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Post by Wade Mason on Aug 11, 2010 6:52:39 GMT -5
[Ladder Match Title Contendership] Camisado Vs. Aaron Rupp Vs. Alex Cage Vs. Russell Franchise Vs. Alistair Ambrosia
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Monday August 16th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Tuesday August 17th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: In one of the biggest matches in the history of TGW, 5 men will compete for a title shot. Taylor hasn't announce which contendership they are fighting for but it's all or nothing. No Limits is just two weeks away.
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Post by ambrosia on Aug 12, 2010 17:13:51 GMT -5
Today, a man called from Long Beach. He left a long message on the answering machine, mumbling and shouting, talking fast and slow, swearing and threatening to call the police, to have you arrested.
Today is the longest day of the year - but anymore, every day is.
The weather today is increasing concern followed by fullblown dread.
The man calling from Long Beach, he says his bathroom is missing. Except from Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk Miracles do not just happen.
Like anything else, a miracle needs a catalyst – a starting point. You can sit there and hope all you want but it will only get you so far. Every time one of these so called miracles takes place there are only a select few who are exposed to the events.
And that's exactly how I like it.
No, I'm not a doctor. Nor am I some sort of divine being that deserves praise. I simply supply miracles, not in the conventional sense I'm sure you are thinking of. I have the ability to give life, repay debt, or put your child through college.
You would think the nature of miracles is much more random but you'd be mistaken. Matter of fact; it is quite calculated. I know all the outcomes long before I offer any of my services. My miracles come only to those who can afford to pay.
The structure is not anything you haven't seen before. The great religions of the world follow the same business plan. Give us what we want; your time, money, life, what have you – and we'll give you whatever it is you want; hope, faith, something to believe in. This is what we do, but on a much more select level.
You could say we take advantage, but that would be over extending yourself just a little bit. We force no one, everyone we are involved with volunteers. No violence, no death; that isn't natural anyway. I deal with an open market on the black market.
Plus eliminating everyone I disagreed with would hurt business.
What is it exactly that I do, you ask?
I thought I made that quite clear. I am a business man who dabbles in the market for human organs, of course.
You could say I am more of the middle man in the whole arrangement, but I've become quite good at what I do and have been contracted by many different... Entrepreneurs - for the use of my services.
When you spend six years of your life in college working towards an MBA that lands you a job as the manager of Radio Shack, your perceptions are realigned ever so swiftly. We all dream of making a difference in the world, helping people, doing what we must because we can – and than you find yourself hawking cell phones at elder people and undesirables.
Is that really how you want to spend your life?
I didn't and I moved on. I took that first step that many people couldn't.
All it takes is getting over the fear of change. We all get caught up in our little world of repetition and get used to our day to day bullshit; advancement doesn't even cross our minds. Breaking free of that cycle is the first step, everything after is freedom.
Moving from one life stage to the next is merely the way life works. We cannot stay stagnant and be productive members of society in any other way. You go to school, get a job, and begin producing. You make a living for yourself and then stay put.
Progress halts. Why?
True potential is never reached and no one knows the difference. We tell ourselves we've accomplished everyone we ever wanted to and confuse happiness with complacency.
Not me. I've moved on to bigger and better things. I give the gift of life and I didn't even have to attend medical school. All it takes is wanting more but it seems that is too much to ask from most.
You've settled into a routine; maybe it's what you thought you always wanted – maybe it's what you were told you wanted – maybe you just don't know any better. All of these are possibilities as to why your contributions will be overlooked.
Clearly, you are not a mover or a shaker as they say. You just are. Whether it is stocking shelves at Wal-Mart, peddling life insurance door to door, or holding a stop sign in a "road work" zone. Maybe that is just your place in life and achieving something more isn't something you are capable of.
Society will tell you that it is okay to be a failure; it is okay to just be average. But in your heart, your mind – you know better. There is no pivotal moment; there is no spark that needs lighting. You either know it or you don't. Being able to open your mind to new and endless possibilities is a skill that may take years to acquire, but once you have – the world is yours.
As I mentioned; I am a miracle worker, although many would beg to differ. The perception of miracles has been the same since Hume blew science and religion up in his ramblings years ago, but because of people like me – the stories and myths rage on.
The connection we have with the term is all that matters; whatever you believe a miracle to be is solely for you to decide. I, however, have revealed to you the truth as to how some of these miracles take place. Acceptance and rejection are common place in my line of work; it is something I have become quite apathetic towards.
Whatever path you decide to stride is your own, I am just a messenger. My presence in TGW may seem absurd or even confusing to most. Why would someone such as me bother with something like wrestling? The question is one that is raised in ignorance, by those who fail to see the bigger picture. A picture that will become much clear in due time, I refuse to set myself up for failure so all proper precautions have been taken. TGW is just a way of securing my future if it comes to those drastic measures.
These are strange times we live in. Whether you look at it from an economical standpoint or socially, everything could be turned upside down at the drop of a hat. We must secure our own futures in industries that show strength in times of weakness, we must go forth with diligence.
My new employers understand the potential that I have and it shows. My first professional bout as an entertainer and it is for one of the most coveted prizes in the business.
A championship contendership.
With everything seeming to happen at whirlwind speed, I have yet to establish my in ring persona – and for what I apologize. The speed at which things work in this business is vastly different from what I am used to, but adaption is what I do. I specialize in it. Alistair Ambrosia will be a name everyone knows at record pace, I promise you this.
I can't pretend to know anything about the people I am involved with in my first match up. I can't say I've paid a whole lot of attention to any of them, I always seem to have my eye on the bigger prize – which none of them seem to possess. To my disadvantage it may be at the moment, but I am a fast learner.
As I said, adaption is key.
