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Post by Wade Mason on Nov 17, 2009 15:03:44 GMT -5
[Battle Royal Championship Scramble Qualifying Match] TGW Roster
Limit: 1 Each Maximum Final Deadline: Sunday November 22nd at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: The 4th and final spot in the Championship Scramble match at Onslaught will be decided in a battle royal against whoever wants to put their hat in the mix.*Anyone can rp for this match. The winner will take the 4th spot in the title match at Onslaught.
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Post by frenchy on Nov 18, 2009 17:41:25 GMT -5
I did not join the revolution to kill people, to kill the nation. Look at me now. Am I a savage person? My conscience is clear… [/color] FRENCH MONTANA "FIX UR MOTHERFUCKIN' FACE MAN, LOOK AT THESE CHIMPANZIES... BUNCHA FUCKIN' MONKEYS !!!!”[/b] : He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god. : Newark...Docks by the airport. Two lefts, a right... Fifteen feet to the west. The scratching noise from rubbing nylon is present as Pusher resumes collecting select items into two large black duffle bags. French, visibly annoyed, has been 'enlightening' Pusher on the recent happenings while flipping through TGW Online's roster on his laptop. The computer is viciously griped in his angered hand as he flips through the portfolios. [/color] "...Like there's really a difference . The inept officials. The deficient collection of stooges on the roster...The resemblances are remarkably parallel. But I must admit, I've seen an ever so slight glimmer among the True Glory...cesspool.
Hi Jake." *smirks* "Not now..." *chuckling* " Down boy... down ."Pusher pants with his tongue out like a dog. A smirk slowly appearing on his mug, causing French to lose all focus and break out laughing. Pusher follows suit. French regains his composure and throws the laptop just past Pusher's head, resulting in a loud crash and debris flying everywhere. Push didn't flinch, but his demeanor returned quickly as French pierces his eyes at him. ...It now is announced that there is a fourth spot open in the Championship Scramble match at Onslaught. The way there is through a battle royal, against who-the-fuck-ever decides to actually show up, come November twenty-third. Pusher looks at him in a unique understanding. French eases his look and begins to walk around the office area, located within the large metal structure, in search of other items that will also go into the duffle bags. As he paces to and fro, he continues... ”How convenient, Mason decides to throw a screw ball on a three-two count in the bottom of the ninth, when his fastball hasn’t been over the plate all night. He’s gonna blow it. Then we’ll be able to watch as he sulks off the field, out of the stadium and into the lonely abyss. After yet another example of a failing operation, the dismal performance of your hired stripes, you follow up with a last ditch effort to restore order…You open the door for an all out war. A revolution breeds on the grounds of war. Exactly the sign of the times I was looking for, even though it’s a lot earlier then I expected. We must not miss an opportunity to capitalize on the phallic stimulated owner of True Glory…Seize the moment, and we will usher in the new world order, if you will. Another step towards the inevitable movement of order in which the mighty fall, and the weak are prey. The blind sighted are all targets, all are victims and no one will be spared. Products of their own ineptitudes and inability to appreciate the glory of the vision. But the more the days pass by it is obvious that something is going on ‘behind the curtain’. No, not some radical conspiracy theory frothing from the mouth of a ‘sad man outside of an abortion clinic, holding up a white picket sign, calling people sinners and claiming to be the saint’…”*laughing* ”…Oh that guy gets me. He has punch lines like the punches from a present day Mohammad Ali.” *slowing to a chuckle* ”I can see your shit coming like a Greg Maddox fastball. You have a long way to go boy.
