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Post by FCPW President Mac Dunney on Mar 30, 2021 0:15:04 GMT
All roleplays for this match to be posted here.
Deadline is Friday, April 9 at 11:59pm EST.
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Post by thefcpw on Mar 30, 2021 19:16:02 GMT
Petey Walker was spotted by the FCPW camera crew getting his cardio in at the FCPW training center in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Petey was sweating up a storm as his arms moved up and down on the elliptical. Petey noticed the camera crew and stopped his workout. He plopped down from the machine, took a large drink from his bottle of water, whipped his face off with the towel and looked to the camera.
Petey Walker: Looks like The FCPW has ourselves an opportunity to be the first ever Tag Team Champions of First Class Pro Wrestling in just about a month. Man I couldn't be more excited for this opportunity! That's why I'm pulling double, maybe even a few triple days in the gym trying to get as prepared for this Tag Team Turmoil match as I can. But, first stop I gotta take part in this triple threat match at Sunday Night Delight against Chucky from The Barnburners and Mr. Tees from The Syndicate. The FCPW has nothing but respect for The Barnburners and we are really hoping that the final two teams in Tag Team Turmoil come down to ourselves and them. Chucky, I know I'm singing you praise right now but make no mistake this Sunday Night Delight I mean business. As for Mr. Tees I know he's a dangerous man, I know he's not the type of guy to toy with but unfortunately for me that is exactly what I have to do at Delight. Guess I better get back to pushing myself, hopefully Freddy is doing the same thing back in the States.
Petey turned from the camera and climbed back onto the elliptical as the scene cut.
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Post by The Syndicate on Apr 3, 2021 23:00:27 GMT
I’m bored, I’m restless, I’m sick and tired of facing nameless, faceless jobbers who I can’t place the names with the faces because they are all bland, talentless, there is absolutely nothing special, different or unique about any of them. Six of one half a dozen of the other. Will I ever get any real “competition” around here? I seriously feel like I am playing Retromania Wrestling on the lowest setting against the weakest characters after a while it just isn’t fun anymore as there is no challenge. Even Vin Halstead has been a fucking disappointment. He was “supposed” to win that match on March 28th, Caine was pretty much doing everything aside from laying down and letting Halstead beat him and Halstead couldn’t even get that right he had to fuck it up and end up losing two out of two making the rumored “rubber match” at April Annihilation pretty much meaningless as Caine has by rook or crook defeated Halstead twice in a row. Everyone here. pretty much sucks, no one is in my league or anywhere near my level. This week, I once again find myself facing off against two nameless losers without a face in Nathan Galchenyuk and Petey Walker two tag team wrestlers who for some reason are facing me in a triple threat match. Whatever, I’ll beat both of them, I’ll beat one with the other they can team up or it can be every man for themselves and I’ll still come out on top because that’s what I do.
I am currently standing against the background of the Sunday Night Delight banner used for interviews in the studio. I have my back to you and am wearing a royal blue shirt that reads at the top in gold “As a Tees” a little lower on the left it reads “I go where I want” “On the right “I do what I want, to whoever I want.” On the bottom it reads “You wouldn’t understand.” I am also wearing navy chinos, and white and royal blue sneakers. I turn around and immediately begin speaking wasting little time.
Tees: Here we are once again my time being wasted going against people who are wastes of time and even bigger wastes of skin and oxygen. Two talentless jabroni’s named Nathan Galchenyuk and Petey Walker. Both of these men sound like they should be working the concession stand passing out programs and cleaning the trash out of the aisles. They have absolutely no business being in my ring, unless of course they are wiping up the blood and/or setting the damn thing up. Neither of these men are good enough to lace my boots or carry my jockstrap. I have forgotten more about winning at the main event level than these two jerkoffs will ever know if they live a thousand lifetimes. It’s a double insult that I have to face both of these “men” in the same match at the same time as facing one of them would be a slap in the face.
Tees: What’s going to happen is I’m going to steamroll over both of them and gain whatever advantage is on the line for the tag team tournament and then myself and the Wraith are going to steamroll over every other so called “team” in the tournament and win the entire thing. That’s how it’s going to go down.. spoiler alert. Petey Walker the 45 year old virgin and Nathan G are in for a beating of biblical proportions on Sunday night. You’ve been warned boys and now the bells toll for you and when bells start tolling heads start rolling.
Tees: And as for you Halstead you lost again even though we tried to let you win. You have got to be the only wrestler I have ever seen with two left feet. Even when things are handed to you on a platter, you bungle them and drop the ball snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. You have no one to blame for that other than yourself. You came here with all of this hype and as of now you just haven’t lived up to it. The way people were telling it, you were “the greatest thing since bred came silenced as it pertained to wrestling.” Others were even touting you as “the second coming of Flair, Savage, Steamboat, Hogan, Austin, Hart, Rhodes, Michaels and all of the other hall of fame names from the past all rolled into one.” I just haven’t seen it Vin, you look pretty weak and unimpressive to me, but what do I know? I have seen em come and seen em go for over 20 years in this industry and have beaten the best and the so called “best” that this business has to offer.
Fade to black as I crack a bit of a smirk.
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Post by thebarnburners on Apr 10, 2021 1:43:46 GMT
We open on Gally and Chucky in their side by side recliners in the living room of their apartment, feet up as they sit back, beers in hand, the sounds of a hockey game coming from the TV they face.
Gally: “Been a good week, buddy. Killed it at the gym.”
Chucky: “Murdered it at the gym, bro. Aced leg day.”
Gally: “Leg day all day buddy! Crushed chest and tris.”
Chucky: “Poppin’ pecs like bubble wrap bud! Smashed backs and bis.”
Gally: “Keepin’ our chins up on those chin ups, bro. Pounded out shoulders and core too.”
Chucky: “Shoulders like boulders and abs you can grate cheese on, buddy. Fuckin’ specimens, that’s what we are.”
Gally: “Damn right bud. Got our cardio in too.”
Chucky: “Wind sprints, stairs, hill sprints, rocked the rowing machine too. Fucking cardiovascular machines bro. We go long and we go hard.”
The two share a fist bump before taking long drinks of their beers.
Chucky: “So you got this Tristan Veidt guy. We know anything about him?”
Gally: “Big cat, I know that. Lotsa tattoos. That’s all I got buddy.”
Chucky: “So what’s the plan then, bud?”
Gally: “Speed, skill and tenacity bro. Wear him down, wear him out, Snipe, pin and back to the locker room for a beer. How about you? You got Tees and Walker buddy.”
Chucky: “Tees is a challenge buddy. That jumping piledriver is no joke. But unless we get lucky and him and that Wraith guy are already out of the Turmoil match before we get in, we’re gonna have to beat him eventually.”
Gally: “Fuck, that Wraith guy creeps me out bad buddy.”
Chucky: “Fuckin’ right bud. Gives me the willies. But for Sunday, I’m thinking might be best to try and neutralize Tees and then go Wheel on Walker. Put Petey in plank position, pick up a pin.”
Gally: “Nice alliteration buddy.”
Chucky: “Thanks buddy.”
A buzzing sound can be heard, both men digging their cellphones from their pockets.
Gally: “My rocket’s in the elevator bud!”
Chucky: “Mine’s coming up the stairs buddy! Time to score some takedowns!”
Gally: “Rock some socks!”
The two jump up from their chairs, chugging back their beers before fist bumping once more, the shot fading out as they go to the door to greet a blonde and a redhead waiting there for them.
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