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Post by .::Beauty::. on Oct 7, 2010 3:04:46 GMT -5
[NWA TV Championship] Eric Bruce© Vs. Leo Hayden
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Monday October 11th 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Tuesday October 12th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by .::Beauty::. on Oct 7, 2010 3:17:56 GMT -5
Eric Bruce's First Roleplay:
“I'm sorry babe! Come on, don't do that... Don't!”
:: A Door slams shut. ::
“God Dammit!”
:: Eric Bruce is standing outside of his apartment, wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs and beating on the door. ::
Eric: “Suzy! I'm sorry! Can I at least have my cell phone?!?”
:: An old lady from down the hall opens her door, she looks like Mrs. Howell from Gilligans Island, and is staring at Eric with a look in her eyes that she probably hasn't had since Eisenhower was in office. ::
Eric: “SUZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
:: The door suddenly opens and Suzy barges out with a pair of Louis Vuitton luggage bags. She is wearing a pair of sweat pants and a very flattering tank top. Eric looks at her as she's leaving, knowing that it's either follow her out to the street in his underwear, or go inside and wait for her to cool down, he makes the typical, uneducated choice, and follows her. ::
Eric: “Suzy, wait! Where are you going?”
:: He follows her to the elevator, where she, of course gets right in. Any other time, you gotta wait for the son of a bitch for 2 and a half hours, but today, when that could be valuable talk time, the mother fucker is right there waiting.. The elevator closes behind her, and Eric is once again left with a choice: To sprint down the stairs, and hopefully catch her before she gets in her car and leaves, or go back to his apartment, and sort out where things stand. ::
Eric: “Fuuuuuuuck.”
:: He looks at the door, and eventually makes the smart decision, and walks back to his apartment. He walks in, looks around and grabs his cell phone. ::
Eric: “Suzy, I know you pushed Ignore... Can we talk about this?”
:: Eric hangs up the phone and throws it at the couch. ::
Eric: “FUCK!”
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:: The scene opens up and we see Eric Bruce sitting in a pair of black sweat pants, wearing an open Minnesota Twins baseball jersey, and a Kelley Green Minnesota Twins hat with a white logo. The television behind Eric is showing replays of Roy Halladay's amazing no hitter in his first ever post-season appearance. Eric has bags under his eyes and looks like he hasn't slept. He stares into the camera with an intense look in his eyes. Beside him on either side are his NWA World Television Championship and his MCW Mid-South Heavyweight Championship belt, sitting on end tables. He is just staring blankly into the camera, when suddenly, he opens his mouth, no words come out. He closes his mouth, and shakes his head, as if to say: not yet. He glares even longer at the camera, as if he's trying to tell a story with his eyes... The fiery determination, that doesn't tell the story of a man who is beaten. That tells a story of a man who is ready to take on the world. ::
Eric: “I have run through every. single. roadblock. that the NWA has put in front of me. I'd be lying if I were to say that it hasn't taken a toll on me. I would be lying, if I said that my professional and personal life have taken a bit of a hit, due to the insane touring schedule that I have had since winning my belt. You know what though? It's worth it. If I am to achieve the goals that I have set for myself in this business, then everything has to come after wrestling.”
:: Eric smiles a little bit, you can tell that one of his goals has been achieved. He is the the NWA World Television Champion, and he won the belt on his first attempt, unlike so many that have tried. ::
Eric: “The next bump in the road on my path to achieving all of my goals is this... scrub, who calls himself “The Insane One”... Jesus Christ man, you couldn't come up with anything a little more original than that? I mean, that's almost as original as calling yourself Psycho. Look, you know god damned well that it's a stupid name. So from here on out, I'm referring to you as douchey. Okay? Okay. Listen douchey, I know that you go out there and you try to prove how hardcore you are, by hitting your opponents over the head with anything that you can find laying around the house, but what you have gotten yourself into now, well, it's a bit different. You see, what I do in the wrestling ring, and what you do in the wrestling ring, they are on polar opposite sides of the spectrum. I, am a technical mastermind. You, are a hardcore spot monkey with no idea what psychology means, you just go through the motions, hitting people in the head with chairs and ring steps and anything else you can get your hands on.”