So, I welcome the battles on two fronts come Animosity.”*Sigh* “But then again, that also welcomes the calamiodty that is spreading across True Glory, like the H1N1 virus is across the nation. It seems that even though people claim to be of sound mind and speak so, so eloquently during promos, suddenly turn degenerate when the lights of Animosity shine. …The best of what’s in this business, with a box of shit on his head?...Well, it’s not that uncommon to see a Philadelphian covered in shit.” *chuckling* “Anyway, a U.P.S. man, a drunk, and a void in his own mind, standing around watching a grown man gargle shit. That’s our representation of True Glory? …Then upon finally getting to the ring, we have Wade Mason financed officiating who haven’t got a single day of training under their belts involved in the main event? The fuckin’ Champ clown that couldn’t show last week, barely shows this week and loses his title due to a drug test? My question is, how do you manage to be taking performance-enhancing drugs…and STILL lose? You’re fuckin’ pathetic. You’re the rotting cunt of Charlotte. A dumb jock who is the prime example of why kids should stay and finish school instead of jumping to the pros…When it all falls down, you’re left being a ‘tard that can’t even cheat and win. And with catch phrases like…” *in a surfer voice tone* “I’ll bring the A game, bro” *normal tone* “…You are insignificant, but it still is a good thing to point out to ya. If at first you don’t succeed, find out what the loser gets…Francis.”: All the world loves a hilarious loser : Frenchy zips up a duffle bag and tosses it into Pusher’s waiting arms. Pusher turns and leaves the office, duffle in hand. Grey t-shirt with green lettering reading “Cocaine Revolution”, black jeans and boots.[/color] ”…If I have to degrade my intelligence by watching yet another ten minutes of Norton chasing his own tail waiting for that she-man to show, I’m just gonna aim for my temple and pull the fucking trigger…Gladly. How about you two go grab Reina, and the three of you can go play pin the tail on the Jack-ass. You all belong on the ‘Paternity Test’ episodes of Maury. Take the rest of Blacklist with you. There IS a reason why to this point, I refuse to address you as a group.
I mean…look at you. You all are a spectacle…and not in a good way.
A collection of the top in this sport but, can’t accomplish or achieve anything. You clearly have the numbers advantage, yet, as a whole can’t even cause a ripple in this cesspool…Sure, Canada is fun to visit, but you don’t wanna live there. …I’m sure the World Title belt has the same feeling. It’s better than Mexico, but the only thing good about Canada is the free health care. Yet, our ‘Champion’ is native to that soil. Must have been a huge accomplishment to surprise the last dull jewel in True Glory’s crown, and magically have a sanctioned match to your advantage. Then you actually WEAR the belt like you ‘did it’? I will applaud you Teresa, you have no moral scope. You enjoy going for the low blow.” *chuckling* “…You are good at what you do. However, what I do know is, the conniving schemer will face the sword. Pretty soon you’ll have more on your plate then tag matches and bouts with…” *surfer tone* “The A game, bro! ” *normal tone* ”…I’ve watched you…Your time will come. You will fall.”: A fall does not necessarily include an impending defeat. : Push returns to the office, grabs the other duffle bag and retreats back through the doors. [/color] ”…Backing down isn’t in my DNA. I wasn’t born with it. I don’t breed it. If I have to be the first in, or last called I will not back down from anyone or anything thing inside that battle royal. I will show the rest of you miscreants exactly why you’re following the blind. With your vision obscured, you can’t find the right path to glory, or fight in the revolution. Within my own strength I will be victorious in my triple threat match…then stroll right back down to the ring and become the fourth participant in the Championship Scramble at Onslaught. It’s not my challenge. I encourage and forward all rage, hate, and anger towards the master of you puppets…Wade Mason. Once again, calling ALL losers, superheroes, ‘wrestling legends’, side shows, and last but never forgotten…women.
A war with the gods isn’t a favorable out come. AMEN”TO BE CONTINUED…
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Post by Russell Francis on Nov 22, 2009 20:14:51 GMT -5
Franchise: You know, everybody who comes down the TGW pipeline dreams several dreams. They dream that one day, they will lead fans to root for them and give them the respect they have been looking for.
Some dream of the day that they can bounce back from their past and show the world what they are made of.
And then, you have a few that actually get the opportunity to live out their dream and lead the TGW as the World's Champion!
