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  1. The Velveteen Dream

    22 December 2017 - 01:54 AM



    The Primetime Championship Wrestling network's streaming service would be in full flow, documenting an original production that documented the rise of the knockouts in professional wrestling, from the point of view of four pioneers. The cornerstones; Raquel Diaz, AJ Lee, Kaitlyn and lastly, but not least, Paige. The documentary-styled broadcast was a big deal within the PCW Universe, showing backstage footage of the women who had just recently closed off one of the rivalries of the year. Each knockout would tell the story from their point of view, and thousands were tuning in live to take everything in. That was until the broadcast, almost mid-sentence, would be broken free. A shimmering sound, the cartoon shooting star, would whistle through the speakers and headphones of viewers as a purple aura seemed to blanket the pictures. Small puffs of glitter and fairy-dust would engulf the on-screen show until the broadcast was no longer viewable. The feint, distorted voices of the cornerstones were quickly drifting into the background as the smooth yet vibrant chords of Childish Gambino's 'Redbone' began to make themselves known. It was as if an impromptu commercial break had been called on a sporting event, due to a break in play, however this wasn't a live show. This was not something that required any sort of interruption. This was a takeover.

    DAYLIGHT,
    I WAKE UP FEELIN' LIKE YOU WON'T PLAY RIGHT!


    As the entrancing music would continue over the cascading violet background, an eternity of mauve madness seemingly forming a backdrop before our eyes, almost forming a nebula, a shadow would slowly emerge from the right, slowly the silhouette of human sleazing into the frame with the pace that seemed as if gravity was lesser within this setting. The male form would become evident as he sauntered passively, his chest puffed outwards and his muscular frame very blatant, despite the obvious attempts to keep the person a mystery.

    YOU MAKE IT HARD FOR BOY LIKE THAT TO GO ON,
    I'M WISHING I COULD MAKE THIS MINE, OH!


    The lighting within this entrancing, wonderland setting would begin to adjust as the man before us would stand with his back to the audience, every moment as if his limbs were paint brushes, crafting a masterpiece. The distortion was so delicate, the motions hypnotic. He would clasp his legs together as the camera would seemingly peer inwards, focusing on his back that was covered in a simple white button shirt, the piece apart at the front and at the cuffs, his arms stretching out wide at his side as the music would almost carry us through on this journey, almost making us forget about the acclaimed documentary before it.

    NOW STAY WOKE!
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    With that, the man, our focal point, would take his outstretched arms and bring them back in, both of his hands pulling upwards on his peacock-esque hair, the vibrant male spinning on his tip toes to face us, revealing himself as perhaps the only man he could've been. The effects were not to sway the viewing audience, the outfit not to fool, for this was the man that everybody had expected, a pout of the lips as the Velveteen Dream pushed his sunglasses further upon the bridge of his nose. As much as he tried to distort his emotions, a wicked smirk would catch the corner of his pouted face, the man stretching his neck upwards and rolling it around as he would take a deep exhale outwards, allowing us to hear the rich breath leaving his lungs.

