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Superstars You Would Have Chosen (except TJP)

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Posted 06 August 2011 - 02:00 AM

The name explains it.

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Posted 06 August 2011 - 03:10 AM

[What a great night for PCW, but most certainly not over yet. It is midway through PCW, and everybody is waiting for this mystery superstar to arrive. Video clips have been playing for the past month and the arrival is set for tonight. The lights go out and a spotlight is put on the stage. Now the lights go to green and a limo is driving on the stage. The limo is black with dollar signs painted on the doors. The fans are not used to this and are loud as ever! The roof is about to blow as the driver gets out and opens the door for this superstar! The wait is over, it's Ted Dibiase! I Come From Money by Kevin Rudolf is playing.The fans on their feet, as the second generation superstar steps out of the limo. He is wearing a very expensive black and white suit. Ted start's walking but he walks as he is taking his time. Ted DiBiase has a smirk on his face and fans didn't see this coming. He walks swiftly to the ring and performs a taunt on the way. He then goes on the turnbuckle and makes the money sign with his hands. Ted DiBiase steps down and is handed a microphone. Ted admires the audience of PCW tonight and begins to speak]

Ted DiBiase-Fortunate Son
I look like a million dollars tonight! And trust me unlike you, I know what that looks like. [Ted DiBiase smiles at the crowd and loud cheers turn into loud boos] Go ahead boo the man who can buy and sell you in the blink of a eye. [Ted starts to laugh a little and the fans give more of a negative reaction] You see my limo over there? Well actually I bought that about a hour ago just for my first night here. You know why? Cause I FREAKEN CAN! That limo was just a dip into my trust fund, but hey I can do dips like that for a hundred years, without even using half of the trust fund. I bet if all of you work together and combine your paychecks you still couldn't even afford my tights. I wipe my ass with money, while all of you guys save up just to see me. I fly in my private jet and you can't even afford first class. To all the guys here tonight, your lucky I don't want any of your girlfriends here tonight. Otherwise, Ladies come to me. These girls don't just want me for my cash, they also want me for my million dollar looks.I'm a one man treasury, cause the rich get richer and the poor just get by. Most of you guys are midclass and probably can't afford gold. Well I was born into gold and there's no gold I want more then the PCW championship but i'll get back to that later. I just can't focus tonight because I don't like being around average people. Ew man, some of you guys are worse then average. [Ted starts gives a smirk and ignores the very loud boos from the audience] Like my song says I come from money, I come from class. Being born into greatness gives me the choice to do anything.

[Ted DiBiase holds the microphone as he laughs at the crowd. After a few moments Ted begins to speak again]

Ted DiBiase-Fortunate Son
As all of you know, I'm Ted DiBiase Jr. I'm the third generation superstar and my father is the million dollar man! I left the WWE because it started becoming second class. You know I might just buy the WWE in the future. [Ted smirks after that comment] But now I'm in first class baby PCW! You know my father once told me "Everyone has a price."That's true EVERYONE can be bought but I'm well.. [Ted DiBiase pauses for a very short moment] I'm Priceless! I'm the only person in this world who can't be bought. Hell, my father used to buy his way to championships but I have something my father didn't, pure talent. No disrespect to the million dollar man but I'm so ahead in this business at such a young age. There's been a misunderstanding cause I'm not like my father. In fact, i'm nothing like my father! You see my father doesn't like any company but the WWE. However, my billion dollar trustfund was opened two years ago. Man all that money is MINE, and thats why I don't need his approval anymore. Cause the only two things my father gave me was a last name and a trust fund [Ted DiBiase pauses for a short moment as he is admiring the crowd.] Third generation has it's perks but either way it's my destiny to be the best. I came to make an impact here in PCW and that's exactly what i' m going to do. My father nor anybody in that lockeroom is going to stop me. My last name may scare ya, but hey my amazing talent is even more scary.Hey man it sucks for you but it's gold to me. That's why i'm the "Fortunate Son." [Ted DiBiase is pointing to the crowd as he is making this comment.][ I'm living each and everyone of your dreams but this is average to me. To whoever said "Money doesn't buy Happiness", Ha Just look at me!

[Ted DiBiase holds down the microphone and pauses for moment. He then raises the microphone up to his mouth to begin speaking again]


Ted DiBiase-Fortunate Son
You know since i'm such a nice guy, I got a surprise for everyone in the arena tonight. I arranged something special for my first night here in PCW! Now, I know this times are hard and you all have been probably saving up to attend tonight. You guys probably can't afford to go out for the next few months. Hey its okay don't worry. I dipped into my trust fund again and arranged money for everyone here tonight!!!!!! [ The loud boos turn very quickly into very very loud cheers. The crowd is jumping up and down for money.Ted continues to speak] Let the cash rain! [Money starts falling from above the arena and fans are jumping to catch it! The fans are all excited and are awaiting for the money to reach to them. As the fans catch the money, they see Ted DiBiase Jr's face on it!. The camera zooms into the money and the fans are extremely angry. The loud cheers turn just as quick as they did back into boos. Ted DiBiase is laughing and watching the fans catch the DiBiase money. Ted raises the microphone and begins to speak again] Ha, what's the matter you don't want the money I donated to all of you losers. [Ted DiBiase pauses for a short moment and picks up one of the million dollar DiBiase papers. He smiles as he is admiring his picture on it] I think that guy on the money, is a million times better looking then Benjamin. [Ted smiles as he makes this comment.] Do you people actually think I would give you money!?!?!? Not in a million years, you see I don't donate money to whiny average bums like you guys. Got it? Matter of fact I don't donate money at all!

[i][Ted DiBiase pause for a moment. He looks at his money more and starts to chuckle at the disappointed fans. Ted then begins to speak]


Ted DiBiase-Fortunate Son

Anyways back to what I was talking about earlier. Ted DiBiase next PCW world champion, sounds like a million dollars doesn't it? Not only will the title look good "for" me and well "on" me but it will also look good for PCW. It's not my honor to own that title but it should be PCW's honor. Cause man I've seen some of the guys here and they look like they just came from the hobo's box by the dumpster near one of my mansions. I forgot which mansion but that's not important right now. Point is PCW needs me! I've seen the roster here in PCW and it's impressive but trust me nowhere near priceless! Honestly, no one here will be a challenge for the Fortunate Son. I could buy anyone on that roster and to be honest mostly everybody is pretty "cheap". The difference between me and the rest of the lockeroom in the back, is that I'm destined for greatness and they are killing themselves to catch up to greatness. People can get to greatness through some serious hardwork or they can buy their way like me. I won't let anybody spoil my dream. I'm no average man. I bleed "Green"(money) and they bleed "red". I don't care about the cost but i'm going to be world champion very soon guys, Cause I got the talent and money to do ANYTHING. Growing up in a family of stars, i'm the one who stands out. Don't you dare judge me because I live a privileged lifestyle.

I'm the "Fortunate Son"


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Posted 06 August 2011 - 02:52 PM

SCENE ONE; DRAGON'S AWAKENING

As the fans in the Pit in Albuquerque, New Mexico are sitting restless in their seats, an odd music begins to play. At first it's just weird sounds until a loud synth begins to play and the fans know exactly what's going on. The synth plays a bit more and we here a countdown behind it..

SEVEN
SIX
FIVE
FOUR
THREE
TWO
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The fans are on their feet, cheering their guts out as the intro to "The Final Countdown" by Europe blares over the speakers. It doesn't take long for the subject of this music to hit the stage, dressed in a red and silver robe and his ring gear, we all know him as the "American Dragon" Bryan Danielson! Danielson makes his way down to the ring swiftly as his music continues to blare over the speakers. He makes his way around the ring, slapping as many hands as possible before climbing onto the apron and into the ring. He walks over to the corner as the chorus of the song approaches, climbing onto the second turnbuckle and raising his hand just as the iconic words are screamed in unison by the fans in the Pit..

"IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!"

Danielson drops down from the turnbuckle after that, a grin appearing on his face. He walks over to Bruce Buffer, retrieving a microphone before using his other hand to rub the stubble on his face. He nods his head a bit before speaking.

BRYAN DANIELSON
PCW, huh? It's good to see that I haven't gone unnoticed to all of you PCW fans. Ya'see, for over ten years I've worked my way up from the bottom. I know there are guys like Cody Rhodes, the Rock, and the Miz here, guys who began their careers at the top. Guys that never had to work or train to get in, because their fathers or grandfathers were such big names that they were instantly successful, or because they were on a reality show. I didn't have that luxury. The only luxury I had was my determination and will to achieve my dream, and that dream was to become the BEST in the WORLD. I didn't hope to make it big off some stroke of luck, I got out on my own and I worked for it. I trained with some of the best ever, including William Regal and Shawn Michaels, so I could get closer and closer to my dream. Now? Now I don't dream, I live. There isn't a soul out there who's seen one of my matches and walked away unimpressed. There isn't a man on this planet that has stepped into the ring with me and left without thinking "That guy, that guy is something." Just ask Tyler Black, ask CM Punk, ask Austin Aries, ask Roderick Strong, ask anybody on this roster that knows talent and they'll tell you it's not a dream anymore, it's a reality. I am the best in the world and I prove it each and every time I step through these ropes. So now it's time for ol' Bryan Danielson to move on to a new goal, a new thing to achieve and that thing is the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. There was a time where people told me I would never be a World Champion, but those people are the same people that told me I'd never be the best. That I'd just be a small fish in a big pond. I proved them wrong years ago and I will CONTINUE to prove them wrong. In every company I go to, I make history. I put on classics with every guy in the back and right now, I see a lot of guys that I could put on a show with. I see a lot of guys these fans would love to see me face, but the guy I'm obviously gunning for is a man that deserves a hell of a lot of praise, a guy that I respect with every ounce of my being. That man is Christian Cage. Christian, he's just like me in a way. He never had that backing of a reality show or family, he got where he is today off pure skill and hard work. He worked for over 15 years to finally win that PCW World Heavyweight Championship and for that I respect him. But this is a sport and just because I respect somebody doesn't mean I'm gonna tip toe around it, so take this as me officially calling Christian Cage out. Christian, I'm the best in the world. That isn't me boasting or reciting some cliche catchphrase, that's a fact. When I step into that ring, I put my BLOOD, my SWEAT, and my TEARS into EVERYTHING I DO! I don't rest until I'm satisfied Christian and I won't be satisfied until I've had a match with you. So Christian, what do ya' say? You and me, one on one, for that PCW World Heavyweight Championship. You have my word that if it happens, you will get the absolute best. You'll get the submission master, the striking specialist, the grappling machine. You name it Christian and I know how to do it and do it well, so when you step into the ring with me with PCW World Heavyweight Championship on the line, I want you to know one thing. I may respect you, hell, I like you Christian. But when that bell rings and I get a hold of you? You will have two options:

The fans all yell in unison with Danielson as he speaks into the microphone one last time.

TAP...or SNAP!

With that, Danielson drops the microphone. "The Final Countdown" blares over the speakers once more as Danielson makes his leave, slapping the hands of a few fans as he makes his way up the ramp and eventually out of sight.

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The following scene contains bad humor, non serious comments, and stupid jokes of several varieties. If you find any of the aforementioned things to be offensive, please divert your eyes from the computer screen and scroll away immediately.
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SCENE TWO; BURIALS

The camera rolls and we see Bryan Danielson sitting at his desk in his home, holding a piece of paper. Dressed in a casual attire, Danielson seems pretty relaxed as he sits back in his chair and begins to speak.