I've come close to living the dream. I've lived as close as you could get. I came into the TGW an unknown and destroyed everybody in site. I went undefeated for more than 2 months. Then, I claimed the TGW Volitionary Title, the most unique title you can get to before you hit the World's Title, and believe me, that was the sweet life! I held on to that title longer than any World Champion has held onto their title. I was living the life! I had everything on a sliver platter, but as everybody knows, when you get complacent, that's when all the troubles you been trying to avoid come out of the closet!
The worst part about the downfall...I didn't get pinned in the middle of the ring, or tap out to a submission....what cost me my title was a sip of a water bottle. That sip, mixed in with a random drug test, cost me everything. And you can try your hardest to convince people that you didn't know what drugs they are talking about, but to them, you're just another juiced up former athlete trying to look for an edge to keep what little of your dignity you have left!
I can come out here and say that I didn't know the drugs were in my system, which I can honestly say...don't trust me, hook me up to a lie detector. But what good will that do? Most of the people in the back just look at me as a big black joke. They view my attempts to get the crowd on my side as a sideshow. Like I'm the black John Cena, looking to get the magical 12-17 year old boys demo for the company to succeed in merchandise sales!
I got guys like "Frency", a former failed band leader who watched Fight Club 35 times thinking he could magically turn into Tyler Durden with the clicking of his heels, calling me the cunt of Charlotte!
First of all son, Charlotte loves me! Whether I did do drugs or not, the people of Charlotte love me and knows that I wouldn't do anything to bring them down! That's out of respect.
But "Frency", the gayest name I could every hear in my life, you probably get that from all the guys you kiss after they whoop your ass, you are the problem. You see, I've been whooping people asses all my life, and all I get is that they are nobodies! I hear it from every slack ass in the back that thinks their better or cooler than me! They look at me as a black man who "wants to please Massah" by putting on a minstrel show every damn week, say a catchphrase, and collect my check at the end of the day! What French Gay, Teresa, Wade Mason, and every other punk in the back forgets is that I'm a huge black man that will kick your ass all god damn day and all god damn night!
Really Frenchy, we are supposed to take YOU seriously? Mister Underground Fighting Champion! My bad, you're the Jersey Fight Club Champion! What, you had to fight the lard asses and wannabe guidos and mafia heads to get that title? All you gotta do is beat 5 overweight schmoes to get what...a $100 gift certificate to Dunkin Donuts and a free reach around from the loser in the back. I've beaten guys in streets, steel cages, bathrooms, and any other place you can find for a REAL TITLE!
But, you want a shot at a real title that only belongs to REAL CHAMPIONS! Well, how about this! After I get finished with the World's Champion, I'll come down to the ring and I'll face any other joke or wannabe that feels like they can carry True Glory Wrestling! Frenchy, I want you to be there, because, all the shit talking you been talking STOPS MONDAY NIGHT!
I'm not on the roids! I got my own independent testing and it says I'm good to go! But I'll be on something that nobody can stop! I'll be on my "A" Game! And, shit, make all the jokes the world has always made about my nickname, but Frenchy, you can bank on me when I say that my 'A' Game is unstoppable by any human means! Frenchy, the shit ends MONDAY NIGHT!
And to anybody who wants to make jokes on my expense, anybody from the TGW locker room, any unused running joke from The Blacklist, hell, even you Wade Mason, if you want to make an example out of me, come on, what do you have to lose? Then again, you got to ask yourself afterwards as I'm destroying you, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!?
Frenchy, bring your ass to the ring, and let the 'A' Game do the rest!
For the fans I've let down the past couple of weeks, I apologize to you for doing what others have done! You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you guys! I'll always say that you are the reason I go out and put on a good show all the time! But now is the time that the world sees what happens when the people fuck around with Russell Franchise!
Oh, by the way, when it comes to me being the next TGW World's Champion, as my favorite actor says...
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