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Post by Wade Mason on Jan 26, 2010 15:36:35 GMT -5
[Elimination Match] Livewire Vs. Billy Tallent Vs. Oleandar White Vs. Jac Morgan
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday January 30th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday January 31st at 11:59pm EST
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Post by livewire on Jan 28, 2010 17:40:40 GMT -5
"Vol. 1: Ghetto Cyrano"
The Playaz: "Livewire" - Weezy Baby (Don't forget the "F") "Pretty Ricky Primo" - Mark "Dirty" Sanchez "Jose Cortez/J.C. Stubz" - Benicio Del Toro
lclivewire.webs.com/tgw1.html
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Post by oleandarwhite on Jan 30, 2010 22:29:51 GMT -5
Scene opens on a big, bold, blazing red book cover of a children's storybook entitled "The Royal Canadian Mounted Police" by Marc Tetro. Oleandar's voice overlaps a series of boldly outlined bright, simple illustrations, "This is the true story of the RCMP from the very beginning more than 125 years ago. Being something of a book lover myself, as is, apparently, at least one of my opponents, I thought I'd share it with you as I'm also something of a history buff." Her pale hands appear in the frame, flipping the book open and from page to page as we progress, "More than a hundred years ago, on the vast Canadian prairie, lived the country's first people. They lived in teepees, houses they could quickly pack up when they wanted to follow the herds of bison."
At the time, John A. Macdonald, Canada's first prime minister, dreamed of uniting the county's West with the East. He decided to built a railway. To help him accomplish this, and to look for people to work on it, a group of capable men was put together. They were called Mounted Police. Among the recruits were teachers and farmers, students and lumberjacks."
"The proud new Mounties were eager for adventure as they set out from Manitoba for the long journey West. The land was beautiful, and it seemed to go on forever. But it was also cruel. The sun burned down, the sky was filled with blackflies and the animals were exhausted. Finally, after two long months the cavalcade reached the land of the Blackfoot. The Mounties immediately went to work building their first outpost in the West: For Macleod. With time, some of the Blackfoot elders learned to trust these men in red tunics, and an agreement was reached. The train would now be allowed to cross their land."
"Later, Louis Reil, leader of the Metis, a people of French and Indian blood, fought the division of his ancestors' land. The Metis wanted their own country, but their dream was not to come true."
"The workers began building the railway. Soon, the first whistle of the Canadian pacific train blew in the West. The train brought people from eastern Canada, as well as Ukrainians, Poles, and Germans from Europe. There were houses to build, fields to plough, and a new way of life to learn. The Mounties were there to help settle new families in. The Mounties' musical ride entertained the people in the new communities."
"Gold in the Klondike! Thousands of men rushed to the Yukon hoping to strike it rich. Dawson City went mad. Men used bad language, played cards and spent the night dancing with the ladies. But, of course, the law had to be respected."
"The Mounties reached the Far North. There, they met the Inuit. These people snuggled in igloos, houses that were made of blocks of ice. It was the Inuit who helped the Mounties explore the Canadian Arctic."
"King Edward VII recognized the important work the Canadian Mounties were doing and he gave them a royal title. They become known as the Royal North-West Mounted Police. Later, their name was changed to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police."
"Today, the Mounties don't travel on horseback as they did in the time of John A. Macdonald. But their work is just as important: they're dedicated to protecting Canadians by watching over the country's borders, from the Atlantic Provinces to the Yukon."
Snap. the thin book shuts and the camera now focuses on Ollie's pale face, looking directly into the lense with her ruby colored irises. "Now since at least one of you is such a book lover, clearly a connoisseur of the Book of the Month Club and Friends of the Library, I thought you might enjoy that, but then again since I am dealing with two fairly simple minds, Livewire and Billy, I thought it best if I stuck to children's literature, keeping the my target audience's IQ in mind. Even something this straight foreword no doubt contained words you two will be running to look up definitions of before your little pea brains explode, that is if you remember where you left your dictionaries under a stack of wore in and stained playboys."