BRYAN DANIELSON
This is for Rob in wherever the hell Rob is from. Rob asks: [Danielson begins to read off the paper.] "Who would you bury, if you had to bury somebody in PCW?" [Danielson crumples up the paper and throws it behind him. He looks back at it and then back at the camera.] I'll pick that up later. Anyway, that's an interesting question Rob from wherever the hell Rob is from, and here's your answer. If I had to BURY somebody in PCW, I'd BURY Michael Cole, because he's annoying. I'd also BURY Roderick Strong, because he's a moose. Hmm. I'm sure there are others I'd BURY, it really all depends. Maybe Bruce Buffer, because he's a great announcer. Yeah, I'd BURY Bruce Buffer. I'd BURY Austin Aries for thinking I suck because I don't BURY people enough. Am I BURYING enough people now? Do I need to BURY HHH for having a large nose? He does, so I guess I'll BURY HHH. I have to BURY his wife too now, because she has large breasts. Maybe I'll BURY the Undertaker for BURYING people. See, now I'm BURYING people who BURY people, so if anybody out there BURIES people like I am now, you're gonna have to BURY me because I'm gonna BURY you. It's a long chain of BURYING. Is this enough BURYING for you, Austin? I hope so, otherwise I'm gonna have to BURY Rob for asking me who I'd BURY, thus starting this entire chain of BURIALS. So thanks Rob from wherever the hell Rob is from for that great question. That's all I've got for now though, I need to go BURY some people. It just feels good to BURY people now, I can't get enough BURYING.

With that, Danielson begins to go on a tirade about, well, burying things. He does this for a couple moments before stopping abruptly. He looks at the camera, a puzzled look on his face, before pressing the button to turn the camera off. End scene.

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Posted 06 August 2011 - 03:47 PM

Hehe... If I had to repost all my samples, a whole page worth would be taken up.

I'll group up my favorites.


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Posted 06 August 2011 - 05:42 PM

PCW is LIVE IN Las Vegas, Nevada!!!!!!!!

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Alan ****** The Wolfpack
How bout that ride in. I guess that's why they call it sin city. Ha ha ha. You guys might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolfpack of PCW! But when my old friend Doug brought The Rock home I knew he was one of my own. And my wolfpack, it grew by one. So there were two of us in the wolfpack. I was alone first in the pack and then The Rock joined in later. And 6 months ago, when Doug introduced me to Generation Now. I thought wait a second, could it be. And now I know for sure that I just added three guys to my wolfpack. Five of us wolves, running around the desert together in Las Vegas looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast to the new team here in PCW. We asked CM Punk to join but for some odd reason, he said no get that stuff away from me. Then I thought I didn't need him anyway. So I'm here in PCW starting with a team because you can't do much with a one man wolfpack. Jesus it's hot here, but I guess we don’t do dessert anymore? Ya didn’t get that memo? Would a cupcake kill ya [Allan coughs and says the next line a very asswhole type of way.]*PCW Mangement sucks....Anyways I'm glad all of you people like me.


Alan ****** The Wolfpack
Anyways, today on the drive here with my wolfpack, this guy Wade Barrett asked me if he can get a ride to the arena but I told him Wolfpack only. Find another seat! That message goes out for everybody in PCW! The talent back there is very rude, this guy I'm not going to say his name [Allan Coughs and says the name] *Christian... touched my satchel and I told him Careful! That is a Lewis Vuitton!

Allan now takes out a piece of paper, to give a speech.

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Alan ****** The Wolfpack
Hey everybody, here’s some fun facts. The population in Thailand if 63 million people. It is twice the size of Wyoming. It’s chief exports are textiles, footwear and rice. Each year, approximately 13,00 people are killed in car accidents in Thailand. The climate in Thailand…None of you know Rock like I do. Not you. Not you. Not you. Not you. Not nobody knows Rock like I do. No one. I can’t even tell you what we’ve been through because we made a pact, more important than blood. What I can tell you is this. This is not Rock's first teamwork. There was a whore in Las Vegas a couple of years ago…[Fans boo and Allan keeps acting like a jackass] The Rock is hurt right now but ....Well he was originally supposed to sing Burn it Up by the Jonas Brothers as I walk out, but then I remembered you people don’t like Indie Rock.



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Posted 06 August 2011 - 06:11 PM

DAFFNEY | "queen of hearts"

"So, I heard P.C.W. let some... balloons go recently..." Daffney takes a moment to hold her hand over her mouth suppressing a giggle. "Yes, we sadly had to let Tiffany, The Beautiful People, and pretty much any other blond on the roster that's not Trish or Taylor drift away... Goodness knows they had enough hot air in them to float off anyway. Which begs the question... how they always ended up laying on their backs?" Daffney tries to suppress another laugh, but can't help to laugh at her own joke. The fans are not as amused with her comments as she is. "Oh lighten up! It's funny. Don't you see? They all had boobs bigger than their brains, and they might as well have been filled like balloons! That's the problem with people around here. They're as tight as a rubber band stretched to it's limit. Any more tension at all, and they'd snap... I did that once. ... This is the result. I quite like it. I mean, what's the point in taking all this seriously? Or at least so seriously that you can't have a little... fun. I'm all for it. I look at things as though there's always something a little eschew. No one here is a bigger example of that than Taylor Wilde." Daffney grins wide, and clearly she's about to let loose. "Taylor Wilde is an air head. Not in the way the others were, but in the way that she's filled with enough hot air to keep a blimp floating. Not to mention, she acts like a queen around here. Sweetie, please... calm down. You're gonna bust a vessel at some point if you continue to respond to human contact with hostility. Pretty soon, you'll look behind yourself, and you'll notice that bridge you built earlier in your career? It'll be ashes in the ocean. Tell you what... surprisingly, I won't have been the one to burn it. YOU WILL! You know why? Because you take yourself way too seriously for your own good. You're a queen of nothing but permanent PMS." Daffney takes the time to let out a laugh again. This time, however, the crowd joins in. "Doesn't it feel go-... Good to laugh? See Taylor, you're missing out. Look at life with a pair of my eyes. You'll see all the things that you missed laughing at before. Honestly? I think you need to learn that... that you're probably a little scared of the competition now. You left the knockouts division, and it's full of talent now. Talent that you might not feel you measure up to. Well... not Lacey or... or... Daffney snickers a little "Kelly Kelly... I mean, they're every bit as bad as the ones who got dropped. Not only their collective heads as children, but also out of this company." Daffney smiles wickedly, and the crowd is once again not appreciating her humor. "AW! Did I speak ill of the soon to be dead? Because with me around, I'll kill you... well, not literally. That's illegal, but you will laugh until you die! As I was saying though, Lacey is blind to anything but gold and a mirror. Everything else is as relevant to her as the SAT test was. However, looks are finite, honey. They last only as long as your age will allow. Unfortunately, you can't be gifted with my superior wit and technique. Nor my sense of humor. However, I admire your work with a prop. The "Ugly stick"? Genius! Which... I'm sure you've never heard said about you, but it means you had a fleeting moment of brilliance with intellect. ... You..." Daffney smiles again, and she covers her mouth for a second. She relaxes, but maintains her malicious grin. "You probably didn't catch that. Google the words. I'm sure you have a pretty phone that you barely know how to operate. Really though... best of luck to you keeping up with me when I get going. That goes for all of the knockouts here. I'll hit the ground running... Unlike half of them, who hit the ground back first, and went as far as they did in college..." Daffney laughs outright again. She didn't even try to cover it up this time. She just laughs. "When I get going, I can't stop! I'm sorry! However, it does bode well for me. I'm something P.C.W. doesn't have. I'm no here to... put women's wrestling back on the map. I'm not here to declare myself the greatest ever. Honestly, I'm here to just have some fun. ... My own special brand of fun, but fun nonetheless. So, sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride. Because I'll tell you this much right now..."


It's gonna be a hell of a ride!


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Daffney with a lighter, but still slightly off gimmick in my mind.

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Posted 07 August 2011 - 02:06 AM

The scene opens up into a a nice big piece of land, in Northern England. This place is in a rural area. Besides grass and trees, a hige castle is seen off in the distance. The castle a little worn down, broken and degraded, obviously through time. This once magnificent structure was possibly the home of some noble during the medieval times. A voice off camera is heard.

.:REAL MEN WEAR PINK | DH SMITH | THE BRITISH PUREBRED:.
"This castle right there was once home to a king. He ruled the land with an iron fist. He was well hated, but no one DARED to stand up to him. Everyone knew their place back then. They all served the king, and obeyed him no atter what. See the king only looked out for himself, and no one else. Whatever the people grew, they gave to the king. The king took whatever he wanted. Whether it was the best food, clothes or any woman he wanted. He pillaged and plundered whenever he wanted. No one could stop him. Whenever they tried to stop him they were killed. That was until one fateful day when the peasants couldn't take it anymore. They revolted. They ended up burning down the castle with the king still inside, killing him, and scorching the land. Making it unable to be harvested. It went down in history as a bloody mess. There is an old saying, that you learn from history or your doomed to repeat it. From the times of kings to dictators, to presidents, power changed hands throughout the years. Until the rich became the ones with power. That is where I come in. I have been bred since an early age for greatness. I have been bred for MY kingdom. That kingdom is P-C-W! For years I had been told, that I am destined for more. That I wasn't just ment to run a city, a state or a country. I was told I would own the world. In order to do so, I need the PCW Championship. When I have that in my possession I will rule the world. No one in PCW can stop me. The peasants in that company can't stand up to me. I am a purebred. I was raised by the best. I come the wealthy section of England. I am embracing my father's side. He tried to rule the world and failed. Where he failed, I shall not. I will claim what is rightfully mine, and no one can stop me."


The camera pans to a man wearing a black suit with a pink tie and white shirt, and matching pair of black sunglasses. He looks at the camera, and continues to speak.

.:REAL MEN WEAR PINK | DH SMITH | THE BRITISH PUREBRED:.
"My name is David Hart Smith. DH Smith esquire. I am a purebred, and soon PCW and the world will soon realize why...


I'M BETTER THAN YOU!"


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The original idea for my current Dustin. Feb 11, 2011.


THE CORRUPTED DUSTIN RHODES
"PCW! For years, I have listened to the voices in my head. They have told me to do very, very bad things. Things that I wouldn't do myself. Never once have I had the inclination to wear a woman's wig, and shiny robes. Not once have I ever wanted to blend gender lines. Never once did I come out here with a rat. THAT WASN'T ME! That was them. That was the voices in my head. For years I had a fetish for gold." [Dustin breathes deeply, and rubs his chest.] "What did I just do? I rubbed my chest. That wasn't me! Get back in my head Goldust. You will never see the light of day again." [Dustin tilts his head to the side, staring off into space as if he was in a trance, and starts breathing heavy. As he begins to speak his voice is a little different.] "That is right Dustin, show him who's boss. Send him away so it can only be us. So that our reign of darkness can begin. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" [Dustin snaps out of his trance.] "Black Rain leave me alone! As I was saying, before I was interrupted. My name is Dustin Rhodes, and for years I have been plagued by the voices in my head. Some may say I am crazy. Some may say I am instable. Some may I need to be committed, but I will tell you that I am normal just like each and everyone of you. Granted I have my fair share of demons in my closet, but don't we all. My demons are what made me who I am today. My demons will be the ones that will help me gain the ultimate prize, the PCW Championship. For it is my time to shine. It is my time to stand under the spotlight and have it shine on my golden skin. It is my time to REIGN SUPREME, and cast darkness and depression all over PCW. For I am Black...Goooooool..." [Dustin unconsciously rubs his chest as he breath in deeply. As he reaches his upper chest, he suddenly stops and shakes his head.] "Dustin Rhodes. I am Dustin Rhodes and whoever stand in my way, will be bloodied and broken, on the way to greatness."

"AHHHMCH!"


