PCWF Retribution Card 2/06/07

[GrayNicolls]

JJS vs Don Pedro vs Tun Mun vs Jaztheman- Continental Championship Number One Contender

JJS was unlucky to lose last week to Zoraxis and, therefore not get his shot at the Undisputed gold. Tun Mun was beaten down by Jaztheman and Don Pedro was in a double KO against Jimmy G. Now they're all together in a triple threat for the Continental Championship Number One Contender.

Jimmy G vs Chesney Daniels

After a beat down last week, Chesney Daniels must face off against Crabbe and Goyle's master, Jimmy G. Jimmy G will be looking to find his winning form again after a draw with Don Pedro.

Johnny Styles/Crabbe/Goyle vs Zoraxis/Pinchinator/Shravi- 6 man tag

Johnny Styles teams up with goons Crabbe and Goyle to face his arch-rival Zoraxis. Team Zoraxis also consists of Pinchinator- who must be sore after last week's beating from Crabbe and Goyle- and debutant, Shravi- looking to make an impact in PCWF.

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RPs due Friday, Midnight (GMT) Again, please RP in this thread.

 

[pinchinator]

I Hate Everything about by Three Days Grace hits the speakers.

DT: What the hell? Who is this guy??

Pinchinator walks down to the ring looking totally focused on the match ahead not even looking at the crowd just foucsed on the ring.

CG: Its Pinchinator!!!!! but whats with the new entrance music?
DT: Who knows.

Pinchinator spots the two commentators and walks over to them.

CG: Yo Pinchinator have time for an interview?

Pinchinator glares at him.

Pinchinator: *sighs* Fine

DT: OK first Question what the hell is with the new entrance music?
Pinchinator: It symbolises the new me
CG: What do you mean by the new you?
Pinchinator: The new i couldn't give a **** about anything and anyone me
DT: Ok so what can we expect from the new you?
Pinchinator: A total destruction of everyone in every match wether im in it or not!
CG: Ok thanks for your time Pinchinator
Pinchinator glares at him then walks off to his corner waiting for his so called partners for the match

 

[GrayNicolls]

The scene is set on the outskirts of a village. It's raining and people are rushing indoors, back into the warmth. Johnny Styles looks back at the the way he's just come. He sees outlines of mountains on the horizon. He looks down his front, his suit is soaking wet. He walks steadily into the village. The village looks very old, most of the buildings look to be crumbling away. Right ahead, on the other side of the village is a huge castle upon a large hill. He had heard that this was where the people he was meeting live. He walks on and sees teashops, sweetshops and a joke shop, where there are several kids staring at the display. Johnny looks right and sees the pub where he is supposed to be meeting these people. He rushes towards it and pulls hard on the door handle. The door is stiff and takes a little more effort to open, but as soon as it does, Johnny rushes inside. He's greeted by a sudden burst of warmth and the expression on his face relaxes slightly. He looks around the pub. It's quite shabby and not many people are in it. Johnny doesn't really appear to think about that as he makes his way to the far side of the bar. He sits down next to two large lads. They're instantly recognizable as Crabbe and Goyle. Both are sporting green T-Shirts with a snake logo on. Goyle is drinking some bottled beer, and Crabbe is looking at Johnny.

Crabbe: You look tired.

Johnny: Yeah, you didn't tell me how bloody long the trip will be!

Crabbe: We have to make it every year, and we're cool with it.

Johnny: Well, I guess it takes some getting used to. What did you want me for, anyway?

Goyle starts slurping his drink. Crabbe turns around and looks at him. Goyle doesn't seem to notice, so Crabbe smacks him on the back of the head. Goyle's beer drops to the floor and smashes.

Crabbe: Anyway...we've asked you here to tell you to turn against Chesney. He's no good.

Johnny looks quite taken aback.

Johnny: What?

Crabbe: You really think he cares about this promotion? He isn't bothered about it. He's just sitting back and letting you do all the work.

Johnny: He helped last week...

Crabbe: That was because me and Goyle beat the **** out of him. He wouldn't have bothered otherwise! We're your tag team partners, we're looking out for you, Johnny. Oh, and do you wanna drink?