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Post by alexcage on Aug 15, 2010 23:47:58 GMT -5
Life Starts Now - Chapter One: Bitter Taste Just let me say one thing I've had enough You're selfish and sorry You'll never learn How to love As your world disassembles Better keep your head up Arriving in TGW, I didn’t think that I would get a match so soon. But to get thrown into a match that is for title contendership. I must’ve impressed someone in the front office. Or maybe my last name has impressed someone in the front office. But it doesn’t matter to me seeing as I’m going to make the impact that I was talking about.
But then again, I’m most likely seen as the underdog due to the fact that this is my first rodeo. But I’m not worried about that. My family is known for having extreme success in ladder matches. My cousin Jonathan was known for years as the king of the ladder match. And David, don’t get me started on what David’s crazy ass used to do when a ladder was brought into the mix.
As for me, I don’t know what exactly will happen the minute that bell rings and I get that first ladder shot to the face. The sight of my blood may drive me absolutely fucking bananas. Then again, it may send me into a tailspin of self-doubt. But we’ll have to see won’t we.
But for now, I have to get ready to step into the ring against the likes of Camisado, Aaron Rupp, the formerly suspended Russell Franchise, and Alistair Ambrosia. The first three men, I’d never saw before until last week when I was in the skybox watching Animosity. Then the other guy, I’ve never seen period.
Camisado, your reputation in TGW precedes you. I know that you are one of the greatest competitors that has ever stepped foot into the ring. But what’s going to be your downfall against me is that you’ve never seen me before. That is the biggest ex-factor in this contest with myself and Ambrosia. You guys have never seen us before until this match. So that right there will throw your game plan off just a bit. But that’s not going to stop you from trying to stop me now is it?
Just in case you guys didn’t notice, I’m seven foot fucking tall. All I need to do to win this match is step onto about three or four rungs on this ladder. That’s not high enough to hurt me if I fall. So if that was your strategy then I’ve got you beaten there. All I’ve got to say is…NEXT!!
As for Aaron Rupp, I’ve seen some good things about you. You got a win last week, but that was last week. This is a new day, a new time and some new opponents. So a win for you is not likely in your future this week. But you have the confidence going in so that’s going to provide you with a slight bit of momentum.
Of course that’ll end just as soon as it’s begun. Which is typical for a proverbial one hit wonder in this business. I’m not naming names here but they will be known soon enough.
Now as Swizz Beatz would say…on to the next one.
Wait, wasn’t Russell Franchise suspended? Yeah I do recall that he was suspended on the last episode of Animosity. So then why is he in this contest? Is this match supposed to make an example out of him or something.
Honestly, whose running this joint, Alli Taylor or Wade Mason? Because Taylor does one thing then Mason comes in and completely reverses shit. Kind of an issue if you ask me. But who am I kidding? I’m just happy to have a fucking job. So don’t sit there and quote me on the shit I’m saying because this is just mere observation.
Finally, Alistair Ambrosia. A man who, like me, is just coming into the company. To be honest, I have no clue who you are bro. And I don’t really care. You are in the same boat I’m in, you’re looking to make an impact in the company by winning this match.
But I hate to say this but you will not be on the winning end of this match. Because you and the rest of them have to deal with a seven foot tall mass known as Alex Cage. I will use my size to basically throw all of you around that fucking arena. Then I will be in the title contendership picture, and it doesn’t matter what title that will be. I will be a champion in TGW, that is a fucking promise.Your name, Your face is All you have left now Betrayed, disgraced You've been erased Alex sits in the living room of his mother’s house. He has returned home for a couple of days after getting settled in San Diego. In front of him is a bottle of water and sitting next to that is a bag of Cheetos Puffs. He’s always been a fan of what he calls “cheezy poofs.” “ALEX!” A female voice yells from the other end of the house. “YEAH MOM!!” Alex replies with a bit more volume. “COME HERE FOR A MOMENT?” Alex’s mother yells out. Alex stands up and stretches out for a moment. He walks into the kitchen and there’s his mother standing there with the phone in her hand. She’s shaking her head as if she can’t believe what she’s just heard. “I can’t believe you’re wrestling.” She says with a shaky sound in her voice. “Yeah, what’s the big deal about it?” Alex replies with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. “WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL!!! YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS HAVE GOTTEN HURT VERY SERIOUSLY DOING THIS!!” She yells. This is loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “I realize that, Mother. But that’s the risk you take by stepping into the ring. I’m willing to put my body on the line for something that I love to do.” Alex replies with some conviction in his voice. “Well, GO THEN!!! GO GET SEVERELY HURT THEN!” She yells in response to that as tears come to her eyes. Alex backs up a bit with some shock in his face. “Where is all this coming from?” He asks softly. She turns and walks away without answering his question. We hear her climb up the stairs and slam the door. Alex shrugs his shoulders and grabs his stuff. He walks out but sticks his head back in before shutting the door. He walks to his car and tosses his jacket in the front seat. He walks around but then stops before opening the door. He turns away from the car and vomits on to the street. He drops to a knee as he waits for his stomach to stop cramping. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” He thinks to himself as he gathers his bearings and opens the door. He climbs inside and grabs his drink. He takes a swig and cranks up the car. He speeds off leaving his mother with a bitter taste in her mouth after the heated exchange earlier. So long, so long I have erased you So long, so long I've wanted to waste you So long, so long I have erased you I have escaped The bitter taste of you
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Post by ambrosia on Aug 16, 2010 11:33:47 GMT -5
Even in the slaughter house of boyhood I was dimly aware that I should have some jolly, wink-eyed uncle or gramp with whom to share private jokes with and hatch terrorist outrages against the state.
Excerpt from Steve Aylett’s “Bigot Hall” I’ve walked these halls hundreds of times. Brightly lit, stained sterilized halls, you can’t tell one from another.
No one pays any mind to a suit; they just assume you’re an ambulance chaser looking for a pay day.
They aren’t far off.