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    "PCW Universe, I understand. I know that you didn't come looking for me, I know that you didn't come here expecting me, but I believe that now is as good of a time as any for you to stay put and take notice. Recognise me. Acknowledge me. The interruption of your scheduled program does not come without good reason, and simply put, that good reason is the induction of the Velveteen Dream, onto your beloved Primetime Championship Wrestling roster." Velveteen would shrug a shoulder as he turned himself to the right, taking a slow step to one side before twisting and coming back on himself, every flick of emotion filled with buckets of sass. "No more will your Thursday nights be the one-rail train of the past, for now, I am your conductor. Your pilot. The captain, as every woman, and every man, take a ride upon the Velveteen Dream experience. Brace yourself for wonder. Prepare to be dazzled. Ready yourself for take-off as the Velveteen Dream lifts a drab, dull and washed out Primetime Championship Wrestling into a new era of vibrance, where the linear mind is no longer the right mind. See, for too long, wrestling has desperately waited on a dream! For generations, everything that I am, was a dream! Everything that I am, everything that I represent and all that I wish to be was simply folklore! Mythological! Fairy tales! For how could a man without a primal mind and a carnivorous desire succeed in a caveman's game?! Before, even I did not know, but now? I stand before you as more than a dream. I stand before you as an oasis among the mirage! The fur amongst the faux!" The Velveteen Dream would brush his hands upwards from his sides, running them up across his glorious physique and up upon his face, obnoxiously adjusting the tied cloth that would cover the circumference of his hair, maintaining its shape. After ensuring its perfection, Dream would return a right hand to his hip, and the left to a point before him. "With the new year encroaching with the grace of an 'Indy star', allow me to announce my resolution before you today. When two thousand and eighteen comes to fruition, and the holiday songs have fallen back into their locks for one more solar cycle, I will make PCW into my place of worship. No longer will the institution that dominates this industry be towered by the cookie cutter man. No longer will Primetime Championship Wrestling be a home for the black boot wearing men of the past. Consider that era rubber-stamped and finalised." Velveteen would nod his head as he would blow on his left hands nails, fanning them gracefully before his face as he snickered. Every sound was so soft, every motion so soothing as the instrumental of Redbone continued beyond the scene. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a dream; A dream that involves empowering the unique, rewarding the exclusive and celebrating the different. Very soon, PCW will have to open their eyes to the next generation, the opposition to tradition, and take notice. So I ask again, recognise me. Acknowledge me. I ask you all at home to say out-loud -and don't give a damn who watches- Say my name! Pledge your allegiance to the Velveteen Dream, and make sure the first mark in your calendar this New Year is a reminder to tune in, to Turmoil, and experience! Bare witness! Be able to tell your grandchildren that you were watching live, when the Velveteen Dream... became reality!"

    With that, the Velveteen Dream would simply glare towards the camera from behind his round-rimmed glasses, that same arrogant smirk etched into his expression. The purple explosions would seemingly slowly eat away at him, the particles absorbing the dream back from the forefront of the network, and slowly back into the regularly scheduled programming without a hitch, resuming at the exact point the documentary had been interrupted. The Dream had announced his intentions before a large audience tonight, and had left many scrambling away to converse upon the huge happening, the wrestling world speculating moreso on Velveteen as the man himself simply faded back into the stars.

    Credit to Zach for the graphics.
  2. Andrade "Cien" Almas

    12 September 2017 - 01:08 PM


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    real name - - manuel andrade oropeza
    ring name - - andrade "cien" almas
    height - - 5 ft 9 in
    weight - - 210 lb
    hometown - - gomez palacio, durango, mexico
    age - - 27

    disposition - - heel
    gimmick - - andrade almas is the life of the party, obsessed with the celebrity nightlife. under thea trinidad's guidance, his malicious intentions are more focused.

    finishing moves - -
    - la sombra [hammerlock ddt]
    signature moves - -
    - running double knee smash
    - corkscrew ddt
    - split-legged moonsault
    - discus back elbow
    - rope hung triangle armbar
    - tornado ddt
    - turnbuckle powerbomb
    - shooting star press


    entrance theme - - 'making a difference' - cfo$
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    The hushed arena, awaiting the arrival of the next superstar, was thrown into disarray with the obnoxious shout of "EL IDOLO!", many of the crowd in attendance beginning their booing of the incoming Mexican icon. From behind the PCW curtain stepped the infamous Andrade "Cien" Almas, dressed in all white with his hair slicked backwards across his head. He would display that classic cocky swagger, arriving at the center of the stage and falling to his knees. He would then be overtaken by the gorgeous Thea Trinidad, the Latina knockout strutting beyond him before turning and wagging her finger, beckoning the former masked man upwards. Almas would smugly oblige, climbing to his feet before raising an arm above his head. Initiating a few boos in the crowd, Almas simply laughed to himself before sticking his tongue out, maintaining a very slow walk to the ring as Thea hurled abuse to the front rows. She waited for him at ringside, Almas eventually reaching it before Thea would slap him motivationally on the chest, turning and parading up the ring steps whilst Almas would simply hoist himself onto the apron, rolling underneath the bottom rope before contorting on the ground, ending up facing the hard camera whilst sitting on his knees. Thea would step through the ropes and step behind La Sombra, placing a hand on his shoulder as they posed, the music fading out.

