opponent. The Englishman is forced backwards and hits his head on the announcers' table. As Barrett lays on the floor outside of the ring, The Union see a chance incoming, and Heyman quickly jumps up onto the apron to distract the referee, who quickly moves over to try and move Heyman away from the ring. Kendrick runs over to the side of the ring, begging Heyman to get down, sensing his chance running away from him before his very eyes, and he spots Ryback sliding into the ring and awaiting Bateman's rise to his feet! Bateman slowly gets up to his feet, and Ryback pounces... But Kendrick jumps into the way and suffers a ferocious Lariat from Ryback! Heyman's reaction causes the ref to turn around, and he begins to call for the bell before realising the stipulation, and realizing that what happened is actually ok! He looks bewildered for a few moments before sending Ryback and Heyman away from ringside! Meanwhile, in a shocking twist, the audience are actually cheering for Kendrick, finally sensing his desire, finally understanding that all he wants is the Championship, he doesn't want anyone to suffer unduly. Bateman makes the cover, hoping that Kendrick is so down and out that he can't kick out... One, Two... Th- he kicks out... And the crowd erupts! Bateman puts his head into his hands and backs away from Kendrick, standing in the corner waiting for him to get to his feet, and as Kendrick does he attempts a scissor kick, but Kendrick ducks it! Bateman turns around... Straight into a superkick! The Champion goes down, and Kendrick falls on top of him... One, Two... Three! He's done it! Kendrick is the new Champion, and the audience absolutely erupt in delight! One heroic moment from Kendrick got the crowd on his side, and from there he used the power of the people in the Stadium to pull himself along, and win the title! The Brian Kendrick is the World Champion!
Michael Cole: In a stunning turn of events, The Brian Kendrick saved Derrick Bateman from Ryback's brutal assault in order to win the match cleanly. He stopped his own Union's attack to pick up the clean win.
Booker T: I gotta say, my opinion on this young man has changed. A well-deserved victory! Out of everyone in this building, only he, The Brian Kendrick, can go home and say he is the TCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Tazz: And that will do it for our show. We hoped you enjoyed Desolation. See you next time on TCW Warzone!
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Jan 28, 13 at 11:00am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
After the opening package recapping last weeks TCW show a vignette airs featuring 'The Sinister Scotsman' Drew McIntyre. Drew is seen shirtless wearing a blue kilt and socks. He has a Scotland flag painted on his face like William Wallace. This certainly looks like a different Drew that last graced our tv's as a member of 3MB.
Drew: Sons of the TCW, lend me your ears. For far too long my potential has gone unnoticed. I have waited in the shadows waiting on my opportunity which has never materialised, so now it's about time I took it myself!
Like my brother William Wallace whom fought oppression from the English at The Battle Of Stirling Bridge, I now bring my fight to you, The hierarchy here in TCW. You dress me in leather and try to pass me off in a 'band'! This is pro wrestling dammit!! I will be nobody's puppet anymore.....
Drew Mcintyre is coming......And I'm claiming MY freedom from oppression. Anyone who gets in my way will be hung,drawn and quartered. You cannot keep me down. This is the Mcintyre uprising. Either get out my way, or I'm going right through you....
Mcintyre coldly walks away as the sound of bagpipes can be heard in the distance. The camera pans out and in the distance a mysterious shadow of a man can be seen watching Drew.....
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|The Voiceless
Jan 28, 13 at 9:55pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Vince McMahon gave a long, exaggerated exhale. This had proven to be a long day already, and had turned into an even longer night. There he sat, a large pile of papers heaped in front of him. The top page read Total Championship Wrestling Contract. As he filed through the papers, he sorted the papers into two separate piles. When he was finally finished, he gave another exaggerated sigh. Then he put his hand to the telephone, and punched in a number and the screen turned to black....
[Hours later.]
When we come back with Vince McMahon, he seems even more unsettled. This looks to be a tedious task that Mr. McMahon is preparing for. The camera pans, and we see that the room is filled with various wrestlers. All look sullen, maybe even depressed. It sets the mood for what is about to transpire.