The line I walk is one between life and death. I need death to sustain life. It is a difficult position to be in morally, but eventually – you stop worrying about it.
Every step I take is another towards a new beginning for someone. I only know the information that has been forwarded to my phone, digital age and all. It’s amazing how far we’ve come technologically.
As a society though, we’re still in the dark ages. That’s why it’s best that the doctors, nurses and administration assume I’m a lawyer.
Even the best lawyer couldn’t afford my outfits.
The room number I’m looking for is obsolete. With every room I pass I can sense death and I begin to wonder if I’m in the right area. It’s a sense you get after awhile, you just know. Every passing door is just a bleak look into oblivion. The bright halls seem to end right through the threshold of the rooms; stepping in is nothing but a dark ending to an empty past.
The walls seem to go on forever; door after door passes – each being no different than the last. I’ve stopped bothering to look in.
A few times I caught my glance shifting. Not at anything in particular, I doubt I’d see anything new and exciting I haven’t been privy too before. But just in general, maybe I was looking for a way out. Maybe I was looking for something new; maybe I was just bored.
I snapped back into it when I noticed the broken pattern of darkness along the wall. For some reason, I hesitated before walking into the light. It works the same every time but it felt different.
Doubt is not a part of this process.
I stepped into the light and as expected – nothing surprising. Bright room, machines making their respective noises, clean white sheets pulled up to the chin of what looks like a corpse.
His eyes seem unsure and the heart rate monitor begins beeping more rapidly once he realizes he is not alone. I’m who you sent for, I assure him.
His eyes unglazed momentarily and focus on me; a moment goes bye and the beeps slow.
I could see the tenseness fall from his body and his gaze strays back to the window. The view of the closed curtains must have been fascinating.
You or someone in charge of your life has requested the services of my employers, I remind the corpse. I am here to inform you that the arrangements have been made and we are ready to proceed.
I am here to save your life.
I reached into my back pocket and brought forth a neatly folded envelope. I took a step towards his resting place and opened the package and begin to read.
Senator So and So. Age: Fifty whatever Married: Unfortunately Diagnosis: Bad
Are you ready to start over, I ask. Are you ready to live a better life then you were previously?
His glare never left the curtains. He doesn’t have to listen to me, it is his money. He’s already been approved. He’s getting his life line. But it’s always fun to play the moral compass; we all like to think we are the end all.
I heard the heavy steps coming down the hall.
You’ll be transferred to a new hospital soon. You will be taken care of. You will keep your end of the bargain.
The footsteps were getting heavier, thudding through the hall. The person marching was too heavy to be a doctor or nurse, most likely the Senator’s henchmen.
My employers insist that you do not let the policy pass, this is vital – I remind him.
I thank him as I make my way out of his room and lightly bump into his henchman, who whispers something into his collar.
How odd.
I try not to overly concern myself with work.
In doing so, you hinder your ability to truly focus on what is important. For a long time I believed that money, power, and status were the most important aspects of life.
I don't think I'm wrong.
Our society praises those of us whom are perceived as powerful. We are the ones that are looked up to and begged for answers. We are the ones everyone strives to be like.
Whether it is intentional or unintentional that is the way we work as humans. We want to be the best, most powerful creatures in our domain. No matter which way you spin it; survival is in our blood.
I believe it would be fair to say that I allow myself to be in positions to watch people fight for their survival. There is something very primal about it that I cannot seem to stray from. Viewing a person fight to stay on top or to take the top position is something that everyone needs to watch.
Not just see, but watch.
It is truly inspiring to see how hard some individuals will fight to stay alive, stay on top, stay relevant. We all do it to some extent, but those deperate attempts are the most fascinating.
My life for survival is what has brought me to where I am today.
I've spent my time on this earth giving life to people who could afford it. I've watched the sickest people fight, literally, for every breath. Their money became irrelevant and they just wanted to live.
I had no control over those individuals. I simply had their cure.
Here, TGW, I have the opportunity to take someone elses survival into my own hands. I have control on how hard they have to work to survive and I'll have to do the same. It is no longer a one way street. I am not on the outside looking in.
I'm a part of it, I'm living it, I'm breathing it.
Just knowing that I will have to compete for my survival is a rush. One mistake and I could be finished. One mistake and everything can come crumbling down.
We like to pretend that the odds are always even, but they aren't.
I know that they are stacked against me for the most part, but I try to pay no attention to that. Distractions are not something I enjoy dealing with it. They aren't called distractions because they move us closer to a conclusion, after all.
When dealing with an entity such as TGW and the roster behind it; keeping focus is difficult. Moreso when you have to manage four other people in your first professional bout.
Four people talking "smack" days prior to us ever meeting, pretending that they have a clue of who you are; or not.
Generally, it seems to be more efficient to say you never heard of someone and call them "bro" than attempt to learn anything. Although, I am guilty as charged as well. The only difference is, I don't claim to have a clue.
I'm new here. I don't know anyone and thats fine. I don't need to pretend. I don't need to do research. I have people to do that for me. I'll know what I need to know when the time comes.
When you are as "green" as I seem to be, verbal wars are the last thing you should be worrying about. I've studied the subject enough to know that participants get lost in the jumble of these verbal lashings and lose focus.
It is a distraction.
We can't have that.
I'm here for my own survival and to end everyones elses. Whatever it takes, by any means neccessary. I can't be bothered with silly back and forths. I'll leave that to the children.
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Post by ruppy on Aug 16, 2010 16:23:51 GMT -5
Aaron Rupp Journal Entry Sunday, August 15, 2010
Things have really been looking up for me as of late, and I'm happy to say that since I was going through a bit of a rough stretch over the past little while or so regarding the wrestling business. I've been on a roll in SCW, I'm turning myself around in Hardkore World, and most recently I won my very first match in TGW. Some people might see no point in me being in numerous companies, but I feel it just adds to the challenge of proving yourself. Besides, I'm still pretty young despite being having about five years or so of experience under my belt at this point. I'll have plenty of time later in my career to dedicate all my focus towards one company in particular. It might be foolish of me to say that, but I haven't faltered too badly yet in dividing my focus.