"Overall, what does this story have to do with the match at hand? Absolutely NOTHING. Just like 90% of Livewire's promo. It's about as focused with the current life as it would have been had I read a passage of "Odd Thomas" for you. But it does have to do with my past, as my father, before he was killed on duty, was a member of the RCMP. I don't feel the need to "defend myself" because unlike you three, I've never done anything remotely illegal in my life."
She steeples her fingers in front of her face, leaning forward so her elbows read on her knees. She wears a conservative blue gray long sleeve shirt with a silvery white wolf howling at the moon on the front, faded jeans, and boots, and is seated in hers and Onyx's apartment, as is evident by the crayons and Elmo plus doll scatted around her feet.
"The truth is, I've lived what most would consider a mundane, even boringly simple life. Perhaps someday when I've grown tired of kicking the sorry, pardon my French but I AM Canadian, asses of he likes of you three, I may even go home and apply the the RCMP Academy. Certainly, I'd have more of a challenge chasing criminals across the arctic tundra than chasing you three losers around a ring while the crowd boos and throws popcorn at you."
"That said, let's get personal.," she leans back, relaxed, even amused, "Livewire...I'm absolutely tickled that you have the nerve to insult my GIVEN name when you've chosen one based on a limited addition, and might I add, vomit-inducing flavor of Mountain Dew! Your research into my background isn't just pathetic, it's none existent. As I've previously stated I was raised by my grandparents after my parents were killed. I never saw the inside of a foster home and have never touched a pharmaceutical stronger than aspirin. Your accusations are not just absurd, they sound like someone projecting their own issues onto the shoulders of another out of shame. And from what I know of you, shame is an emotion you should be familiar with. I could stoop to your level and say that not only are you a strung out hallucinating drug addict whom is such as caricature of what modern society believes the average ghetto dwelling African American man to be that you're a insult to your rich, beautiful and compelling racial heritage and you could cause even Martin Luther King Jr. to forgo his higher values and gun you down as a favor to mankind, but that would be crude. True, but crude. Comparing me to a character from a movie based on a book, since I doubt you are literate and CAN read, which you no doubt watched only in hopes of seeing Renee Zeweger or Michelle Pfeiffer nude, isn't just ridiculous. It paints a very nice portrait of you for the fool that you are. "
"Billy..." She sighs softly,"Billy, Billy, Billy....you, are point blank, not only and insult to your racial heritage..you're an insult in flesh to the species of Humanity. Listen very carefully because I won't repeat myself. I am not my cousin. I do not beat the living hell out of a man, then become over come with regret and send him flowers and cards, ultimately winding up engaged. The only way I would ever touch you, is with a closed fist to pound that smug look off your face. You with your experimental blond hair that appears as if, true to your IQ, you stuck a fork in a light socket, are not and never will be my type, and the only bed you'll be seeing anytime soon is a hospital one. Maybe you'll have better luck with the nurses."
"Jac...Enough said, " This time she actually cracks a grin, "No, I kid. What can I say about you? You've got an impressive title history...two times World Champion...there's only one little issue with that, and that is the question of whether or not those titles were earned, or handed to you like a pretty diamond collar on the fluffy little pet lawyer and feather weight you used to be for the SWA owners. Anyone who's known you, or even heard of you, knows you sat on their laps and pissed with glee every time they patted you on the head while mitigating their jumps in and out of the loony bin, a place you yourself should have taken up residence in considering you were dating my other cousin, Ebony. C'mon...seriously, WHAT were you thinking? I know you're smart, but clearly you lack common sense. Further more, you're whipped. If I were a man, maybe you'd stand a chance against me, but your fear of women is going to be your downfall. It certainly has been in the past."
