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Apr 24, 13 at 1:04pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The video package opens our show tonight, and it's... sadly full of old superstars that don't even compete anymore. Will TCW ever get a new opener? *wink wink*
Taz: We have a couple of awesome matches coming to you tonight! But our first match is already ready to kick off! So let's get it on!
Match One
Four Corners Match
Kyle O'Reilly vs. Dolph Ziggler vs. Daniel Bryan vs. Randy Orton
O'Reilly and Bryan start this Four Corners contest. The match will adhere to the rules of a fatal four-way, where the first man to make a pinfall wins. However, the opponents must adhere to the rules of a tag match and wait to be tagged in! The bell rings, and both superstars charge each other. Nobody really knows what to expect from O'Reilly, so when he grips Bryan behind the head and drives a knee into his skull, the entire arena lets out a gasp. O'Reilly makes a quick cover, and nearly escapes with the pin before Ziggler impedes and breaks it up. Orton is in soon after, hitting Ziggler with rights and lefts before the referee breaks it up. While the ref is distracted, O'Reilly is simply toying with Bryan's carcass. Once the ref turns, he grabs for his ankle! Bryan hasn't moved since being hit in the head, and instead of allowing O'Reilly to finish him, he instead breaks the hold and calls for medical attention! The doctors quickly clear Bryan from the ring, the show must go on! Orton is in the ring across from O'Reilly now, and the ref signals the match can continue. The third generation Orton makes short work of O'Reilly's standing by taking him down with a backdrop! Orton then crosses the ring to give Ziggler a tag, and the Showoff begins dropping hard elbows onto the chest of O'Reilly! He lets off a final, high-altitude elbow as Layla cheers on! Ziggler does a headstand! What is he doing? Well, showing off, of course! But O'Reilly delivers a sharp kick from the ground to the upside-down face of Ziggler, and the Showoff crumples to the mat! O'Reilly grabs for his ankle and begins twisting away! Just as Ziggler looks to tap, Orton enters the ring, and O'Reilly flies to meet him! The two trade blows, before O'Reilly gains the upperhand and tosses Orton from the ring! He then turns into a Zig Zag…no! He holds his footing and Ziggler crashes! O'Reilly then locks in his patented Ankle Lock, and this time, Ziggler is forced to tap!
Booker T: Kyle O'Mackey, dawg! This guy's in my Fave Fi..
Cole: Wait, O'Mackey? Book! It's O'Reilly!
Booker T: Wha... Oh, dawg, my bad. O'Reilly, don't kick me like one of your foam dolls! Hahaha!
Taz: Book, you sure you wanna mess with that guy? He might've just killed Bryan! An excellent debut!
Match Two
Tag Team Match
The Brothers Of Destruction vs. Cody Rhodes and William Regal
The Brothers of Destruction. Reunited. They quickly decide that Kane will be the first of them in the ring. On the other side of the ring, which they wish were the other side of the world, Cody Rhodes and William Regal stand, trying to hide their fear. The bell rings, and rather than discussing who will be in the ring first through agreement, Rhodes pulls Regal inwards past himself and leaves onto the apron. Regal will start this match off against Kane. The two circle each other in the ring, Regal essentially avoiding Kane, while Kane is slowly trying to approach him. Just when Kane makes his way towards Regal, he quickly tags out to Rhodes, winning Regal an evil look from his tag team partner. Rhodes makes a quick offensive, delivering hard punches to the mask of Kane, and hard roundhouses to the body. Kane actually falls down to a knee, and Rhodes comes in closer and gets caught by the throat! Kane gets to his feet, but Rhodes beats down onto Kane's arm, forcing him to release the hold! Rhodes retreats and dives backwards to tag in Regal, and catches him off guard before rolling onto the arena floor. Regal must fight now. He throws a punch at Kane, but it's caught! Regal kicks a hard toe into Kane's gut, and gets his hand free, and he rebounds and attempts a Clothesline… but Kane catches Regal and tosses him up over his shoulder! William Regal flies over eight feet in the air before crashing to the mat! Kane then drops elbow after elbow onto Regal's chest, before hitting a huge leg drop! He pulls him to his feet, and hits a sidewalk slam! Regal tries calling to the ropes to exit the ring, and is met by the smiling face of Rhodes, which does nothing but piss him off! Regal jumps to his feet and spins to look for Kane… But he's tagged in The Undertaker! 'Taker delivers punch after punch to the face and midsection of Regal, who falls back into the corner.. and he's lifted back onto Taker's shoulder and dropped for a Snake Eyes in the corner! Then, Taker lifts Regal onto his shoulder in position for a Tombstone! He's looking to finish it.. no! Rhodes is suddenly in the ring, and pulls Regal down, before delivering a picturesque dropkick to Taker, sending him to the mat! Regal makes a quick kneedrop to Taker's head! Rhodes and Regal are finally making an effort for teamwork! Rhodes hops out of the ring and Regal takes this opportunity and holds a side-headlock, which the Deadman begins fighting against… Taker is now to his feet, and lifts Regal up for a sidewalk slam and drops him hard to the mat! He's back to his feet, and he taunts to call for the Chokeslam! Regal, as he gets to his feet, sees Taker's attack coming and quickly tags in Rhodes! He runs at the Deadman and sends a similar offense that he unleashed on Kane earlier, but the Deadman has adapted. He's ready now, and blocks Rhodes' attacks, and sends him hard into Kane's turnbuckle! The two deliver a devastating double team, which ends in a double legdrop! Kane lifts Rhodes up and throws him into an unoccupied corner before running to clothesline him, and he sends Rhodes to the opposite corner and hits another clothesline! Rhodes stumbles into the center of the ring, and Kane rebounds off the ropes and comes back for a massive Big Boot to the face! Rhodes writhes around on the ground, while Kane calls for the Chokeslam. Just as Rhodes gets to his feet, Kane comes in and Rhodes takes him down with a massive dropkick! Both men are down! Both crawl to their respective corners, but Rhodes is a bit faster, and makes the tag… No! Regal has jumped off the apron, leaving Rhodes in shock! Rhodes climbs to his feet with the help of the ropes, and quickly remembers he's in a dangerous situation. He jumps onto the ropes, looking for the Beautiful Disaster and hoping Kane is still standing behind him… instead, both Kane and The Undertaker are there! Rhodes tries re-manuevering in mid-air to avoid the duo, but is caught by both! Double Chokeslam! Taker, the legal man, makes the pin as Kane eyes Regal climbing up the ramp. One-Two-Three! The B-O-D pick up the win!
Cole: Well, Rhodes did screw Regal a few times in the past, and I doubt he'd miss an opportunity in the future!
Taz: I guess you're right, Cole. In either case, the Brothers Of Destruction sure have made one hell of an impact!
Match Three
Singles Match
CM Punk vs. Drew McIntyre
The two stand across the ring from each other, ready to square off. It is very possible that either of these men might prove themselves to become the number one contender for the TV Title. Instead of the bell ringing, the TV Champion Damien Sandow's music comes onto the loudspeakers! He runs in the ring and stares at CM Punk, before attacking him! He clotheslines him out of the ring, and follows him out to deliver a fierce boot to the face! The champion has made a surefire impact! This match hasn't even began! Drew McIntyre looks frustrated, as he didn't even get his chance to prove himself worthy!
Taz: Nah, dude, Drew's a competitor! He didn't want this to go down like that!
Booker T: Regardless, dawg, a win's a win!
Taz: Yeah, a win's a win... to a coward.
Cole: Now, now, guys, it's time for some TV Title action! Behave!
Match Four
Television Title Match
Jason Anthony Paul vs.
With the other man scheduled for the match not in the building, Sandow and Paul start the match alone. In one corner Percy Watson watches the wrestlers closely, scribbling notes on a pad of paper occasionally. The two men lock up in the middle of the ring with Sandow gaining the upper hand. He flings Jayson Anthony into the ropes and delivers a flurry of chops to the chest. Satisfied with his work, he whips Paul towards the other side of the ring. Expecting to hit his opponent with a clothesline, Sandow is surprised by a dropkick from Jayson Anthony. Sandow gets to his knees, and his opponent strikes him in the head with a kick. He then sits up, but his opponent slides into his back. As a result, Damien Sandow jumps to his feet quickly yet is grabbed from behind by Jayson Anthony and receives a German suplex. Jayson Anthony glances down at Sandow, then at Watson as he writes down something on the paper, and chooses his next maneuver carefully. He decides on a splash as he climbs the side rope and jumps, but Sandow lifts his knees. His opponent clutches his ribs as Sandow rises back to his feet, running his hands through his thick hair. As Jayson Anthony gets back up, Sandow hits him with a spinebuster to rattle the ring. As Sandow hovers over his opponent's body, he waves his arm, calling for the Cubito Aequet. Rather than smile menacingly or enjoy this moment, Damien Sandow focuses intently on ending the match as he hits the Elbow of Disdain! Sandow covers. 1...2.kick! The Television Champion appears very frustrated, but still determined. He grabs onto his opponent's head and delivers some hard strikes to the temple. Jayson Anthony, knowing he has to stop the onslaught, whips Sandow hard into the turnbuckle, stopping the fists but sending himself on the canvas. Sandow has the wind knocked out of him, so he takes a few seconds to catch his breath and plan his next attack. Seeing his opponent on the ground, Damien hops onto the top rope in one leap, ready to strike. Jayson Anthony glances up at his opponent and, knowing what is to come, lunges at him. He delivers strikes to the kidneys and climbs to the top rope himself to hit his opponent in the head. Soon Sandow starts to lose his balance, and Jayson Anthony finds an end to the match. He grabs onto his opponent's head and pulls it towards him. Paul wastes no time in hitting the Black Panther! Percy Watson just stares in disbelief as Jayson Anthony Paul covers. 1...2...3! Paul wins! Jayson Anthony Paul wins! Once handed the TV Title, Jayson Anthony gives a shrug before holding the belt above his head as the crowd cheers him on.