I have to say one thing about True Glory Wrestling... it's an interesting little company. It's on the rise and attracting more new faces every day, and it has a roster full of a combination of seasoned wrestling veterans (myself included) and new blood looking to make an impact right away. But I can't help but worry. TGW may have somewhat of a small roster right now, but I can't keep my mind off the possibility of such a roster falling prey to the curse of egotism and letting this company die from suffocation because of it. There are those who are destroying this company without even knowing it, all because they are more concerned with how successful they can be and how deep they can immerse themselves in their own little worlds built by their arrogance. There are also those who know full well that their actions are destroying this company, and yet they continue on with their actions because that's exactly what they hope to achieve.
I speak for many when I say that I'm getting sick and tired of all this pointless destruction. Many great and powerful wrestling organizations out there have fallen because the egos went unchecked for far too long and ultimately caused that company to lose everything it had. Fans don't want to sit and watch people go on and on about their accomplishments, past or present, or how great they are or claim to be. They spend their hard-earned money to watch us entertain them and give them a slow to never forget. They pay for honest competition, not the ramblings of a group of self-centered assholes. It saddens me to watch as fans stop attending shows or watching us on TV all because they got fed up with wanting to see competition and instead getting a bunch of people who abuse the rules and talk on and on about how unstoppable they supposedly are. I refuse to let TGW suffer this fate, and that is why I have taken it upon myself to become TGW's Liberation force. I am willing to do whatever it takes to ensure that TGW does not suffer the same fate as many other wrestling companies out there. I know that there are a few people on the roster who I can confirm are good, honest people. With them, I hope to have a respectful match should we meet someday. But for the rest, I have no choice but to march right into their ego-created worlds and drag them back out into reality by force.
It's amazing how passionate someone can become when they find something they're willing to fight for at all costs, isn't it? This is a cause I'm truly dedicated towards, and I'm willing to put my body on the line day after day to ensure that TGW remains safe without fear of dying at the hands of overinflated egos. But I also have to remember that my life doesn't revolve completely around wrestling, no matter how much I love the business and only want to help protect it. I got so involved in my passionate writings about my mission that I'd almost forgotten that today is an important day for me that doesn't have anything to do with wrestling. See, when I was in high school I played on the soccer team for all four years. I wasn't the best player out there, but I had the most heart. In some respects, I can thank the game of soccer for preparing me to bring my heart and "never say die" attitude to the world of wrestling. Tonight is Huron High School's annual Alumni Game, where this year's soccer team plays a friendly game against soccer alumni from past years. I've been training myself not only for my upcoming wrestling matches, but also for this game. Sadly, I had to miss it last year because the game fell on a night where I had to compete on pay-per-view. But this year, I'm able to attend the game and play. Some may not think it to be a smart idea on my part, since I also have two shows I need to wrestle on for two different companies in a few days' time, but I usually go above and beyond when I'm training anyway and still show up to fight in great shape and fully conditioned. I consider this another workout to prepare me for my upcoming matches, especially the Ladder Match I have in TGW since soccer will help me stay light on my feet and prepare me for dealing with a very large number of people at one time.
And with that, I need to end things off here and start getting ready for said game. Otherwise, I'm going to be late. Wish me luck! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- McCormick Middle School... behind it lay the soccer field that was home to the Huron Tigers high school soccer team. The soccer program may not have been as popular as Huron's highly prestigious football program, but it still had a large following that always attracted quite a bit of people. Tonight was the night of the annual Alumni Game, a yearly tradition where this year's soccer team woul play a friendly scrimmage against HHS graduates who were a part of the soccer program years prior. The game never had any profound impact on the Tigers, but it was always a game played for pride. The soccer team was always looking to prove that they could beat some of the best who had worn their very jerseys years before, and the alumni were always looking to show exactly why they were the best of their times.
There was a half hour until gametime, and preparations were already in full swing when Aaron pulled in to the parking lot. The 2010 Huron soccer team was already in the middle of their usual warm-up drills on one side of the field, while the other side of the field saw various soccer alumni getting stretched out or just taking shots at an empty goal. Aaron got out of his car and took a deep breath, mentally focusing as he walked through the gate and started heading over to the alumni team's bench, his bag slung over his shoulder. A few of the alumni had taken notice and waved to him, a gesture that Aaron returned. Aaron got to the bench and set his bag behind it before he took to stretching out himself. He had no need to get changed into his soccer gear for this game, as he had worn it on the way up. He was wearing long white and red socks that had his shin guards on underneath, his old pair of black and white Nike soccer cleats, a pair of black Nike athletic shorts, and a t-shirt he had designed himself specifically to wear for this game. The shirt was black and had a soccer ball with a green 'R' over it on the left side of the chest on the front of the shirt and 'RUPPY' along with the number '42' on the back in green lettering.“Ruppy!”Aaron turned his head to see the head coach of Huron's soccer team and a Huron soccer alumni himself, Matt Asher, approaching him. Aaron couldn't help but smile as he shook Asher's hand while continuing his stretching.“I'm so glad you could make it this year.”“Thanks Matt. I'm glad my schedule was free enough this year that I could come. I hated having to miss last year.”“Don't sweat it. You're a professional wrestler now, so it's to expecd that you have a loaded schedule.”Aaron chuckled a bit.“Yeah, I guess you're right.”Asher gently patted Aaron on the shoulder.“It's good to see you here Aaron. Just don't get hurt out there. I know how bad that would be for your career.”Aaron chuckled and nodded as Asher returned to his team to make sure they were staying on-task. Aaron finished his stretches and jogged out to join the rest of the alumni in shooting at the empty net. He gave high fives to a few of his old teammates before he stopped to trap a ball that had been passed to him. He looked to see who made the pass and found one of the other alumni dribbling another ball over towards him. Aaron couldn't help but smile at the sight of this particular person. His name was Andy Thompson, and many viewed him as one of the best soccer players to have ever come through Huron. Aaron, however, saw him as much more. Andy had been Aaron's mentor and the best friend he ever had. Aaron would even go so far as to call Andy the older brother he never had, a perfect description of how close the two were. Andy stopped next to Aaron as the two exchanged high fives.