IWE Saturday Sacrifice I: 25/8/07

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IWE Saturday Sacrifice I
Saturday 25th August

International Wrestling Entertainment launches its first TV show, Saturday Sacrifice, on 25th August with a bang as it starts a tournament to name its first ever IWE World Champion involving all of its wrestlers in a random draw tournament.

World Championship Tournament Quarter-Final
Submission Only Match
??? vs. ???
Writer: Jay

World Championship Tournament Quarter-Final
No-Disqualification Match
??? vs. ???
Writer: Connor

World Championship Tournament Quarter-Final
2-out-of-3 Falls Match
??? vs. ???
Writer: Chez

World Championship Tournament Quarter-Final
No-Disqualification 3-Man Elimination Match

??? vs. ??? vs. ???
Writer: Zorax


Wrestlers entered for tournament:
  • Da Shizzle
  • Darius Molfey
  • JJS
  • Vincent Crabbe
  • Gregory Goyle
  • The Big Khan
  • Whiz Kid
  • Zoraxis Nostradamus
  • "Damage" Matt West

RPing closes at Midnight on Sunday 19th August

If you wish to write a match (which will count as an RP) then post in the thread which match you wish to write
 
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Thanks Connor. I guess Jay will want to write one as well so we should be good
 
*Zoraxis is in a batting net, padded up and facing a bowling machine. The coach is watching by the sides. Zorax plays an excellent pull shot with a few delightful flicks off his pads, a beautiful straight drive, and a booming hit down the ground into the carpark. The rest of the training ground are empty. The camera zooms in on coach...

Coach (Condescendingly): Right, tell me again, how is playing cricket going to help you with wrestling???

Zorax: Facing the quick bowling improves your reflexes, your courage, your bravery...
*Zorax sways away on the last second from a lighting quick bouncer, watching it as it passes him. It was close enough for him to smell the leather*
And facing spin bowling improves your footwork, your precision and your agility...
*He dances down the track to a whizzing, flighted ball, and drives it hard down the ground, the stops to admire his shot as the ball rockets down to the carpark*
And batting for about 50 overs -or 300 balls- in full gear is great for your stamina and footwork. You feel much lighter after you take off all the pads...
*Zorax smashes the next ball high and mighty down the ground and out of the park*
300. There we go, I'm done for the day. :)

Coach: Finally. Although if you ask me, it is still a wimpy sport.

Zorax
(whilst unpadding): Try saying that to the likes of Matthew Hayden, Shahid Afridi, Kevin Pietersen, Andrew Flintoff, Andrew Symonds, Mahendera Singh Dhoni, Adam Gilchrist, Justin Kemp...

Coach: Okay okay, fine, maybe it isn't so wimpy. Still a silly sport though...
Say, Zorax, you seem to be pretty good at this cricket stuff. Why are you into wrestling then?


*Zorax stops in the process of removing his left pad upon hearing the question. Looks like the coach has hit a bit of a soft spot...*

Zorax: It's isn't any of your business I'm afraid.

Coach: What?

Zorax: It's a long story, and you won't understand. Now lets drop it.


*Zorax quickly unpads and packs his pads, helmet and bat into his bag. He zips it up, and gets up and starts to walk away*

Coach: Woah there, hold it Zorax, where you going.
*Coach gets in the way of Zorax*
Calm there son, don't give me this attitude. Now cool down, and tell me what's wrong.

Zorax: Let me pass Coach, I don't want to discuss it.

Coach: Not until you tell me what's wrong. All I asked is how you got into wrestling over cricket, what's the matter?

Zorax: You won't understand coach

Coach: Try me


Zorax: *Sigh* But it's a long story...

Coach: I ain't going anywhere.

*Zorax drops his bag and sits down leaning across the nets. Coach sits down next to him*

Zorax: Alright. Well, it all got started 15 years ago, when I was a small child of age 7...

To be Continued...
 
The scene starts on the inside of a taxi. Darius is sitting in the backseat, wearing all black. The taxi driver is talking to him, but he doesn't appear to be listening. He looks out the window, it's night time.

Taxi Driver: Yeah, are you in the wrestling business? I love wrestling myself. Always go home and put it on on the old TV. You look like you could easily be a wrestler. A lot of muscle, you just gotta have the right attitude. What do you do anyway?

Darius: Stop here.

Taxi Driver: Yeah,well there are a few new promotions, maybe you should check 'em out.

Darius: STOP HERE!

The driver looks shocked, but Darius slaps a 10 dollar note into his hand and climbs out the cab, slamming the door behind him. Time is running out, I've got to do this one last thing before I fully submerge myself in the wrestling world. Darius looks at his watch, and begins to walk a bit quicker. He walks out of an urban area and turns right up a dirt track. The dirt track looks to go down a hill, but Darius moves off the track and onto the grass. He gets to the edge of the bank and looks down. There below him is a large complex. He swings his legs over the side and uses his arms to propel himself off the bank. He slides down the slope, and stops himself just before the fence. He climbs the fence and jumps down onto the other side.