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TRENT BARRETA
The Original Dudebuster

"DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE! I am Trent Barreta."
The fans start chanting "TRENT! TRENT!" Trent lowers the mic, smiles and nod his head. He places his hand by his ear, like Hulk Hogan. He smiles even wider. Trent raises his hands, and moves his fingers signifying to the fans to continue the reaction. "I love that. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Like I am wrapped up in a Snuggy®, on a cold winter's night. I am not out here to talk about snuggies, but each of you should buy one. I am out here to talk about the place I call home, PCW. A place where a dudebuster like myself can make it big. I have only been in one other promotion my entire career, and they didn't know who I was, and what a dudebuster is. They made me look like a fool. That is why I left that place. That is why I came here, to PCW. I can be myself, and STILL be a dudebuster. That other promotion didn't know what a dudebuster is. I kept telling them, and they never got it. I was like, DUDE! A dudebuster doesn't act like that. A dudebuster busts dude up! A dudebuster busts dude's lips, they bust a cap in their ass too. That is what a dudebuster is. they then proceeded to look at me like this." Trent lowers his hands down, and opens his mouth up. His jaw drops open, and he stares off in space. He stands there, for ten seconds as he raise his right hand to his head and scratches his head. The fans bust out laughing from his actions. He raises the mic again to his lips. ""DUDES! I am serious that was their look. They thought I was the fool. That I was the stupid one. At least I didn't look like them. I didn't look like a caveman, and not one of those cool Gieco® cavemen either. GEEEZ! Here at PCW I can be the dudebuster that i am. I went into their offices and told them what a dudebuster is, and they told me to come out here, and talk to you guys. They are giving me a chance. they will allow me to be me. I will guarantee you, that I, Trent Barreta am a dudebuster. I will BUST DUDES UP until I am at the top of this company, as your champion. Pound it, and BOOOM!"

Trent sticks out his clenched fist, pops it forward, and then brings it back opening his hand up. Now we all know what "Pound it, and Boom means. Trent drops the mic, and leaves the ring.


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the POPE
Ladies and gentlemen of the congregation. The man standing in front of you in the this ring, is the GREATEST wrestler of not only this generation, but of all time. His name is The Pope D'Angelo Dinero, and as your Pope he requests you to jeer Tyler Black at No More Sorrow. Why? Because YOUR Pope is going to be the next PCW World Champion. I have climbed the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows to get here, and wrestle for each and everyone of you. The Pope battled that wannabe Rock. He battled John Chain-a. He even beat Mr. Anderson...Anderson. By beating these men, Pope has secured his spot in immortality. No More Sorrow, will be Pope's night. The spotlight shines bright for your Pope. The stars are aligned, No one can stop me from getting what is mine...the PCW World Championship. The Pope is ass kicking, money dropping bling wearing, all and all the BEST EVER. You are looking at your next PCW World Champion.

BECAUSE...THE...POPE...IS...PIMPIN'!


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.:TODD GRISHAM:.
"Are my eyes deceiving me? What are you doing here?"

( Todd rubs his eyes. He can't believe what he is seeing. Todd just stands there as a familiar face walks into the scene. The man is wearing black jeans and a black shirt. Silver Oakley sunglasses, and a black bandanna around his head, framing his blonde hair sticking out underneath it. The man stands there rubs his mustache, as he begins to speak. )

.:HULK H2 HOGAN:.
LISTEN BROTHAH! I can do what I want, when I want, be anywhere I want. I don't have to answer to nobody. Not even a man like you. The only reason I'm here, BROTHAH is for my friend Eric Bischoff. See me and Easy E go way, way back. We revolutionized wrestling. We single handedly destroyed WWE for 85 consecutive weeks. He called me on the phone just the other day. Hogan makes the phone gesture with his hand and holds it to his ear. He said, Hulk I need your help. I just took over this company, and I need you to dissect the roster and take off the old weight. I answered OKAY BROTHAH! That is why I am here right now. Ya'see Todd, I am taking over all of this. Now hand me the mic, and leave before your fired.

( Todd gives Hogan the mic as he leaves. Hogan waits there looking at Todd walk away, a beaten man. The camera pans in on Hogan, who just smiles. )

.:HULK H2 HOGAN:.
Now listen, Pauley. You are finished here, Bischoff said he doesn't need you, BROTHAH! So pack up your belongings, and get the hell out of MY office. You heard it here first folks. The same two men that took WCW to new heights, are the same two men who will do it to PEE SEE DUBYA. We're takin' over. The band is gettin' back together. We have come to take over Pee See Dubya, and make it in our image. Nobody will stop us BROTHAH! Not The Rock, Not the asshole himself. Not even the Stinger can stop us. See if it wasn't for me and Eric none of those guys will be here. Everyone forgets Hulk Hogan as the greatest of all time. The man who made wrestling what it is today. Rocky, Dwayne, I paved the way for you BROTHAH! If it wasn't for my success at movies you wouldn't be where you are today. If it wasn't for the Mega hits I had like Suburban Commando, Mr. Nanny, one of the Rocky films, No Holds Barred, Ready To Rumble, Three Ninjas High Noon at Mega Mountain. All these films I made Rocky, when you were gettin' your huggies changed by your no talent father. Enjoy the Heavyweight Championship while you can. 'Cuz soon it will be mine, BROTHAH! The same can be said to you asshole Ken. You title will belong to me soon enough as well. Why? 'Cuz just like Rocky, and his daddy, you are talentless, Ken. You got lucky at No More Sorrow, but Eric and me will not let that happen again. You're with us or you're against us, BROTHAHS! Tonight marks the beginning of a new Pee See Dubya. We are taking it to the stratosphere. To places it has never been. 'Cuz the 24 inch pythons can carry this company, Whatcha' gonna do BROTHAH! Whatcha' gonna do when the NWO runs wild on you!


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(The scene opens up in a room with a mirror. This mirror is hanging on the wall. The camera pans out to reveal a man standing in front of the mirror. He is obviously admiring his physique. The camera cannot see who it is. As his back is to the camera. The camera rotates around, to show who is looking in the mirror. The person is revealed to be a young twenty something man. Those who know this man, know that it is Joe Hennig, a third generation wrestler. The newest member of the Primetime Championship Wrestling roster.)

the reflectionJOE HENNIGof perfection
"Hmmm. That is good! Look at that bicep, it is huge and perfect. Look at my chest and abs they are perfect as well. Everything about me is perfect. PCW, you may juts have signed Cody Rhodes, but his dashingness is nothing compared to my PERFECTION. Obviously wrestling right now is on a generational kick. I am high on that list of names. Why? Because not only do I have these flawless looks. I am perfect in everything I do. Whether it was my time playing football, or basketball. Whatever I set my mind to I accomplished. Wrestling is not too different, either. See I am just like The Rocks, the Randy Ortons the Cody and Dustin Rhodes, I am a generational wrestler. But that is where the similarities end. See unlike them, when I will win a championship, I will never lose it. That is what being perfect is all about, not losing. See, that is where my father and grandfather failed. My grandfather Larry The Axe Hennig, was a great wrestler, but when he won he kept losing. MY so called perfect father, wasn't any different. He would win a title then lose it. Not so perfect huh, dad? But see where you failed the Hennig name and the perfect life will be carried on, by ME, Joe Hennig. Besides the last name, that is the only thing I have in common with that hypocrite. I am not only a better athlete then my father, I am also better looking. Dad, died before it was time. SO the world only got a taste of PERFECTION! Now PCW get ready for a dose of perfection administered by me, Joe Hennig, The Reflection of Perfection."


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LANCE STORM | THE REAL CAPTAIN CHARISMA
May I be serious for a moment!

The fans in attendance boo Lance. Lance storm lowers the mic, looks around pissed. Although he seems calm. He takes a deep breath, and raises the mic back to his mouth.

LANCE STORM | THE REAL CAPTAIN CHARISMA
I want to welcome you to the new Pea-See-Double U! One that will be created in my image. In the image of pure wrestling. I am sick and tired of being treated as a second class athlete. This sport, once hailed athletes like me, but now it is about entertaining the fans. In every promotion I have been in, it has been this way. I have been held down my entire career. No matter if it was ECW, WCW, or the WWE. They all held me back. It is sad when someone like me can only hold a World Championship,in my native land, Canada. It's not my fault that I'm Canadian. It's not my fault that I'm better than anyone in this company. It's not my fault that the best wrestlers come from Canada. It's not my fault that I'm a great athlete, and it's not my fault that I'm the greatest technical wrestler alive today. People are afraid of greatness. They are afraid to look at themselves and realize that there are people, especially Canadians, better than them. Ken Anderson, Rock, Randy Orton, Robert Roode, John Cena, I am placing all of you on notice right now. That in order for this company to be taken seriously. A great athlete need to hold these respected titles. I am that athlete. I am the only man to ever hold three WCW championships at once. I look to add to that accomplish ment and be the first man to hold all the titles here at once. I will prove to all of you, and to all the doubters out there that I am worthy of headlining a wrestling company. That I am worthy to be taken seriously as an athlete, and be able to finally get what should be mine. That is being the ultimate undisputed champion in Pea-See-Double U. I need to be respected. By doing so you can all RISE for the playing of MY National Anthem.

O Canada, starts playing and the fans continue to show their disrepect, but booing Lance Storm even louder. They are trying to drown out his anthem. The disrespect he is getting, can visually be seen as Lance looks around. Lance lets out a big sigh as he raises the microphone back to his mouth.

LANCE STORM | THE REAL CAPTAIN CHARISMA
NO RESPECT! THAT IS ALL I GET, NO RESPECT! Soon each of you will learn to respect me. Why? Because I am going to show you why, I am the best wrestler on the face of this planet. I will bring back respect not only to this sport, but also this promotion. I am going to do this, by starting at the bottom and working my way up. Which brings me to a fellow Canadian, Robert Roode. This man walks around talking about being prideful in what he does. He boasts that he is the Pride Champion. You want to know what I think. Robert, you have no pride for wrestling. You only pride yourself in what you can buy. Money doesn't buy you happiness. It buys you nothing. See Robert, I pride myself in all aspects of wrestling. I can make you tap out. I can break your legs or hands. See I take pride in what I do. I take pride in this sport. I have given my heart and soul to this business. I have poured sweat and blood into the ring. Because I love what I do. What do I have to show for it? Nothing. Why? Because people like you, Robert. Unskilled, unpolished, green men like you have been given everything on a silver platter. When I have had to work for every little thing I've earned. I've earned numerous titles, I have earned accolades, but I haven't respect. See Robert, I will beat it into you, Then everyone will take notice. Then everyone will learn to respect a great athlete, a great man, but most importantly a great Canadian. See Robert, I hail from CALGARY...ALBERTA...CANADA! That means that I'm better then you. It also means we take pride not only in our own country, but also take pride in being the BEST. Robert, I will take your title, and finally get the respect I deserve.

Lance Storm lowers the mic, from his lips. He places his arms behind his back, and stands there basking in the jeers from the crowd in Pittsburgh. Lance Storm then raises the mic back to his mouth.

LANCE STORM | THE REAL CAPTAIN CHARISMA
That is something that I can take pride in, and something you can actually count on. No amount of money you have, can buy me off. No amount of money can stop me from taking that title off of you. That is something Robert, you can place your money on.

Lance Storm drops the mic as Turmoil goes to a commercial break.


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A man wearing a tuxedo enters the ring. HE is holding a microphone. this man seems to be a personal ring announcer, Ricardo Rodriguez. As the theme to the man he is introducing begins to play.

R I C A R D O R O D R I G U E Z
Peones de San Luis y las personas pobres de todo el mundo! Finalmente aquí en presencia de su! Un hombre de clase, un hombre de gran sabiduría! Un hombre que finalmente tiene todo el respeto de toda la PCW! Él es un hombre que venció a The Rock y convertirse en campeón indiscutible! La esencia de la excelencia! Es Albertoooooo del RiiiiiiOOOOooOOooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!