Vincent Kennedy McMahon: "Now, men, you know why I've gathered you here today. For weeks, you've done little to nothing for this company. Granted, you've all made a huge staple on the wrestling as we know it... but that just simply isn't enough in this company. You've all been given a chance, and you've all disappointed me. If, at any point in the future, you decide you have the work ethics to come back, I'll happily accept you. But until then, I wish you all the best of luck in your future endeavors.
Tyler Black
Randy Orton
Seth Rollins
Dude Love
Damien Sandow
Paul Burchill
Robert Roode
Dean Ambrose
Bray Wyatt
Tyson Kidd
Ted DiBiase
You're ALLLLLLL FIIIIIRRREEEDDD!"
Mr. McMahon wiped the spit that had dribbled from his lip away from his sleeve. The men he had just fired turned and walked out of his office. Mr. McMahon yelled at the last one out to "Not let the door hit your ass on the way out!" before getting back to his paper work. On the bright side, there was some hot new talent ready to surface in the TCW talent pool. That was something to keep Mr. McMahon going.
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Evolution Just Passed You By!
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since: Jun 2004
Jan 30, 13 at 9:10am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Rock announced yesterday that in addition to being the Special GM of War Zone for one night, he will also be in action against Heath Slater! But that's not all! The Rock, calling himself "The People's Champion," is allowing the special stipulation to be chosen by you, the TCW Fans! Fans will be able to vote in the poll below until 7 Pm ET Tuseday night on the following match types:
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Feb 2, 13 at 12:53am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A brightly lit, cluttered room. A tall, pristine mirror. And before the mirror stood none other than Cody Rhodes, staring at himself in admiration. It seemed plausible that Cody Rhodes was talking to himself in a hushed tone by the way his body moved in front of the mirror. He ran his hand back through his hair, stared into his reflection, and for the first time on Total Championship Wrestling, he spoke. His diction was slow, drawn out, as if each of his words were cautiously dragged over his tongue to ensure that his smooth voice wasn't obstructed on its way out.
Cody Rhodes: "Beautiful. Simply beautiful. And what's compelling is that a mirror can simply not lie to you. It has no capability of deception. Alex Riley? He has that exact capability. Had, sorry. But sadly, that fact is inconclusive in my point that I bring up now. Why did I attack Ric Flair? Why did I attack Alex Riley?
The answer is simple. That's the beauty of it. The simplicity. Alex Riley simply deserves it. He deserves every bit of it. He deserves to feel a loved one ripped from him. He deserved to anxiously await the arrival of the assailant, and he deserved the beating I gave him. And why? Why would I damn a man to such a Hell? Well, again, this is where beautiful, beautiful simplicity factors in.
Alex Riley simply was never meant to be in the spotlight. He is ugly in every aspect of himself! From his overused underdog antics, to that pitifully disgusting, dog-face. And to make matters worse, he rode on the coat tails of an unsightly old man that had ridden, himself, far too long on his old fame. Being the son of a real legend, I should be the only one allowed to take any undeserved attention from said legend! But the way the atrocious Alex Riley used that revolting old man's face to catapult him to the top of TCW? It's unheard of, and it's unfair to men like me! I deserve to be in Riley's spot, because my physique, my features, scream for me to be the face of this company! Not Riley! Riley deserves to be just where he is! Sleeping among the rest of the crumbs of the wrestling industry! And that's just where I put him!"
The echo of the live TCW audience was soon heard in the small cluttered room. Their sounds of disgust at Rhodes reverberated through the walls. The door had swung open, and Cody Rhodes stared into the mirror, flashing his arrogant smile to show at the intruder. The door remained open, as Total Championship Wrestling's gorgeous announcer, Maria, stepped into the reflection of the mirror, picked up by the camera. The camera took a more strategic place among the room, able to catch a great image of the two beautiful people standing before each other. Maria looked in her hand, and although obviously flustered, put the microphone she found there under her lips.
"Mr. Rhodes.."
But Cody Rhodes had his hand around the hand of hers that was grasping the microphone already, casting an entrancing smile into Maria's eyes. She let out a small gasp, and let Rhodes do the talking.
"Please, call me Cody. Let me ask you a question Miss, what do you think of me? Do you think I'm some monster?"
Maria quickly shook her head, and it was made obvious that she did find Rhodes extremely frightening, but as he flashed her his teeth in another smile, it was also noted that she found him to be…
"Dashing. You look just Dashing, Cody."