“Nice to see you again Ruppy.”“It's great to see you too Andy.”“How's the life of a pro wrestler treating you, man?”“Pretty good thus far. How's being in the Coast Guard working out?”“Good, good...”The two paused in their conversation to take sumultaneous shots at the goal, both balls easily sailing into the empty net. Aaron and Andy turned to face each other again.“You know, I worry about you Andy. I mean... the whole Coast Guard thing...”“Hey, I worry about you too. You know wrestling's a dangerous sport. I've seen some of the more violent matches. And you're here when you should probably be resting those legs to be able to climb a ladder in a few days.”Aaron chuckled a bit as he playfully slugged Andy in the shoulder, a gesture that Andy would return. One of the other alumni kicked a ball out to the two of them, and Andy trapped it.“Just like old times, huh Andy?”“Yeah. Say, why don't we see if your footwork's gotten any better since you started wrestling?”“Why not? I'm sure the Coast Guard's slowed your footwork down a bit.”“Wanna bet?”Aaron and Andy proceeded to go into a one-on-one with one another for the next few minutes. This was exactly what Aaron felt he needed... a couple of hours of being in the past would take his mind off the pressure that his next few matches would bring. By the time he got around to setting up a camera and addressing everyone, he'd be relaxed and more focused than before. But for now, it was time to have some fun and enjoy something he hadn't done in a while...------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Five men… one opportunity… it’s as simple as that…”The scene opens to find Aaron Rupp out in his backyard this time, the sun bright in the clear blue sky overhead. Aaron is dressed in red athletic shorts with three white stripes down each side and the Adidas logo on the bottom of the front of the left leg of the shorts as well as the same white Huron Soccer t-shirt we saw him wearing the last time he was on-camera. His emerald eyes are hidden behind a pair of blue mirrored Fossil sunglasses. Probably the most interesting thing to note here is that Rupp isn’t just standing around out back. Oh no… he’s sitting on top of a ladder that he’s set up outside. It’s pretty easy to tell that he’s in the right frame of mind for a Ladder Match as he sits up there with a small smile on his face.“Well, my first Animosity is in the books, and I can happily say that I have started my TGW career off with a win. It’s a shame that to do so I had to ruin Camisado’s return, but I warned him that if he focused too much on simply trying to take out AJ Adams that I would make him pay for forgetting about me. And that’s exactly what happened… Camisado planted Adams and tried to pin him, but ignored my presence and paid for it when I kicked him in the back of the head and scored the pinfall myself. I apologize that things had to turn out that way Camisado, but I gave you the warning and you failed to heed it, so you really have no one but yourself to blame. But look on the bright side… you have a huge opportunity in front of you for this upcoming Animosity. Then again… so do I. And so do three other men, two of whom are new to TGW just like me and are making their debuts. We’re all fighting for the same thing: a title shot for TGW’s upcoming No Limits show. And as if five men all fighting for the same opportunity wasn’t enough, a ladder has been introduced to the equation to make things a little more interesting. You really can’t make it any more simple than hanging a briefcase with a title shot high above the ring and letting five men fight it out to see who will be able to reach the top first and claim the reward.”Aaron lets out a sigh.“To be honest, I don’t think I deserve this opportunity. This just seems like management’s way of throwing everybody on the roster together just so they can find who is the most willing to try and fill a vacant champion slot. I’d have much rather earned this opportunity by proving myself a lot more than just winning one match, even if that match saw me defeat a TGW alumni and a former TGW Champion. But I’ll just take the ball and run with it here, I guess. I really don’t have much of a choice since this match has been booked and I can’t just back out because I’d have liked to do more before being given a title opportunity like this. Besides, I do love a challenge, and this is definitely a fitting challenge for what will only be my second match here in TGW. And I know the fans are definitely going to enjoy this match.”That smile returns to Aaron’s face again.“I think it’s time that I took a look at the four men I’ll be fighting against to see who can reach the top first. And I believe that it’s only fitting that I begin with Camisado, since he’s the most familiar name to me out of all my opponents here. I’ll give you credit Camisado, you definitely showed last Animosity why you are a TGW veteran and should be taken seriously. Despite the outcome of our match, you gave a pretty good performance out there. However, I can’t say that I was amused by what you had to say… or rather, the lack of what you really had to say… to both AJ Adams and myself last time around. You were acting as though you’d already won our match and were just recovering from having a very premature victory celebration. Didn’t I warn you not to underestimate me? And you had the nerve to claim that I was the one underestimating you? I’m sorry Camisado, but you allowed yourself to be blinded by ego before the battle had even begun, and it led you to believing that I wouldn’t be ready for you when Animosity came around. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that I was more than prepared for that triple threat, considering that I was the one who had my hand raised in victory when all was set and done. Am I right? Hopefully you can screw your head on straight this time around, because I’ve made my mission here in TGW perfectly clear, and if you’re going to continue allowing ego to blind you and lead you to believe that you’ve won the battle before it’s even begun, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to knock some sense into you the same way I did the first time.”Aaron freely swings his legs, letting his heels bang softly against one of the ladder rungs. He takes a deep breath before moving on to the next opponent.“Next, I turn my attention to Russell Franchise, and I have to question the reasons behind your actions a few weeks ago. I looked back at the tapes while studying up for this match and saw that you got a warning from Miss Taylor about attacking ‘Jester’ Chad Allen outside of a match, and yet you did it anyway and got suspended for a week because of it. Answer me something, Franchise… are you familiar with the old Dutch proverb ‘The tree of revenge does not carry fruit’? I’m doubting it, since the only things you seem to know would be stuff you picked up on the street. Basically, you made a foolish move by deciding to attack Allen even after you were warned not to. I know that you have some kind of issue with the guy, but this is really where you would’ve been better off using your head for once. What did you get out of that attack? All you got was a one week suspension, and Allen wasn’t hurt bad enough by your attack to have made it worthwhile. Do you honestly believe that it was worth it? Sadly, I wouldn’t doubt it if you answered ‘yes’ to that, because all you really have going for you is a big mouth that never seems to stay shut and claims of being on your ‘A’ Game all the time. I know the fans seem to like you, but it’s easy for them to get behind someone who has a lot of charisma and not much else going for them. Unfortunately for you, I can see right through that little façade of yours. Beneath all that charisma lies a cocky competitor who is fueled by ego and the desire to try and make it big by any means necessary. You just try to hide it because you don’t want the fans to reject you if they knew that you were truly just another competitor on an ego trip. I hate to break it to you Franchise, but not even your supposed ‘A’ Game is going to be enough to save you when that bell rings. I know what you really are, and I’m going to both expose you to those fans so they know the truth, as well as turn out the lights on your ego so that the fans will hopefully continue to like you once you realize that yelling nonstop and simply making empty claims of being the best isn’t working for you.”Aaron slowly shakes his head. He really didn’t want to try and go the route he did, but he knew that it was for the best regarding the fans if they realized that they were cheering for someone they would normally hate just because he had managed to do a good job of hiding his true colors. He couldn’t help but sigh as he gathered up his thoughts and moved on.