Johnny: Yeah, whisky please...

The barman comes over with a glass of whisky which he puts down on a grubby mat in front of Johnny Styles.

Crabbe: Believe us?

Johnny: Well...he is trying...

Crabbe: No, he isn't! This week we're teaching him a lesson. Not that he'll beat the 4'8" great, anyway. Are you in?

Johnny taps his fingers on the side of his glass, in thought.

Johnny: You've convinced me. Chesney doesn't care. This week, he'll be leaving the arena in an ambulance.

Crabbe: This week? Our plans extend further than that! I'm talking about the next pay-per-view.

Crabbe and Goyle laugh causing everyone in the pub to look at them. Johnny takes a large gulp of his whisky and goes red in the face. He drops the glass and starts coughing and spluttering. Crabbe and Goyle continue to laugh.

Crabbe: Oh yeah, forgot to tell you that this is no ordinary whisky. Come on, we'll take you back to our place and we can discuss some strategy.

Johnny: We haven't even spoken about the match yet...

Crabbe: That's because there's no need. You really think we're going to have a problem against that anger man, Pinchy, who can't even get an offensive move in on us, Zoraxis, who's no match for you, and a debutant?

Johnny: I guess so...

They all get up off their stools and walk out of the door, people in the bar still staring at them.

 

[ZoraxDoom]

*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...​

 

[shravi]

* “Now we show you a special video put together with the help of the wrestler Shravi which will give you a deeper insight into his background and his rise to fame in the PCWF.” *


I grew up in the vast, dusty, deserted deserts of Mexico where finding a person meant finding salvation. My family’s poor economic situation didn’t help the cause either; my dad was a poor farmer, making little or no profit and my mother did nothing.

My whole childhood had passed until an idea had suddenly crept into my dad’s mind and there in front of me, was, a television. I didn’t know what to do with it at first but soon I found some channels I liked, and that’s where my fantasy with wrestling began. It was love at first sight and seeing those people lift championship gold, even if it was on a television, gave me a ray of hope. Perhaps there was a light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps there was a way out of this god-forsaken home, perhaps I could get somewhere in life. My life’s only ambition slowly shifted towards aspiring to be a professional wrestler.

Soon, through sheer determination and grit, I practiced everything the once unheard of “sport” had to offer and had mastered every move in the book. Yet, there was one vital thing missing; the missing piece of the puzzle. My parents’ support. My dad wished for me to work in the fields as all previous generations in my family had. That's when I thought- it’s now or never. I packed my bags and set for California. I would hoist that championship gold aloft.

I soon applied for admission in a professional wrestling school where I would really be put to the test. A true reflection of my ability would come through. I simply refused to sit down and I rose to the ranks and with consistent performances I caught the eye of some WWE employees who then drafted me into the PCWF.


* Immediately fades to live broadcast and shows Shravi who says, “And here I am.” *

 

[H0wZ4T!]

*JJ Simpson is driving down a country road, when suddenly his car splutters and skids into a corn field. He pops up the bonnet and pure black smoke floats out. JJS gets in his car and takes a phone from the seat next to him. He calls someone.*

JJS: Hey.. No, don't hang up! I need some help... My ride has gone boom and I need a lift... No Dad, I am not drunk!... Well, put your underpants on and drive out here!... Whatever.

*JJS ends the call and punches the dashboard in pure anger. He counts to ten and gets out the car, just as a thunderstorm begins. He opens the trunk, grabs a backpack and runs out of the corn field. He notices a small bicycle and hops on it. A teenager attempts to chase him, throwing an orange at him.*

JJS: Sorry kid! I need your bike, I'll bring it back..! Kind of..

*JJ cycles down the road, taking a glance back at his burning car. The rain hammers down on JJS, like pellets, as he desperately rides towards the PCWF venue.*

Will JJS make it back to civilisation? Could he miss his match? Will he really give the teenager his prized bike back? And why is JJS' Dad in no underpants?..

Find out in Part 2, coming soon..

 

[ZoraxDoom]

BOOM!!!!