Cole:Don't know what it is, Book? Really?
Taz: Woah, now now, Cole. Give this guy credit where it's due! He's just beaten down the TV Champ!
Cole: Oh, I'm not taking any pull away from this guy! Good for him!
Booker T: Fave Five!
Match Five
Singles Match
Brock Lesnar vs. Santino Marella
Brock Lesnar's music plays and out comes the monster from behind the curtain. Brock makes his way down the ramp and stops just before it and begins bouncing around side to side… WHAM!.. Santino has come from nowhere and hit Brock with a steel crutch across the back. Brock bends over from the blow and Santino hits him again across the back. Brock quickly turns around and catches the next blow that was aimed for his head and rips it from Santino's hands. Santino takes a couple steps back as Brock breaks the crutch over his legs and growls at Santino begging him to bring it on. Santino however turns around and begins to run away and Brock begins pursuit up the ramp. At the top of the stage Brock manages to grab Santino by the back of his neck and drives a huge left to the ribs of Santino that drops him to his knees. Brock begins to laugh and moves around to face the fallen King and grabs him by his dome and forcing him to look up at him, but Santino delivers a big left of his own, but to the grapefruits. The low blow sends Brock reeling backwards and gives Santino the opportunity to escape through the curtain. Brock is down for a just a few seconds before he gives chase through the curtain. Cameras take a few moments to catch up, but when they do Brock is in the back searching for Santino down a corridor. Brock checks under a table and doesn't find Santino and continues down the corridor. Brock comes to a door and busts it down, but Santino isn't there. Brock gets to another door and kicks the door open, but as soon as the door opens a cloud of white spray flies from somewhere in the room and gets Brock in the face. Brock takes a few steps back and begins rubbing his eyes and Santino comes out holding a fire extinguisher. Santino takes the fire extinguisher and shoves it into the stomach of Brock. Brock screams, but not from pain only anger. Santino drops the fire extinguisher and takes off again. Brock gives chase again down the corridor. A few moments go by before another cameraman can get to them and when they do they are in the parking log. Brock is chasing after Santino who manages to get to his vehicle and open the door, but before he can get in Brock grabs a hold of him and slams him up against the side of the car. Brock snarls at him and forces his right arm into the throat of the King. Santino is gasping for air and Brock keeps forcing his arm into his throat. Santino reaches up and pokes Brock in the eyes and Brock backs away. Santino quickly gets into his car and starts it. Brock gets back to the car and grabs the door and tries to open it up, but Santino is holding onto is as well. Santino realizes that he can't match the strength of Brock and let go. Brock begins ripping at the door in a fit of rage and literally rips the door right off the car. Santino just stares at the pure strength that he just witnessed. Santino doesn't want anything to do with Brock tonight and steps on the gas and speeds on out of the parking lot. Brock just stands there and holds onto the door and just stares at the tail lights of Santino's car driving away in the distance.
Cole: Our king barely got out of there in time!
Taz: Yeah, but when he comes back, Brock will be waiting! I'm sure of it!
Match Six
Non-Title Singles Match
Dean Ambrose vs. Alberto Del Rio
Del Rio starts the match by strutting around the ring, around Ambrose, in order to get a reaction from the crowd. Universally they boo him, but this act defies The Champ's intimidation and Dean Ambrose is not happy about that. Del Rio finally turns back to Ambrose and is hit in the skull with a high kick. Ambrose lays in with stomps to the head and back of the neck, clearly working to knock his opponent unconscious. He takes a few steps backwards as Del Rio rises to one knee. As Ambrose flies at him for a high knee, Del Rio ducks. Ambrose falls into the ropes and gets tangled up. While the ref inspects Alberto, whom is still on the ground, Ricardo Rodriquez runs over to Ambrose and slams his ankle into the corner turnbuckle. At first Ambrose does not even notice, but after the third time he smiles sinisterly at Ricardo, as if begging him to continue. This scares Del Rio's ring announcer off, allowing Ambrose to free himself. When he turns around he is met with a lariat. Del Rio stands over The Champ, grabs ahold of his right arm, and repeatedly stomps on the shoulder joint and bicep muscle. Ambrose punches his opponent right above the pelvis to stop the beating and regains his footing. Looking to cause more head trauma, he grabs Del Rio and slams his head into a turnbuckle. With Del Rio kneeling before the corner, Ambrose again slams his head into the steel post, opening up yet another opponent. The ref soon comes in and makes Ambrose take a few steps back as he checks on Del Rio's wound. As the ref is still inspecting the cut, Ambrose comes in with a dropkick to Del Rio's head. Alberto slumps forward and Ambrose covers. 1...2...wait! Ricardo grabbed Del Rio's foot and placed it on the ropes, breaking the pin. Ambrose glances at Rodriquez, whose retreating movements give himself away. Ambrose runs after him and launches himself over the top rope, taking out Rodriquez. Del Rio's ring announcer tries to run away through the crowd, but Ambrose grabs ahold of his pants. Just as he pulls him back, Del Rio strikes Ambrose in that same arm, then tosses him under the rope. Del Rio reenters the ring, and Ambrose throws a wild punch that...connects. Right in the head. Del Rio falls forward and lands on his knees. Ambrose just smiles as he takes a few steps back. Once Alberto sits up on his legs as he kneels, Ambrose comes in with the Shining Wizard! He covers. 1...2...3! Dean Ambrose remains dominant with a win against Alberto Del Rio.
Taz: Del Rio looked like he could've had it! What a close match!
Booker T: Dawg, no kidding! Win or lose, that was an impressive showing against our champion!
Taz: I'm not positive why that wasn't Main Event, as it was certainly the show stealer!
Cole: Well, we'll get to see how it measures up with a real main event! I can't wait!
Match Seven
Money In The Bank Qualifier
Alex Shelley vs. Antonio Cesaro
Both men are in the ring, and when the bell tolls, Cesaro runs towards his opponent! He's looking for a major offensive to start the match, but Shelley simply rolls out of the way, and springboards off the ropes onto Cesaro! In one swift motion, Shelley has Cesaro's shoulders to the mat! How did he?! Nobody has a second to think, and the referee drops to the mat and counts the pin! One-Two-Three! Did, did Shelley just qualify for the Money in the Bank in a matter of seconds? It would appear so, as the nameplate pops up on the screen under Shelley posing for victory and reads "Alex Shelley: Money in the Bank Qualified!"
Booker: No doubt , dawg! Not that the poor showing by Cesaro proves Shelley's worth. But I sure hope his opponent can find a way into the match as well! This really isn't the best way to move onward with your career, Cesaro!
Michael Cole now stands up on his chair. The man obviously received good word from his superior in his ear.
The crowd absolutely erupt as Arn Anderson, Tully Blanchard, Barry Windham, and J.J. Dillon walk out onto the stage. The all-too familiar music of the Four Horsemen comes onto the P.A.! For the first time in TCW, the iconic stable that set the standards for nearly all stables today marches out onto the stage! At different points in the stable's life, through its many incarnations, it included these great wrestlers entering the ring now, as well as a handful of the other greats of the business! Arn Anderson graciously accepts a microphone from one of the stage hands.
The crowd gives a generous pop to the mention of the ex-General Manager.
The crowd members who weren't sure as to the identity of these ancient figures have been sitting in their seats until they hear this name, and now they leap to their feet! As "Time to Play the Game" is repeated twice over the loudspeaker, a guitar rift follows and Triple H himself walks out onto the stage! The fans in the arena are thrilled to see that Triple H's entrance is just as tense and exciting as it has ever been. The Cerebral Assassin walks down to the ring and performs his usual routine with a bottle of water. The camera shows Triple H's facial expression, making it evident that he is here with purpose. Not to compete, not to beat someone up, but to pay tribute to a legend. Triple H steps into the ring and Anderson hands him the microphone.
The entrance music of the Nature Boy plays, and Ric Flair walks onto the stage! He's hobbling on his cane, and it looks as if crutches might be what's necessary, but for his retirement party, he'll spare no expense. Anderson, Blanchard, Windham and Dillon applaud as Triple H holds the ropes open, allowing Flair to hobble his way into the ring. Flair looks around at the gathering that has taken place in the ring. His old partners have come together to say goodbye to him. The fans are on their feet, shouting "thank you Flair" as loudly as they can. Triple H hands the microphone to Flair, who accepts and begins to speak.
The fans are outraged by the horribly timed entrance of Cody Rhodes. Rhodes wastes no time walking down to the ring, grabbing the microphone out of Flair's hand and speaking to the Nature Boy in a concise, harsh way.
Before anyone can react, someone enters the ring from the side behind Flair's back. It's Randy Orton! Orton attacks Ric Flair from behind before anyone can realise what is going on. The only person who saw this coming was Rhodes. Rhodes helps Orton beat down on Flair. The assault continues until the Four Horsemen attack Rhodes and Orton, fighting valiantly for their friend. However, being younger and fresher, Rhodes and Orton are able to fight back. Orton throws J.J. Dillon into the turnbuckle as Rhodes tosses Arn Anderson out of the ring. Triple H exits the ring and starts looking for something underneath the ring. Meanwhile, Rhodes trades punches with Tully Blanchard and Orton trades punches with Barry Windham.
Outside the ring, Anderson is getting to his feet. He is about to enter the ring again when he is suddenly hit by a spear! It's Batista! He ran to ringside while everyone was distracted by the fight inside the ring. Orton and Rhodes clear the ring of Blanchard and Windham. Flair gets up and hits Orton with a few signature chops, but Rhodes soon attacks him from behind and throws him down to the mat. He holds Flair in place while Orton signals for the punt! Flair can't dodge it because Rhodes is holding him in place. With perfect timing, Triple H returns to the ring with his signature sledgehammer! Orton and Rhodes back off to the other side of the ring. Flair looks at Triple H and nods to him in thanks. When he looks back at Orton and Rhodes, they are both smirking. Before Flair can work out what this means, Triple H hits him in the side of the head with the sledgehammer! Triple H was on their side all along!
