IWE Fully Loaded Card/RPing Thread.

[TheDon]

Crabbe and Goyle come down to the ring to heavy boos, though they don't care and stick their tongues out at the crowd. They climb into the ring, and start doing muscular poses, to more boos, so they look sad and stop. They magic a microphone up from thin air, and Crabbe talks into it.

Crabbe: Alright, alright! Guys, come on, don't hate us 'cause you ain't us!

The crowd are mad at this. One fan in particular, a lanky ginger teenager, apparantly at the show on his own. He jumps into the air, shaking his fist at Crabbe and Goyle.

Fan: We hahte yah becuz of what yah did in PCDubyaF!

Crabbe: Woah! Calm down, we've changed! We've lost Jimmy and Styles, and we're here on our own, not as simple goonz. In fact, we want to be friends with Chez. So, Chez, if you wouldn't mind coming out here?

The camera shows the ramp for 15 minutes, before everyone remembers Crabbe and Goyle forgot to ask Chez for permission to use him in the RP.

Goyle: Okay, that didn't work. Oh well, Chez, let's be friends.

Crabbe: Now, about the match. Let's win it, ya? If you guys are on our side, we can't lose, ya? Everybody, what's our goal?

Crowd: VICTORY!

Crabbe and Goyle do the prayer of Yevon, before leaving to massive cheers.

This will be okay, yeah?

 

[Pakistani Army]

Right guys. I wish not to be part of IWE anymore. Thanks very much
Kind Regards
Arslaan

 

[treva]

It's a cold,rainy day. The streets are filled with massive puddles and even a small candle light would look like a lighthouse lamp on this dark day. The weather forecast predicted a huge storm with possible chance of a hurricane on the way. Leanne Moore and 'Whiz Kid' are in a small pub outside of New York. The pub is based around typical old English pubs, with wooden tables and chairs. Leanne is sat with a glass of wine and 'Whiz' is sat back drinking from his pint of beer.

Leanne: I hate that Voldemort! He's an absolute creep. I mean, errrrr...

Whiz Kid: Don't worry Leanne, I will take care of him.

'Whiz' leans across and comforts Leanne

At Fully Loaded I will beat that lousy SOB. At Fully Loaded Voldemort will see not to mess with you, Leanne. I will show him that he is not superior to anyone. I will inflict pain into Voldemort until he cannot even stand on his own two feet.

Leanne: Your such a good person! I can't wait to see his creepy ass struck down on that cnvas whilst the referee counts 1...2...3.

Someone walks into the pub with a big black hoody over his head carrying a note. The man walks towards where Leanne and 'Whiz' are sitting.

The Man: A message for you sir

The man points at 'Whiz' and slowly pulls back his hood to reveal a scare filled face. A long scar down the side of his left cheek and one across his forehead boldly stand out among his facial features. The man's voice is deep but quiet, with no obvious accent. The man drops the letter on the table and slowly backs away still looking at the pair before sliding out of the pub and back into the rainy streets.

'Whiz' opens the letter with a sense of curiosity in his expression. He takes the letter out of the envelope and opens it up. As he opens it a burst of wind knocks 'Whiz' back into his chair. A slow voice reads out the following message: "Come Fully Loaded, and our match, you and your silly girlfriend will be mine! Beware"

Whiz Kid: Who the hell does he think he is? He's gunna be mine!

 

[GrayNicolls]

The scene starts in a bland office building. The camera switches to a corridor with white walls, and a gray carpet. Darius Molfey is dressed smartly in a crisp suit and he strides the length of the corridor, opening the door and walking into another room. The room is large, with the same colour scheme as the corridor. The room has a long, dark wood table with around 15 people seated around it in suits. Molfey walks past two guards at the door and takes an empty seat at the table. The man at the head of the table turns to look at him.

Man: You're late, Morrison.

Molfey: I'm sorry, I just had some things to attend to.

The man looks away from Molfey and looks around at everyone else at the table.

Man: So, our operation didn't go as planned. For some reason, it has failed. No one could have got in without inside help. Therefore, we have a traitor in our midst.

All the people at the table cast furtive looks around, Molfey looks straight on, eyes glazed over.

Man: Not that it matters anyway, because the idiot left their prints over the lock. In fact, the results should be back soon after our forensics department have compared with everyone in the business. Ah, the results are here.

Another man walks in and hands the head a slip of paper. Molfey has begun looking round at windows and the two guards.

Man: Well...