"Infact, it's going to be the downfall of all of you, because unlike you, my head is in the game. I'm a female, a morally sound one, and therefore not so easily sidetracked as you three by sexual enticement by a scantily clad body or a needle of some brain cell destroying upper...or, apparently, Starbucks coffe, which, by the way, sucks comparison to Dutch Bros.. You've all three already lost this match, regardless of your steroid use or experience, so you may as well not even bother showing up."
She smiles confidently as we:
FADE TO BLACK.
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Post by jac on Jan 30, 2010 23:19:39 GMT -5
The scene opens in a small room, a desk is pushed near the window, A computer chair is pushed into the center of the room, with none other then Jac Morgan sitting in it. Visable behind him is a very broken, smoking wreck of a TV. Jac sighes rubbing his forhead.
“Wow, I'm not worth much around here am I?” He snorts. “That's okay I'm kinda used to people blowing me off because I don't have a big flashy name, with sparkles and electricity around it.” He shurgs. “Thats okay, it just means when I win this match people will be all the more surprised. And sense only livewire of my compatition has spoke I'll start with you.”
He shifts on the chair and looks over his shoulder at the smoking TV.
“Livewire, I tried to get through your Promo and background history that you've shoved down our throat, but all I gleaned from that is your an A Typical African American youth, who thinks its cool to do drugs and put caps in people's asses.” He rolls his eyes. “And the fact that you ran down Ollie White and Billy tallant like they were two year olds kinda is like stupid as hell.”
He laughs softly.
“You see, while I was watching your promo I kept thinking of my kids, you reminded me soooo much of my son picking on my daughter, with pety little digs. Man, the way it looks, it looks like you did no research, and expected us all to watch your Promo like it was a Lifetime Movie of the week.”
He gets to his feet and picks something up off his desk, a long length of thick heavy rope. “Does this look farmiler? If it dosn't that's okay I don't expect someone of your lacking education to know what this can be used for.” He looks up at the ceiling looking thoughtful then shakes his head and tosses the rope to the floor. “You see, I could go on about a bunch of shit that means absolutly nothing to anyone but me right now, but I'm not one to waste peoples time.”
He smirks and throws himself back into his chair with a sigh.
“So your whole Motto is finding something to live for and shit,....oh wait got that wrong, your trying to find something to die for, and living to get to that moment. Well, I'll tell you this Livewire, your career' your dreams of being as good as me or even being a half way decent wrestler are going to die, so I hope you enjoyed living for it.”
He sighs.
“Moving on to the other idiot in this match, Billy we've faced off before, back in the EWC, you remember that place, no probably not your heads so full of holes you have to write shit on your living room walls to remember to put clean underware on everyday.” He grins. “I mean I know you have memory issues and all but sometimes I wonder if its all a big act just to garner the ladies sympathy.”
He shakes his head.
“I mean I know it worked with my ex Sam, but that's not that far of a strech for you, I mean she was an easy lay,” He smirks. “I'm sure at some point she even suggested a threesome with her surfer boy boyfriend, or was that you?” He shrugs. “I don't care, your just working your way through every woman on the eastern seaburg, I'm surprised you don't have some kind of STD Yet. But, I suppose will see someday won't we?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Now if you wanna talk about someone who really isn't work your time its that man Billy Tallant.”
He snorts again and shakes his head looking at the camera.
“And we move on to the last but not least important person in this match. “Oleander White, Seriously what is it with your family and naming yourselves after flowers and gems, And such, I mean its kinda cool way to go about it, but seriously were all yer family members on Crack?”
He shrugs. “I'm not accusing you of doing drugs, far from it, of the other two in this match you seem to have a good head on your shoulders.” He nodded. “I respect that, you acctually sound like you might be a challenge, but yet again your making assumptions about me based on my past, Yes that's right Oleander White, just because I used to work for Brandon Cole and Crystal Cole doesn't mean a damn thing anymore, I'm not their lawyer and I never was there little lap dog.” He pauses.
“And as for the whole mentle institute thing,” He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls something out. “Been there, done that, have the meds to prove it.” He laughs as he shakes the bottle.