Who is this? Ahhh Yes! It is the man whom Ricardo just announced. Alberto emerges from the stage in his car. a car no one is St. Louis hardly ever sees, He is driving a 2011 Mercedes Benz. He slowly moves it up while honking repeatedly and comes to a stop. The fans are booing this young man. He steps out of his car and walks with an arrogance, confidence and cockinessabout him. The man is wearing a black suit and wrapped around his neck is a white scarf. He climbs up onto the entrance ramp. His signature pyro rains down as he performs his taunts to the boos of the crowd. He stands there for a few seconds, just smiles. As his pyro dies down, he descends the entrance ramp, surveying the peasants in the crowd. His confident smirk is on his face as he approaches the ring steps. He sprints up them, and enters the ring. His ring announcer exits, handing Alberto his microphone. Alberto waits for complete silence before beginning to speak.

A L B E R T O D E L R I O
Me llamo Alberto DEL Rio. For those who don't speak my language. I said, MY NAME IS ALBERTO DEL RIO! The man stops lowers the mic just a little bit, listening to the fan jeer and boo him. He smirks and raises the mic back to his mouth. But you already knew that. Unlike all you little simpletons out there. I am the essence of excellence. You know what that means. It mean that whatever I do, whatever I lay my hands on I make it that much better. Like this filthy town, I made it classy. You thought class was something you sit in for forty five minutes and learn MY language, you learn math, science and history. Well you are wrong. You cannot reach the level I am at. You cannot be this good looking, this rich, and this classy. I am living what each of you wish and that is the dream. I have it well off. I can buy anything I want. Like the Benz I drove today. I can get any woman I want, but of course I don't want any of you here, in Saint Louis. I have been to the finest schools,. I have superior intelligence, but in a place like this that isn't hard at all. I eat and drink the finest foods, drive the best cars. I make you want to be me. I am a man who had to turn down an invitation to William and Kate's wedding. Because I had my royal duties to do as well. I am a Mexican noble, I am the next...excuse me...I am the best thing here in PCW, and soon you all will agree with me.

The fans in the audience haven't let up with their hatred of this man. Alberto lowers the mic, as he smiles. Alberto shakes his head, raising his mic back to his mouth.

A L B E R T O D E L R I O
See, I have come here to PCW for one thing and one thing only, the Undisputed Championship. Granted you may say that I don't deserve it. That I have to earn my way to hold it. But that is where you are wrong. See it is my DESTINY to become your Undisputed Champion. I have been bred for this moment. I have been bred for greatness. It is my time. I know you have been hearing everyone say that, but when it comes out of the mouth of Alberto Del Rio, you know it is true. I would never lie to you. Alberto delivers his trademarked smirk, showing off his pearly whites. The fans continue to boo him. Some say certain things that we cannot repeat. There are two men standing in my way. They are Mr. Anderson, and The Rock. One thinks he is great, like me, he even announces it. The other says his name twice. One man, like me, comes from a wrestling heritage. The other calls himself an asshole. You know what we call and ass where I come from? We call it el burro. A donkey. Donkey's are use by peasants and laborers to build buildings. They hold a lot of useless weight. Donkeys, are stinky, smelly. They are horrible. Just like you, Anderson. People like me we don;t associate ourselves with the likes of donkeys or the simpletons who ride and use them. You had your chance at greatness, and you blew it. Stand aside and watch me take it from The Rock.

The fans in the audience begin chanting Rocky! Rocky! Others chant An-Der-Son!

A L B E R T O D E L R I O
Rock, the great one. As you call yourself, but see I know the truth. Remember I say this mouth doesn't lie. Rock, you are not great. You can say that all you want. Unless you step into the ring with true greatness and beat him then you can be called the great one. Rock, you are holding MY championship. You are holding what I have been bred to have. You are holding what is rightfully mine. To realize my destiny, you must realize yours Rock. My destiny is to, become the Undiputed Champion, and yours...well yours is one of retirement. Cowardice Rock is what your destiny is. You are one that backs down from challenges and tuns to Hollywood and make movies. You ran away when there was a fight. You run when someone stands up to you. Just like all these people, and the people in Mexico, you will bow at my feet. You will realize the road I walk down, isn't one that moral men can walk. It is the one that those, like myself, are destined for greatness. We walk down the road and it sets us apart. Now, Rock you have come to the fork inthe road. that fork is Alberto Del Rio. One road is a path of mediocrity. A road that the beaten and weak walk down. The other is my road the road that legends are made from. The road where you will be remembered forever. The road of immortality. Rock, your road ends tonight, and mine begins. Because it is my...DESTINY!

BUT YOU...YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT!


Alberto lowers the mic. He winks and smirks as Turmoil fades to black.


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We go from ringside to the back where Todd Grisham is waiting to give an interview.

GRISHAM QUESTION MAN
I am here with PCW's newest member. What is your name?

DELIRIOUS WHAT DID HE SAY?
Iamdelirious. Iamthebestthereisinwrestlingtoday. IamthenewesyrecruitforPCW. Ihavebeenallovertheworld. Ihavewrestledforeveryone,indifferentcountries. JustlikeeveryoneelseinthiscompanyIwantthePCWChampionship. TheRockisamanwhohasn'tfacedmebefore. NotthatIamafraidofhim,heisafraidofme.ManysaythatIamcrazyinyhead,BAHBAHBAHBAHbutIamnormal,and youallarethecrazyones. TheRockclaimstobeachampionofthepeople,butsomedon'tlikehim. Ifyouarethepeople'schampionthenevryoneshouldlikeyou. ThatiswhyIambetterthanhim. Idon'tneedctachphrases,Idon'tneedbigmuscles.wHY?BAHBAHBAHBAHBecauseIhavesomethingmoreimportantandthat is thefans. Theyloveme. Italkedtosomeearliertonight,andtheytoldmetotakeRockandthroughhimintheriver.BAHBAHBAHBAHBAHBAHBecausethatiswhatyoudowithbigrocks. PoorfisheysIwilltrynottohurtthem,butIthroughRockinhewillhurtthem. justlikehewillsoonhurtallthefans. Heonlycaresabout himselfandallthegold. Deliriouscaresforfans,andfisheys.

Delirious leaves and Todd just stands there scratching his head, as the scene fades to black.


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THE CROCK | PCW People's C.A.W.pion
"FINALLY..." (The Crock lowers his mic as the fans yell out the word "Finally" as well. He raises the mic back to his lips.) "FINALLY...THE CROCK...HAS COME BACK...TO SAINT LOUIS! It seems like forever since The Rock has been back here. The Crock has been busy, with movies that he couldn't see all your smiling faces. The Crock missed hear his named chanted by the MILLIONS..." (The fans yell millions, in response. The Crock lowers his mic, and the tilts his head back raising the mic back to his lips.) "...AND MILLIONS OF HIS FANS WORLDWIDE! He missed it a lot, like a fat kid missing food. Speaking of fat there is a man walking around here saying that The Crock got lucky at Unbroken. He has a fat head and full of crap. Because that is what he is spewing a BIG FAT PIECE OF MONKEY CRAP! The Crock did get lucky that night, but it wasn't in our match, it was with Brooke Adams. She not only loves gold, but she really loves the strudel. Anderson, in our match at Unbroken, The Crock did what he said that he would do. He would walkout the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. That is exactly what The Crock did. He talked the talk and walked the walk and came out on top. Anderson, if you truly wanted to be the man, who had to step it up and become the man. No, that didn't happen. You came up short, but see The Crock doesn't have that problem. Each of the ladies out there know that this isn't a problem for The Crock can go all night long. Anyways, Anderson your asshole ways was not a match for THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MAN IN ALL OF ENTERTAINMENT! The man who not only is the only PCW World Champion, but the man who had you down on this mat one, two, three. You're not going to get this belt. IF YOU SMELL-EL-EL-EL-EL-EL-EL-EL-EL-EL-EL-EL WHAT THE CROCK IS COOKIN'!"


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RVD .::. THE WHOLE F'N SHOW
"Woah, dude, this is some good shit!"

RVD takes his fingers from his mouth, to reveal a small blunt. He hands it to someone off camera. As the camera turns around we see that RVD is there with Jeff Hardy!

JEFF HARDY .::. THE CHARISMATIC ENIGMA

"You don't have to tell me Rob. It is the best in Orlando. That guy in the Mickey Mouse Suit was sure right, this is the best."

Jeff looks at the clock on the wall, and he starts to freak out.

JEFF HARDY .::. THE CHARISMATIC ENIGMA
"Rob man, I have to go. I have a match."

RVD .::. THE WHOLE F'N SHOW
"Dude, don't! Your high!"

Jeff Shrugs his shoulders as he leaves the locker room.

RVD .::. THE WHOLE F'N SHOW
"What is the worst that can happen."

RVD Continues to smoke, as the camera fades to black.

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JINDER MAHAL | THE INDIAN PLUTOCRAT
"My name is Jinder Mahal. That name might ring a bell to you. If you know your history, which you Americans don't, my last name is part of a famous historical monument in my native India. The Taj Mahal, it was named and built for my great grandmother.That just shows you what type of lifestyle I have come from. I am royalty, which means that I am better than each and everyone of you." The fans in attendance begin to boo Jinder, not wanting to listen to what he needs to say. "Oh, I see that you hate me. Why? Is it because of what I stand for? Is it because I am better than you? Nope, it is neither of these. Each of you have jeered me since I have come out here. The Orange and Green of my country's flag was flickering through this arena. I could feel your hatred, before I even showed my face. Because it had nothing to do with what I said out here. You all had your mind decided upon hating me before I got out here. Why? Because, each and everyone one of you are racist and prejudice. You hate everything that isn't like you. You hate all those of us who are successful and rich, because we get all the breaks in life.Your right we do. It isn't my fault, that I was born in a life of luxury. It isn't my fault that I can afford anything I want. It isn't my fault that I could bail this pathetic country out of debt. I could do that, but I won't. Because just like everyone who has money, we can do whatever we want with it, and you don't want my kind calling the shots because we are not like you. Thank God, that is the truth. If I was like you guys, I would hate me too. But yet, I am not like you. I am glad for it. I am glad that I am where I am in life. I am glad that I am so rich and so young. I have my entire life ahead of me to enjoy the spoils of my wealth. Soon you all will know that money can buy anything, and anything even included the PCW Championship."


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The fans in the Wells Fargo Arena are waiting for The Rock and Tyler Black match to get underway. The fans are stoked for what is about to go down. They are chanting PCW! PCW! Their mood changes from excitement to puzzlement when they hear...

..When Kenny Chesney's "She Thinks My Tractors Sexy" blares throughout the arena. The lights in the arena flicker from green to white. When they do a John Deere begins to emerge from the entrance way. As the song gets to "Tractors Sexy" the person riding on the John Deere is seen. the person has a badly grown beard, a black cowboy hat, and a black trench coat on. The man stands up and points to the audience as pyros shoot off around him. He sits back down on the John Deere and rides it down the ramp. As he approaches the ring, he points to the ladies in the audience. Some seem to be laughing, others begin to swoon over him. He smiles and winks at each of them. He is ringside, as he shuts off the tractor and stands up on the seat. He walks across the top until he comes to the end. Once there he jumps into the ring. He lands on his feet, and grabs the mic from Bruce Buffer. He raises it to his mouth.

??? || REDNECK LADIES MAN
YEEE HAW!!! Howdy, y'all! I am new around these here parts, and let me introduce you to myself. I am Michael McGillicutty, and I'm a redneck.