  3. Thea Trinidad

    29 August 2017 - 09:49 PM


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    real name - - thea megan trinidad
    ring name - - thea trinidad
    height - - 5 ft 0 in
    weight - - 99 lb
    hometown - - queens city, new york
    age - - 26

    disposition - - heel
    gimmick - - under this current disposition, thea is a callous manager and competitor. almost bipolar, thea maintains professionalism when working with almas, whilst able to completely change her personality when it comes to competing.
    short description - - thea is a petite shit-talker who will stop at nothing to ascend to the top, latching onto whatever and whoever will get her there, as fast as possible.

    finishing moves - -
    - drop dead, gorgeous [moonsault to double knee stomp]
    - skull candy [question mark kick]

    signature moves - -
    - facewash to cornered opponent
    - superkick
    - standing tornado ddt
    - jumping cutter
    - jumping stunner
    - hurricanrana


    entrance theme - - 'el chapo' - the game and skrillex
    entrance description - -
    The sudden change of lighting within the arena to a low tango glow would signify the arrival of another superstar. All of a sudden, the horns of The Game's 'El Chapo' would boom throughout the stadium, almost shaking the foundations of the architecture as a small figure strutted onto centre stage with a hand on her hip. Dressed to compete in a metallic two-piece attire, Thea Trinidad would pose in a variety of different ways, her hips the focal point as she seemingly showed the audience every single angle of herself. After awhile there, Thea would begin on her way towards the ring, making haste down the ramp with her arms swinging at her side, a piece of gum in her mouth obnoxiously chewed all the way down. As she reached ringside, the gum would be spat upwards, into the crowd to her side, Thea giggling before performing a mini leap onto the stage-side apron. She would immediately step through the ropes and into the middle of the ring, nodding her head before stepping up to the camera-side ropes and stepping onto the bottom rope. Leaning forward seductively, Thea would entice the male fans nearby, then screaming abuse at them whilst she stepped away.

  4. Dakota Kai

    18 June 2017 - 10:35 PM





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    real name - - cheree crowley
    ring name - - dakota kai
    height - - 5 ft 6 in
    weight - - 121 lb
    hometown - - east auckland, new zealand
    age - - 29

    disposition - - face
    gimmick - - under this current disposition, dakota is straight talking whilst never purposefully antagonising anyone. she is confident in her own ability, yet humble. she aims to go from the relative unknown into a shining star within pcw.
    short description - - dakota kai is a fresh face on the american scene, renowned in her native new zealand for her thrilling kicking style.

    finishing moves - -
    - ttyl [firemans carry into shin kick]
    - dakota wipeout [diving double foot stomp to rope hung opponent]

    signature moves - -
    - facewash to cornered opponent
    - question mark kick
    - axe kick
    - penalty kick
    - yakuza kick
    - northern lights suplex