:: Eric puts a hand up to his mouth, and covers it, as if he has said something that he shouldn't have. It doesn't stop him though, as he removes his hand and you can see the cocky smirk that has formed on his face. ::
Eric: “You know what, I may have already said more than most people want me to, but it's okay. I only have a little bit more to get off my chest. You see, I hear all of you people boo me. Night in and night out, it is nothing but a barrage of jeers and curse words. You know what though, I am fine with that. But don't trick yourselves into thinking that you'd be happy if I lost. We all know that at the end of the night, when you walk out the door, you're talking about the great match that you just witnessed, you are talking about how Eric Bruce was in the match of the night. You are talking about how amazing that finish was. You see, the only reason you allow yourselves to boo me, is because you all know that deep down inside, you are not, and will never be me. You won't allow yourself to cheer for me, because you will then have to admit that you are living vicariously through me. Just think about that.”
:: Eric stands up and walks out of the shot as the scene fades to black. ::
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Post by Andy on Oct 9, 2010 16:10:59 GMT -5
Recently our hero, has gone through a couple rough weeks. Things viewed in his eyes seem to be in the dusk gray of doom and gloom. A lose here and there, a little humility, and some bloodshed never hurt anyone. Sure our hero has a slightly enlarged ego, but he works in the wrestling business he kind of has too. Anyways, we must start a new future for all.
This week we don’t hold its time for no regrets, holding nothing back. To start a new life maybe a new possession is required; something that says that our hero is better than the entire TGW and NWA rosters. This could cause some turmoil that our lives all need to feed upon. It’s when we have turmoil that causes all to think, do we find things good in our hearts. Without someone like our Hero Leo Hayden then how are we supposed to live a truly happy life? He brings us the pain, and drama of living in a world of suffering; when he stops we will all live happily throughout the rest of our lives. We owe it all to a man willing to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of others.
We join our hero walking down the street; the street lamps keep his path safe as he walks. He is smoking his cigarette as usual as he continues to walk towards the camera head down. He lifts his head up and notices the cameras; he looks back down shakes his head and keeps on walking forward past them. The camera stays with him as he keeps on walking. He takes another drag off of his cigarette and turns his head back over his shoulder.
Leo Hayden how do you guys always find me? Listen I’m just on a walk to get Alice some ice cream, she was complaining I never do anything nice and I know it’s 2:34AM sometimes you just have to shut your mouth and do what your told before a bigger problem creates itself. You know how it goes right? Oi why do I even talk to you, your life is following me around. Don’t you get tired of holding that camera ever? Don’t you have a social life or do you just live through me?
Leo shakes his head takes another drag...is now finished with his cigarette, he flicks into the street and keeps walking.
Fuck dude do you ever stop! Can’t a man just go get some ice cream for someone at 2:37 in the morning in peace? Is it your job to be a god damn paparazzi on me twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, Shit man. O it is, I’m sorry I’ll try to stay at my house more often instead. Okay, okay don’t cry I’m sorry, hey remember I took you to North Carolina that was fun right? We got really wasted and had a blast, we played boggle with Russell’s mom, remember that? Man you were bad ass at boggle.
Leo stops, contemplates…Checks his phone
O shit its almost outside assault time! Only like 3 days away, I have a match there. Granted it’s against the NWA Television champion but should be all right. I’m still in good shape after last week’s match with Aj. My body is meant to take on a beating so should be rock solid again by Tuesday no problem. All right dude, I need you to stop filming its getting annoying talking to the camera. Tell you what you turn it off and I’ll buy you a bomb pop, deal?
The camera cuts out to black.
Our scene returns with the Hero Leo Hayden, sitting on the front curb of the local convenient mart eating a snickers ice cream bar.
Leo Hayden Right so now that I have a week off from TGW’s CONSTANT disappointment week after week. I get to compete with NWA’s TV champion Eric Bruce. Now Eric has all ready said a few things about me; good for him. I mean calling me out on a nickname I don’t even use, one a few fans toss around here and there. You will never hear me call myself “THE INSANE ONE” I mean come on I’m not crazy or insane. Nicknames are given to people, not made up by the person that’s why they are nicknames. Now, you have bestowed upon me a new one douche…douchey you know because you are so intelligent in coming up with a great new nickname for me. You described me in one word, didn’t need 3 or four, or hell even a compound word. I would of appreciated some effort in a compound word like CuntCrusher, or McCrappypants, or you could always alliterate that’s fun too. Like Eric Bruce the Best ball busting beast! You know…sorry just some thoughts tossed around. Whatever….
Eric Bruce, you talk about how busy it is to be a champion in so many places. So strenuous on you I’m sure, now my schedule here at TGW pretty light. When you come to work here at Talentless Glory Wrestling, you end up having a steady paycheck for very little work. I can take a little bit of the load off, take that Television title off your hands, and lighten up that stress your building up. You know…stress is the number one killer buddy.
