Tuesday 12/02/2008 2:43:37pm Name: John Newman E-Mail: Homepage Name: Homepage URL: Location: Roleplay: The camera tunes in with us seeing John Newman pacing the inside of his locker room. The Anything Goes Title firmly around your waist. A small smirk reaches his face as he looks up seeing tghe camera. Newman: Well, well, well, I guess I've been away far to long, big plan, big plans. And it will all start after this little paper view. I'm involved in two matches tonight. Of course becoming a well known star has it;s ups and downs. Newman rubs the title around his waist a deep smile comes to his face. His voice gives a hint of mania. Newman: First and foremost is an old dear friend of mine. Nelson! You think one match of mine was bad, with Demitri? But yet you yourself are causing some troubles. If you want me, I"m not that hard to find, just follow the blood path of what will ebecome my new kingdom. Newman gives a manic laugh and spins around sitting down onto a folding chair. Newman looks down to the ground and raises his head slowly showing an expression of anger. Newman: My first match will most likely be with my two close friends, and the Doctor and the man I recently beat for my belt Apoc. Now I hope you have enough sense to stay focused on beating our opponents and not come after me, because if you do dear Apoc, I'll make you my sacrificial lamb. And my opponents will be EHB, Demitri, Matt Technician, TC Mason, and Bane. Now Mason and Matt i could really care less, their not worthy of this kingdom I have to make, they can stay in the safety of normal logic thinking if they want. The three I really want to talk about is first Bane. Newman begins to chuckle about, with a sick demeanor to it. Newman: Boo Hoo it's your last hurrah. You will not be missed. You have no right being in the same ring as I. You'll get a small glimpse of what to expect when where one on one Bane, trust me on that one. You bring your all there Bane, it matters not. I can't be stopped by someone so mundane as yourself. Your best is my worse, do you you understand, I will not be robbed from my destiny. Newman almost literary jumps up causing the chair to fall to the ground. Newman's eyes have a look of want and need. Newman: Then there's Demitri, I knew me and you would meet in the ring. Although your performance was horrid. You need an actor coach, and I'm the one to help, I'll put a nice smile on your face. As Newman talks he reaches in his pocket and takes out a small knife. Newman stares at it for a while and then looks up at the camera. Newman: You see smiling is the answer to everything that is wrong. Something you can never grasp my dear friend. But I doubt you want to have a play, you wouldn't be able to stay with me. You want to mess with a script, well that's just lovely I Love an improvised show. Maybe later when you see what type of a show I'm gonna make, maybe then you'll finally see how wrong you have been, it's time to show everyone that I'm more than what they think you are. Newman forcefully throws the knife at the floor casing the knife to stick out of the ground of his locker room. Newman: Someone who thinks your the meanest man is someone I once wanted to show my darkness with was a man I face tonight with my other four partners. EHB! Don't think I haven't paid close attention to you. How are is that smile i gave you, does it bring a feeling of dread, a feeling of happiness, does it cause people to look away?! It it does know you know what everyday of my life has felt like, on a very minor scale. Your curious of what I can do? Newman begins to yell in anger forcing the camera out of the hands of the AGW cameraman which he leaves in a very fast manner. The lens gets a close up of Newman, we see his face tremble, his voice deep with anger, his eyes bugging out of their sockets. Newman:You had a chance to see me first hand EHB, and you didn't step up! Why! What where you hiding from! You want to see what's going to happen! Well then sit back order some beer, or whatever it is you like to have while a play is going on! Because there will be blood, there will be bodies, and their will be no one safe from me! Count on It! The camera swerves and we hear a loud crashing noise and the camera turns to static.