Darius runs to the nearest door, which, luckily, is quite close. He turns the handle and the door swings open for him. He creeps into the room, and sees a guard straight in front of him.


Guard: Hey! Who are you?

Darius springs into action and arm drags him. The guard hits the open door with a thud and slides down it to the floor, knocked out. Darius sprints down the small hallway. There won't be much time until someone finds the guard's body, so he's got to keep moving. Darius keeps running until he finds himself in an open area. Machines are whirring, and there's a staircase on the opposite side. The only guard in sight is up the staircase and on the metal bridge. Darius takes something out of his pocket and sneaks behind a machine so the guard doesn't see him. He quickly presses some numbers on the small device. He then slaps it onto the machine, and it's counting down from 5 minutes.

Darius leaves the small explosive device and quickly creeps up the metal stairs, trying to muffle the sounds of his footsteps. He gets to the top, and sees the guard a few feet away, back to him. Darius slips and falls over.


Darius: ****.

The guard turns around and starts firing. Darius jumps to his feet, and dodges the bullets. Before the guard can fire again, Darius kicks the gun out of his hands and it falls down to the lower floor. The guard punches Darius. Darius remains standing, so the guard tries again, but this time, he's too slow. Darius ducks and goes behind the guard. He jumps up and delivers a dropkick to the back of the guard's head. The guard falls off the bridge and into the lower floor, where he lands on the unforgiving concrete.

Darius runs across the bridge and kicks open a door. He walks into the next room. The room is a large office. The guy running the place is sitting behind his desk, surprised by the intrusion. His personal bodyguard is next to the him and gets up. The owner looks rather calm.


Owner: Tell me. What the hell are you doing?

Darius: Putting you out of business for good.

The guy still looks calm as Darius smirks. As quick as a flash, the owner throws a smoke grenade and leaves the room out of the fire exit. Darius looks at his watch. He has just under a minute to get out. The smoke clears up and Darius is facing the bodyguard, who's blocking the exit. The two draw closer together and start trading punches and kicks. The bodyguard leaps onto the table and attempts a flying crossbody. Darius falls to the floor and he sails over him, landing on the floor with a thud. Darius quickly gets to his feet and an idea sparks in his head. He grabs the bodyguard's head and shoves it in between his legs. Darius then flips over dragging the bodyguard along too, and ends up in a piledriver position. The floor gives way, and the bodyguard falls through. Darius is holding on to the edge. He quickly yanks himself up onto the floor and sprints for the window. He dives through just as the explosion takes place behind him (movie-style). The ground is covered in shards of glass and the building begins to fall down.

Darius hears a souped-up car engine start and sprints towards the noise. He sees the car leave with the owner inside. He sprints to where the car came from and sees another there. He laughs as he sees they've left the keys inside. He turns on the engine and sets off after the other car. He follows him to the end of the dirt track, and the car turns left, heading towards the city. Darius makes a sharp turn and activates the nitro boost. He pulls up level with the other car and the guy looks scared. They both turn right and are now by a river. The guy tries to pull away and Darius lets him. Darius then spins his car around, catching the side of the other car. The other car flies off the road into the river and sinks to the bottom. Darius sighs and gets out of the car. He looks out at his surroundings. The sun is rising, it is early morning.


Darius: Maybe I should take that guys advice. Maybe I should be a wrestler.

He laughs and walks away. The scene closes.
 
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Alright just to be clear, could you please give a list of common things that could be done in RP's?

I take it that like the other two it doesn't actually need to be about the wrestling directly...
 
Not directly no. It can be about your characters history or an interview regarding the match. They are 2 common ones. There are some more creative bits you can do out there, but they are the basics. If you get an idea which you think is good then just do it, because it probably will be good
 
Part I:

The scene begins in a rough looking bar. There are only four dim lights, one in each corner of the room. Men in leather jackets and dog collars surround the snooker tables, drinking beer, playing pool and bragging about the speed of their bikes. One of the bikers stumbles away from the sofa area. He is clearly drunk as he falls through two wooden doors and falls onto the floor of the alleyway outside the bar. The camera focuses on five or six teenagers, sitting on a nearby dumpster, smoking and drinking. A young JJS is with one of the boys, using a spray can to write Biker Kidz on the wall.

JJS: Hey, Petey, pass me the green, and another can of beer. Man, I'm thirsty!

Petey: How can you be thirsty? That's your sixth can, dude.

JJS: It is? Wow.. I'm a heavyweight! Woooo!

He collapses onto the floor, next to the biker and Petey drags him to his feet. JJS stumbles again, but he regains his balance and continues to spray his tag. After a minute of silence, JJS drops the empty can of spray paint and steps back from the wall.