The man gets up and walks over to the guards, whispering to them. The guards turn to look at Molfey and take a few steps towards him. Molfey reacts instantly picking up a glass of water in front of him, and throwing it into the guard's face. The guard crumples to the floor, clutching his face, which is now covered in deep red blood. The other guard hangs back a bit, and pays for it. Molfey leaps onto the desk and missile dropkicks the guard through the door. The alarms are set off and Molfey sprints down the corridor and bursts through another door. Guards are streaming up the stairs. One sees Darius, and Darius heads off to a door on the left into another corridor with wooden doors lining to a window.

The guard who saw Molfey rushes through the door and spears Molfey into the wall. Molfey clutches his stomach and grabs the guard's head in a tight headlock. The guard struggles to get out of it, and Molfey climbs to his feet. Molfey pushes the guard towards the window. The guard hits the glass with a dull thud and gets to his feet, leering at Molfey. Molfey sprints at the guard, and, before the guard can react, Molfey jumps up and uses a Headscissors Takedown, sending the guard through the window. The guard falls down 4 floors before getting impaled on a lamp post.


His blood spatters the streets below and people are heard screaming. Molfey is about to head to the staircase, but another guard bursts through the door. Molfey dives for a door on his right and is now in an open office. The guard comes in a couple of seconds later and Darius runs behind the desk. The guard follows and is met with a sharp right to the face. He shoves the guard's head between his legs and Canadian Destroyers him through the table.

Darius opens the drawers of the desk, desperate to apparently find something. He finds a hard metal object and throws it at the window. The window breaks and noises are heard heading towards the room. The guard stirs and Molfey quickly pounces on him, pulling his arm back. A cracking noise is heard and the guard's bone protrudes from the skin. Guards suddenly flood into the room and point their guns at Molfey. Molfey leaps out the window and grabs on to the drainpipe, sliding down 3 floors. Just before hitting the ground, he swings his feet around and leaps the last bit to avoid injury. Gun shot is heard and Molfey disappears into the crowd.

Molfey reappears in a small side alley, apparently deciding his next move. He had been a traitor, and now he's a wanted man. He needs to do something. Sighing, Molfey tries to mull it over and walks out of the side alley. He sees a large gym ahead of him with a large IWE poster on the front saying "Recruiting". Smiling, Darius walks in.


OOC: Just a short RP, to get one in.

 

[voldemort]

Lightning struck and the dimly lit room was illuminated brightly. The sound of lightning hid the faint 'crack' that erupted at the corner of the room.

"Have you delivered the note Dominic?" Asked the cold voice of the Dark Lord.

"Yes master. But why would you waste your talented powers on a muggle?" inquired Dominic.

"They might be a couple of talentless muggles, but the girl has a very valuable piece of information. Something that I must possess."

"But you could do that off the ring. Why fight him?"

"I have already acquired the information. I performed Legilimens on the girl while the muggle blocked me. Muggles are so silly. Now he wants to fight me for what I did to her."

"I could help..." started Dominic

"No. The Dark Lord needs no ones help. I can do well on my own. Besides, I have other works for you." He got off the chair and pulled out a pensive from a nearby drawer. "I want you to see what I saw in her mind. I will give your instructions after."

He brought his wand to his temple, brought a few strands of silver at the tip of his wand, and dipped it into the pensive. Together, the two touched the pensive and were sucked into it, leaving the dark room, which was brightly illuminated for a second by a shard of lightning and then was pummeled into darkness again, with only the errie dull glow of the pensive as the only source of light...

 

[The Spin]

IWE General Manager Chesney Daniels is sat in his office, a nice modern room with a view over the city and furnished with only the finest items. Large, leather chairs, oak desks and bookcases, glass sculptures. IWE's success had been felt by all in the company, especially Daniels. With more success comes more work though, and it is dark as Daniels works on his current item. The lamp on his desk is on, but the glow of the expanse of city would be enough to light the room on its own. Carefully thinking through something, Daniels finally seems to have had a flash of inspiration as he jerks his head upwards suddenly and follows that by a flash of pen on paper to record it, followed by carefully dialling a number on his fax machine and sending the paper off. Having done so, he reaches for the phone and dials. After a few moments the recipient picks up.

Daniels: Hey mate, it is Daniels... Yep, long time no see, how are you and the family?... Great, I am doing well too thanks, in fact that is why I rang... Don't be too worried, you see recently I helped setup a whole new wrestling show called IWE, seen it? Well I was thinking... No don't overreact, it isn't what you might think... Well, not exactly... Look Dave, I feel better than I have done for years... Not a full schedule, no, just something particular and I wanted your go ahead... I know you wouldn't advise it... Dave, please listen to me... Dave?!

Dejectedly, Daniels slams the phone back down. No luck it seemed. A pensive look emerges on his face, but his train of thought is suddenly broken by a loud knock at the door.

Daniels: Come in!

Into the office walked a man in a suit, official looking. Daniels springs up to meet him and shake his hand before offering him a seat.