Wednesday 11/05/2008 6:46:05pm Name: EHB E-Mail: Homepage Name: Homepage URL: Location: Roleplay: (EHB sits on a bench in the locker room awaiting the beginning of tonight's pay per view. He is in his ring gear which, tonight, consists of baggy jean shorts, a Haunted t-shirt, and heavily taped fists. Though he sits at the edge of the bench with a gleam in his eye, he has done this far too many times to be called anxious. No, in a word, he is ready.) EHB: I've had a few fights over gold and plenty over respect and more than I'd care to remember that were about something a little more personal. But, for the most part, I fight simply for the sake of fighting and tonight is a perfect example. Me and nine other guys have been thrown together for no other reason than to see what happens when you throw the ten of us together. This isn't the main event, this isn't for gold and its not even for all that much glory. Hell, some of you boys might decide to just phone this one in. But, if that's what you're thinkin', you'd be better off just stayin' home cuz I leave it all in the ring every time out and, though I ain't proud of it, history has proven my ability to leave other men's careers in the ring too. So who do we have coming to this dance tonight? We got the current Anything Goes Champion, John Newman. That's a belt that may not be mine in the sense of currently wearing it but it is unquestionably mine in the sense of being the man whose name is most associated with it. I could walk up to any member of the booking committee any time I wanted and get a shot at that belt. But, right here, right now, that's not what I want. No, while I don't have the hard data, I'd be willing to bet that I've been involved in more matches with that belt on the line than anyone else in the history of this organization. My exploits with the title are legend. So, right here and right now, I'm actually pretty damn curious to see what John Newman will do with the belt. I'm curious to see the pages he can add to that belt's bloody history. But, while I have no interest in challenging him for the belt, at least not any time soon, I'm certainly down for tradin; a few more shots with the guy. He may not be perfect but he's tougher than a coffin nail and nuttier than a Baby Ruth. And, as for the other two members of Insanity, we're no strangers either and I know they can both scrap. In addition to those three, I'll be lookin' across the ring from Apocalypse and The Doctor. It's no secret I've been lookin' to lock horns with Apoc for a while now but what may be less well known is just how curious I am to face The Doctor. Let's face it, the man is better than he has any right to be. The guy is five foot nuthin', a hundred and nuthin' and yet he's made a respectable little career for himself here in AGW where giants roam free. And, sure, the stakes might not be quite as high in a stretcher match as they are in my specialty match, but that doesn't take away from just how damn good he's been in them. And, hell, he's also the only guy smart enough to figure out that I'm actually from another planet. The Doctor should be a joke but he's not and so I am very curious to square off against him. Very curious. All and all, five worthwhile opponents for yours truly. As for my "partners", the booking committee just cannot resist an opportunity to team me with that human wedgie Matt Technician. Fine. They also put me with Bane and Mason who, judgin' by crowd reactions, are the AGW's latest born again baby faces. Fine. But let me tell you boys this, there ain't enough tomato juice on the planet to wash the stink of Shawn Michaels offa you two. Oh,I ain't sayin' I'm lookin' to take you two out in this match. We're on the same side from bell to bell and I'll act accordingly. No, I'm just sayin' that I've been in this business far too long to confuse the image you create from the reputation you earn. And then there's Demitri. Man, they sure can turn the screws when they want. Its common knowledge that I'm itchin' to get you one on one on the grand stage of pay per view. Now, not only do I have to wait at least another couple months, but I gotta stand side by side with you. Fine. I'll play by the rules, though there is never any guarantee that you will. They want to force me to wait for the match I want while dangling my desired opponent right in front of my face? So be it. How about this then, Demitri. Let's go out there and whet each other's appetites a little bit more with the violence we inflict on our opponents here tonight. (EHB gets up and walks off as the camera fades to black.)

Wednesday 11/05/2008 11:26:03am Name: Brandon Walsh E-Mail: tw46065@hotmail.com Homepage Name: Homepage URL: Location: Roleplay: The scene opens to a black 2009 Mustng convertible pulling up AGW Headquarters. A man in black suit and tie gets out. We only see him from behind and can't make out his face. He turns around, low and behold it is Brandon Walsh, former AGW Manager of Hall of Famer Terry Garvin. Brandon takes off his sunglasses. Yes, a promo. Brandon: Yes kids, I'm back. Did you miss me? How silly of me, you did of course. The AGW roster these days is like watching the Chicago Bulls, no Jordan, no Pippen, hell not even a Kukoc. Sadly,there is no talent. I got pretty depressed the last time I switched on AGW Wednesday Rampage, it was like the next year of American Idol when Clay and Reuben and everybody was gone and it just sucked. But now folks it's time for what's old is new and vice versa and so forth. You now have your ridicuously good-lookin' Brandon Walsh back to root for. And you will have more of me to drool over because I'm going back in the ring! I'll give you all a moment to jump and down and yell Goody. Ok, moments up. You can now peacefully rest your heads knowing you're safe from the days of stagnent wrestling. Brandon puts back on his sunglasses, climbs into his Mustang, starts it up, then proceeds to peel out into the grass making 2 ruts.