Batista enters the ring as Orton signals for the punt yet again. Flair struggles onto his hands and knees... Orton punts him in the head! Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton, Triple H and Batista have ruined Ric Flair's moment and left the Four Horsemen unable to stand. The four men raise their arms together, standing tall.
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Apr 25, 13 at 9:56am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
This week's edition of Warzone kicks off with a surprise appearance of Ken Kennedy. The crowd pops for this unannounced appearance of Kennedy. He makes his appearance on stage, wearing a baseball cap, black t-shirt and blue jeans. Obviously he is not geared to wrestle tonight.
Fans who have been following TCW will recall that Kennedy announced that he is taking time off from TCW and wrestling in general. Kennedy's appearance here tonight means something has changed in his life for him to return a month later.
Kennedy walks down to the ring and up the steps to the ring. He surveys the crowd, then climbs through the ropes. The crowd is not sure what to make of his appearance tonight as it is totally unexpected. Even the dirt sheets didn't know he was supposed to be here.
Kennedy walks to the other side of the ring and asks for a microphone. He gets it and walks back to the center of the ring. He looks around the arena again and slides his hand over his mouth as he clears his throat.
"Last month, I said I was walking away from TCW and taking some off," said Kennedy. "I said it could be months, years, before I would return. Obviously, as you can see, it is one month."
Kennedy looks around again.
"Over the last month, I was mulling over my options," said Kennedy. "I was on a slump, losing to guys like the Rock and Drew McIntyre. I knew I needed a break. Then about a week after I walked away from TCW, I realized I made a mistake. I decided to make my comeback to TCW. But rather than rush back, I took my time. I hit the gym. I trained harder and I think - no - I KNOW I'm ready to compete again. And I have that moron Drew McIntyre to thank for motivating me to get my shit together and get back into TCW."
"Did he just say a bad word?" asked Michael Cole.
"What bad word?" said Taz. "I didn't hear no bad word."
"I'm looking forward to getting back in this ring again and kicking ass and taking names again," said Kennedy. "It does not matter who my first opponent will be since my return. I'll beat him just the the same."
Kennedy looks over at the announcers table.
"Since I've been gone, I see the TV title has changed hands several times," said Kennedy. "McIntyre lost it to Damien Sandow, who then lost it to Jayson Anthony Paul. Jayson Anthony Paul? That sounds like the name of a serial killer."
The crowd laughs as Kennedy looks at the main camera.
"Jayson - you keep that belt nice and warm for me as I start back at the bottom and work my way towards back the top - then I'm coming after you - assuming you have not lost the belt yet," said Kennedy. "The TV title belt has been a hot potato lately at it seems like no one wants it bad enough to hold onto it. That'll change once I have it back in my possession because I plan on holding onto it for a very - long - time."
Kennedy pauses for a moment as he remembers something.
"CODY Rhodes, now there is a man I plan on seeing in the ring in the near future," said Kennedy. "I saw your interview with Maria a few weeks ago. You called me an incompetent fool. Them's fighting words, pal. I challenge you to step in the ring with me some day. Then we'll see who is incompetent - pal! Although it will not be tonight. It probably will not be next week. But trust me when I say this - you will not be able to avoid me forever and we will step in the ring together where I'll teach you a lesson, son - a lesson you will not forget. Knowing you, though, you will probably rather hide behind your daddy's fat ass than get in the ring with me!"
The crowd pops at this last statement.
"And on that note, I'm out of here!" said Anderson as he tosses the mic out of the ring where an off-screen stagehand presumably catches it.
He acknowledges the crowd, who is not quite sure what to make of him. After all, his remarks were directed at both other faces and heels in the promotion. Kennedy walks up the ramp with a sense of swagger about him, his confidence in his abilities back with him. He exits the stage as the announcers talk about his sudden appearance tonight......
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Apr 27, 13 at 2:58am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Kyle O'Reilly
Record - 1/0/0
Finisher's: Ankle Lock, Brainbuster.
A few days had passed since the last episode of Warzone, and while the TCW fan base was will buzzing with excitement over the episode, back at the RedDragon gym, an eerie calm loomed over the building, the streets outside were quiet, not one sound of life echoed around the streets, no cars roared their engines as they sped down the road, no people were to be heard as they paced up and down the streets talking to their friends, or into their phones, the streets were lifeless, inside the RedDragon gym, the lone figure of Kyle O'Reilly sat quietly on the turnbuckles, his elbows dug into his knees and his jaw was propped up by his hands, he turned his head slightly and noticed the camera and looked away, a feint chuckle could be heard from him.
Kyle O'Reilly: I guess now I've made a believer out of everyone.
He beamed as his voice echoed the gym.
Kyle O'Reilly: Don't you think I didn't know what people were thinking of me?
He asked rhetorically as he stared with purpose at the camera from the turnbuckle, moving his hands so they gripped the ropes.
Kyle O'Reilly: See, even though I said, I'm not just another guy who's going to say he'll be the next best thing round here, people still disbelieved me, thought I was a joke, and considered my words to be bravado, but look who's laughing now, I said I would be the crowds addiction, and I've proven myself right yet again, but the greatest thing is, I proved everyone else wrong.
Kyle laughs as he jumps off the turnbuckles and grips the middle rope as he crouches down.
Kyle O'Reilly: So now I'm one in one, my first match, two victories, granted only one will be lodged as an official victory but the fact remains that I knocked out Daniel Bryan, and made Dolph Ziggler tap out, almost like a game of checkers, they lined up, and I took them out like a checkmate, and I take great pleasure in both the knock out and the tap out, everyone may of thought 'who's Kyle O'Reilly?' well you can be sure that now, they all know, and as promised, like an addiction I have left them hooked and begging for more, no gimmick, no stupid costume, no manager or girlfriend is needed for me to leave the crowd wanting to see more of Kyle O'Reilly, my actions will always speak louder than my words, but my words can speak just as loud.
Kyle pulls himself under the bottom rope and sits on the apron of the ring.
Kyle O'Reilly: Next week, I have my second match inside the Warzone, a fitting name for my abilities, as I plan to go to war in each and every match I am in, next week I face Alberto Del Rio in a Money In The Bank qualifier, I can't admit that I foresaw getting an opportunity so great, so fast. But make no mistake, I will take this opportunity, and I will qualify for Money In The Bank, and I will rise to the top of the ladder faster than I anticipated.
Kyle hops off the ring apron and takes the camera and holds it himself, smirking as he stares into it.
Kyle O'Reilly: This is a private message for Alberto, I look forward to our match next week, and while I have all the respect for your abilities, I, and all of the TCW fans have just one question for you, knock out, or tap out?
O'Reilly continues to smile at the camera before punching it, causing the screen to crack as he drops it to the floor, his feet are only to be seen as he walks off before the camera fades out.
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Apr 27, 13 at 7:47am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Dolph Ziggler
TCW cameras return to the air, and Josh Matthews is standing backstage in a suit and tie with a microphone up to his mouth smiling.
Josh Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Josh Matthews and tonight, there is a tag team match. Tonight, it's the show off, Dolph Ziggler and a mystery opponent verses the Deadman himself and his brother Kane, The Brothers of Destruction! Will the Brothers of Destruction, prevail? Or can Ziggler and his mystery partner, find a way to upset the Phenom and the Big Red Machine?
All of a sudden the crowd in the arena starts chanting "Kane and Undertaker"
Josh Matthews: But right now, I have one of the four competitors with him right now. The same man I interviewed last week, The show off himself, Dolph Ziggler!
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos when Ziggler and his beautiful lady friend, Layla appear in the camera view. They come walking into the camera view with Ziggler having his arm around Layla's waist. Layla is shown in a dazzling red sparkle dress with a necklace that reads "Show-Off". Ziggler has on his "Stealing The Show" T-Shirt and a pair on blue jeans and his blonde hair slicked back like always. Josh then holds to microphone up to his mouth.
Josh Matthews: Thank you so much for returning with me this week for another interview. Before I get to this weeks match lets go back to last week and watch what happened.
A TCW video clip starts to play showing the four corners match last week, with Kyle O'Keilly, Randy Orton, Daniel Bryan, and Dolph Ziggler. The clips shows Ziggler "Showing Off" and then getting kicked in the head then pinned. Ziggler angerly grabs the microphone out of Matthews hands and shoves him out of the camera angle and onto the ground.
Dolph Ziggler: Listen Josh! Last week was a fluke for Kyle, He came and beat three former World Champions! Impossible! That kid is just a one hit wonder! But it's over and done with. I'm onto bigger and badder things! When my partner and I beat the Deadman and the Big Red Machine tonight, No one will even remember me losing last week! Tonight, when My partner and myself take on the Brothers of Destruction, Not only will people starting believing in me. But it will make My partner and myself one of the best tag teams in TCW! How many people can saw they beat Kane and The Undertaker? Not many thats for sure. But tonight you can add me, and my partner to the list that have! Show! Off!
Dolph Ziggler throws the microphone on the ground and walks away with Layla around his waist and the TCW cameras cut to a commercial break.
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Apr 27, 13 at 10:19am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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The scene opens on the sight of one of the most terrifying and formidable sighs in the entire Professional Wrestling industry; the Big Red Machine, Kane, walking through the backstage area with a scowl on his face, the face that we can only partially see of course due to the mask that covers his face. Members of staff move out of the way of the monster, not wanting to be in his way when his trademark rage kicks off, which a few times since his return to TCW we have seen. For two weeks on the bounce, Heath Slater has attempted to get under the skin of Kane and his brother The Undertaker, the first time interrupting a tribute to the late Paul Bearer, and just last week on WarZone he brought out a group of 'enhancement talent' in an attempt to try and steal some of the respect that Undertaker speaks of so fondly, only for the entire group to be decimated by the Brothers of Destruction. As he walks, you can clearly hear a low growl coming out with every exhalation of breath, and he pulls his long hair out of his face as he turns a corner. After doing so, he stops in his tracks and a slight smirk appears on his face, as he sees none other than Heath Slater himself standing across the way, drinking a cup of coffee. Kane pulls his glove further onto his hand, before walking up to Slater, standing behind him and breathing heavily, causing the One Man Band to turn around extremely hesitantly, before taking a couple of extremely quick steps back away from Kane.