Cody's eyes lit up at the word. There was no better word to describe him, and he knew it. He turned, leaving Maria for a second, to stare into the mirror. He ran his right hand down his closely-shaven face, and practiced his smoldering smile. Then, he turned back to Maria, gripping her hand that held the microphone again.
"Now, it's quite obvious that you didn't expect to find me here. So, tell me, what is it you were doing here?"
Maria swallowed and tugged slightly on the microphone, desperate to get at least a few inches from Rhodes, who was getting aggressively closer to her. Rhodes didn't set her arm free, but he froze in place, allowing her to speak into the microphone.
"I was just on my way to speak to the new Total Championship Wrestling Television Champion, Mr. Kennedy. You see, he has another big match tonight, this time against John Cena, and…"
Rhodes wanted to hear none of this, and he surprised Maria by reaching behind her, and slamming closed the door. The two of them stood now, in silence. She was just close enough to feel his warm breath on her. He inhaled and smelled her perfume, staring into her eyes for a few seconds as her eyes slowly were overcome with fear, before turning away to face the mirror again. As he did, she let out a breath that it sounded like she had been holding in forever. Her face was flush, and she stood there, confused, behind him as he looked over his dashing features in the mirror.
"Leave me."
But she stood a second longer…
"Cody... I feel like I should let you know, some security guards were looking around for you. Apparently, they want to bring you to Mr. McMahon."
Cody's body seemed to tense up. He repeated himself again, yelling at her to leave, which she promptly obeyed. He spoke one more time into the mirror, as the camera man slowly zoomed in on Rhodes' reflection. As the image closed in on Rhodes' reflection, it was evident that he was smiling again, he was staring into his reflection. It appeared that he had become transfixed in his own beauty, such that he ceased to care about the impending arrival of the security. Before the screen cut to black, Cody Rhodes let one word flow from his lips, the letters themselves carefully rolling off of his tongue, and from between his lips.
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Feb 2, 13 at 2:03pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Main Event:
The Brian Kendrick and Antonio Cesaro vs Wade Barrett and Santino Marella
Hard Core Tag Match
The cameras cut backstage as we find both Antonio Cesaro and Aksana walking down the corridor. They were both speaking in their native tongue, going over the strategy for tonight's main event. Something was obviously different about the two of them this time and it was obvious. Antonio Cesaro was dressed to compete and Aksana had also loosened herself up as it was obvious to everyone that by the way she appeared she was planning to interfere in the main event on the behalf of Antonio Cesaro. Aksana turns her head as she then notices the camera. She nudges Antonio Cesaro who does not looked amused that he has been interrupted. Antonio Cesaro would then go to speak, but then shockingly Aksana stops him. Antonio Cesaro looks a little bit bewildered by this and then he just shrugs and pats Aksana on the chest and allows her the time to address the masses on his behalf. Clearly overjoyed that her boyfriend has allowed her the chance to speak, Aksana does not waste any valuable seconds and begins to speak.
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Feb 2, 13 at 3:19pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Daniel Bryan
Daniel Bryan was in a extremely good mood. He had come in the final four off the battle royal and eliminated one person. So when he found out he was in a fatal four way match at the Warzone inside a hell in a cell match. The first one ever, he was determined to win this match and cement his legacy.
Daniel Bryan's theme song hits the PA and the fans explode with cheers. Cheers that could match any superstar on the roster. Cheers that would win him the TCW Championship if it was a cheering contest. Daniel Bryan came out and the fans went absolutely crazy. Daniel Bryan chanted YES! On the way to the ring. All the fans were chanting YES! At the top of there lungs. Some of them would lose there voices after the show but they didn't care. One of the fans was desperate to get an autograph so Daniel Bryan walked up and signed his shirt. The fan nearly had a heart attack and dropped to the floor. Daniel Bryan walked up the steel steps into the ring. He grabbed a microphone that was on the apron.
Daniel Bryan: I am speechless....this crowd reaction is one of the best I've had in my life so thanks for that, thanks very much.
The crowd cheer even louder and the humbleness from Daniel Bryan. They knew that this guy was no joke and he actually cared about the fans. And who wouldn't.
Daniel Bryan: If it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't have come close in the Battle Royal. But tonight I have a big obstacle in my way if I'm going to win tonight. And the object is hanging right above me.