    entrance theme - - 'run this town'
    entrance description - -
    The melodic piano beginning of the 'Run This Town' remix would coincide with the dimming of the lights, spotlights panning across the crowd as the stage went dark. The crowd would get to their feet as they awaited the incoming superstar. The lyrics of Rihanna would speak softly as the stage floor was shrouded in a sheet of charcoal mist, eventually the song building and the drums of the beat kicking in, the arena flashing in blinding white lights as a lone figure took to the stand. Dakota Kai stood with her head down, feet planted as the fans watched in awe. It was a sight to behold as the rays turned her silhouette into a ominous figure, Dakota standing within the chaos with a subtle grin on her face. After a small pause, she would become animated, ascending towards the front of the stage and extending her arms by her side, allowing the crowds energy to engulf her being. She would take this moment in, becoming wrapped in the ovation before breaking through it with a push kick, that momentum turning into a walk that continued at a high pace down the entrance ramp. Kai slapped a few hands on her way down before treading around the stairs to her left, vaulting onto the ring apron and standing up. She would point her index finger upwards, curling her arm into a bicep and looking through the window at the adoring fans. Following on, she would swiftly spin through the ropes, light on her feet as she took control of the center, nodding her head in approval of the reaction as her theme began to fade out.


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  5. Ted DiBiase Jr.

    15 May 2017 - 07:14 PM

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    DIBIASE -PRICELESS


    real name - - theodore dibiase jr.
    ring name - - ted dibiase jr.
    height - - 6 ft 3 in
    weight - - 214 lb
    hometown - - Madison, Mississippi, USA
    age - - 34

    disposition - - heel
    gimmick - - ted dibiase jr. is a slick, straight talking businessman who stepped away from wrestling to focus on his companies. now, he's back to take advantage of what he predicts to be this generations crash.

    fighting style - - ted dibiase is a slow, methodical wrestler who will take his time when in the ring. using rest holds and submissions, dibiase looks to pressure his opponents into mistakes and wear them down before using high impact signature and finishers.
    finishing moves - -
    - dream street (cobra clutch slam)
    - dream crusher (cobra clutch legsweep)
    - million dollar dream (cobra clutch)


    introduction rp -
    With the sound of muttering, and the occasional loud slam that was very predictable in this environment, in this company. The camera would fade in, in unison with this array of sounds and our location soon became very clear. The scene was your stereotypical run-of-the-mill run down gym, with such a small amount of work-out equipment that people seemed to be standing around moreso than working out. There was one big difference though, between your typical gym and this one the camera was focused on. The people inhabiting this room, floating like a bad smell, were all dressed as if they were ready to wrestle. The outfits were all different, ranging from denim shorts and t-shirts to long tie-dyed wrestling tights. The bodies within the attires weren’t much more inspiring, with the majority of the men over the normal age that one might usually be within the professional wrestling industry. Despite that, there were painted faces, wacky hair-dos and long flowing lochs to be seen for what seemed like miles within the massive hall. Beyond the waves of unoriginality and the bang average, in the middle of this gym, was the centrepiece. With a spotlight shining through the musty atmosphere, a wrestling ring was lit up. Within it, two men stood next to eachother, simultaneously dropping onto their backs and taking bumps. Each bump seemed to cause alot of distress to both, with neither in the most tremendous shape. One other man stood in the ring, his hair spiked upwards into a lime green mohawk. He would grip the front of his denim jackets pockets, looking towards a small tripod that was set up in the corner of the ring. After a brief moment to psyche himself up, he would violently dart his gaze towards the camera. “And if you think that you’ve got me ALL FIGURED UP, THEN YOU’VE GOT ANOTHA’ THING COMIN’! CAUSE INSANE MIKE AIN’T SOMEONE TO BE CALLIN’ DOWN- or out!… Shit…” His shoulders would slump forward as he wiped the spit from around his mouth. The scene was hopeless in general, the camera that was rather high in the room slowly panning down. As it did, a voice would seemingly speak over the noise, almost like a documentary style observation, however the vocalist soon became very clear. “This scene, it may look pathetic to some. To many, this is a room of people chasin' a dream that fell out of their grasp thirty years ago. These men are simply those still young at heart, tryin' to find a style that will make their name shine in lights that one last time. They’re just like me and you, except this sport has passed them by and they are tryin' to brute force their way into this business, usin' every angle they can think of. Most of them know, in the back of their mind, that there’s no chance. I mean, who’s gonna hire Insane Mike?! Let me tell you, NOBODY! Nobody in their RIGHT MIND would hire Insane Mike. And the sad part? Mike probably knows that, but that doesn’t stop Insane Mike. Insane Mike doesn’t drop his dream, no matter how unlikely any modicum of success may be. Insane Mike, and the rest of these stereotypes, they’ve all done it before. Every single one of them has had their time under the lights, and this? Well this is just their way of tryin' to find it again.