Kane just stares at Slater, glaring, hate filling his eyes as we see them narrow even through his mask. He rolls his tongue around inside of his mouth, before looking at the ground and taking a step towards Slater. The One Man Band takes a step backwards, but stays in place as Kane makes another step, hoping maybe what he said would be able to calm the beast stood before him. Suddenly, Kane lunges, grabbing ahold of Slater with both hands acround his throat, and lifting him up, slamming him against the wall and holding him in place against the wall as he speaks.
Slater begins to kick out, the breath clearly beginning to leave his lungs and his breathing begins to get incredibly short. Kane continues to glare into the face of Slater, who's expression is one of pure fear, and Kane eventually drops him, letting him tumble to the ground as he tries to catch his breath desperately. He begins to crawl across the floor, but Kane slowly walks up from behind him and grabs ahold of his hair, pulling his head up and growling into his ear.
Slater looks on in terror, as Kane slowly gets back up to his full height and walks away with purpose. The camera fades to black on the sight of Heath Slater quickly scrambling to his feet, and running off in the opposite direction to which Kane went...
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Apr 27, 13 at 11:08am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Following his earlier promo in the ring, Ken Kennedy is seen walking backstage when a stagehand hands him a jacket.
"Your jacket, Mr. Kennedy," said the stagehand.
Ken takes the jacket and looks at the stagehand.
"Thanks, but next time, just call me 'Ken'," said Ken. "The word 'mister' is for old and decrepit people as in...Mr. Flair. Mr. McMahon. Mr. Helmsley. Mr. Heyman. Get what I'm saying, son?"
"Got it," said the stagehand, who then walks away.
Ken then puts on his jacket and it looks like he's leaving when he bumps into Maria. An awkward moment of silence comes between the two of them. Finally Ken speaks.
"All right. I'll make this easy," he said. "I'm back and I'll be better than ever. But I have no time for relationships right now - nothing against you, ok? Let's just be friends."
Maria looks at Ken.
"All right," said Maria. "By the way, you are leaving already?"
"Yeah. I don't have a match tonight," said Ken, not aware of the updated match card.
"Actually, you do have a match," said Maria. "A 5 way dance with Daniel Bryan, Wade Barrett, Batista, and Christian."
"Really?" said Ken, a bit surprised. "Guess the brass liked what I had to say back there and put me in the ring with four ehancement talent. I'm looking forward to that."
The same stagehand that handed Ken his jacket earlier walks by. Ken stops him.
"Hey, kid," said Ken. "Do me a favor?"
"Sure," said the stagehand.
Ken hands him his car keys.
"Get my gear from my car - in the trunk," said Ken. "Maroon Buick with Wisconsin plates in the wrestlers parking area."
"Got it," said the stagehand, running off.
Ken turns back to Maria.
"I said that I'm back and I'm better than ever," said Ken. "Watch that match and see for yourself as I have every intention of winning this match. In fact - "
Ken gets that cocky smile on his face as he chews his gum.
"In fact, not only will I win this match," said Ken. "I plan on embarrasing the other 4 guys in this match. I'll Mic Check each one of them. They won't know what's coming until it hits them."
The stagehand returns with Ken's gear. He hands Ken the duffel bag and his keys.
"Thanks, kid," said Ken, peeling off a 20 dollar bill from a wad of bills and handing it to the stagehand. Ken puts away his money.
"No problem," said the stagehand. "And thanks for the tip."
"One more thing?" Ken asked the stagehand.
"What?" asked the stagehand.
"Get rid of this for me," Ken said as he spits out his gum and hands the gum to the stagehand. Then he slings the duffel bag over his shoulder and walks away.
"Eww," said the stagehand as he disposes of the gum in a nearby trash can. Maria is seen chuckling as the scene comes to a close.
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Apr 27, 13 at 11:15am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Disposition: Heel
Recent Events: Faced his toughest test in weeks against Alberto Del Rio on Warzone, but managed to dig deep and pull out another win. Meanwhile, Ambrose's associate Brock Lesnar tried to his best to inflict some suffering on the Number One Contender, King Santino Marella, but Marella sped away from the arena in his car just in time. This week, Santino has a tough test in Randy Orton, while Ambrose has the week off.
Record: 8/0/0
Chapter 13 - You Call It Madness...
The commercial showing one of TCW's sponsors, Skittles, comes to an end and the cameras cut to ringside where Michael Cole, Booker T and Taz all sit in their regular attire.
Booker T: There's a TCW App?
Michael Cole: Yeah, I'll show you how to download it after.
Taz: Didn't you show us last week? And the week before? Do you delete the app every single week and then re-download it again?
Michael Cole: Roll the footage!
The guys in the technical truck oblige and save Cole some potential embarrassment. The footage that appears to both the viewers at home and on the titantron for those who are in attendance is of the World Heavyweight Champion, Dean Ambrose. It is now been been nearly twenty minutes since he recorded his victory against Alberto Del Rio, and Ambrose has changed from his ring gear into a pair of torn combat trousers and a grey zip up hooded jacket, but his hair is still saturated in sweat and hangs untamed across his face. He has his Championship in his right hand, holding onto the title by one strap, leaving it to dangle as he walks with a slight limp, his body showing signs of yet another battle on Warzone. He strides down the corridor, ignoring the camera that follows him pace for pace, and he only stops once he reaches the lockeroom door that reads 'Dean Ambrose', and swings it open. He swings it shut right on the camera-man, showing his disinterest in cutting any sort of promo at this time.
The camera man hastily moves into the lockeroom to see what caused the outburst from the champion, revealing that Ambrose is not in the solitaire he had been seeking for. Sitting in the middle of the room, wearing denim shorts and a ripped 'Explicit Ambrose Violence' t-shirt is AJ Lee! AJ's legs are swinging as she sits on the leather recliner seat in the middle room, her 5ft 2 frame being too small to touch the floor. Ambrose looks up in the air and slams his fist against the wall behind him in frustration.
He paces around the room, to which the recliner seat is central, and AJ watches on, her face surprisingly not depicting worry or fear, but rather fascination as to Ambrose's every movement.
Ambrose runs his heads through his hair, and looks like he is going to pull it right from his scalp.
Ambrose stops himself mid-sentence by biting hard on his knuckles, seemingly the only he can stop himself when he gets so worked up. He stares at the ground, still indenting his teeth into knuckles, shoving his hand further and further back into his mouth - but he completely snaps again.
Ambrose lets out a long, drawn out sigh, and then punches the concrete wall of his lockeroom! He holds his fist in his hand, which very well could be broken, but rather than scream in agony, he seems much more calm! He looks at his fist, which has already started bleeding, and then shrugs his shoulders. He turns to face AJ, who is amazed by what she just witnessed.
AJ stands up and slowly approaches Ambrose, and then holds his bleeding hand in her own. She looks down at it, and then back up at him, over a foot taller than her.
Ambrose looks at AJ, puzzled, then down at his hand, and back at her. He raises an eyebrow and leans forward, and stares at AJ, looking at every inch of her face as if to work out what exactly is going on. He looks down at his hand again, and she lets go, takes a step back and moves out of his way, clearing the path between him and the recliner she had been sitting on hesitates a moment, then slowly heads to it, never taking his eye off her, still seemingly unsure about the whole situation. As he sits down, the cameras fade to black and the TCW App Exclusive comes to an end.
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5
Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10
Chapter 11 / Chapter 12
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Apr 28, 13 at 1:03pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
A Co-RP by Winter1 and Cairnage
The Camera cuts to the backstage area at Warzone where we see William Regal exiting his locker room. This is a different Regal exiting the locker room, the usual poised and calm veteran is looking rather rather confused and seems in a rush to reach his destination.
As the British Blue Blood is rushing down the various corridors several crew members and wrestlers wishing him a good day get rushed by, getting nothing in response, knowing something odd must be up in Regal's world.
After various corridors have been passed and doors checked, Regal eventually reaches his destination, he double checks the nameplate on the door, takes a deep breath, shakes his head and knocks on the doors. The nameplate isn't visible to the camera but a few seconds later we find out who's behind that door,someone who Regal rightfully doesn't want to disturb, or even talk too. The door opens and we see it's his tag team partner for tonight, "The Dark Scot" Drew McIntyre.
Drew: What to you want old man? It's bad enough we have to team tonight, but if you had any ideas of us hanging out before hand your more senile than you look
Looking intrigued by the envelope Drew quickly grabs it from Regals hand and slams the door on The British Blue Blood's face. Ripping the envelope apart McIntyre read carefully the contents his face scowling at first then his eyes becoming wider and wider. As if in a trance McIntyre lets the letter fall to the floor before opening the door to find Regal still standing there and he whispered.
Drew: You best come in.....
Regal:Trust me boy I wouldn't come looking for you unless I felt I had too and I believe me you will be as confused and intrigued as I am as to what is contained in this envelope.
Regal sees it sitting on the ground, and picks it up to read it out loud once more. Maybe reading it out loud will point out things they missed the first time through..
Regal: 'Dear Sir William Regal and Drew McIntyre. The oddest of pairings seem to stem from the oddest of reasons. The two of you were obviously paired together for your lineage, no? And that's what all watching will perceive you as. That is what made you the perfect part of my plan. I can give you all that you desire. Whether it be a renewed sense of self, Regal, or an opportunity to overcome all opposition, McIntyre. Your match presents the ultimate opportunity, a guaranteed shot at the World Heavyweight Title upon winning the Money in the Bank. Without a doubt, this can catapult you and give you what you most desire. Stick to my carefully laid out plans, and you will achieve greatness.'
When Regal finished reading it, he slowly closed the paper once again and looked at Drew McIntyre.