MICHAEL MCGILLICUTTY || REDNECK LADIES MAN
I am here for two reasons and two reason only. One is to become this here PCW Champion, aand the other is for each and everyone of you ladies out there. Y'all know that you find men like me sexy. Why? Because we are ruggedly good looking and good with our hands. I see that some of you women are eying me up right now. Because y'all would rather have me then the guy you are with. Men like me, have muscles in all the right places, and are chiseled out of stone. See, I am a cowboy. I work out a seat all day in the field and when I take my shirt off the sweat glistens on my skin. When I come home, y'all ladies are waiting there. I walk through the door you drop whatever you are doing and come into my arms. Where I become sweaty all night long.

The men in the arena begin booing. As the women scream at the top of their lungs.

MICHAEL MCGILLICUTTY || REDNECK LADIES MAN
That is right ladies, You finally have someone you can look at and long for. A man out of your fantasies and romance novels. But now onto the reason I am out here. I will fight all night, and I am still up for even more. Ladies, I am here for you. YEE HAW! Rocky, I am the man who will dethrone your reign as champion. Then these arenas we go to. will be filled with women chanting my name. I am not doing it for fame or recognition. I am doing it for all you ladies out there. Why? because y'all need something to look at and long for, and that ladies is me.

YEE HAW!!


He drops the mic and his theme music begins to play. As he leaves the ring, eying each woman on the way. They each smile and blush as he walks by. The men with them seem to get pissed off. Michael McGillicutty has done his job, if that was the case.


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The crowd in Chicago has been stoked all night for Tag Team Turmoil. When they are about to witness a Knockouts tag match, when an unfamiliar theme is heard, blaring over the PA system.

A man wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt with pink designs all over it, with matching bandana on his head. The man also wears a black leather jacket and blck sunglasses. The tron video plays, and reveals that this man is "The Natural" Chase Stevens. He extends his arms to his side, as he lowers them he begins to walk to the ring. His walk, is more of a cocky saunter to the ring. When he gets to the ring he slides into the ring, and gets back to his feet. He walks over to Bruce Buffer and takes his mic. Bruce tries to say something, but Chase raises his hand like he is going to hit Bruce, and the announcer backs away. Chase smiles, and stands in the middle of the ring. He raises the mic to his mouth.


the natural
CHASE STEVENS

"Woah! So this is what it feels like to be back. Not in this piece of shit company, but back on a bigger stage. Last time you saw me, Chase Stevens, I was in a tag team with Andy Douglas. We were going nowhere. We were the champs then they fed us to Shane Douglas, The Franchise. You know him. He beat our asses. Then guess what happened. they fired us. Then to make sure I got back to a real company again, I kicked Andy in the head and injured his ass. Why? He held me back. How can someone who has all this natural talent be held back by a guy that will never be anything. When you are a natural athlete and have natural talent like me, you deserve the best. That is why I dumped him, and ventured out on my own. Which brings me here tonight. I am not here to form a tag team again oh, no! I am here to be myself. I am here to be The Natural. I am here, because it is my time. I am here to put the old guys in their place. Rocky, Anderson, Christian, D-Von, Jericho your time is up. By the course of natural selection a new alpha male rises when the head of the heard is too old to continue. That Alpha Male...is ME! I'm not gonna stand here and say that I am the best and that I will be PCE Champion. Because you all have heard it before. However I am going to say, that I am the natural choice to be the face of this company. I can take it into the future, and be the face for years to come. I will not die of a heart attack getting in and out of this ring. Because when they step into the ring with me it will be the passing of the torch. Whether you like it or not, will naturally happen. I am putting you all on notice. Chase Stevens is here. Chase Stevens is the future. chase Stevens is...

NATURALLY SUPERIOR!
"

With that, Chase smiles and goes to hand the mic to Bruce. When Bruce reaches for it, Chase drops it. Seeing Bruce pick it up Chase chuckles to himself and leaves the ring as his music hits.


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The fans in attendance are excited for another action packed Turmoil. they are stoked for the show to get underway, but instead of its usual pyro opening, a familiar song is heard blaring over the PA system.

The sounds of The Who's "Who Are You", is heard when a small man wearing shiny black pants with blue lightning bolts all over them. The man is wearing a black mask, with blue outline around the eyes and mouth. The man runs to the ring, and slides in. He gets into the middle of the ring, and grabs the mic offered to him by Bruce Buffer. He raises it to his mouth, and begins to speak.

C.A.W.???OPEN YOUR MIND
"So this is PCW? Primetime Championship Wrestling, huh? I was looking around and you know what I saw? I saw the same three to four men going for titles. Why? This place is boring. It needs a swift kick to the head, to knock the cobwebs out. That is why I am here. I am here to kick things up a notch. See you look at me and you see a generic little man in a mask. You are asking what makes him any different then Rey Mysterio, or Sin Cara. Well, to be honest. This does." [The small man points to his head.] [color="slateblue"]"My mind. It separates me from them. Why? Because of this I will make myself BIGGER than them. I can use it to become anything that I want to be. Wanna know why? Because with my mind, the sky is the limit. I can be whatever and whoever I want. I can be Christian Cage, I can be Eric Bischoff, Michael Cole. Hell, I can even be Bruce Buffer. But why stop there, with your help I can be whoever you want me to be too. My name is C.A.W., and I am here to be YOUR wrestler, YOUR champion, but most importantly I am YOUR imagination come to life. All you need to do is..."


"...OPEN YOUR MIND!"

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I've been kicking around the idea of what a magician gimmick would be like in a wrestling ring. Considering all the other ridiculous gimmicks, why not a magician? Thought I to Tyler Wilson. He agreed when I pitched the idea. He said post something *RETURN AS A MAGICIAN OR I WILL SLAY THEE*, so... here it is. xD


- The lights shut out in the arena. An eerie rhythm begins to pound out of the PA system, and the audience is feeling as thought they're being watched. One might call this darkness solid. In that one could not see their hand before their face even at point blank view. Then, a light shines onto the center of the stage. It would appear a mist of undefined origin has made it's way on to the stage, and it's color is that of a slightly reddish hue. The spotlight stays the course. Center stage. Clearly everyone is curious as to what the hell is going on at this point. A cloud of smoke begins to spread from the stage. There appears to be no origin to it. As though it were just appearing. However, it's clearly coming from somewhere. The crowd begins to stir, and right on cue, a two figures has appeared inside this cloud. Who could it be? The silhouettes would obviously show no distinct features, but as the two step out, the spotlight stays on them. This reveals something no one would have expected. Gangrel and Ariel have revealed themselves to the crowd! Gangrel is looking different however. Instead of sporting a puffy white shirt, he is wearing a black and red tailored suit with long coat tails. Ariel, who is holding on to Gangrel like a child would a teddy bear, is wearing a sparkling red dress. Needless to say, she's leaving as little to the imagination as possible in this attire with a low cut top, and a hem line that is slightly above her knees. They begin to walk down to the ring, and the crowd is giving them a tepid reception. They pay no attention, and make their way up the stairs. Apparently, Gangrel is a gentlemen. He abides the old ladies first rule, but no heterosexual male would question this method. For obvious reasons. Ariel walks to the middle of the ropes across from the stage, and waves Gangrel over to her. As though under a spell, he obliges the top-heavy woman's request. He holds the ropes down for her to enter, and once more his eyes appear to be wear every straight male's are as she does so. He then enters the ring as well. Ariel stands in the center, and Gangrel walks behind her, with a love tap, and retrieves a microphone. He flips his stringy blond locks out of his eyes, and raises the microphone. The music cuts, the crowd is surprisingly quiet, and he begins his soliloquy.-

- GANGREL \ VAMPIRE? -
"It got quiet in here rather quickly. I must say, I'm rather surprised. However, most of you in the crowd appear to have seen ghosts. Allow to bring you back to what we all believe is reality. Since you've last seen me, I have moved on from such mundane things as drinking blood, and appearing in a ring of fire. A la Johnny Cash. You see, I've moved on from those things, and realized my time could be put to much more... interesting things. Subsequently, I have dabbled in... well, let's call it magic."

- The crowd murmurs a bit, and feels as though they are being tricked somehow.

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Well, I didn't expect a great reaction, but that was unfortunate. That reaction is the exact reason why I decided to test my skills. Now, know that even I was a cynic of these dark arts, if you will. However, I found them to be quite useful, and believe me when I say I know more than mere parlor tricks your buddies show you while you're seething through beer goggles. I am talking about more than mere card tricks. I am speaking of the art of escaping. I am speaking of hypnotism. I am a modern day Harry Houdini! I see most of you are confused by this name, but I will not allow any more time to be wasted on the dead. You see, magic is more than just an illusion. As a matter of fact, true magic is quite the contrary. If one allows their self to be immersed in the possibilities, and let's themselves fall forward in to what appears to be the dark and unforgiving world of these arts... They may reap the benefits as I have. Seeing as I have no props with me tonight, I'm afraid I cannot show y-"

- Ariel stops him for a moment, and whispers a few words to him. His face goes from consideration to devious, and he smiles with malice in his eyes. -

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Yes. Yes. Brilliant idea. It would appear as though my assistant has reminded me of something. I must be losing it in my old age. What I failed to recall was that I always have one particular prop one me..." - Gangrel rolls up plays to the crowd. He pulls up his long sleeves from the top of the wrist in the old "Nothing up my sleeve* gesture. He puts he clasps his hands together, and without any real explanation, a golden watch is now sitting on the palm of his right hand. He lets trinket fall, but grabs it at the end of a long and shiny chain. - "What appears to be an ordinary watch to you? Is something a little more special to your's truly. Now... I know I have my assistant here, but you would all believe she is simply playing along to prove my point. So, I would like anyone from the audience to volunteer them self to the cause. Come on. Anyone? Don't be shy. I don't bite. Don't let my assistant tell you otherwise."

- Clearly the inside joke is a tad taboo, as the two share a laugh that doesn't sound as though it's coming from humor, as much as it is coming from lust. The people in the front are clamoring to be picked, and Gangrel observes many carefully for a minute or two. Ariel, once again, whispers in his ear. Apparently she either can't talk out loud, or she feels it's important the following stay between them. Gangrel nods. Whatever she said, he completely approves of, and he points to a young blond in the front. She looks confused- shocker, right? - and points at herself. Gangrel nods, and repeats the gesture. She stands, and requests help from one of the security guards. They help her over the barricade, and what she's wearing doesn't compliment itself to such an action. Tight blue jeans, and a simple t-shirt. The nearest males approve. They lead her up the steps, at which point Gangrel lowers the ropes for her. She enters, and stands close to the ropes. She's clearly intimidated by the duo. -

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Yes. You'll do just fine. Now, I will not request your name, height, weight, or bust size, but I will ask you a few simple questions. First off, we have never met before correct?"

- He leans over with the microphone. -

- UNFORTUNATE BLONDE \ VOLUNTEER? -
"N-No."

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Good. If you had said yes, Ariel would have had my head. Now, you do know what it is I intend to do, yes?"

- UNFORTUNATE BLONDE \ VOLUNTEER? -
"N-No..."

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Well, the naive never do. You see, I am simply going to hypnotize you before this very crowd. Are you okay with this?"

- UNFORTUNATE BLONDE \ VOLUNTEER? -
"I-I guess so..."

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Wonderful! Now, please keep still... I must request that the crowd remain quiet, so I may concentrate and articulate exactly what it is I want our voluptuous volunteer to do."

- Gangrel drops the watch as before, and catches it at the tip of the chain. His timing is such that any second later, and it would have met the canvas. He begins swaying the watch left and right. His wrist does not appear to move, but the watch gets plenty of momentum. -

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Now... You are getting sleepy... Very... VERY sleepy... So sleepy, that your eyelids feel as though weights were attached to your eyelashes. Your dreams will be of whatever you feel you don't do enough of. Sleepy... Heavy..."