    The camera, now panned all the way down, would spot one man who was completely still amongst the chaotic scene. Men lifting weights, men stretching, men practicing locking up, and yet the one person standing out was the man without a movement. Dressed in a smart charcoal Armani three-piece, the son of the legendary Million Dollar Man would step into the forefront with a swagger unlike anyone else in the room. “
    I am Ted DiBiase, and this? This is the previous generation. There is nothin' wrong with them, they are simply a few many years too far behind us. These men, once upon a time, could’ve been somethin' special. Insane Mike? He could’ve been your Jay Briscoe. Wreckless Rob over there? He could’ve been Seth Rollins, before Seth Rollins was Seth Rollins… Y’see what I’m sayin’ here?… These people are victims of time, and in this business, just like any other, TIME IS MONEY!” Ted would step from behind a few men who were working out infront of him and slowly start to saunter around the hall. He would maintain eye contact with the camera lens at all time however, professional. “Time is the human races biggest threat, because you can’t stop time, and in Primetime Championship Wrestlin'? Time is beginnin' to take its toll. Because for every night that PCW continues, time runs out for many of this generation. Time runs out for Seth Rollins’ knee, time runs out for Edge’s neck. With every second that passes, time casts a shadow over this doomed empire. In wrestlin', shelf life is an important asset. Yet with every bump, every kick, every CRASH down on someone’s HEAD, they expire... Slowly, like a tickin' timebomb, the stock of PCW is fallin'… Every sound of that bell, no matter how entertainin' it is for all of you, is another step towards the inevitable.” Ted would shake his head. He was disappointed in the shape of this industry as a whole. “So why am I here?!… Why would Ted DiBiase grace this wasteland like a rare ray of sunlight?… Because, like the keen businessman that I am, I smell opportunity. PCW is slowly headin' towards a CRASH, and I? I intend to take advantage of it! This company is primed for someone like me, someone with an eye for the future and a VISION like no other!” Ted grinned, brushing the front of his suit down after passing down two more men lifting weights. “Whilst everyone else within PCW sits and watches, standin' still, I am tellin’ you my intentions. Ted DiBiase will SHORT this roster and absorb the rewards. One by one, time will cut down the old, decrepid, past-it ‘superstars’ and send them on their way. Send them here…” DiBiase would stop, turning fully towards the camera which also came to a stop. “I don’t have to take them down myself, I don’t have to fight my way to the top, because this company? This empire? The CRASH is IMMINENT! And when all is said and done? The man with the foresight to envision the apocalypse will be stood atop the mountains of bodies, REAPIN’ WHAT’S LEFT!” DiBiase would laugh to himself as he stepped away from the scene, grinning from ear to ear as the camera panned out once more. The roster of wrestlers with their best days behind them would continue to work, throwing themselves to the ground and straining with weights far too heavy, all desperate to make it. DiBiase simply trudged out of the door,
    heading onto better things, youth intact.

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    Zach Icon

    07 Apr 2017 - 20:34
    I miss you a lot
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    el clutchõ Icon

    15 Jul 2012 - 02:55
    i do try
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    el clutchõ Icon

    15 Jul 2012 - 01:43
    or you could say... nice to meta!... i'll get my coat
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    el clutchõ Icon

    15 Jul 2012 - 01:33
    ohey, welcome =D
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    Monkey D. Luffy Icon

    13 Jul 2012 - 23:16
    gracias! lie wise thoooo
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    Monkey D. Luffy Icon

    13 Jul 2012 - 22:42
    Welcome to ye pcdub
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