Drew grabs regal and pushes him hard against the wall, pinning him by his shoulders, his eyes a blaze with his usual contempt for other people
Drew: Where did you get this Regal! Where did this come from?
Regal looking less than impressed at being grabbed by the Sinister Scotsman, breaks the grip and pushes McIntyre back.
Regal: Who the hell do you think you are boy, your not in Glasgow now so pay respects to an English gentleman when he's standing before you. Any more of that sort of behavior sunshine and I'll burn that envelope and any other that refers to us both. I know as much as you do about it all. I entered my room, dropped my bags, had a shower, came out and that envelope was slid under the door. I got changed, read the contents then came straight to you to see if you could shed some light on the situation. have you had any other envelopes? had any odd calls or encounters recently?
Backing away from the Englishman and looking very frustrated McIntyre pulled open a folding chair and sat down. He beckoned to Regal to sit on the couch opposite before resting his head onto his left fist, trying to recall anything out of the ordinary over the last few weeks. Nothing came to mind. Everything seemed......normal.
Drew: Regal, as much as it pains me to say this I think we need to take this seriously. What's your thoughts on everything? Have you seen anyone lurking about?
Regal with his hand on his chin, directs his glaze upwards to the left to try and recall anything that was out of the ordinary in his life... again nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Regal:I agree that we need to take this seriously, someone who knows who we are, where we will be but who's identity is unknown to us. That spells potential trouble for us if we don't at least go with all of this for the time being. At the same time, his promises of glory, championships and advancement if we go along with what he wants is quite appealing. So for the moment I would say that we do what it wants for now. I haven't noticed anything different either. I suggest that we try and get along with each other, at least for the moment, so we have a fighting chance in this upcoming tag match and any other that we may have. We should also watch each others back and report anything odd that we encounter. I'm willing to ignore my disdain for you until this mystery is solved.
Drew: I'm willing to ignore the urge to rip your Adam's apple out with my hands and feed it to the rats that lurk in this infested arena. Drew McIntyre, A champion once more. I can get on board with that. I will watch your back for now regal. But know this, if you double cross me. If I find out you wrote this then I will hunt you down and I will cut your throat.
Standing to his feet and moving the hair out of his face, McIntyre exhaled loudly and extended his hand to regal.
Regal: Ha, rip out my throat...with humor like that we'll get along swimmingly my boy. I guarantee I did not write that note. Ok.... to a rather odd partnership Drew.
Regal extends his hand towards drew and they shake on their new partnership.
Regal: I'll be on my way Mr McIntyre, see you out there.
Regal walks out the door contemplating what has just occurred.
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Apr 28, 13 at 4:43pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wade Barrett
The show was only an hour from beginning and the locker room was a mad house as the TCW wrestlers readied themselves for Warzone. Amidst this chaos Wade Barrett sits on a bench in the locker room in silence, brooding on the violence he is ready to inflict on his opponent's tonight. A towel rests on his head blacking out the florescent lights overhead and partially muffling the sounds of his fellow wrestlers preparing for their respective matches tonight. All around him the locker room is buzzing with activity as wrists are taped, knee pads strapped on and roaring conversations are going on. Wade did not take much stock in the pre-match rituals many wrestlers superstitiously cling to. Through out it all Wade Barrett sits with his head down and the rest of the wrestlers are content to leave him be. Even though Barrett's body is in the locker room his mind is drifting far away to a moment several weeks ago...
He was in a run down old gym in a bad neighborhood back home in the North West of England. He had been out of wrestling for a while and had just been re-signed to TCW. Barrett was busy getting himself back in wrestling shape and decided the best way to do that was to go to a ratty local gym. Only a handful of other people were around and they all kept to their own. Wade made did some stretches and cardio to get himself warmed up before making his way over to the punching bag. The bag was in wretched shape, the once red punching bag had long since faded to pink and had several patches of duct tape to get the stuffing inside from where it had ruptured open in the past. Barrett began unleashing punch after punch into the beat-up old punching bag. As he struck the bag over and over his mind was focused on the future. Barrett was ready for what awaited him in TCW when it came to the wrestlers. He had been fighting his whole life, virtually growing up in the seedy underbelly of England scrapping and clawing to get ahead in various bare-knuckle fighting rings. The competition wasn't his problem he would either kick some ass or get his ass kicked that's just what happens in wrestling. What was bothering him is how he had acted every time he got into the big leagues in the past. He had gotten in front of the bright lights and lost sight over what truly mattered. He became ego-centric and did all he good to make his opponents feel like dirt and disrespect the fans. Barrett wasn't exactly concerned with the feelings of others, but he felt like he had limited his own potential by expending all of this energy running his mouth and insulting others when he should have just been kicking ass and taking names later. In this sense Barrett was ready for another chance; this time his focus would be sharp and he would not get caught up his own arrogance. TCW had better be ready because the Barrett Barrage was coming!
A nearby locker slams shut snapping Barrett back into the present. Wade removes the towel from over his face and glances at the clock in the locker room. He had another half hour before the show began. With his match being on first he would have roughly another forty or so minutes before he had to be in the gorilla position ready to go. Slowly Barrett rises from the bench and exits the locker room to the main hallway to find something to do before Warzone begins...
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Apr 28, 13 at 7:17pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
"The Instant Classic" Christian Cage
Finisher: Unprettier
The fans sit in anticipation of tonight's episode of Mayhem, just waiting to see what awaits them. "The Super Beast" Brock Lesnar had a match tonight....was his carnage going to continue? As they sat there, the clock ticking down, a female's humming is heard throughout the arena before "Just Close Your Eyes" by Waterproof Blonde begins playing...
The fans cheer as they hear the familiar theme, and The Instant Classic himself appears on stage. Dressed in a pair of navy blue jeans and a black polo shirt, he takes in the lights of the arena and noise of the crowd before smirking and making his way down the ramp to the ring. He listens to Lilian announce his name as he climbs up the steel steps to the ring and stretches off the ropes on the apron. He had missed this feeling.
Cage steps into the ring, taking the microphone from Lilian before waiting for the crowd to calm down. Not as widespread as he would like, but still there, portions of the audience keep chanting "Christian Cage" and he has to raise a hand to try and get them to begin to silence. Once the only noises being made are murmurs and whispers, he raises the mic to his lips.
"I don't know how long it's been since I actually stepped into a wrestling ring to compete. I do know I missed it though. No matter what company I'm in, no matter where the ring is set up, whether it be a huge arena or some run-of-the-mill bingo hall, this is what I do. And when I was injured all those months ago and forced to sit on the sidelines, it wasn't fun...."
The crowd continue their enthusiastic response, glad that Christian had returned. He looks around a bit before speaking again, his tone getting stronger.
"When I was finally ready to come back, it didn't seem like I belonged anywhere. I was healed and ready to go, but I had no where to go. While all the other companies were concerned with their enigmas and Hulkamanias or their pipebombs and Supermen or a People's Champion....I was left their wondering what I could do. I sat at home in Tampa, nothing to do. But when the call came from TCW....I couldn't have asked to see the contract fast enough. So when it was all said and done, my name was signed on that dotted line and here I am!"
The fans break into a cheer at the assurance of his arrival in TCW. The die-hard TCW fans can be heard over the rest of the crowd, beginning to chant "TCW", proud of their company's newest acquisition. Christian smirks to himself before the Instant Classic speaks once more.
"But even though I'm overjoyed to finally be back in a wrestling ring, there is still something that bothers me. And the first of those, was while I was sitting there at home, I was thinking to myself.....each and every one of you people had lost sight of me for those enigmas and pipebombs and Supermen, that each and every one of you didn't care that I was injured and forced to sit out of the thing I loved. You only cared about the flavor of the month that you were told to buy into. Like stupid little sheep. You aren't my "peeps" you're all just little monkeys! Monkey see, monkey do."
The crowd begins to boo Cage as his return has taken a turn for the worse in their opinions. Before they were overjoyed to see him, now they want him gone.
"See! JUST LIKE THAT. Acting like stupid little monkeys, imitating the same thing the person next to you is doing. And it just goes on and on. Even if you're cheering me, you're just doing it to be different, or because one of your friends is doing it. You're all just worthless little sheep. None of you matter, NONE OF YOU. You do what you're told no matter what, like little robots. Vince tells you to jump, you ask "how high?" If Alex Shelley told you to jump off a cliff, each one of you would dive with your arms spread in a free fall. Just because you're all stupid little monkeys."
The chants of "Christian Cage" and "TCW" are long gone from the arena. "Christian Sucks" is the only thing that can be heard coming from the fans. Even those that are cheering are drowned out, leaving just the disdain for The Instant Classic.
"You can chant that I suck all you want, but it doesn't change the fact you're all just stupid little monkeys. doing what you're told to do. Sooner or later, you're all gonna have to get over it. Because sooner or later I will be champion once again. And then, when I do something to get me on your good side once again, you'll cheer me until your lungs burn. Because someone told you to or because someone else is. Just stupid little monkeys."
Cage drops the microphone before stepping out of the ring. He pounds his chest as he walks backwards up the ramp, smirking as the crowd continues to boo him. The camera's microphone picks up him screaming "monkeys" once more before he takes his leave backstage. Cole, Booker, and Tazz try to make heads or tails of what Christian said before they cut to commercial break.
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Apr 28, 13 at 8:38pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Wade Barrett
Barrett leaves behind the wild activity of the locker room for the slightly less crazed hallways of the arena. People are still franticly rushing to and fro, but they are more spread out so it seems less chaotic. Amongst this scene Wade Barrett is stoic and to a bystander would appear to be wandering aimlessly. This hypothetical observation actually isn't too far from the truth, Barrett more or less is wandering aimlessly. However, in his mind Wade knows he will find what he is looking for, he just isn't sure what "it" is. Two backstage workers scurry past him to set up some last parts of the interview area set backstage which will most certainly get a lot of use throughout the night. Barrett turns a corner and the proverbial light bulb over his head clicks on as he sees a man sitting by himself in the catering area. That man happens to be none other than a Hall of Famer, the Enforcer Arn Anderson. Arn notices Wade Barrett approaching him and nods to acknowledge his presence as Barrett slides into a chair across the table from Arn.