Then again you have worse things to worry about killing you this week than stress. You have me in the ring. Now, I have faced guys like you. I am technical I am a wrestler blah blah blah, I get that statement more than anyone would know. I do have wrestling ability, though most seem to think I don’t. Why would I sign up to be a professional wrestler if I couldn’t wrestle? Sure, I enjoy swinging a chair as well as the next person, and I do pride myself on being a bit of a hardcore spot monkey yes. Well just remember monkeys have four times the strength of a man. This little hardcore spot monkey will rip you in half.
Why do I throw my in ring abilities away for those little hardcore spots. Well I enjoy watching people suffer. I think Eric, and feel free to correct me if I am wrong it’s totally cool, you are anticipating a quick match you know come in throw me on the ground throw me in a hold have me tap out. Me on the other hand I’ll be setting this up to be a little bit more in depth. See I don’t like the idea of us getting in there, handshaking and you leaving as the television champion. My ideal match this upcoming Tuesday at Outside Assault is more along the lines of me beating you down, watching you beg the referee to stop the match, your friends family all running down to the ring throwing in a white towel for you. As I hold your bloody face up for all to see, what will happen when you cross me.
You see, I believe that having you suffer now will create everlasting happiness inside of you. You see I am just trying to get you to smile. It’s just one of those great things that I give to my opponents. See you suffer now, and you realize how good your life is when you are not in the ring with someone like me. I am someone who takes pleasure knowing that I am creating a better person inside of you Eric. That’s all my life has been for, helping assholes like yourself become better people inside; I have taken on the burden of being the bad guy in all situations to help create a better society for all. The world needs a true villain and why not me?
I don’t like to hide from anyone, I won’t bring the smoke and mirrors, and I’ll leave it all at home. I’ll come in that ring a man on a mission, ready to wrestle with what you claim yourself to be technical mastermind. I am excited; it’s about the three hundred forty second time wrestling a self proclaimed technical mastermind. Now, I didn’t beat them all, I have some experience in well defeating guys like you.
Well…I know that you are suiting up for our match, and lifting some weights or whatever, that’s cool…hopefully you stay up at night dreaming of things to come. How you want to make history even if it’s just for an hour after our little event. Well…See you in the ring…Good Luck.
Fade out [/b]
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Post by ericbruce on Oct 10, 2010 22:25:52 GMT -5
(OOC Note: It is known that Eric was arrested, exact details are unknown, anything not in between the breaks is off camera. Sorry for this, just wanted to make sure there's no continuity issues.)
:: The sunlight pours into the seemingly empty hotel room. The sound of a shower running can be heard in the background. ::
“Suzy, you just about done in there?”
:: Eric Bruce walks out of the closet wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt that says “When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold” down the front under a black sport-coat. The shower cuts off and moments later Eric's girlfriend, Suzy Williams, emerges from the hotel bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Eric looks away from the mirror that he was using to brush his teeth, and just stares at his girlfriend, awestruck. Her beauty radiates throughout the room. ::
Suzy: “Did you need the bathroom?”
Eric: “I... uhm... I... No, I didn't. You should really get dressed, we have reservations in an hour.”
:: Suzy walks through the room, running her hand over Eric's chest and then exits into another room of the Hotel Suite, presumably to get dressed. ::
Eric: “Holy shit, this could be a very, very interesting evening.”
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:: The scene opens up as we see Eric Bruce standing on a pier wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a black sport-coat over the top of a t-shirt. He has his NWA World Television Championship belt draped over his shoulder. The sun is setting in the background, as Eric is staring out over the seemingly endless Pacific Ocean. You can hear the sound of waves faintly hitting the shore in the background. ::
Eric: “Nights like tonight are what makes me realize just how truly gifted I am. I mean, how many other people can you find who are sitting here in San Diego, staring out over the Pacific Ocean, on the company dime?”
:: Eric turns around, and leans back against the pier, the sole camera light is shining brightly off of the highly polished gold of his NWA World Television Championship belt. Eric's face is illuminated and the bags that were under his eyes the last time we saw him are now gone. He has the look of a completely refreshed man. ::
Eric: “Leo Hayden, I have to admit, I was a bit presumptuous when I first heard that I was facing you. I presumed, for example, that you were a well educated man, who just happened to love fighting in a manner that is hardcore and less than respectable to grapplers such as myself, or the other 2/3rds of the NWA who left the mid nineties behind us in, well, the mid-nineties. I also presumed that you were aware that when you step into the ring with the National Wrestling Alliance World Television Champion, that you need to check that hardcore bullshit at the door.”