'Dus bahane kurke laygaye dil, oh laygaye dil! Dus bahane kurke laygaye dil!'

CG: And here comes Zorax!!!
DT: What is that pile of rubbish doing in a fine federation such as PCWF is still a mystery to me!

*Zorax runs down the entrence ramp, shaking hands and hitting high fives with his adoring fans. The crowds love him. However, in the corner of the stadium is a small group of ugly teenagers in black-and-green robes booing him. But the rest of the audience don't care, they love this fella.*

Zorax: WAZZZA People!!!

*WAZZZA!!! Goes the adoring crowds*

I'm sure you all saw last week, that I, Zoraxis Nostradamus, beat JJ Simpson to become the Number One Contender for the Undisputed Title.

*The crowd cheers widly, the robed freaks hiss and boo but are drowned out*

Well, the jobs just half done. I still have one more match to win. Against the other contender, Jhonny Styles.

*Everyone boos, except the robed freaks who yelp and cheer*

And this week, I have a chance to show him wat I am made of with my two fabulous team mates, Pinchy and Shravi.

*Just as Zorax says that, there is an explosion, and Pinch appears out of nowhere. He plays a few sizzling cords on his guitar -boy this lad has talent- and runs down the ramp high fiving everyone he encounters. Seems that a friend of Zorax's is a friend of his loving fans too. As he climbs into the ring, the Hogwarts section of the crowd pull out a 'Pinchy SUCKS' signs which has a moving image of Pinchy and Chez being broken through the table. Crabbe and Goyle start dancing around and jeering, and then join in the booing and chanting of 'Zorax and Pinchy sitting in a tree...". However, no one pays any attention to them, and the camera shifts back to the ring...*

Pinchy! Ma man! Wassup?
Pinchy: Oh, nothing much Zorax, how you doing bud?

*They high five and shake hands*

Not bad. Say, isn't Shravi supposed to be here?

Nah, sorry, he couldn't come. He was to busy training. Let me tell you, this guy is a hardworker. He has the talent, and great determination and pushes himself to the extreme. I've never seen anyone like him, and I think he'll go far. He is determined to make an impact in the tag match this week.
As for me, I have a few things I want to say.
Crabbe and Goyle WILL pay!!!

*The crowd cheer loudly. Crabbe and Goyle in the picture stick their tounges out and point to Pinchy on the broken tables as if to say 'Yea right'. The rest of the Slythering gang countinue to be a nuisance to all aroudn them, people surrounding them have all moved away.*

Yes, I may have lost last week, but I am prepared now. I have been training like a madman, and am determined to pull off a win. And with Zorax and Shravi by my side, how will I lose?

Amen!

*The crowd goes beserk. 'Dus Bahane' hits the speakers and Pinchy accompanies it on his guitar as the two make their way out of the ring to a cheering crowd. The Slytherins have started aiming spells and Zorax and Pinchy, but miss terrible. Somebody call security...*

DT: WTF was that? That was ****. These two don't deserve to be on the winning side.
CG: Au Contraire! These two and Shravi are immesely talented competitors and I won't be suprised if they beat out Jhonny Styles and those two thugs Crabbe and Goyle!

THe camera cuts to advertisments...

 

[H0wZ4T!]

*JJS is still cycling down a long road. He turns a corner and recognises the local supermarket. However, he forgets to keep going and crashes into a wall. The bike is crushed and JJ is without a ride.*

JJS: *whilst holding his head* Damn!

*He checks his bag and takes out a brown wallet. He frantically runs toward a bus, jumps onto the door and pays the driver.*

----------------------- 10 minutes later... --------------------

JJS: Yes, I made it!

*He walks up the stairs and falls in the door. Willis, the security guard looks at the collapsed JJS.*

Willis: Um, JJ, dogs pee on that floor.
JJS: At this time... I do not give a flying f***...
Willis: *quietly* Fine then. Your health.

*Willis sits back down on his Ikea chair and picks up Security Guard Monthly and begins to read. However, the theme music of PCWF starts and JJS hops up and runs through the double doors to backstage.*

 

[GrayNicolls]

RPing closed.