Tuesday 11/04/2008 8:02:35am Name: A Party Political Broadcast for CTHInc E-Mail: Homepage Name: Homepage URL: Location: Roleplay: The screen is blank. Suddenly, small black letters appear in the centre. They read, ‘The following political broadcast has been paid for by supporters of Nelson Regal - CTHInc’. The American National Anthem begins to play against a backdrop of the Stars and Stripes fluttering in the breeze. A familiar voice-over intones; Nelson: America. The picture is replaced by a series of American athletes failing in their efforts. These include the US Basketball’s team’s epic failure at one of the past Olympics, Andy Roddick bowing his head in defeat, Apollo Creed getting killed by Ivan Drago, Michael Jordon striking out in baseball... even the American Murderball team losing to Canada. Nelson: Eric Von Doom needs you. We pan to a short montage of Eric Von Doom taking various chair-shots and finishing manoeuvres, the montage fading as a very young looking Eric and Nelson sprint up opposite sides of a ladder, arms stretched upward towards a leather bag. Nelson: We know how hard it is for the public to believe a politician nowadays. The shot now pans to Nelson’s grinning mug, and broadens to view the whole scene. He is wearing a suit, and a Union Jack tie, and stands in front of a map of the United States. Nelson: But believe me when I say this – Eric Von Doom needs you. Nelson: You see, we stand upon a precipice. We are approaching an era of change, of radical changes in policy, of political and social uncertainty. But I’m not talking about the Presidential Election – who the bloody Hell cares about that? So long as my man John McCain wins, I couldn’t care less. No – I am of course referring to the AGW World Title. Nelson: What seems like years of stagnancy and neglect are about to be brought to a screeching halt. Tomorrow night, there will be a change in dynasty, two new men will be at the top. And one of those men will be me. For too bloody long now, those in power have been able to rest on their laurels, buoyed by a tide of apathy from those they supposedly represent. If President Bush is a lame duck, then Eric Von Doom is a goose that has had his wings clipped. People are bored of him, bored of his antics and histrionics, his much vaunted refusal to give-in. When I am World Champion... people will take notice. They will talk again. They will care. Nelson: This voter-apathy has of course filtered through into the boys in the back. Recently, the AGW has seen a spate of particularly horrifying physical and psychological attacks on its members. Only some of those were perpetrated by me – John Newman damn near nearly killed that Demitri impersonator, Misery has rode rough-shod over academy student after academy student, and not even Bane’s own tag-team partner is leaping to his defence since Prime Minister diGiacomo threatened to sack him. And yet – somehow all this has been met by a deafening silence from those who are empowered to do something about it. The Sean Tylors, the Brian Hills, and the Nick Ross’s of this world – none of them have done a damn thing about it. Well... we at CTHInc couldn’t stand back and take it any longer. Nelson: And who is to blame for this wave of half-heartedness? We place the blame squarely at the door of Eric Von Doom. The Champion must set an example for his peers, and Eric has fallen way-short of the mark in this regard. When I am champion, I will unite the AGW in their loathing of me... I shall force them to get their hands out of their pockets and have their say. You can bloody well count on that. Nelson: As for my right-honourable opponent... On Sunday, I will finally fulfil my destiny. From that first moment when you and my hated Uncle betrayed me, I have longed to destroy you. From my first moment in this bloody organisation, it was immediately apparent that you were the man to beat. And so it has proved. You’ve endured. You’ve clung on, stubbornly refusing to give up your spot to newer and better men – like yours truly. You’ve been doing that same old bloody schtick for so long now, Eric, it’s no wonder the fans are bored with you. Where the Hell is the man who gave Tom Tennant third-degree burns, the fellow who won the AGW World Title and UWL World title in the same night, dare I say it the man who beat me for an entire fleet of Cherry Red Ferraris?! I don’t recognise you anymore. You’ve lost your bite, your edge. You’re nothing but an old dog who needs to be put down. And I am bloody DELIGHTED that I’m the man that gets to do it! Nelson: You see Eric, the reason I can’t bloody wait to shovel that final pile of dirt onto your broken body and worthless career is so much more personal than another tick in the W column. It’s even more important than the belt. Because when all’s said and done... I will know that I’ve beaten you. And that’s worth more to me than anything... even a fleet of Ferraris. Nelson walks to one side, revealing the map behind him as he does so. It is broken down by states, and as he speaks the states each begin to fill in with a tiny image of Eric Von Doom in a crumpled heap on the mat. It is a parody of the electoral Presidential declaration map. Nelson: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys in the Back... Remember tomorrow that you brought this upon yourselves. It is your apathy that will bring about the end of Eric Von Doom... Try and remember that when you see what I have in store for him. Do the right thing on Tuesday night. If it’s anything like that which you do on Wednesday night, as you disinterestedly view the end of the career of Eric Von Doom, I imagine you won’t bother to vote at all, and you will do what Eric is to become. As Nelson says this final word, the map is full of pictures of Eric broken and beaten. At this instant, the entire map fills with a new picture – a lavish CTHInc logo. Nelson: Nothing. Fade to black

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