:: A cocky grin crosses Eric's face. ::
Eric: “You see, Leonardo, since the match is sanctioned by the National Wrestling Alliance, it will be just a straight up wrestling match. Now, since I'm sure your brain has been scrambled by a few too many trash cans to the head, let me explain the rules to you. There are count outs. If you hit me with a chair, or any other kind of foreign object for that matter, you WILL be disqualified and I WILL be declared the winner, and still NWA World Television Champion.”
:: The grin dissipates. ::
Eric: “Look, Leo, I don't know you from any other random jobber whom I have encountered since I won this belt. I read the info that is supplied to me, and I take my strategy from that and maybe watching a couple of your matches. I don't know if you have the faintest of actual wrestling ability. What I do know, is that I am confident in my ability to be able to soundly defeat you on the mat. I know, blah blah blah, this guy thinks he's the best pure wrestler ever, guys like me are a dime a dozen, right? Well, my friend, that is where you are dead.. fucking.. wrong. You see, there are a lot of self-proclaimed technical masterminds in the professional wrestling industry, but there is only ONE National Wrestling Alliance WORLD Television Champion. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner date to get to.”
:: The scene fades to black as Eric walks towards the camera. ::
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Eric: “Thanks for waiting babe. I needed to get that done before I could relax.”
:: Suzy sighs audibly. She is now dressed in a tight fitting, and low cut, red dress. Her long, black hair is tied back tightly and she is staring at Eric, with a somewhat perturbed look on her face. ::
Eric: “Hey, I gotta pay the bills, right? Now I promise, no more wrestling for the night, just you and me. Let's go for a walk on the beach, or some other romantic comedy cliché activity.”
Suzy: “You promise, no more wrestling for the rest of the trip?”
Eric: “Well, until the match, yeah.”
Suzy: “What match?”
Eric: “My Title match, you know, the whole reason we came to San Diego.”
Suzy: “I thought we came here to celebrate our 3 month anniversary...”
Eric: “Well, that's why we came early. I have to defend my title next week in True Glory Wrestling.”
Suzy: “God Dammit, I knew there was something else to it!”
Eric: “Whoa, calm down.”
Suzy: “No, Eric! I won't calm down! I'm sick and tired of you bringing me all these places, saying that it is for one reason, only to realize that you have to go and get beaten bloody by some random guy every single time!”
Eric: “Look, you knew I was a wrestler when we met. I told you before we got serious that there was a hectic schedule involved!”
:: Suzy slaps Eric and begins walking away, he grabs her by the arm and turns her around. ::
Suzy: “Let go of me!”
:: Suzy begins slapping Eric in the chest, pushing at him to let go of her, he finally does and then she turns and stands screaming at him, tears running down her face, her perfectly applied makeup now looks like a complete mess. ::
Suzy: “I'M DONE WITH THIS! I'M DONE WITH YOU! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SECOND FIDDLE TO THAT!”
:: She points at the NWA Television Title belt draped over his shoulder. ::
Suzy: “I AM DONE WITH YOU! I'M GETTING BACK ON THE FIRST FLIGHT BACK TO MINNESOTA TOMORROW!”
Eric: “Look, Suzy, don't do this. Come on, let's just go back to the hotel and let you chill out.”
:: She grabs the title belt from Eric's shoulder and throws it at him. He grabs it just as it is about to slide off of the pier and into the ocean. He turns back and notices that she is now walking away. He grabs the belt and walks after her, he catches her just as they reach the street and he grabs her by the arm, once again. ::
Eric: “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?”
Suzy: “LET THE FUCK GO OF ME! WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO FUCK SOME RANDOM WHORE HERE IN SAN DIEGO LIKE YOU HAVE EVERYWHERE ELSE YOU'VE BEEN GOING?!?”
Eric: “Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? You know for a god damn fact that I have NOT been with anyone but you. You have gone with me everywhere I've gone except for New York!”
Suzy: “JUST LET ME GO!”
:: Just then an unmarked police car pulls up, and we see an officer get out of the car and walk up, with his hand on his service firearm. ::
Officer: “Sir, let go of the lady.”
:: Eric follows the police officer's orders and lets go. He then looks straight at Suzy. ::
Eric: “You know what, fuck it. You're right Suzy, this shit isn't going to work for me. I'm done too, you can go and FUCK yourself. I haven't been with ANYONE but you for the past 3 months, but if you want me to, I will go and put Wilt fucking Chamberlin to shame with the amount of pussy I'm gonna be pulling now. Go fuck yourself.”