Arn Anderson: What can I do for you Barrett? You look like you need someone to talk to.
Wade Barrett: Not just any old person, I was looking to talk to someone like yourself.
Arn Anderson: What exactly does that mean...old person?
Wade Barrett: No...nothing like that it's just that well...you are the Enforcer. A bad ass who didn't take shit from any one. You embody what I'm trying to do here in TCW, so I was wondering what your thoughts on my opponents tonight were.
Arn Anderson: Oh yeah I saw that, you kind of got thrown to the wolves going up against four other guys in your first match back in the show. Remind me who are your opponents again?
Wade Barrett: Well first there is Daniel Bryan.
Arn Anderson: He's one of those guys who always have to keep on eye even though he's just a little guy. He seems to pop up at the worst times and if he can lock you in a hold then you're in a world of trouble. What's your plan for dealing with him?
Wade Barrett: Well, I hadn't really thought of it. I just figured I would go out there and beat the living hell out of him and everyone else for that matter.
Arn Anderson: There's your problem right there. I don't give a damn how tough you are. If you don't have a plan on how to beat your opponent then you aren't going to have a lot of success. Let's try this one more time, what's your plan for dealing with Daniel Bryan?
Wade Barrett: I guess...I would have to use my reach advantage to beat him silly with my fists and not let him get close enough to hook me in any of his submissions. He's quick, but if I can wear him down with some heavy strikes he'll slow down in a hurry.
Arn Anderson: That's good, watch out for his feet though. He really likes to kick the crap out of people. Who's up next?
Wade Barrett: Batista. He's kind of a freak. He's easily the strongest guy in the match. My ideal strategy would be to avoid him until later in the match when he's a bit worn down. Maybe catch him with a quick Bullhammer to the chin to take him down.
Arn Anderson: Alright, you're also facing Christian Cage right? I just saw that jerk cut a promo in the ring a couple of minutes ago. You really need to put him in his place.
Wade Barrett: Yeah, Christian's a hell of a competitor though even if he is a weasel. I'm going to have to be wary of him because he likes to sneak around and catch people with attacks from behind. If I'm going to beat a guy like him I think it's best to just go toe-to-toe with him. In a fist fight he's not going to beat me. Maybe if I punch him enough times in the jaw that will shut that big trap of his.
Arn Anderson: Hopefully you can make him eat through a straw for awhile. Wasn't there one other guy too?
Wade Barrett: Ken Kennedy. He's definitely been running his mouth a lot thinking he's going to come in here and take over. I think he's my biggest competition in this match, but just like Christian Cage if I go stand in there and make him fight me straight up he'll fold like an accordion. He tends to let his mouth cash checks his ass can't cash. He's going to try and end this match quickly, so if I turn it in to a slugfest he will wear down eventually.
Arn Anderson: I wouldn't take him lightly. That guy has been to the top before and knows what it takes to get the job done. Oh, and one other thing; in multi-man matches like this you always have to keep one eye on the referee. You can not allow yourself to get caught up beating some guy down only to have another person getting pinned on the other side of the ring. Make sure to put yourself into position to break up a potential pinfall if needed.
Wade Barrett: That's a good idea. I could see a someone like Christian Cage really trying to sneak a pinfall in when no one is looking. Anyway, I have to start heading up front to go out for my match. Thanks for taking the time to chat with me.
Arn Anderson: No problem, I know I'm the old dog but I'm not quite ready for the pound yet. If I can pass on some of my knowledge to the next generation I'll make sure to do it.
Barrett shakes Arn's hand as he stands out of his chair and leaves the legend to himself. Barrett looks at the clock and realizes he doesn't have a lot of time left before his match is set to begin. He struts his way through the backstage area toward the gorilla position with a bit of a swagger in his step. While Wade has never doubted his fighting ability he now seems a little more confident about his approach to wrestling in his return to TCW. As he arrives in the gorilla position a TCW road agent, Ron Simmons, gives him a few last minute reminders. Barrett nods that he hears the instructions from Simmons and takes one final deep breath. His theme song blasts on the stadium's speakers as Barrett pushes his way through the curtain and on to the stage...
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Apr 29, 13 at 11:17am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
The Undertaker
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The scene opens inside of a run down bar. The furniture and various fittings around the room are falling apart, there's a cloth of dust seemingly suspended in the air. Without question it's a less than loved environment, not one in which you'd find any tourists or other kind of visitors. This was very much a bar for the locals, a few of which were dotted around the room. None of them appeared to be bothered by the unhygienic state of the place, if anything they seemed to enjoy the shelter it provided them. The windows were covered with a layer of grime so thick the sunlight struggle to pierce through. The room wasn't a hive of social interaction either, the silence only be broken by brief muttering every so often. The whole room took attention as the bar door swung open, allowing a blinding light to fill the room. The large figure of a man then became visible as he made his way inside leaving the room in a state of shock. It was clear from the faces of the patrons that they knew who this man was. They watched as he made his way over to the bar and took residents on a stool, and with the simple act of raising his hand he got the barman to place a glass and bottle of whiskey in front of him. Nobody said a word, they just watched. The minutes passed and the tension in the room grew, and grew, until the silence was finally broken by one of the younger men in the room clearly unaware as to just who it was at the bar. Looking for answers he leaned over to an elder gentleman, and in a hushed manor made his enquiry.
The older man took one final swig of his drink to finish, before laying the glass down on the table and replying.
He didn't have the same shy manor as the younger man, and everybody in the room had heard what he just said. Everyone's eyes were now fixed on the man at the bar, looking for any hint of a reaction. There wasn't one though as he continued to face forward. Still not fully sure of who this mysterious figure was, the younger man pressed on with his questioning.
The elder man looked over towards the bar, not taking his eyes off of the dark figure as he gave his response.
The younger man couldn't hold back his eagerness, as he loudly cut off the older gentleman.
There was a delay in the response, as the entire room looked on at the dark figure at the bar. Finally though the old man broke the silence, and gave the entire room the clarification they wanted.
The name seemed to echo around the room as a sudden chill filled the air. Everybody seemed sure there would be some kind of reaction to follow, again though there was no response. Instead the sound of laughing filled the room, coming from the curious young man who didn't seem to hold the same fear as the others.
There was no response, as the room sat looking stunned at what the young man had just said. Nervously the eyes in the room shifted towards the figure at the bar, who was now standing. The man slowly took off his tattered old trench coat allowing the light to flicker across his skin, revealing two very heavily tattooed arms. The young man now had a look of sheer fear on his face, as he watched the man make his way across the room. Thankfully there was no confrontation though, as the dark figure stepped back into the blinding sunlight. The sound of a Harley engine was heard revving a few moments later, before disappearing into the distance. The younger mans curiosity then got the better of him once again, as he ran over to the bar to see a fresh carving left in the wood that left in him little doubt that he was just in the presence of the legendary Undertaker.
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Apr 29, 13 at 11:58am ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Kyle O'Reilly
Record - 1/0/0
Finisher's: Ankle Lock, Brainbuster
The cameras return from a commercial break and cut to a camera peaking into Kyle O'Reilly's locker room, he has his back to the camera as he grunts in his intense warm up ritual, throwing kicks and punches at the air, he then takes one of his training dummy's from the corner and throws it onto the floor before locking it in a front face lock and begins delivering knee's to the dummy's foam head, with each grunt Kyle delivers even more velocity in the knee before throwing the dummy at the wall.
Kyle O'Reilly: Never beats breaking bones..
Kyle mutters to himself as he walks over to his gym bag and pulls out a bottle of water and takes a sip from it before stopping, bottle still raised to his mouth as he slowly turns his head, noticing the camera, he gulps the water down and smirks as he waves his finger for the cameraman to come into his locker room.
Kyle O'Reilly: I guess it's true what I've been hearing, TCW really cannot get enough of me.
He says as he flashes a cocky grin at the camera.
Kyle O'Reilly: I don't blame you really, I mean, who else can say in their first match, they knocked one of their opponents out and made one of the others tap out?
Even I have to admit, it's a hell of an accomplishment, but I can't say I surprised myself, no, not when I'm as dedicated as I am, as you can see, I am never off the clock, I train twenty four seven, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year, I never, ever stop.
And truth is, that's why I'm confident in my abilities, you get what you work for in this life, and I work harder and with more dedication to my training than anyone, and look at the rewards I've got, in my first match, I beat three opponents, granted I didn't actually pin or submit one of them, but the other two met a tap out, and a knock out, and now, I get the opportunity in just my second match to qualify for the Money In The Bank match.
Kyle grins as he takes his water from his bag and gulps some more of it down.
Kyle O'Reilly: I've heard some people have been calling me cocky and arrogant, but that's just not true, what I say, I believe one hundred and ten percent, otherwise I wouldn't say it, I'm honest, and have respect for my opponents skills, but it's just a fact that am far more dedicated to this business than anyone else here, and that gives me an advantage, all this training, this dedication. It makes me stronger, quicker, more adaptable in that squared circle, it makes me better than my opponents, no matter who they are, how good they may be, I will always train that little bit harder, to be better than them, to be the best.
Kyle walks over to his locker and pulls out a plain grey t-shirt and pulls it on.
Kyle O'Reilly: A lot of people have been asking what they can expect from my second match, and I've seen the video of my debut on youtube, all the comments about how vicious my strikes were, and how I looked like a machine, I'm not a machine, machines need oil or they'll eventually run out of gas, I never stop, but I will give you all a little insight into what you can expect from my next match, and you can guarantee you'll be seeing it a lot more in the future..