“Two names are left on the list, and they both happen to be guys who are making their TGW debuts this week. Now… before I get into addressing you guys individually, I want to be the first to give both of you a respectful welcome. I know that I’m still new around here myself, but I’m a veteran of this sport and I know that being new and having such a major opportunity right off the bat can be a bit nerve-wrecking. Sadly, this is where my hospitality must come to an end, because this goes back to the point I made earlier about what this match really is. Management just gathered up a bunch of guys from the roster who didn’t already earn a title shot, no matter how much time they had spent here, and threw them all into one high stakes match to find one last person to throw into running to fill the vacant champion slots. From a personal standpoint, I feel that our two newcomers have the least reason out of anyone to be involved here. I don’t mean to be disrespectful guys, but it just seems to me like you guys just got handed a huge opportunity right off the bat without having to do a single thing to earn it, and that just annoys me. And before anyone gets on my case, I’ve already mentioned that I don’t believe I should be in this match either since I’ve only had one TGW match thus far. Sadly, this is the way that the cards were dealt, and I’m just going to have to make the best of it. One thing I will say, though, is that I’m going to make damn sure that if either of you new guys does end up winning, then you’ll have to walk through Hell itself to earn this win, because I’m not about to just sit back and let someone who’s untested and unproven just walk off with a free ride to the top of this company.”Ruppy pauses and takes another deep breath, trying to calm himself and refocus his thoughts after going off for a moment there. He clears his throat a bit before continuing on.“Now that I got that off my chest, let’s go a little more in-depth with the new guys, shall we? I think I’ll start with Alistair Ambrosia, since he intrigues me more out of the remaining two names. You’re a pretty mysterious fellow, aren’t you Alistair? You’re speaking as though you were giving everybody a philosophy lesson about life, and you’re also trying to justify that you truly have a place in this match because of your potential. Sorry, but I’m not going to buy that without having seen anything yet. Besides, you’ve given enough hints to allow me to see that you’re no different than most of the new blood that enters this business, and that’s a shame. You made a mistake in admitting that you have not only failed to pay attention to your opponents here, but you’re also more focused on the prizes itself rather than the warriors you’ll have to conquer in order to reach that prize. If what happened to Camisado last Animosity when he failed to heed my warnings was any indication, then I’m afraid you’re just setting yourself up for a major fall Alistair. One thing that most people who face me know better than to do is to look past me. It doesn’t matter how talented you are, what advantages you have, or how confident you are in yourself… when you face me, you had better be focused on your opposition if you plan on winning, because I’m the one person in the fight that everyone knows better than to count out. You may call yourself ‘Immortal,’ but I’ve called myself the same in the past and know from experience that nobody is immortal and nothing lasts forever. You’re just going to have to come to understand that when you look up from the canvas and find that you’re not the one sitting atop the ladder holding a title shot high above your head in triumph.”There was a small smile on Aaron’s face now. There was only one person left to address, and Aaron was looking forward to this one.“Last, but most certainly not least, is ‘The Jackal’ Alex Cage. Why did I decide to save you for now Alex? It’s quite simple… you embody everything that I vowed to eliminate from this business, especially since you’re new here. You came out talking about how you’re new here but you’re already getting a chance to rise to the top, where you think you belong. I hate to bring you back to reality here Alex, but that’s not how the world works. Yes, you have the opportunity to get yourself a title shot in only your first match here, but as I’ve said already it’s not because you’ve impressed anybody before you’ve even wrestled one match. This chance was just handed to you for being a part of the roster despite not having debuted yet, and you’re just going to strut around acting like TGW management gave it to you because they believe you’re the future of this company. It doesn’t matter that you’ve had family members who competed in this business before you, because a preceding family legacy doesn’t always mean that you can just pick up where they left off and expect to build upon it. For all anyone knows, you may not actually be cut out for this business and you’re just trying to ignore that fact in hopes that your family name is all you’ll ever need. You’ve already let it go to your head, seeing as how you have the audacity to call me a ‘one hit wonder’ in this business. Really? If someone who’s wrestled for about five years now and won quite a few titles over the course of those years is a one hit wonder, then you really need to take the time to think before you speak the next time you get in front of a camera. Sorry Alex, but you’ve been talking out of your ass this whole time, and now you’ll have to pay the consequences. I don’t care that your family legacy includes wrestlers who were successful in Ladder Matches, because that doesn’t mean you’ll be any good at them. And size isn’t everything, because I’ve faced my fair share of 7 footers in my career and I’ve taken them down when they thought all they would need to do is just throw me around. For everything you think is going to give you an easy win here Cage, I’m going to show you otherwise. Consider your inevitable failure a learning experience for the next time you get a possible title shot.”Aaron folds his arms across his chest, feeling happy with the words he’s spoken as he prepares to wrap things up.“Guys, I know that this match is just to give one last person a title shot because TGW needs to fill its vacancies rather than because any of us have truly earned this chance. But despite that, know that I’m going to step into that ring ready to show all of you how much heart and determination I have. This match isn’t about winning a title shot for me… no, it’s about making sure that someone who actually respects this business and what it stands for will be fighting for a championship at No Limits. For that reason alone, I will put it all on the line to make sure that I’m the one standing atop the ladder when that bell rings. For those fans… for the good of TGW… I must win this match. I know that none of you understand that, but it’s just something you’ll have to come to accept.”Fade to black.