:: This is the straw that breaks the camels back, Suzy breaks down into an uncontrollable crying rage and sits on the sidewalk. The police officer rushes to her side as Eric turns around and begins walking down the street. The officer is looking over Suzy quickly while Eric walks away. He sees what he is looking for and stands up, following Eric. ::
Officer: “Stop! Don't move.”
:: Confused, Eric turns around and looks to see the officer walking up to him at a quick pace. Once the officer gets up to him, he turns Eric around and pushes him against the storefront of a busy restaurant. ::
Officer: “You are under arrest for domestic abuse. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?”
Eric: “What the Fu... Fuck it, Yeah, take me away.”
:: The officer handcuffs Eric and grabs his television title belt from off the ground as he puts him into the unmarked car and takes him away. ::
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Post by Andy on Oct 12, 2010 17:10:19 GMT -5
Today our hero finds himself in great excitement for his big match. Outside Assault is going to be a crazy night that will be full of laugh and joy for our hero. He plans on going through hell to become the NWA TV champion. Allowing Eric Bruce to pick up the easy win is not an option in the mind of our hero. We won’t know what happens until Outside Assault. We join our hero at his favorite place bar in the world. Chucky Cheeze...because he loves beating kids at DDR when he gets to intoxicated. So now we join him at the bar, wear 19 year old Isabella hands our hero a beer. He chugs it down, and looks out at the bunches of kids. He turns back around and looks at Isabella. Leo Hayden How do you stand these kids all day?
Isabella I needed a job so I just do it.
Leo Hayden Right, but the only reason to be here is to prove to those kids they will never be good at anything.
Isabella I guess how I surivie is I get you coming in here causing these kids to cry and that brings a smile to my face. I hate refilling their soda glasses every 4 seconds. When they are crying, it means their parents start paying attention to the little bastards. Why do you come here?
Leo Hayden eh, grab a beer…mess with people. I love watching children cry makes my day.
Isabella Well, most guys that are here are either looking for slutty MILFs, or a pedophile.
I am neither one of those; I am here because I want to enlighten all the kids at an early age. I want them all to know that pain is real, their birthday parties aren’t that important in the long run of things. I hate people that celebrate their birthday for 2 weeks straight. I think it’s stupid. So if I torment on a day like this it so it might detour them from having parties when they get older. Plus, I just miss arcades you can’t find them anywhere anymore.
Isabella you ever tried Dave and Busters?
What? What is that?
It’s the adult version of this. I work there as a hostess every Friday.
What!? Damn it, I’ve been coming here to play fucking Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles week after week to beat it, and rock some skiball and I could of have been doing that in a real bar?
Yeah, here is the address.
Damn it…week after week I have been stopped by police to check my car for any missing children; I could have skipped all of that.
Yeah well, you should stop by there sometime instead.
All right then, well I should get out of here before I get arrested for nothing again. Thanks Isabella, I will come by your other work on Friday now that I know about it. Have a good night.
Leo throws down a tip and walks out scene fades.
We open back up to our hero, chilling on his porch with our awesome camera man in his face once again.
Leo Hayden Eric Bruce you run your mouth over and over and over again. It’s quite upsetting. I am getting tired of it tell you the truth. At least this time you had the courtesy to keep it short. I will do the same for your, Outside Assault, you come in and assault me. That’s awesome right? Well the sad fact is this is the Alamo. You might think you have gotten in but TGW has a lot more gunpowder to hold you off even more. So please keep on shooting me down, because we will stand our ground and take you out. I understand you have your problems I have mine as well, so I won’t bring up that problem again.
I know you think I’m just some broken hardcore spot monkey, but Tuesday I go into the ring with you and prove that I am like a mother fucking transformer more than meets the eye. Yeah I used it, go 1980s. Now, that I used my pop culture reference of the day, I say that I will evolve in that ring. You will see a man you thought had no real talent turn into a wrestling genius.
I have been developing my whole life for moments like these. Where I have a chance to reshape the future by taking things away from people; and have a chance to recreate them in a new way. There won’t be any issues for you after this Eric. You will just be able to sit around and be happy with your mediocre life. You can be happy with who you want to be happy with, and not worry about those schedules. Tonight, don’t worry we wrestle to show us who’s the best man on NWA Television and we show the world what real wrestling is all about. I can’t wait to step into the ring with you Eric Bruce and show you that I am no Laughing Matter.
*fade to black* [/b]
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