JJS: See, Petey. A masterp..

He suddenly stops at the sight of another gang, at the end of alleyway. They walk menicanly toward JJS and he steps straight in front of them and stares their apparent leader down. The Biker Kidz realise who is there, and spring to support the young JJS.

JJS: Well, well, well.. If it isn't the Hoody Crew.. How is your moping around the kiddy corale going. Leo?

Leo: Fine. Thanks. Managed to find a home yet, Simpson, or do you still live with the state?

The Hoody Crew laughs and JJS turns his head to look at Leo, sideways. He flips his head back up and takes a step forward. He is now right in Leo's face.

JJS: You know, when I was little, I had a friend called Jimmy. You see, Jimmy was very annoying, I only played with him because he had all the latest stuff, you know computers etc. One day, little Jim came to play with me, but he was really boring and even more annoying. So I took a cricket bat and smashed his tiny face in. RIP Jimmy..

Leo: Is this going anywhere, JJ?

JJS: Well, you were my friend, you are really annoying and well the rest is easy..

As Leo trys to work out what JJS means, he leant back and punched Leo in the nose. The two gangs brawl with each other, as JJS and Leo fight between themselves.

Leo starts to kick JJS in the groin and tries to throw him into the wall, but it is countered and he is powerslammed by JJS. Leo recovers and runs towards his enemy and delivers a powerful spear, sending Simpson into the side of the dumpster. JJS climbs it and Leo follows, but as he regains his balance, JJS superkicks him off and The Hoody Crew's leader falls to the hard ground with a sickening crunch.

JJS: HERE COMES THE PAIN!

JJS springs off the dumpster and manages a Flying Leg Drop. His leg lands on Leo's neck and his screams of pain is heard and echoes throughout the alleyway. The fighting stops, as the Biker Kidz run to the end of the alley. The Hoody Crew pursue them and they turn back and have a quick second brawl. JJS superkicks another Hoody into a metal door and he clutches his torso in pain. The Biker Kidz run away and Petey smashes a car window, hot wires it and JJS puts his foot down on the accelerator, wheel spinning as they flee..

Petey: That was some hard business. Did you hear that dude's neck snap? JJ, I think you might have killed him.

JJS puts his head back on the seat, as they wait at traffic lights. He breathes slowly and closes his eyes.

JJS: It was me or him. Naturally, it had to be him. We better keep on the D/L, because the police are going to be all over this. The Hoodys will no doubt squeal and we will be public enemy #1. OK?

Petey: Yeah. Sure..

JJS opens his eyes again and they drive past a sign saying: You are now leaving Dunedin. They drive onto a highway and drive onwards into the sunset. Night is coming..

To be continued..
 
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this is my first so i'll take the easy way out and do an interview:

A short man in a cowboy hat is holding a mike in front of a huge 6"10 athletic guy in a tracksuit. they were in a gym and Da Shizzles crew were all hanging by watching. The intimidation on the interviewers face was clear to see...


Interviewer Billy Bob hickjob: Da Shizzle, my yu are a big fella. Welcome to the IWE!

Da Shizzle: Hold on 1 sec brother, you're welcoming me to the IWE. The IWE is mine, I welcome you and all the viewers to the IWE. This is Da Shizzles show and as a former world boxing champion Da Shizzle will tell you right now that he is gonna beat every single so called superstar who tries to challenge him in his complete dominance of the IWF! Damn Right beeatch!!


Billy Bob hickjob: erm ok... why did you make the change from boxing to wrestling at such a young age and with such a career ahead of you in boxing?


Da Shizzle: A career ahead of me?! I've already made the most successful title defences of all time with 8 on the bounce and i'm a multi millionaire and i'm officially the toughest son of a bitch in the world. The move to the IWE was easy, boxing has become too easy and in the IWE I can beat some of these chumps week in week out.


Billy Bob hickjob: Ok don't you tink that this could be an extremely tough move with the difference in fighting style?


Da Shizzle: Difference in style? Let me tell ya now, it's the same both times. I'm beating the crap out of people in boxing and i'm beating the crap out of people in the IWE, now if you carry on trying to mae out that some stupid whiney little punk has a chance against Da Shizzle then its you thats gonna be getting the first beating of my IWE career!


Billy Bob hickjob: Ok well thanks for talking to me and i'm gonna get going


Da Shizzle: You don't finish interviewing until i say you're done now ask Da Shizzle just how Shizzley he is!


Billy Bob hickjob: I really don't see the need....


Da Shizzle: You What?!