“Alright Children, class is dismissed, I'll see you all in the ring where I'll school your asses in playground ediquit!”
He gets to his feet and walks out as the scene...
FTB
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Post by billy on Jan 31, 2010 18:38:01 GMT -5
“whoa, yo..okay okay I get it now, I have a match!” The scene opens on Billy Tallant. He's standing in the middle of a room, the walls are covered in writing. He grins sarcasticlly at the camera.
“Boy's boys...boys and...woman, really that's all you had for me? A joke about my name? A stupid rib on my lifestyle, and yet another rib on my lifestyle?” He snorts. “look, someone once told me...no wait...no...nevermind fucking forget it cause I have. Listen up and listen up good here children.”
Right about when Billy is set to go into his speel of why Livewire, Jac, and Ollie should just bow down and kiss his feet, there's a knock at the door
Billy blinks a look of pure confusion crosses over his face, he looks at the camera then shakes his head and goes to the door, opening it with out answering it he looks at the person outside. "Can I help you?"
Paul blinks as he shifts from foot to foot, hands in his pockets, "hey...um..we didn't exactly get off to a great start and you know, I'm the sorta guy who doesn't really like to attract enemies.."
Billy blinks trying to put two and two together,. "You are?" He pauses and takes his glasses off, looking confused,"Paul? Paul Deatheridge? Jac's friend..Onyx and Ollie's manager...”
He blinks then nods. "Alright then, are you on my list is that why yer here?" He asked with a crooked grin. "I mean that would be jumping a few places in line but it'll work.
Paul looks instantly shocked and takes a few steps back. "NO! That is not why I'm here, I'm not on yer list, I'm a married man, I got four kids, one that's about your age!" ~But please let's not devolve into the story of that~ he thinks, not willing to admit part of the reason he's here is out of shere, morbid curiousity to see if he's on the list or not. Blame that on Jac.
Billy arches an eyebrow looking completely confused then paused cocking his head. "Is yer kid hot?"
He blinks slowly, just a little overwhelmed,"I think I need to introduce you to Ebony Nightfur someday, you'd really hit it off. My oldest is engagd, my second oldest has a two and half year old..." he pauses, lookign at the scribble covered walls,"And you need to sue yer interior decorator.."
Billy blinked looking at Paul. "Being engaged dosn't bother me, and neither do hot Momma's with kids." He grins wickedly at Paul then looks into the room at the walls. "Why?"
"Yeah well Shiloh isn't into guys...at all. And Kelly's still getting over her break up. Same with Onyx, which is why I'd appreciate it if you did hound her. Also, somebody wrote EVERYWHERE upon yer walls..."
“Shiloh? What kind of Name is Shiloh? Do you get like some sick pleasure from naming kids after dogs or some shit? Or wait he's a real dog to look at, that sucks must of took after mum cause you ain't half bad to look at.” He smirks. “Ahh, I can't stand the Mopey bitches they wanna have a good cry.” He rolls his eyes. “I did that, I think.” He furrows his brow.
Paul blinks and looks decidedly unconfortable,"His mom named him, I wasn't in the picture being as I was a teenager when he conceived...and my friend and my daughter aren't "mopey bitches", they just got involved with the wrong men and almost ended up married to them." Paul looks over the walls again, suddenly noting a number of sexual references in the scrawls and clears his throat, blushing,"Anyway, I uh..I'll be going now.."
"Yeah, Mopey sad, sorry bitches, they probably all need a good screw and everything will clear up."He snorts with a smile. "Probably a good thing you weren't around to raise Shiloh, he'd probably be a bigger pussy then his name derives him to be." He smirked catching Paul's wandering eye. "YOu see something you like?"
"Hey, I didn't come here to pick a fight.." he insists, turnign even more red and considering the writing is everywhere, it's about impossible for him to see if his name is featured anywhere in it.