Kyle smirks his cocky grin again as he ducks out of view, suddenly the camera drops to the floor and the cameraman can be seen trying to crawl away screaming 'no, no, no!' his hands erratically scrape against the floor as he tries to drag himself away, his right leg can be seen getting raised in the air as he tries to crawl away, screaming in agony , eventually the scene comes fully into view as the cameraman continues trying to crawl away as he's locked in the anklelock, Kyle looks back at the camera as he twists the mans ankle with more force, he then stops and lets the ankle go, the man screams still in pain as he grabs his ankle, Kyle crouches down and looks into the camera.
Kyle O'Reilly: Tap out, or knock out, that will always be the question.
Kyle winks at the camera as he jumps onto the camera man locking him in a front facelock and begins driving his knee into his skull viciously, the man screams in pain begging for Kyle to stop but eventually his body goes limp, Kyle stops and smirks as he looks down at the camera.
Kyle O'Reilly: See you all soon. He says with a wink before walking off as the camera man lays motionless.
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Apr 29, 13 at 4:02pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
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It has been a full week since his defeat at the hands of TCW's World Heavyweight champion, and still Alberto is finding it difficult to wash that bitter taste of disappoint from his mouth. Even yet another swig of his Vine Hill Chardonnay, independently voted the finest wine in the world, did little to improve his mood. The scene found him stretched out in the back of his limousine in another of Armani's finest tailored black suits, with the city high rise in the rear view a pair of legs just visible at the front of the camera, their owner cut off by the camera angle. Ricardo was nowhere to be seen, so it could be assumed he was the one driving. Alberto was on his phone, speaking in Spanish and sounding almost as sour as the expression on his face.
'Idiot! I don't care what obese slob of American is running the damn the show, you're my agent and I deserve a damn rematch!' whoever was on the other end of the line obviously disagreed, 'I had him! It was luck, there was any number of reasons as to why I didn't win that match but not being good enough certainly wasn't one of them. Go away now and do not contact me until you've got the chairman of the TCW board on the line with an apology or World Heavyweight title shot.'
There was a moment of pause, the woman at the front of the limousine unfurled her legs and brought her own glass of wine into view.
'Then what the hell do I pay for you for?'
Alberto ended the call with an ill tempered stab at his smart phone, then dropped it onto the seat beside him. He finished his glass in two swigs and gestured to his passenger for refill. The woman leaned closer and revealed herself. She was young and pretty with caramel skin and a low cut red dress; Melina. What had she been up to since we'd last seen her? Surely she was too classy for a prostitute, and yet too smart for an escort. Yes, there is a difference.
'Seems like the man who can have anything is having trouble getting what he wants,' she smiled, she had a voice like chocolate; both smooth and delicious.'Why are you in such a hurry to face Ambrose again?"
Melina relaxed into the seat beside him and filled his glass, without wasting so much as a drop, then proceeded to fill her own glass back up to the halfway mark. Alberto snorted, avoided the question and took another generous swig from his wine glass.
'Have I ever told you about Einstein's theory of insanity?'
Alberto didn't look interested, but she smiled into her glass and continued anyway.
'He would say that insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, and still expect a different result every time.'
Alberto turned on her, 'Are you trying to say that I'm insane?'
'Well I can't speak for Einstein but I certainly think he could be on to something, don't you?'
The Pride of Mexico looked at her, his face in a puzzle and his eyes hard and searching, 'I don't follow, elaborate for me.'
The woman smiled curtly, took a sip, and then obliged.
'The title wasn't on the line, so the only thing you're out to achieve is a sense of gratification. To prove you're better than him. If you keep doing that then nothing is going to change, you need to approach him from anther angle.'
She finished with another pull from her glass, then a few seconds passed where neither of them said anything. Maybe it was the brown eyes, cleavage, blood red lips or just the way she said it, but she Alberto's full attention. He reached for the bottle and finished his glass before turning to offer her more.
'Please,' she said sweetly.
'My pleasure,' he smiled impishly as he poured. 'So if I were to face Dean Ambrose again how would you recommend I do it?'
Melina clutched her glass and swirled it as she answered, 'Simple; do it for the title, and do it when he least expects or wants it.'
Alberto's face tensed as if he were unsure, but he pushed the thought aside and returned the bottle to it's cooler.
'I'm not saying it's a bad idea, but as you might have heard our esteemed champion is in the process of alluding me. How do you suggest I get him in the ring?'
'That's even easier,' and this she said so matter-of-factly she might as well asked for another dose of wine, 'you just have to win the Money In the Bank match. Once you win that you can challenge him any time, any place and you won't have to worry about actually having to beat him. Your reputation will be restored, with minimal effort, and you'll have a brand new World Championship to compliment that rather dashing Armani wardrobe of yours.'
Melina made sense, but just like last week there there was still one problem dogging Alberto's mind.
'What about Brock?' he said scrumptiously, as if trying to punch a hole in her plan.
'What about him? He can't watch Dean's back every night, one day he's not going to be there and that will be your chance to strike. It's all about picking the right moment, more or less.'
'More or less?'
Melina smiled, 'more or less.'
Alberto breathed in slowly, thought it over, then exhaled. He approached the idea in that same old meticulous manner in which he approached everything in his life. Cautious, but always erring on the edge of something madrigal. A fool would leap at this, but Alberto was no fool. He reached for his phone and shuffled through his call log to bring up the last dialled number. He pressed call and turned to Melina.
'I'll owe you one,' he smiled, and then the phone answered and he slipped back into his native Spanish.
'Yeah it's me again. I don't care what you're doing, stop it. I said stop it, screw the board of directors and screw Dean Ambrose. Get me the General Manager. Then get me the new one! I don't care who it is, you call them up and tell them Alberto Del Rio wants to be in the Money in the Bank match. Then you remind him of how persuasive I can be!'
Then he hung up and that was the last the cameras saw of him. So while Alberto relaxed and settled in for the last leg of his journey to tonight's show – in the company of Melina no less – his man on the inside was already at work. Money talked, and as Alberto discovered very quickly in his early ventures into professional wrestling, everyone had their price and, as of yet, he has never met a man he couldn't persuade. Less than half an hour later, the already scheduled singles match between Alberto Del Rio and Kyle O'Reilly carried the extra stipulation of sending the winner onto the Money in the Bank match. Melina would never know it, of course by next week she would have been sent on her way, but she'd given Alberto the seeds of a new and wonderful destiny. A destiny to become Mr Money in the Bank, and later: World Heavyweight Champion!
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Apr 29, 13 at 5:52pm ^re: Total Championship Wrestling: Roleplay Thread II
Jayson Anthony Paul
aka JTG
Current TCW Television Champion
Finshers: Black Panther (fall forward diving facebuster) | Renegade Neckbreak (spinning sitout sleeper slam)
Walking anxiously backstage, weaving around small clusters of performers and staff members conversing, Jayson Anthony Paul has a lot on his mind. Draped over his right shoulder is the TV Championship, the gold nameplate reading in full, "Jayson Anthony Paul." As he walks by staff members he has never met greet him, performers who have never given him the time of day before congratulate him. Some eyes move up and down to check him out, a jealous fire behind them. Most men would display the title proudly as they strutted around other wrestlers. JAP felt, however, that the title weighed him down.
Yeah, it is not obvious. Last week most of these people would not look at me. Now, they cannot get enough of me. Is this the perk of being the champion? People who do not really like you put up a facade and act like your best pal? I don't know how people stand it. Does this belt really mean that much to people? It is only a bit of metal painted with a carat or so of gold (because there is no way this is all real), and people really change the way they act around you when you are the one holding it? I just don't get it. I didn't even want this. How does it look coming into TCW, talking about how I am the kind of man people have wronged for so long, the one they have kept hidden backstage, and then have a title placed on me weeks later? How can I look at my brothers and my sisters in the crowd, tell them that I know their pain and I know what they go through, then be placed a few steps above them immediately? If this is some cunning plan to get me to keep quite, it will not work. That would be something Paul Heyman would do. I come out to insult his kind, using the truth as my firepower, and he tries to shut me up by shoving gold down my throat. It is not going to happen, I guarantee that.
Jayson Anthony stops mid thought as a man he has not seen in a while approaches him. Sheamus? It is. The Celtic Warrior walks straight towards him, smiling nicely but not sincerely. JAP smiles back as Sheamus starts to talk to him.
"Congratulations Jayson."
"Thank you Sheamus."
He has never called me by my first name before, so why is he starting now?
"I just wanted to say I can't wait to hear what you have to say next. I feel I can really connect to it."
Like hell you can!
"Thanks, but listen. I have to go prepare for my match tonight. Damien Sandow is getting his rematch for the title."
"Oh, no problem. See you around, Jayson."
Again with the first name basis!
"See you."
Sheamus stands in place for a few seconds, still smiling, before taking a few steps away while looking at Jayson. Soon he finally turns his head and leave JAP in peace.
What was that? Did he seriously just want to say hello? I bet he didn't even know my real name until last week. Bet he didn't even watch my promo the week before that. And what was the whole 'I feel I can really connect to it' BS? You were given title after title when you moved to the US, almost immediately when you stepped off the plane. Probably half of them were those suits feeling they had to have a British man on the roster with something around their waste. Is that what he meant? Is that...wait. Is he telling me the only reason I have this title is because I am a minority? I mean, Kofi isn't here yet, Wade Barrett just came back, and Cesaro and Santino have been fighting for the World Heavyweight Championship for months. Are their any other minorities on the roster? I think he might be right then. They don't want to shut me up; they want me to have some gold so the PR department can say the roster is diverse. Heyman isn't just an elitist asshole, but also a slightly racist asshole. I should be in title matches because I'm good, not because of my color. Giving me opportunities because of that just instills the idea that I am different. Could that really be the reason though? I just don't know. But...screw it. I've got the TV Title right now, and that is a victory. Just because I won it quickly doesn't make its meaning any difference. I got through the midcard and showed people that the man they shoved away can accomplish something. All I need to do is keep it tonight and see what they throw at me next.