Man: Mr.Daniels, I have been sent here by the Chairman to follow up on your fax which you sent just before. Now, your suggestion, you know we have discussed this before.

Daniels: I certainly do, but the situation is different this time. As you can see, it is fairly necessary and I believe it is a possibility now

Man: You also know that when you last asked this question that you were given a very severe no as your answer.

Daniels: Yes I definitely remember

Man: We need Dave's go ahead, as we said last time.

Daniels: That is impossible, he won't even come here and see. Can we not get somebody else instead of him?

Man: Dave is the man we want, you know that.

Daniels: Fine, I will give it a go with him and get him to call you later. Thank you for coming to discuss it.

The man quickly exits the room as Daniels sits and stares into space. It is some time of concentration, followed by pacing around, following by lying down, before Daniels finally makes his next move. He takes his mobile phone out of his pocket and opens the back to it. After removing the battery, he removes the sim card before replacing it with a new one. He reassembles the phone and dials a number to call.

Daniels: Yes, this is Dave and I would like to talk to the Chairman, I believe they are awaiting a call from me... Yes I will hold.

Some annoying music plays through the phone as Daniels begins the agonising wait on hold. Some time later, a voice answers once again.

Daniels: Yes this is definitely Dave, I have just changed my number that's all... OK, thanks for letting me speak the them... Hello, is this the Chairman of IWE Wrestling?... Good, this is Dave calling about Chasney Daniels, he said you wanted to hear from me... Yes, I have been told that to and I am able to give him the all clear, no problems at all... I know, but the situation now is different, he has had enough time... OK no problem, Bye.

Daniels hangs up the phone and quickly makes for his desk. Without having to wait a second, the phone rings there.

Daniels: Hello... I have the all clear? Great, thanks a lot. Bye

Daniels jumps up and punches the air in celebration. He had convinced them, but now would it hold up under examination?

OOC: A rather cryptic one for you all to ponder over

 

[pinchinator]

Interviewer: Well today we are here with the next big thing in the IWE McPinch, McPinch how does it feel to be in the greatest wrestling comp around?

McPinch: Well I dont know about the best but i'm feeling ok the guys arent as tough as i'd expected so soon i hope to be dominating

Interviewer: What about the your first Match of your IWE carrer what was that like?

McPinch: It felt good but i felt like i shouldve been with or verusing someone better but then again it was a debut match so i wasnt expecting quality opposition

Interviewer: Ok last question will you win the upcoming match?

Pinchinator: Ah yeah what do you think im gonna say no like some loser of course not!




*The interview finishes and McPinch walks outside and sides on a bench just taking in the city whilst some people who he went to school with come up to him*

Bully #1: Well look who it is Ryyyyan or should i say "McPinch" the wrestler oooooooo

Bully #2: Yeah your real hardcore being a wrestler an all...not

Bully #3: Wrestling? isnt that an excuse for grown men to go around hugging each other?

Bully #2: Yeah wrestlings for homo's and its fake

McPinch: Oh yeah its fake is it?

*McPinch walks up too them and grabs Bully #1 and chokeslam's him onto the side walk while this happens the other to are trying to get away but McPinch catches them and clotheslines there heads together they are all out cold*

McPinch: Is that fake? Is that fakes bitches!?

*McPinch walks away with a smerk on his face*

 

[ZoraxDoom]

Fantastic response this week

And I've figured out yor RP Chez, and I have a good guess on who Dave is...

Oh, and since Chez has asked us to mark the RPs, I'm assuming that...

RPing close.

 

[The Spin]

Well, unless you get one in mega-quickly then you're too late. Marking is going on and the writers will be informed ASAP of results.

If you want to write a match then there are still a few matches left to do. Counts as one extra RP, giving you a revised 0.5 points extra which could give you the edge.

Just to explain the above, instead of every RP after the first getting an extra 0.25 marks, they now get 0.5. Matches are included in this. The requirement is that matches are of postable quality and that RPs after the first score 5 or higher to get the extra marks

 

[The Spin]

Nobody did get in quickly enough, so RPing Closed. Thanks for RPing.

Thread can stay open for PPV discussion, who will win the matches?

 

[GrayNicolls]

Molfey should win.

 

[H0wZ4T!]

Main event should be amazing. Me and Zorax both put in good RPs and we also writing a match each.

Btw, Connor, expect a good Cage match. Why? I'm writing it...

 

[treva]

I think JJ and Zorax will have a cracking match. Also my match with Effine should be a good contest, looking for revenge!

 

[The Spin]

Anyone else for a match? I will take the Main Event match, so there is the Battle Royal up for grabs. A nice one to write IMO

 

[TheDon]

between pinchy and me for the battle royal should be a good one!