- The woman's eyes begin to droop, and she begins to sway toward and away from Gangrel slightly. If she falls back, it will be into the ropes. If she falls forward, our gentlemen Gangrel will obviously catch her... Probably. Then she appears to fall asleep... Standing. The crowd is amazed. -

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"Now... madame, when I count to three? You will recall none of us being here. You will act as though you are alone. In your home. You will feel at ease, and you will believe that you are changing for a party. You will undress, and act as though you have nothing to wear. Ariel would know a lot about that. Anyway, I want you strip down, and pretend we do not exist. Act as though you were changing clothes as you would every morning. You will awake when I count from three to one. Now... One... Two... THREE!"

- The woman snaps out of this sleep instantly, and appears to be alert. However, there is now no eye contact with anyone in the crowd, and what's worse? (Or better. Depends on your morals at this point) The woman begins to unbuckle her jeans. She drops the belt next to her, and does so with the speed of someone in a hurry. The woman says some things, but Gangrel doesn't hold the microphone to her. She drops her jeans, and reveals a plain white pair of panties. The men are amazed at what's going on. The women are too, but they seem less pleased. All except for Ariel. She's too busy giggling, and trying to contain laughter. The women continues this act. She takes off her shirt, and drops it at her feet. Before anyone knows it, she's now down to her bra and panties. As she reaches behind her back to unclasp the white bra, Gangrel realizes returns the microphone to his lips, and reverse counts to three just in time. The bra is unclasped, but the women has her hands on the cups. She looks around as though she has just awoken from a dream... Then realizes this is actually a nightmare. She screams, and holds the bra in place. She drops down, rolls out of the ring, and runs up the ramp. Security chases after in an attempt to get her to calm down. One might understand her complete shock. considering the circumstances. Gangrel and Ariel are now in hysterics, and the crowd is not too pleased with their reaction. Gangrel stops laughing after a few more guffaws, and raises the microphone once again. -

- GANGREL \ MAGICIAN! -
"If I didn't know any better... I'd say some of you have the look of someone who feels magic is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. However, when confronted with any evidence stating otherwise, you'd all shun it, as though it were more of the same. Illusions as it were. However, you must realize that what has just taken place here is not merely some game. The magic I speak of is not for recreation. The magic I speak of is not for parties, or Bar Mitzvahs. The magic I speak of could be improperly used, and be considered Dark by some. It is not of this world, and even this world is not exactly clean. What I offer P.C.W., and it's fans is something different. I will never reveal how I do such things, but I can tell you this. You don't want to know. Knowing how I do such things would be much like opening that door in your mind that has always been locked. It's locked for a reason. The key is not something one just stumbles upon. One must seek it out, and seeking it out is only half the battle. Time, effort, blood, sweat, and tears must all leave you at some point for this key to be found, and even when that door is open? You'll wish it weren't I did, but I harnessed what was beyond that door, and made it mine! The cynics in the crowd will mark this off as a simple trick. A staged event, and move on with life believing that such a thing is impossible without being so. However, this thought could not be further from the truth. One must simply harness the energy within to bend objects and... people to their will." (The keen observer would notice a slight and sickening glance to Ariel here.) "Whether or not I return is not up to me ultimately, but I can only hope that I have made you all aware that humans are more powerful than they may first appear. Some more than others. I am apart of that some. Any man who dares face me in this ring would know it as soon as he entered the ring that I am by no means a normal man. He would know that the old 'pick a card' trick is FAR beneath me at this stage... he would know that if I had to pull a card depicting his chances of winning against me from a deck? It would be the joker... because he would only be playing a joke on himself..."

- Gangrel stares blankly into the camera before dropping the microphone on to the mat. He look back at Ariel. She offers her hand to him; without a word he grabs it, and they share an embrace. The lights are out, and the "solid" black returns as the lights go out. A small portion of the off-tune returns, but ends as the lights return to normal brightness moments later. The two are gone... -


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MICKIE "i'm not crazy" JAMES
"You know, I heard that P.C.W. was lacking some women in their ranks. Well, let me say, you can all count on me to fix this mess. I mean, I'm not crazy anym- or as crazy as I used to be. The doctor told me so. Although, I am my own doctor, so..." The audience seems concerned with this revelation. Mickie is not pleased. "Oh, come on! What's the worst that could happen?! I mean, you saw smoke coming out of Daizee's room. No one from the fire department showed up. Layla has a British accent. No one has showed up to deport her for not having a renewed visa! So what if I might be a little... off. It's okay! We're all different, and you should all accept that. Besides, I know something they don't know... The voices told me so. They said I know how to kick some ass. Yep. I know I may seem like a nice girl, but crossing me will be the LAST THING YOU DO!" The audience is put off by her sudden outburst. It's eerily quiet, and Mickie is aware of what she has done. But she just smiles and chuckles a little. Not so much from hilarity but hysterics. "This is why I've been finding it difficult to get by lately. No company wants a liability hanging around their workplace. I'm a danger to myself and others. Uh-huh. Because the mammoths they hire regularly aren't. They act like little old me could actually really hurt someone. ... Well, they're not entirely wrong, but I'd ONLY ever do something like that in the ring. I think we're all too judgemental of others today. That's why I can't get work They're afraid of what I might do given my past. What a silly thing to think though. Come on... I'm... passed that now. They said so. I know how you're all looking at me. STOP LOOKING LIKE THAT! It's rude. If all the females around here are like this, no wonder the division is so small. Anyone who wants to join is scared. I look forward to a challenge..." Her smile is nothing short of menacing. "I'd like to see any of these wrestlers try and show me the ropes. I'll show them something they've never seen, and they will want no parts of. A woman who's not all there..."

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Posted 07 August 2011 - 10:58 AM

the people's pope D E A N G E L O D I N E R O heaven sent
Ladies and gentlemen.. I present to you all, with unfathomable pleasure: Your Pope. D'angelo Dinero! Y'see, The Pope has committed to comin' over here in PCW, to speak!, for the people.. And not only has he done it for the people.. but he's done it, cause he's generally, a nice, talented, and extremely handsome guy. [ He gets a huge pop, although he knows they won't be cheering for him soon, once he says what he's been urging to say. ] Now, don't get me wrong. This arena looks nice. The people seem nice. But the only thing urkin' my chain, are these washed up losers who pretend to be wrestlers walking around in the back. I mean, The Pope knows when and where talent consists, and this place, I'd presume, has none of it. Unless of course The Pope were to make a little signin' of the contract with owner Jim Ross. Then this place would be a hit. [ He chuckles to himself in an arrogant manner, prior to proceeding. ] See, without the Pope's illustrious display of athleticism and good looks, this place potentially stands for nothing. That's right. This WHOLE place. Y'see, not only is The Pope goin' to rid you all of the fraudulent men and women pacin' the halls as we speak.. but The Pope will save you ALL from the malicious demons from down below. And when all said is done.. and The Pope has done whatever needs to be done. The Pope will PIMP SLAP you all back down to hell! [ Just as suspected, Dinero recieves a large amount of boos, before he says one last thing with a smirk on his face, and walks away doing his signature pimp walk. ] Ladies and Gentlemen.. unfortunately for you, your Pope has spoken!


AMEN!”

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Posted 08 August 2011 - 03:07 AM

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Posted 08 August 2011 - 06:55 AM

R A V E N
"Sadomasochism. Sadomasochism is where one takes pleasure in having pain inflicted by one self or others. I guess I could and would call myself a sadomasochist. The cause of it? What triggered such a psychological harmful trauma upon me? It could've been my abusive father beating on me time and time again. Or maybe I just like it because at a very young age I hit the pinnacle of insanity. Pain. Pain brings me ....pleasure, even erotically. As much as I do enjoy being on the receiving end of pain, I also enjoy administering pain. To me administering pain is almost like an art. It's obvious that I'm a grand artist at doing such a vile thing, being a record 26 time Hardcore champion, being an ECW champion as well as NWA champion and the list of accolades that accompany me let people know that donating pain unto others is not something I do as competition but as an art, in simpler terms, I enjoy it. I've also made many matches where there are no rules but one, that rule is simply just to beat your opponent so bad ....so bad that you make sure he never gets up. I really enjoy doing that, always have, and always will. Great fellow contemporary Mexican artist Frida Kahlo once said "My painting carries with it the message of pain." Do you all even understand the big picture Miss Kahlo is trying to paint here? Frida is simply stating that she expresses her pain through her painting. Ironic. Most people would assume and even imply that I express my pain by inflicting pain unto others but that's wrong, isn't it? Anglo-Irish novelist Laurence Sterne says "Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other." I think it's safe to say that this one quote I can relate to the most. So maybe it's a good thing I took those beatings from my father, maybe it's a good thing I like seeing the sight of my own blood and maybe it's grand thing that I can pleasure myself with the image of myself being bloodied and battered. It goes hand in hand with my obsessive impulse to mentally and physically decapitate anyone, why? No one is standing in my way of any goal but simply because I get an irreplaceable euphoria from it. PCW seems like a good place to bring my arts with me, the colors of blood, broken bodies and limbs will be nicely splattered over the canvas that is the wrestling ring. Many years now, I've inflicted art unto many and many others, the list of multitude of lucky victims is countless that not even God himself can count the dead carcasses that I've left behind me. And right now many without reasoning, may deem me a madman. Mad? Insane? Crazy? No. The only thing I'd agree to is calling me a sadomasochist but I honestly think my urges are perfectly average and anyone who's in this violent form of art thinks differently ...... is truly the one who's insane."
QUOTE THE RAVEN, NEVERMORE."


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Posted 09 August 2011 - 12:54 AM

You would play Raven.


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Original Daffney Sample. This one is probably better than the other.


"One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest..." DAFFNEY
"These knockouts are exactly as they seem. All bark, no real bite to speak of. No substance. A dime a dozen. Don't let me fool you, though. I'm not here to tell you I'm here to... resurrect the respect this business once had for women. I'm not here to prove that... women are in every way a man's equal. I'm especially not here to look pretty. I am here to take over. However, you see me standing before you, and automatically shun me for what you believe I am. A freak. Although, this freak has something these facades do not. She has backup. Endurance. You see... I don't think... like you people do. I know no bounds. The threshold for pain is not unlike the sky.. the limit. Unlike some of those dolls in the back. I could take any of them between my thumb and forefinger, and SNAP, they would break under the pressure. The pressure that I put up with every day. The internal pressure, the mental torture, that I suffer through to participate here. This ring is my outlet. My therapy. I need no doctor. I need no medication. I sort it all out in here... blow by blow. They use it for attention. I use it as a... a shrine of sorts. A shrine of my continuous pain from all the things I've been put through. This shrine is something I do not take lightly. For this shrine is a monument to what to my suffering. How so? Because, whenever I step into it? I have no choice but to vent all of my frustrations out on whoever is foolish or unfortunate enough to be standing in that corner opposite me. This company, however, treats my shrine like a joke. They have a pot head as their champion. She doesn't take the shrine seriously. If she were to step in the ring with me? She'd realize how no one she's faced before me was really worth their five minutes of fame that they so desperately wanted. For me? It's this or an eternity of suffering. Your eternity of suffering versus my want to avoid my own... I ask, miss Haze... WHO WANTS IT MORE!?"


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James Storm


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The song boomed out from the P.A. system, and the crowd was whipped into a frenzy as none other than Cowboy James Storm stepping out from behind the curtain! He was clearly prepared for tonight. James stepping out with a bottle in one hand. He sports a flannel top, some well worn jeans, and a cap on his head. His locks look to be in disarray, but he doesn't seem to mind the whole, "Haircuts exist?" look. He strolled down to the ring quickly, and he moves with the fluidity of someone who hasn't been drowning themselves in booze. He places the beer on the apron as he reaches the ring and rolls in. Before rising to his feet, James makes sure to grab his beer. He requests a microphone in a belligerent manner. The staff is quick to appease his wishes.