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TRAVELOGUE: A Jam-Packed Day in Vicksburg, Mississippi
Vicksburg National Military Park by Brett Gover
It's 8:30 a.m. and I'm sitting in the pleasant, window-lined breakfast room of Anchuca, a pre-Civil War mansion in Vicksburg that is now an elegant B&B. I'm enjoying a great breakfast—Vidalia onion and ham quiche, cheese grits, thick-sliced country bacon, and a cup of fresh fruit—but there's a piece of paper in front of me that's making me a bit anxious.
It's a list of all of the things I'd to see and do today in Vicksburg, and it runs to some 30 items. There is, of course, Vicksburg National Military Park, the city's biggest draw. Then there are historic homes—more than a dozen of them. There are galleries, shops, and museums. There are parks and restaurants.
There's no way I'll be able to get to all of these places, but could I get to most of them?
Here goes.
* * *
9:15 a.m.: I arrive at the visitor center of Vicksburg National Military Park, which commemorates the 1863 Siege of Vicksburg, a turning point in the Civil War. The Vicksburg Convention and Visitors Bureau has arranged for me to have a two-hour guided tour of the park. I'm greeted by Gary Millett, who will be my guide.
As we drive along park roads that follow the Union and Confederate lines, Gary keeps up a running narrative, explaining the strategic importance of Vicksburg and recounting the momentous events of the spring and summer of 1863. His knowledge of the park and the siege seem encyclopedic. We stop frequently to look at sights such as cannons, trenches, historical markers, and monuments. When we swing through antebellum neighborhoods of Vicksburg, Gary describes how the town's increasingly desperate populace coped during those terrible 47 days.
The two-hour tour stretches to three hours, but this sprawling park deserves that much time.
When we arrive back at the visitor center, I thank Gary, then hop back in my car and head to my next destination.
The Tomato Place by Brett Gover
12:30 p.m.: I turn into the parking lot of The Tomato Place, which sits along U.S. 61 just south of Vicksburg. This ramshackle roadside spot is part produce stand, part café, and part craft gallery. I had stopped here yesterday evening on my way into Vicksburg, but it was just closing.
I browse among displays of vegetables and fruit from local farms and gardens, locally produced honey and sorghum, homemade jams and preserves, and boiled green peanuts. I chat with the owner, Luke Hughes, then take a seat in the small, colorfully painted dining room and enjoy a BLT, sweet potato fries, and a smoothie made from fresh blackberries and bananas.
1:45 p.m.: Back in Vicksburg, I stop at Navy Circle, a bluff-top spot offering a panoramic view of the Mississippi River and the two impressive bridges that cross it side-by-side. I meet a nice young couple from Belgium who are traveling from Memphis to New Orleans. I snap their picture and they snap mine.
2:05 p.m.: I arrive at Cedar Grove, one of Vicksburg's best-known antebellum mansions. (Like Anchuca, it's now a B&B.) It's been carefully restored and contains many original furnishings. I take a self-guided tour, wondering what it would be like to live in such a grand home.
Cannonball at Cedar Grove by Brett Gover
Afterwards, I stroll around the surrounding Garden District, checking out other historic homes such as Ahern's Belle of the Bends and The Corners. Then I remember something that I had meant to see in Cedar Grove. I return to the house and head straight to the parlor. There it is: a Union cannonball that has been lodged in the wall since the Civil War.
2:44 p.m.: A few blocks north of Cedar Grove, I make an unplanned stop at Solly's Hot Tamales. Several people I've met on this road trip have mentioned this venerable spot—it's been around for more than 50 years—and I'd like to sample the tamales. The problem is, I'm not the slightest bit hungry, since I finished lunch just over an hour ago. I decide to order a half-dozen and save them for later. (To read about my first taste of Mississippi hot tamales, click here.)
3:05 p.m.: I step into the H.C. Porter Gallery on Washington Street in downtown Vicksburg. Lauchlin Fields, the director of the gallery, explains how this well-known local artist uses photos, silk-screening, and acrylic paint to create her bold, brightly colored paintings of Mississippi people and places.
3:15 p.m.: I walk a block south and peer into the window of Yesterday's Children Antique Doll and Toy Museum. Dozens of old dolls stare back at me from their shelves. Since time is short, I decide not to go in.
Biedenharn Coca-Cola Museum by Brett Gover
3:17 p.m.: I cross the street and enter the Biedenharn Coca-Cola Museum, which occupies the former home of the Biedenharn Candy Company. Here, in 1894, Coca-Cola was bottled for the first time by Joe Biedenharn. The museum has some interesting old photos and bottling equipment, but most of the space is devoted to unexciting memorabilia such as old Coca-Cola trays, signs, bottles, and knick-knacks.
3:40 p.m.: A few doors south of the museum, I climb a flight of stairs to The Attic Gallery. Nearly every square inch of this funky place is filled with paintings, sculptures, pottery, and other art objects such as decorated lamps and birdhouses made of bottle caps. A harried but helpful employee explains that the gallery specializes in "outsider art"—that is, art created by self-taught artists.
I could spend hours looking around, but I suddenly remember that a museum I'd really like to visit closes at 4. Or is it 5? I scramble back down the stairs and race to my car.
4:10 p.m.: I arrive at the old Warren County Courthouse, a majestic 1858 Greek Revival building perched atop one of the highest hills in Vicksburg. It houses the Old Court House Museum, which, fortunately for me, stays open until 5 today. I take a quick tour of the museum, which is divided into a half dozen or so themed rooms. The highlight for me is the Confederate Room, which brings the Siege of Vicksburg to life through displays of Civil War uniforms, flags, correspondence, rifles, cannonballs, and shells.
4:55 p.m.: I drive a few blocks to the Duff Green Mansion, a stately Palladian-style home built in 1856 and now operating as a B&B. I walk up to steps to the porch, which is framed by intricate wrought-iron railings and columns. I'd like to see the inside of the mansion, but when I ring the doorbell no one answers.
Riverfront Murals by Brett Gover
5:10 p.m.: After a short drive back to downtown Vicksburg, I park on Levee Street, step across some railroad tracks, and walk along the concrete floodwall that contains the Vicksburg Riverfront Murals. The 32 murals portray key events, people, and places in the city's history. They're really nicely done.
I cross Levee Street and stroll through the Art Park at Catfish Row, a children's park that includes a playground, gardens, a splash fountain, murals painted by kids, and a colorful steamboat-themed play area. It's an inviting place, but right now it's deserted.
6:00 p.m.: I arrive back at Anchuca for a brief rest.
6:30 p.m.: Bill Seratt, the executive director of the Vicksburg Convention and Visitors Bureau, picks me up at Anchuca and we drive to Rusty's Riverfront Grill for dinner.
Bill is excellent company, and the food is great. After sharing appetizers of fried asparagus and fried green tomatoes, I have blackened flounder on salad, followed by a dessert of bread pudding with bourbon sauce.
8:30 p.m.: Bill drops me off at Anchuca. After being on the go for most of the past 12 hours, I'm exhausted. I collapse on my bed.
I try to relax, but I keep thinking there's something I've forgotten to do. And then it hits me: the tamales from Solly's—I never got around to trying them. They're sitting in a bag on the desk. Even though I'm full, I have a few bites. Wow, are they good.
After these last few tastes of Vicksburg, I'm finally ready to call it a day.—Brett Gover
For more photos from Vicksburg, visit our Flickr site.
Brett Gover


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LAKELAND, Fla. — Angel Pagan jogged along the first-base line at Joker Marchant Stadium, with Mets trainer Ray Ramirez. Pagan, the team's center fielder, felt his back was stiff after a long bus ride. After one at-bat against Detroit, his day was done.
Two hours away from this sunspot in Central Florida, the former center fielder of the Mets, Carlos Beltran, shuttled between a pair of minor-league games. He plowed through a marathon of lower-level pitching in the quest to sharpen his batting eye as Opening Day approaches.
The season begins in 10 days. Both players hope to be there that evening in Miami, but their paths are different. Beltran today took tentative steps forward. Pagan pulled back, with little incentive in risking his health.
"During the season, I could have played with it," Pagan said. "But there's no reason to get something bad out of it, maybe get hurt."
Then there is Beltran, who lives day to day with surgically-repaired knees.
The right knee underwent major surgery in January 2010. The left received a cortisone shot last week to combat tendinitis.
In his two games today, Beltran went 2-for-8 with a double and a homer. He required a pinch-runner after the double. He homered from the left side.
"I'm not concerned about what he really does offensively," manager Terry Collins said. "(As much as) the fact that each and every day, he feels as good as he does at the end of the day so that tomorrow, we can take another step forward."
Beltran has played once this spring, as a DH on March 5. Collins indicated that he did want Beltran to play in a major-league game again before the season began. But if the Mets hold Beltran out of Grapefruit League games, they could back-date his entry onto the disabled list. That means he would not be eligible until April 5, when the Mets open a series in Philadelphia.
That all will be determined in the near-future. Meanwhile, Beltran's teammates had a game to play Tuesday. They piled onto a pair of buses by 8 a.m. and headed west toward Lakeland. During the two-hour ride, Pagan squirmed in his seat.
"Those buses are not really comfortable," Pagan said. "But that's the way it is. You have to ride it and try to come over here and play a ballgame."
By the time he arrived, his back felt stiff. He dressed, took part in pregame drills, notched a single and then told Collins his back still barked. He headed to the clubhouse for treatment.
Collins pondered his options. One outfielder, Scott Hairston, had the day off. Another, Willie Harris, was in the designated hitter spot. So Collins turned to Bay, who last manned center in 2005 for 30 games with Pittsburgh.
Bay survived. He fielded both flyballs hit to him. His only complaint with the position is the constant running. That wears on him.
"Don't pencil me in on Opening Day," Bay said. "But I can do it in a pinch."
That likely won't be necessary. Pagan expected to resume regular workouts today. He was not supposed to play in the day's game against St. Louis anyway.
His only problem? A ride home.
"I have to take the bus back," Pagan said. "Hopefully, I can find a comfortable position."
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