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Post by Russell Francis on Aug 16, 2010 21:16:05 GMT -5
Russell Franchise: Come on! Let's do this!
Franchise: Guys, what are you doing out there? Get physical with it!
Franchise: What are you doing out there?
Franchise walks onto the sunny field with shades and some comfy shorts! He turns to the coach on the sidelines with a whistle. After he gets into his stance, he nods his head, which causes the coach to blow his whistle.
Upon the powerful blare, Franchise runs from his previous stance, knocks down an offensive tackle and aims straight for the quarterback left unprotected in the backfield. Luckly for the quarterback (1) Russell Franchise wasn't wearing pads, (2) the quarterback was wearing the red jersey which mean he was untouchable, and (3) Russell was in a good mood! He lets off the quarterback with a simple slap on the helmet and the play is called dead!
Franchise: You see, guys, don't be afraid to get physical on the line! On defense, you have to be quick and deliberate. If you let the offensive tackle get too busy with you, you've probably let the quarterback score on a 25 yard bomb. Last year, you guys done that too damn much! Now, let's do it again and this time with meaning!
As the result of going against what Alli Taylor had told him not to do, which is attacking Jester Chad Allen after his match, Franchise was suspended from wrestling on last week's Animosity. While some would take the time off as a learning lesson or a vacation to a tropical beach, Franchise decided his efforts were best served at the Carolina Panthers Training Camp in Spartanburg, SC.
Since being drafted by the Panthers a couple of years back, Franchise has made the trip to Wofford University every year. Nowadays, he comes in as a special consultant to the Defensive Coordinator (nice title, comes with some perks and a nice paycheck at the end of the 6 weeks training camp) Usually, he would come on a Thursday and give the defense a crash course in the 4-3 or 3-4 defensive setup, but with the week off, Franchise devoted the whole week to evaluating the strengths and weakness of every position. After scrimmages with the offense, he often would teach defensive and offensive players alike moves he's learned in professional wrestling. Plus, the fans (Panthers and Wrestling fans alike) made a B-Line to Franchise when autograph time came up. Franchise would make sure that every fan who came to him had a special memory, regardless if its a autograph, a picture, or simply a handshake!
As Franchise wrapped up his second to last practice with the team, he gathered his defense squad together in a circle!
Franchise: Guys, you are doing great! I'm seeing some great hustle out there. But I need you guys to remember something! There are a lot of superstars among you! Each and every one of you has something to bring to the Carolina Panthers! But it's best to play as a team than as an individual. Now, I'm busting my ass in the TGW trying to become the TGW Champion and then the NWA World Champion! I gotta do the shit on my on! I can't rely on anybody else other than me! If I win the title, it's going to be because of my talents and my abilities. This is different for you guys! You are 11 men on the field playing for Carolina. You can't be an one man army! NO ONE MAN CAN BE HIS OWN ISLAND!!! Nobody has ever won the Lambardi Trophy on his own merit. It took a whole team effort! Now remember that! You had an OK season last year, but this is the year to make some noise! YOU PLAY LIKE 11, YOU'LL WIN AS 11! Now, good practice! Let's bring it together!
Franchise leads the team in a short group chant and then makes his way to the refreshment tent as the team starts their cool-down stretches. On his way, he runs into the Defensive Coordinator!
Defensive Coordinator: That was one hell of a talk! You sure you don't want to go into coaching right now! The money is solid!
Franchise: Man, I still have some fight in me. It's not time to settle down quite yet! I still have some things to do.
Franchise walks into his personal RV he brought all the way from San Diego! With the driver asleep in his own room, Franchise is quite content with playing the newest Madden 11 on his TV. However, he's shocked when he sees the hired help, Rob the Cameraman, playing on his system!
Franchise: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
Rob drops the controller in shock and looks into Franchise's eyes much like a deer looking into car lights! Franchise turns and looks into the TV screen!
Franchise: Rob, what do I always tell you! If you're going to play on my system, you never play as the Falcons, DAMNIT! Shit, you got the Falcons beating the Panthers by 28?! We all know that shit ain't right! Get your camera and do your job, you Jabroni!
Franchise picks up the the controller and restarts the game and tries to make up for his Panthers! Rob, fumbling around in his bag, pulls out his camera and begins to shoot Franchise as he's playing his game.