Daniel Bryan pointed upwards to the cell that hung above the ring. The fans silenced in awe of the sheer spectacle that was Hell In A Cell. Daniel Bryan had a look of determination of in hs face as he looked up at it.
Daniel Bryan: But that is only one quarter of my troubles. I still have the blonde bleached noodle headed man Dolph Ziggler. His not much of a concern in my eyes. He cares more about his hair then his matches. Everybody knows if your going to care about something in a match, its winning. Then theres El Generico, who I respect enormously. I think I'll need to look out from him and my other opponent......Cody Rhodes. Cody Rhodes has really gone off the edge. He is now a deranged lunatic. Did anybody see what he did to Alex Riley? I defiantly did and so did the locker room. Believe me, it felt like a funeral back there. I just don't get him, which one does he care more about, his face and woman or destroying people until they bleed horribly? From what I can see, he doesn't even care about winning. So here is what I'm going, I'm not going to tell you my game plan because some people say that cost me the match. But I am going to tell you one thing. I'm walking out of Warzone as the winner of the Hell In A Cell.
And with that Daniel Bryan dropped the microphone and headed backstage. The fans chanted "Daniel Bryan" and "Yes" as he walked up the entrance ramp. As he reached the top, he turned around and did one final YES!
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Feb 2, 13 at 3:42pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The scene cuts to the car park where we see a blue BMW pull up with tinted windows and the registration plate '5cott1sh 1' which means 'The Sinister Scotsman' Drew McIntyre has arrived at Warzone. Drew walks backstage towards the notice board to see who the first victim of 'The McIntyre Uprising' Would be ....
Drew: What the hell? Iv flew 10 hours on a plane and drove for another 3 to not even be booked for a match! Vince told me I has one. Why did I expect any less.
Drews head went down and thought about all the other broken promises that management had made to him. All the lies. All the bullshit just to make a mockery if him. It was there and then he decided to stick around. For this night will be his. He would make sure he got his name back out there.
Drew headbutted the wall until a gash opened up above his left eye. Laughing at what he had accomplished and the evil thoughts running through his mind. Drew decided to put his plan into action
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After Wisniewski was drafted on Friday, he did interviews and celebrated with friends and family who had gathered with him at his home in Pennsylvania. Then he took an early morning flight to Oakland just for the day for his formal news conference and introduction. He toured the facility, which he loved along with the area and organization, loaded up on Raiders gear, and met with coaches. He then took the red-eye back to State College where he barely got any sleep before I met with him on Sunday afternoon.
I was very thankful for his time, especially since he was so exhausted, but I was excited to be the first media outlet in State College to meet with him in person since he was the first Nittany Lion taken in this year's NFL Draft.
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Perception and Income: The Behavioral Economics of the Realization Doctrine
Terrence R. Chorvat
George Mason University School of Law
George Mason Law & Economics Research Paper No. 03-23
The requirement that gains be realized before they are subject to income tax is one of the most fundamental doctrines in tax law as well as being one of the most controversial. The common assumption in the academic literature is that this requirement leads to significant inefficiencies and inequities. This article argues that requiring a realization event is generally the best way to measure taxable income because it is consistent with how individuals actually perceive income. This perspective helps us to understand the development of the realization doctrine as well as suggest ways in which the current tax system can be improved, such as exempting some of the amounts reinvested in mutual funds from income taxation.
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One Sweetheart of a Dance
Not much had changed for Liz and Jim Dickens.
The gymnasium looked pretty much the same. Streamers and balloons remained the decoration of choice. The band up front was still swinging out the tunes of Bennie Goodman and Duke Ellington. The timing was appropriate: the afternoon, seemed suitable. The dancing was great, too, even if both had to be careful not to over do it.
The annual Senior Prom last week hosted by Langley Middle School for local senior citizens was a reminder of many happy dances for Liz and Jim Dickens of Freeland.
Ours was in the afternoon, just like this too, Liz Dickens said.
The Freeland couple met while both attended Woodrow Wilson High School in Los Angles, Calif., and prom was one of their first dates. Over sixty years later (they celebrated the milestone Sept. 16) they were dancing and mingling with dozens of other seniors at the middle school hosted function Friday afternoon.