JAMES "The Tennessee Cowboy" STORM
"Yeah, yeah. Sit down. Keep it down. Daddy has a story for y'all. You see, Pappa James has come to a notice something. There's a distinct lack of role models in P.C.W. Well, let me tell you boys and girls something, I'm that role model! I kid you not! Y'all might find it hard to believe, but I bet none of those city slickers in the back would dare approach this home grown ole boy. Nah, I was just playin' about bein' a role model. Matter of fact, your kids would do well to follow pretty much any other example BUT mine. Hell, I ain't even a model. Unlike half this roster. They're just hear for the publicity. A lot of those guys back there are only hear for the fame. Me? I'm hear to show THOSE kind of guys some respect. And I ain't talking about no friendly wager. I'm talkin' about a good, down home, ass whoopin'. You see, I haven't ignored P.C.W. I've kept my eyes, beer goggles or no, wide open to what's been goin' on 'round these parts, and I came to realize that... This place needs some MEN. Not these sissies who think doing a back flip off the ropes is a REAL way to intimi... Intima... scare someone. Nah, that ain't how it works in a ring, boys and girls. Sheer strength and will are what makes another man back down. I defy anyone of those boys back there to step up to the Cowboy right now and see where that gets him."

It would appear as though James has no takers. He just waves off the stage and takes another swig.

JAMES "The Tennessee Cowboy" STORM
"Yeah. Figures. See, those boys, unlike management here? They got a lotta sense. I mean, how could those suits, with their big desks and important decisions, not decide to hand me the belt right now? I mean, come on. How could they not see me in this ring? Talkin' with the best of 'em. I got a body like the best of 'em. I got the moves like the best of 'em. And yet, I can't even get the TIME OF DAY from those boys? It's wrong. And if it's wrong, it just ain't right. However, I'm gonna set this place straight, and anyone who gets in my way? Well, I can only say..."


"I'm sorry 'bout yo damn luck!"


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Engineer from Team Fortress 2. ))


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The guitar chord that strikes the crowd is by no means familiar, and the short, stout man that comes walking out from behind the curtain is certainly a stranger to all in attendance.

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He walks toward the ring with a straight look on his face. He thinks nothing of the fact that he looks completely out of place with his overalls, goggles, and vibrant yellow hardhat. Not to mention the fact that he happens to be carrying a rather larger wrench in his right, gloved hand. He strides up the steps, and into the ring with little grace. He waddles over to the announcer and requests a microphone. He shows no hostility like some superstars would. A simple request, and a gesture indicating he wants to speak. The staff obliges this man's request. He rolls his neck, places the wrench in his utility belt, takes his hat off and wipes his forehead, and replaces the hardhat. With that, he raises the microphone to speak.

DELL "The Engineer" CONAGHER
"Now, I can see a lot of y'all are confused as to why a man such as myself would make an appearance in a joint like this. Well, allow me to say that not all things can be explained, but that is what I am here to do. To solve problems, and find explanations. Allow me to explain my presence here this fine evenin'. You see, I heard we was havin' a show around here, and well... Me being the curious sort that I am, decided to poke his head in. Turns out, some of the fellas in the back knew who I was, and asked me to come out here and say a few words. However, I've seen more mud slung 'round here than I ever saw back at home. I mean, don't these boys have any respect for anyone? I understand you might dislike a person, but, shucks, can't we all just get along?" The crowd gives a smattering of applause and some cheers, but they're still confused as to who this person really is. "Don't get me wrong. I love a good beat down as much as the next Texan, but even I don't believe in all these... words. I say, you wanna settle somethin'? Settle it like man. Forget all this jibber jabber, and lets solve the issue... practically. Because, as an engineer, I solve practical problems. One of which bein' how to keep some low down snake in the grass to keep his mouth shut. Far as I'm concerned, this ring is not meant for me to preach to the choir. If I were, say... A reverend, I'd feel out of place in a ring like. What's more? I honestly don't think any man has the fortitude to challenge me. Sure, I may not have the physical capabilities as some of these guys in the back, but I know I can out think any man before he even had his first thought. Now, do ya'll think someone could come in this ring, and shut me down right now?"

The crowd cheers, supporting this 'engineer'. They seem to agree with his personality.

DELL "The Engineer" CONAGHER
"For any of y'all in the back that might be confused? The answer to that question is..."




NOPE.



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Kevin Nash, at Ty's request.


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"So, I know you're all probably wondering what Big Sexy himself is doing here. Simply put, I felt P.C.W. was missing that something. That it factor that makes people want to tune in every week. So, I woke up a couple mornings ago, and I thought to myself, 'I have that it factor! Surely they'd jump on the opportunity.' Eric, with the history we've had, didn't need a whole lot of convincing. I'm a very persuasive man. The ladies in the back are going to learn that very soon. Unfortunately? The guys aren't going to get the same treatment from yours truely. Why? Well, first off, Big Sexy ain't into that, okay? That's a line even I will not cross. Secondly, this company has far too many guys who feel the definition of a wrestling match is who can do the most flips in a single jump." Nash extends his arms at his sides in a gesture of, 'Can you believe that?' "I remember when a wrestling match wasn't determined by how high the guy could jump without the turnbuckle. I remember when a little thing called power was appreciated. The thing of it is, this company lacks a true big man. Someone who can just walk over people with a long, confident stride that retains nothing but the utmost respect from others. Hell, I was walking around in the back earlier. Pretty sure a few of them were around my kneecaps. I don't take any pleasure in having to punish children physically, but..." Nash would take a moment to look at the camera with a devious smirk. "Some need to be taught a lesson. By any means necessary. From what I've seen from the conduct of this roster thus far? I see that it most likely will be necessary. But, it comes with the territory. Big Sexy doesn't mind commitment and kids, ladies. So, I'll commit to P.C.W., and demostrate how I handle the children. Funny thing too because most children have a sweet tooth, but I think they'll find Big Sexy himself is just..."

"TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!"


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Because Ty asked for it, and he's convinced I can play anyone.


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"Ladies and gentlemen, I know you're all wondering why Big Daddy V himself is back in P.C.W. Well, I'll tell you why. It's because of all the fine ladies around here." Vicsera would flash a creepy smile that a woman could press charges on. "You're damn right. Kelly Kelly? Vlevet Sky? Angelina Love? ... Trish? How could I not show these lovely women a good time. Because, let's face it ya'll... no one gonna treat them like I do. Take your current champion in The Rock. I'd be willing to bet he treats himself better than he treats any of the people around here. He's a man with no class, and it shows as far as I'm concerned. Simply put, I bet he ain't had any poontang pie in a looooooooooooong time because he's too focused on himself. Tell you what though, I can't say the same." Viscera laughs a little. There's that creepy smile again. "I also came to P.C.W. again to prove that size matters. There ain't no one on this roster that could knock me down. They'd be lucky. Hell, they have to hope I don't see 'em comin' you know what I'm sayin'? I see guys like Austin Aries, Matt Sydal, UltraMantis Black? Only one of them calls themself a bug, but they all be gettin' stepped on when I walk through the ranks. It's one thing to be a fast, agile wrestler. It's another to be me. I hit me once? I don't even feel it. I hit you once? You're done! That's how it works, and I want all the ladies to know? Despite what you might have heard..."

SIZE MATTERS!


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Kenny King sample, at Rob's request.


KENNY KING "long live the king!"
"Primetime... Championship... Wrestling... It just got real! You all thought it was the real deal before? Well, the KING is here. Forget guys like The Rock, Cena, Christian, and all of those fools. P.C.W. has just earned itself some class. For I am nothing, if not classy. Fortunately for you all though? I'm not bad on the eyes either. You can admit it. I mean, look at me. All the guys want to be me, and all the women wish I would give them the time of day! Because, when I show up anywhere? I don't just walk in... I blow the roof off, and that is what I intend on doin' here in P.C.W. Now, I know ya'll are thinking, "Who is this guy to be sayin' he's the next big thing?' I'll tell you who I am. I'm Kenny King, and if I have anything to say about it?

LONG LIVE THE KING BABY!

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Posted 12 August 2011 - 08:24 PM

CM PUNK
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls; allow me to introduce myself, although to be quite honest, I should need no introduction. I am a man who has single handedly revolutionized this business through sheer force of will, and through appealing to the masses. I'm a man who has rocked this industry to it's very foundation once before, and could very easily do so again. I could drop a proverbial atomic bomb on PCW, and change the very landscape - the very infrastructure of this company. And if you haven't realized by now, folks ... my name is CM Punk. Within the course of a mere month, I managed to shift the balance of one of the biggest promotions this business has ever seen - what was, at that time, THE biggest promotion. I did all I could there, I fought to provide a better product for the fans ... but then I realized that it was a lost cause. That place was a sinking ship, as everyone from talent to fans to announcers jumped ship ... here, to Primetime Championship Wrestling. Now to be honest, I was skeptical at first; I didn't think much of this place, because I had made my bed back in the company-that-shall-not-be-named, and I was pretty damned content to sleep in it. But like I said, I had a realization; an epiphany, if you will... and I came to understand that not only had I shook things up; I had shifted the balance of power completely and totally. I had ripped the likes of Vince McMahon and the WWE off of their high horse, and in the process I made ... this. I empowered the likes of Eric Bischoff to branch out, to invest in their own organization and - for a change - actually MAKE something out of it. Now, I'm not going to get all high and mighty and claim that I MADE this company ... I just ... watered the seeds a bit, if you will. It's all the guys in the back, and all of you people who have MADE this company; guys like ... Jimmy Jacobs, Christian Cage, even the likes of Matt and Jeff Hardy ... those are the kind of guys who have built PCW up. They took an idea and they turned it into a corporate empire, but even so, it's all thanks ... to me. If it wasn't for me - if it WASN'T for CM Punk fighting the "good fight" and doing what I could to overthrow guys like Vince McMahon and knock the big 'E off of it's pedestal ... none of this would be possible. You people wouldn't be sitting in these comfy, padded chairs; all those guys in the back would either have their heads still stuck up Vince McMahon's ass, or they'd be working bingo halls for twenty bucks a show. Hell, even Eric Bischoff would be screwed, stuck in that second-rate garbage heap known as "IMPACT Wrestling". The point is, I saved all of these people; all of the guys in the back, even the big man himself, and I provided each and every one of you with an actual, LEGITIMATE source of entertainment. And now here I am, months after the fact to be apart of what I helped create; to see that the product of my revolution doesn't fall into the same, tangled web that I fought so valiantly to pull the WWE out of. I'm here to make sure that things get done, and to make sure that they get done RIGHT ... and above all, I'm here to show everyone that being PCW?"

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"MEANS WE'RE BETTER ... THAN YOU!"

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Posted 13 August 2011 - 03:49 AM

JON MOXLEY
"When I come for you, I don't play around. I find your fears, I make them appear. I will make you hurt, I will make you scream. You think you have had a rough life? THEN YOU DON'T KNOW MINE! Skipping from house to house not knowing where you're going to live next and for how long it'll be this time, seeing your mom with a different "Uncle" every night. Still haven't met my Dad to this day, and then all of you people complain. BE HAPPY YOU HAVE A JOB, the only reason we weren't on the streets was because of those men. And you know something... they taught me how to fight, because they'd beat me. So I FOUGHT FOR MY LIFE EVERY DAMN NIGHT! So this company, the current roster, they're all pussies. Couldn't handle what I've been through. So beware, because I am a loose cannon and you don't know when I will go off, because next thing you know I could go off and blast you in the head!"