Franchise: Wassup Guys! It's your boy! I know you guys missed me last week! And to be honest, I'm kinda sad about it! What made Alli Taylor make last week Title Consideration week at the old OK Corral! You know, this makes me sad that I had to attack The Jester! But you know what, I'm really not! You see, Jester Chad Allen can think that he runs this show we call True Glory Wrestling! He can think that he'll become the NWA World Champion as well! But, I'm sorry! I don't think it's fair that Alli Taylor gets to decide who gets a shot at the World Title! The fact of the matter, Jester Chad Allen might be good, but there are way better people who can represent TGW to the world! Let's start with yours truly! I'm the CONSTANT of TGW! I'm the first thing that pops into people's head when they think about TGW! Jester Chad Allen is something that pops in my mind when I think about things that give people diarhea!
Then, you follow it up, Natelie Burrows still beats your ass in the process! Alli Taylor, you're a HORRIBLE owner! If I was you, (and I'm kinda thankful I'm not you, a terrible judge of talent) I would let the young kid represent TGW in the Tournament! She's got more talent in her pinkie than most of the terrible trash you been throwing here! And speaking of throwing down....
Franchise bears down on the controller as he throws a 56 yard pass on the Madden game with Jimmy Clausen for the Panthers!
...That's what I'm talking about! Nobody wants to give this boy credit! Jimmy Clausen will be the FUTURE of the Carolina Panthers! I've seen it first hand! It will happen! But you know who also doesn't get credit, me! Yeah, I get it! I missed a week because of a bone headed decision! But I got a 5 man dance for a possible title shot at the TGW Title and my four opponents probably feel like I'm not going to be in the best shape to win it all! I gotta tell you the same thing I tell everybody: when you doubt me, I'm bound to shock you beyond your wildest imagination. Look, I've been ready for a shot like this since Wade started this federation back up. I want to be the first TGW superstar to have won the TGW Volitionary Championship and the TGW Championship! And when I set a goal, I don't stop until the goal has been met! That means even if I gotta pin each...and every one of these guys...I will show Alli Taylor why I deserve a shot at the TGW CHAMPIONSHIP!!
First of all, I don't like rookies believing that they can make it to the top after just one match! And that's the vibe I'm getting from Alistair Ambrosia. Look, I've spent the last year trying to get another shot at the TGW Title! It's been a painful, painful year! And I don't plan on having your cocky ass getting to the main event without paying the dues! If anybody is going to represent True Glory Wrestling, it's got to be a person who know what TGW means! Truly sir, you don't know why the wrestlers in the back do what they do! But, if you want a quick crash course, I'll be happy to give it to you! Alistair, I'm about to do to you what they do in the NFL: Rookie Hazing! And I'm not going to make you cut your hair into a penis shape or have you carry my jock strap around the town! I'm going to make you realize that you've made a huge terrible mistake thinking you could just run the show on your second match! Alistair, get ready to move to the back of the line and shine my boots! It's time for you to learn why The A Game is known as the greatest teacher in the land!
Alex Cage, the 7-foot-giant, you show up and you think you can run the show too! I'm sad that you, of all people, have never gotten to see the A Game in action! I mean, I could send you some DVDs of my prior matches or you could have called me and asked me how I work the ring and such! Hell, there's a locker room full of people that have taken me on and know what I'm capable of! I gotta say, your preparation for our match is very very sketch! But as they say, you'll never know what you're in store for until you actually face it! And here's what I'll bring to the table, Alex! I'm going to chop you down to 4 feet tall and just ride your ass like The Lone Ranger! They say pride comes before the fall! Remember that after I Franchise Tag you back to the ground on Tuesday Night!
Aaron Rupp, or may I say, A-Ruppy! You know, on second thought, let's just call you Ruppy the Puppy! You're telling me the same thing everybody else says about me! "Franchise, you're on a massive ego trip! Franchise, you just say shit to get the crowd interested in what you have to say!" Ruppy, you're here for a few weeks and you do the classic freshman mistake: YOU DECIDE TO TRY TO PISS ME OFF! And it's worked! So, Ruppy the Cute Adorable Puppy, you want to tell me I made a bad decision 2 weeks ago! Well, Alli made a terrible decision for you, you're paired up with 3 angry pitbulls and the top dog himself, THE A-GAME! Ruppy, let's get down to business! You have no right even contemplating a title shot! The soon you learn this, the quicker you can heal from the Asswhooping I'm going to put on you! I promise you, I'm about to take you on a ride crazier than an Ego Trip! Hell, I'm taking you on a ride that would put the Magic School Bus to shame! Ruppy, it's time for you to find out that the road to the top of the TGW is blocked by just one man: Russell Franchise!
Finally, a true competitor comes out of the woodwork! Camisado, probably the craziest man in all of wrestling, with moves that would put Ron Jeremy to shame, returns to True Glory Wrestling. Of course, we both did our time in ESW and we've been around! We've both cut our teeth and did our time on the road and probably shared the same room once in a blue moon! But, never before, and possibly never again, have I, The A-Game and Camisado been against each other in the same ring! Truly fans, you are about to see classic wrestling from me and Cami! But don't get it twisted Camisado! I know you're going to bring it hard and I'm going to bring it hard! We both want the top spot in the company. But Camisado, I've done my time here to know that I truly deserve the title shot! Now, you can contest me all I want! But if I have to use the Blowout to take you out, I won't be scared to do it! You know how much I want that title!
Right now, I'm putting everybody on notice! If you want a shot at either the Volitionary Title or TGW Title, the road goes through me! You can do one of three things: PIN ME, MAKE ME TAP, OR FALL TO THE TAG! If you can't do one of the first two, you don't deserve to make it to NO LIMITS for a championship! And Alli, when I win the match, you know that the only title I want is a shot at the TGW CHAMPIONSHIP!
So, let me make this short and sweet! Alistair, Cage, Ruppy the Orphaned Ugly Puppy, and the great Camisado, YOU BRING THE PAIN TO THE RING, AND I'LL BRING.........THE A GAME!!!!!!!!
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