Not one, but two young men invited Toni Hagglund to the Senior Prom. Both of them were seen smiling at her from the bandstand and stopped by her table for a kiss. Hagglund is a repeat offender at the Senior Prom: she has grandsons in the Langley Middle School Jazz Ensemble, which, along with the South Whidbey High School Jazz Ensemble and the Swing Again Jazz band, provided swinging retro tunes to dance to for the seniors and middle schoolers.
The Senior Prom was a dressy occasion for the middle schoolers and seniors alike. A group of eighth-grade girls walked around on a dreamy cloud nine, sashaying like the retro 50s teen pop queens their clothes and hair mimicked. Skirts were knee length and full. Twinset sweaters and jeans jackets kept them warm. Bangs were swept to the side. Earlobes were bangled. They shuffled around giddy in ballerina flats. Pink was everywhere.
It was their second year attending the prom and they couldnt have been more excited. Earlier that day, they helped decorate the Langley Middle School multipurpose room with pink, red and white streamers, balloons and a painted backdrop for couples pictures.
As self-taught swing dancers, they couldnt wait to get out and boogie.
Oh, its Route Sixty-six! one of the girls cooed as the Langley Middle School Jazz Ensemble struck up a new tune.
It appeared the Senior Prom was as much about fun for the seniors as it was for the younger set.
Theyre fun, said eighth-grader Olivia Hamilton said. They tell great stories and laugh at our jokes even if theyre not that great.
Within two minutes of stopping by one table to chat, eighth-grader Sarah Muncey-Gordon had learned the life history of one of the seniors, or at least the abridged version.
Olivia Hamilton learned this much: The seniors have been with their spouses for about 50 years or so. She and her fellow middleschoolers go out with people, but they dont do much other than walk down the halls holding hands. The duration of the typical middle school courtship? A few weeks, a month if youre lucky world record length is a couple of months.
Mine only lasted a couple of days, said one bashful pre-teen at the dance.
Ferdinand and Diana Wagner of Coupeville have been partners in life for 43 years and partners in dance for 45.
Their first date was spent at a ballroom dance lesson that Diana got roped into attending. It wasnt that she didnt like dance or that she couldnt dance she just couldnt say no. Ferdinand asked her out in front of everyone standing in the crowded student union building at Cal State Los Angeles. Theyve been in step ever since and couldnt pass up a golden opportunity to strap on their dancing shoes and glide around the dance floor at the Senior Prom.
This is the age when kids need to learn to dance our parents had us in lessons by their age, Diana Wagner said. Its great theres an opportunity for them to have great music like this to dance to.
Like any other dance, those who didnt care to dance or simply needed a break gathered around some of the festively decorated tables in the multipurpose room. Jan Gosselin, Lucille Nourse, Fran Holum and the Dickens were among the laughing bunch at a table full of friends and neighbors who live in the Maple Ridge in Freeland.
I like being able to get out and be around people my own age, Gosselin said.
Just then, a group of young boys making the rounds stopped by the table and to ask the senior ladies for a dance. They bashfully declined this time, but later they and others were seen scooting out on the floor with younger gents.
They treat us like were no different, Betty Lehman said. They ask us like they really want to and not because its something theyre supposed to do.
The prom was truly a multi-generational event for one family. Langley Middle School eighth-grader Amanda Mosler was out dancing with her grandfather Buzz Strout in between Buzzs sets with the Swing Again Jazz Band. Moslers mother, Marta Berry, was capturing everything on video and film.
This is great. It allows the kids to hear great music and see what great dancing looks like and the boys learn to be gentlemen, Berry said.
Berry still remembers all of the Bayview Hall dances she enjoyed while growing up on South Whidbey. She moved to the area while in the ninth-grade and graduated from Langley High School in 1973.
She and her husband Roy Berry met while in high school, but they parted ways and both had lives and families of their own. They reunited years later and have been married for the past six.
At another table, Esther Erickson showed Toni Hagglund an instant picture that developed to show her and her grandson posed in front of the couples backdrop.
I was so surprised, He said Grandma, come here, I want to have my picture taken with you. It was so sweet, she said.
That doesnt surprise young Muncey-Gordon and her friends.
Seniors are really cool people, Muncey-Gordon said. They are such a big part of this community and so many of them helped shape it into the way it is and thats what today is about.
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