Da Shizzle grabs Billy Bobs head and rams it into a nearby tv screen, he then grabs a fire extinguisher and smashes Billy Bob over the head with it before spraying it so that the foam spel the words yo beeatch :p
Da Shizzle walks off whistling as if nothing had happened whilst peple rushed over to Billy Bob to help him. it certainly seems like Da Shizzle is up for a fight
 
Thursday night in the Sport Centre in Teignmouth is always alive. The usual crowd of misfits, troublemakers and teenage gangs are here to hang and "watch" the new UK champion train.
His Coach, JC Campbell, an american former kickboxing champion is waiting outside his office, waiting for the man to be changed. The man they have come to see is an inspiration to all his fighting colleagues.
A big athletic man, with a new gleaming gold title, encrusted with red jewels is sitting at the desk in plush leather reclining chair, watching the TV.


*KNOCK**KNOCK*

MW: Who is it?

JC: Santa Claus, who do ya think?

JC Campbell opens the door, and the new champion remains unmoved, focused on the TV. He is watching the video of his last fight, scrutinising his every move, making notes on mistakes he makes.

JC: Their all wating for you out there

MW: I know, but i'm not going out.

JC: Why??

MW: I hate being the best, there's nothing to aspire to.

The commentator on the video shouts at the top of his voice, as the Champion delivers aa shining wizard to his latino opponent, Huxo De Lorez.

MW: See thats me (pointing at the video). I'm a fighter, i enjoy it. I don't fight for the money or the fame. I fight for the entertainment of the fans and to gain personal achievement. (He pauses and looks down, before looking JC straight in the eye.) The person they want to see out there is a man who fights for stardom. The fans they don't respect me for what i am.

JC: But Matt your the best, your UK Champ!!

MW: People know me as that, they don't come up to me in the streets and say hey you're Matt West, they recognise me as the UK Champ.

JC: Well what shall i tell all of your adoring fans out there?

MW: Don't tell them anything, i have an announcement to make and i want you to hear it now.

JC: Go on...

MW: I've thought about this long and hard, i've had little sleep. But... i've decided...to forfeit my title

JC: YOU WHAT!?! YOU'VE WORKED F****** HARD FOR THAT AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA GIVE IT UP?

MW: JC, we have been through it all, you've always been there for me. Now i'm moving on. I've decided that i'm going to adopt my kickboxing style into something else. Wrestling!

JC: Wrestling?? Thats a sport filled with poofs and pansies, and you wanna become one of them.

MW: Like i said earlier, i feel that in wrestling there is more of an audience and i can gain more personal recognition.

JC: So you're just gona leave me and these fans behind??

MW: Not exactly, i want you to come with me!

JC: I duno what to say

MW: You could say yes

JC: Um......

TO be continued!
 
*An interviewer comes towards The Big Khan for an interview*

I: Hi there Khan.
TBK: Hi.
I:This will be your debut in IWE, what are your thoughts?
TBK: Well as a child i watched professional wrestling on the TV. I never knew that this day would come true and be reality. It's just awesome.
I: But you don't know who you will be up against. It could be anyone.
TBK: I respect all my opponents I meet in the ring with. Even it's a giant! My goal is to become the new rising superstar.
I: Ok Khan best of luck for the match-up tonight.
TBK:Thanks.

*Khan leaves muttering a verse of the quran*

*When suddenly a loud CRASH! is heard.

To be continued....
 
Trev is sat at a New York Yankees baseball game. The Yankees are 3-1 up. Trev has enjoyed Baseball since he was a kid and has been to every game he has been able to. He looks down the row to see a stunning women in her mid 20's sat on her own watching the game. He slides down the aisle to sit next to her.

Trev: Hey there.

Girl: Hello.

Trev: Just saw ya on your own and thought i'd come and give ya some company.

Girl: Well thanks. So, who do I have the pleasure of meeting then?

Trev: My names Jack but been called Trev ever since I was 13. It's a long story but i'll tell ya about it some other time.

Girl: oooooook. I'm Leanne. What makes you think we'll see eachother again?

Both of them smile at each other

Trev: Well after this game I was wondering wether you wanted to go out for a meal or something...

Girl: Yeh alright, it's a date. But It might have to be a bit shorter than you would have wanted because gotta get up dead early for work tomorrow.

Trev: Great. What do you do for a living then?

Girl: Well you know the new wrestling promotion IWE? They have the first show coming out soon. Well I work for them. And yourself?

Trev: Ahh yeh I've heard of them. That must be a really cool job working in that kind of buisness. I don't have a job. Did work for a TV production but they went bankrupt and so everyone lost their job.

Girl: Yeh I used to work at the WWE but didn't get on with anybody there. Well your a pretty muscular guy, why don't you come with me tomorrow morning and see wether you could get a job at IWE. I reckon you'll suit it just great. Handsome, strong and unemployed. Perfect!

Trev looks away and thinks about it for a second.

Trev: Sure why not. And it will mean I see more of you which would be fantastic.

Girl: Great, we'll talk a lot more at dinner tonight...
 
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