[Moxley makes a gun motion and blasts it off at the camera.]

"DIE!"

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Posted 18 August 2011 - 03:17 PM

STEVE CORINO
"It's been.... demolished. A road block was set up in the middle of my road to redemption, and there's no getting it out of the way. I can no longer be this... this fake person I've been for damn near eight months now, the true me is coming out again. There are several people to thank for this... Ring of Honor officials, the pieces of shit that call themselves fans.... but the most important man is my sponsor, a man who LEFT without notice and came.... here. He had all of the recognition he could possibly get here, so he left to come aid me in my struggle to become a better person, claiming that he had changed and with his help? I could do the same. Unfortunately, he came back to PCW to steal the spotlight from everyone who truly deserves it, and can't take the fact he should just stay a Hall Of Famer. This man I talk about... for those who don't know is Jimmy Jacobs. Jimmy told me I could change, I could become what he was, but it appears that before the night I cost Kevin Steen his job with ROH, the person I was? Is the same person Jimmy is now. Cold-hearted, wanting to see the broken spirit of a man who you've helped for SO LONG! Jimmy left me on my own, not telling me he was living so he could come back here and act like nothing ever HAPPENED! But here I am Jimmy... there's no escaping the King of Old School. And soon not only you, but the entire PCW Fanbase will be able to visualize the man who once tried to hang a man, being beaten and bloodied within an inch of his life. You told me to control the demons within my body Jimmy, and I assure you I am. The only thing is? I'm not controlling them to calm myself down, to forgive and forget.... I'm controlling them to kill you. And if I EVER get my hands on you? May God have mercy on your soul."



The whole Jacobs/Corino Redemption thing in ROH had me thinking "What if Corino turned Heel on Jacobs?" Here's my take on it.

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Posted 23 August 2011 - 06:35 PM

Smirking at the nerdy interviewer, the dark haired beauty doesn't directly respond to him, instead turning towards the camera as she reaches out, grabbing him forcefully by the wrist in order to bring the microphone towards her lips as she looks into the lens. She's not just talking to the watching audience around the world though, it's to the entirety of PCW as a whole from management to backstage staff and especially to her peers and fellow Knockouts.

Alissa Flash ~ Future Legend
"I look around me, and what exactly do I see? Where is all this so called “talent” that exists in this company, huh? Can someone give me a map and a compass so I can find them because from where I’m standing I don’t see a single damn person in that locker room who deserves to call themselves a wrestler here, let alone a “Knockout” as they claim to be. Just because most of these chicks have been on some TV show or another, or got hired by Johnny Ace because they filled out a bikini in some aimed for perverts modelling magazine, they suddenly think they can put on a pair of cheap boots and compete at my level? Go toe-to-toe with the Future Legend? I’d laugh if I wasn’t so sick to my stomach at the damn thought of it. What you people, you slobs and you all around ugly freaks, need to get through your thick skulls is that I am a wrestler. WRESTLER do you understand me?? That means I am a trained PROFESSIONAL. Not a little bimbo with a big smile and hair pulls, or some model taught a couple of cute flips by another company’s developmental system, and I’m damn sure not some Diva Search winner either. No, I’m Alissa Flash, the Future Legend and as of right now I am now the face of the women’s division in this company and if you think that’s just arrogance or some wishful boasting you better think again because trust me, I have absolutely zero problem with stepping into that ring against whoever you want to throw at me and I will destroy them. Limb by limb, hair extension by ugly hair extension, and if need be implant by oversized implant and I’ll kick a damn field goal with them from the centre line. There isn’t a woman in this planet who can match up to my ability, my skills, and most of my TALENT and that’s something that was, until now, severely lacking around here, and there definitely is not a “Knockout” here who can stop me. Not AJ Lee, not Sarah Stock, and not even that precious little princess Lacey Von Erich can prevent this Legend from growing and in all honesty? You people, along with the rest of PCW, should be down on your knees thanking and worshiping me for saving this promotion from more of the same stagnant, horrific women’s matches that you’ve been forced to endure over the past few years. Now Alissa Flash is not just in the house, this IS my house! Here on out I run this place, I’m calling the shots, and all you bitches in the back had better know your place which is below me and if you’re dumb enough, which I know many of you airheads are, to mess with me you’ll find yourselves down on your back. Not the sort you’re used to in the hotel rooms making sure you get your TV time next week, but down on the canvas as I stand over your broken, beaten, and scarred body. If you think that’s a threat then yeah, it damn sure is one. This Legend? The Future Legend? You’re all baring witness to it’s next stage, and that’s to take my rightful place as the centrepiece of women’s professional wrestling here in PCW. I am Alissa Flash, and I am pro wrestling. Eric Bischoff, you can thank me for saving your damn TV show later."

Shoving the arm away, Flash gives Grisham another sinister smirk that only further unsettles him as she flips her hair back with a satisfied sigh, deciding to end the interview there and then as she walks away, leaving Todd stunned as much of the audience is. The "Future Legend" has arrived and she certainly means business even if she won't have made any friends with her brash and bold statement!

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Posted 28 August 2011 - 11:40 PM

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Put a lot of hard work and thought into this app for ICW ... only to have it deleted and my account bant the moment I posted it... All they had to do was tell me Helms was taken :(


Click! And we are live from whatever arena ICW's WarZone is being broadcast from this week as we return from a short commercial break! The arena, however, has fallen silent; for the lights have been dimmed considerably within the building, whatever light remained taking on an ominous green hue. Smoke would begin to shroud the stage, not a single thing past the top of the ramp visible as an unfamiliar tune began to play...



While this was a theme that had never before been used within ICW, it was a song that should have been easily recognizable to some; causing a confused uproar, and a few cheers, as a costume-clad man stepped out from the smoke like a boss...

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Oh my God, it ... it's the Green Ranger! The Green Power Ranger is here in International Championship Wrestling! Not a single member of the crowd could believe what they were seeing as one of their childhood heroes stood on the smoke-shrouded stage, his green costume fit snugly to his sculptured figure. Standing still for a moment as if he were simply a statue, the man would then begin his descent toward the ring as his theme played on; slapping hands with a few fans in the front row along the way. Eventually the Ranger would reach the ring, where he'd climb the steel stairs and step into the squared circle; accepting a microphone from a nearby ring assistant and taking to the center of the ring as his theme faded out, but the lighting remained as it was.

THE GREEN RANGER | DRAGONZORD POWER!
"Citizens of Angel Grove beware! This place you all know as ICW ... is but a TRAP!" [ The crowd gasps in shock. ] "Yes; it is all but an elaborate HOAX meant to fool each and every one of you into falling into the clutches of the evil Lord Zedd ... and his screechy-voiced mistress, Rita! Everything you've seen tonight, everything that's ever happened in the history of this evil company has been the work of these two evil masterminds! Zedd and Rita have brainwashed you all into following their warped and twisted product, using this honorable sport as a front for their dastardly operations! The "superstars" and "divas" you have all been forced to cherish are but creations made by Zedd and Rita's mad scientist, Finster! They have come here to planet Earth to engineer this scandal known as ICW in an effort to take over the world of professional wrestling, and become wealthy in the process! As such, they have disguised themselves, allowing them to live amongst you all completely unhindered, without any suspicion of what they truly are - sick, twisted, evil beings! The lethal Lord Zedd has taken the form of "Eric Bischoff", while Rita has taken on the alias of "Madison Rayne", and they currently rule this place with an iron fist! Needless to say, my fair citizens, they must be stopped, and they must be stopped SOON! And so my gracious mentor Zordon has sent ME, the Green Ranger, here to rid the world of Zedd & Rita's evil influence ... once and for all! To cleanse ICW of it's evil overlords, and give it a humble new beginning with a champion it can be proud of for once! No longer! Shall Zedd and Rita influence the direction and outcome of things here in International Championship Wrestling! No longer shall their pawns and minions bring shame to this organization's championships, which should be held by true champions ... not creatures of Finster's design! Once and for all, my fair citizens, I am here to put a STOP to this madness; to be the hero that ICW is in such dire need of! I am here to VANQUISH the likes of Lord Zedd and Rita, and all of their pawns and minions as well, and send them right back to the cesspool they came from!"

Nodding his head affirmatively, the Green Ranger would give the crowd a moment; allowing his words to sink in. And as they did ... the reception he got wasn't quite the one he had been looking for, as the fans burst out in laughter.

THE GREEN RANGER | DRAGONZORD POWER!
"Then it is as Zordon feared ... you have all fallen deep under the spell cast upon you by Lord Zedd and Rita ... this makes my mission all the more crucial! I cannot allow the likes of them to build up an army of civilians, or else they may succeed in conquering this beloved world of ours yet! Please, fair citizens, I urge each and every one of you to fight against it! Try and break free of the hold that has been put on your innocent minds, and leave this place at once, or I cannot guarantee your safety! I am but one Ranger against an entire army of super-powered villains, all of whom would gladly serve my head to Lord Zedd and Rita on a silver platter .... And so it is up to you! You must overcome this spell, or remain enslaved to your evil overlords forever!"

Again, the crowd would laugh at the Ranger, causing him to shake his head.

THE GREEN RANGER | DRAGONZORD POWER!
"No! Don't you see?! This is exactly what they want! They are CONTROLLING you! Manipulating your minds! Trying to turn you against me! But I'M the good guy here - I'm fighting for justice, for liberty, for SAFETY... and I can only do so with the help and assistance of each and every one of you!"

More laughs could be heard from the crowd, obviously not taking this green-clad man serious at all.

THE GREEN RANGER | DRAGONZORD POWER!
"You STILL don't believe me?"

In unison, the crowd would chant "no!".

THE GREEN RANGER | DRAGONZORD POWER!
"...WHATUPWITDAT?!"

The Green Ranger would ask in a very, VERY familiar fashion ... before suddenly the lights would go out completely for a moment, before coming back on a bit later to reveal ... Gregory Helms?! Stood in the place of the Green Ranger! Cheers could be heard now as the casually dressed Helms looked out at the crowd, nodding his head lightly in response.

GREGORY HELMS | DRAGONZORD POWER!
"Now do you believe me? Now that the appearance of this familiar face has broken Zedd and Rita's spell .. do you see what has happened? This is no professional wrestling company! It's an evil lair! A place filled with so many twisted, dark souls ... I knew from the very beginning that it had to be stopped! And so I grabbed my mask, and I grabbed my cape, and my spandex ... and I said that it was TIME for ICW to STAND BACK! ... But the next thing I know, I'm in the middle of some high-tech control center with a floating head and a robot. And it was there that Zordon explained it all to me! He told me of the evils that lurked here in ICW, and he told me that there was but one way to defeat the evil Lord Zedd and Rita Repulsa! ... By taking up the sixth power coin, and becoming the GREEN RANGER! And it granted me abilities and powers that The Hurricane never even dreamed of; it's given me the means to obliterate the evil tyrants who rule this place, once and for all! And THAT is the very mission that Zordon has bestowed upon me! He has tasked ME, his most trusted Ranger, with the task of eliminating Zedd, Rita, and all of their minions from ICW ... and that is what I will do! So Zedd, Rita? ... You'd better STAND BACK .." [ Helms would begin, pausing for a moment before finishing the sentence. ] "BECAUSE IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!"

Poof! A cloud of green smoke would encircle the ring for several moments, shrouding Helms from sight! By the time the smoke had cleared, Helms was once more garbed as The Green Ranger, taking up a fighting pose as his theme blared across the PA system and the scene fades to black green.

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Posted 28 August 2011 - 11:43 PM

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Posted 28 August 2011 - 11:45 PM

I know, I know; I'm a far better Green Ranger than you. No need to cry about it, bro. ))
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