“Then why'd you come here at all?” He asked. “Yer wife not satisfying you at home huh?” He asked with a smirk. “Thinking a ride with some true tallant might cure what Ailes you?”
No, really really not. My wife is amazing. As to why I'm here...Morbid curiousity, and trying to be polite, I guess. And uh, yer not my type," he adds, turning to go, deciding that he'd never get through to a guy like this and besides, maybe it was better if he left the impression of every one he held dear being mopey and whiney since Billy wouldn't be harassing them. Times like this, he actually missed Steve, because at least Steve Motley , sex addict that the man was, had his boundaries and was somewhat polite.
Cut to intercut of Steve Motley in Arabic robes riding a camel under a hot desert sun in Egypt, one hand over shadowing his eyes as he gazes off into the distance in search of Rae Morgan. End intercut.
Paul blinks and shakes his head, wondering why that image suddenly sprang to mind. He shrugs.
"Sure she's wonderful, she sounds wonderful, probably always cracking that whip..." He smirks. "Emmm, Dominatrix now that sounds like my cup of tea." He grins
"Yeah well, she uh, keeps me in line,' he admitted
He made a whip cracking sound and laughed.
Paul rolled his eyes, replacing his shades,"Yeah well she's earned the right. I messed up pretty bad."
Billy arches an eyebrow moving in closer. "Messed up huh, what'd ya do sleep with her sister?" He asked looking interested hopeful for some juicy tidbit."
Paul looked uneasy,"Not exactly.."
"Awww, you can tell me, were all friends here."Paul looks uneasy. This guy is defiantely not his friend, but by nature, he's a trusting person,"I made out with her brother."
Billy's eyes go huge and he grins. "Really, you made out with her brother..." He smirks. "So was her brother Hot?" He asked not really connecting the dots just yet, or maybe he was, and was having to much fun making Paul squirm like a worm on a hook.
"Yeah..her brother's pretty.." he suddenly looked mortified,"I mean, I was drunk..”
Billy arched. "Awww, you can tell me...its just you and me, no one else I won't tell anyone." He said.
"Yeah...right. Look, I was drunk. And yes, i find him attractive but he's my best friend, that's it
Billy arched an eyebrow. "You couldn't of been too drunk if you remember it."
"I was drunk enough to make a mistake that almost cost me marraige and my best friend, two things that matter more to me than anything. Jac still doesn't act the same around me since.."
Billy arched an eyebrow. "And I can now see where those bitches get the Mopey act from!" He laughed hystericlly.
"I am not mopey, I'm just devoted,' he argues
"Mopey, Devoted..same thing in my book."
"Then you're the one that needs to get his priorities straight. You want some big juicey cofession, yeah, I came here morbidly curious to see if I was on the list. I had no intentions of doing anything with you and never will, got it? I'm not playing hard to get or prudish and yeah, apparently I'm bi-sexual, much to the shame of my entire very religious family, but say I were after a guy, say I had an itch that needed to be scratched, it wouldn't be you, it would NEVER be you, got it?" he starts down the hall
He laughed. "Yeah keep on saying that Buddy, you'll come crawling back..they always do." He grinned leaning on the doorjam
"Yer in for a disappointment then, cause I love my wife, I adore her, she's the center of my world, and if there were anyone else for me, it'd only be one guy. And that guy ain't you..you're beneath me,' he states bluntly as he steps into the elevator and pushes the button, it closing behind him
Billy arched an eyebrow watching Paul leave he grins and turns back into his apartment. He picks up a marker and scribbles on the wall humming happily to himself then turns back to the camera. "I Do love a challange," He pauses. "Which speaking of challanges, when do I get one cause yeah the three idiots I'm facing...so not one." He shakes his head and waves his hand.
“Infact you three arn't even worth my time, go on and talk about educating me all you want, it won't make a difference in the end. Now excuse me I have other more important things to do with my time.
He smirks as the scene..
FTB
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