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Post by FCPW President Mac Dunney on Apr 12, 2021 14:50:31 GMT
All roleplays for this match to be posted here. Maximum three roleplays per writer, no minimum or maximum word count.
Roleplays are due by 11:59:59pm on April 23!
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Post by The Syndicate on Apr 16, 2021 1:27:57 GMT
So you want a sit down interview? I’ll give you a sit down interview, in fact, I’ll give you the best fucking sit down interview you have ever seen. It was after the April 11th edition of Sunday Night Delight and I was fuming. Now you may be wondering “why?” exactly I would be so angry, so pissed off when on the surface everything seemed to have gone my way… I won my match after all as most expected I would beating two generic opponents who are interchangeable in Nathan “Nobody” and Petey “Jabroni.”I honestly couldn’t tell one from the other and when myself and the Wraith defeated The FCPW a few weeks ago, I for a nanosecond thought we were facing the Barnburners It’s tough to tell the difference really it is. Anyway, I’m in the locker room throwing shit around, turning beat red, still dressed in my ring gear when the Wraith walks in dressed in his as well.
Wraith: What the fuck is the matter with you?
Tees: It’s Caine… he’s out of control… he put the Chaos Theory Championship on the line in a fatal four way match at the Pay Per View in spite of the fact that I advised him against it. He doesn’t listen, I tell him something and he does the opposite it’s like dealing with a child.
Wraith: You want me to kill him? I can make it look like an accident or a suicide no one will ever suspect a thing or even care the guy is a waste of life anyway and has been an anchor dragging us down since the beginning. It’s enough to worry about this tag team turmoil situation, and then having to worry about this asshole on top of it.
Tees: No don’t kill him we have enough issues. But I will tell you this he’s on incredibly thin ice with me. If he loses this fatal four way he’s finished plain and simple. He’s cost me more than enough.
Wraith: Sure you don’t want him dead? I can run him over with a vehicle of some sort and frame someone else, hell I can take possession of someone else and make them do it.
Tees: No, I don’t want him dead take a chill pill.
Wraith: Sorry… you know how passionate I am about killing things it is kind of my profession I am the incarnation of death, the grim reaper if you will it’s what I do.
Tees: Got to admire the passion but no killing as far as he’s concerned. If he wins and retains I’m willing to forgive and forget, but if he loses so help me he’ll wish he was dead you can take that to the bank.
Fade out.
We come back to find me sitting in a sit down interview set wearing a royal blue suit with a black dress shirt sans a tie, black shoes and a pair of brown aviator sunglasses in spite of the fact we are indoors. Joining me is longtime frenemy, and sometimes broadcast partner Matt Holton. Holton is wearing a royal blue and gold Syndicate t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans, with navy sneakers with gold laces. Holton wastes little time and begins conducting the interview.
Holton: Hello again, wrestling fans! It is I your most glorious host… Matt Holton… and joining me as always once more a man who needs no introduction… the man, the myth, the legend Mr. Tees. Mr. Tees as is well documented will be representing the Syndicate along with the Wraith at April Annihilation in a Tag Team Turmoil match against The Celtic Club (Andy Donahue & Chris Cavanagh), The Barnburners (Nathan Galchenyuk & Rick Gallagher) and last but not least The FCPW (Freddy Collins & Petey Walker.) this match will determine the very first FCPW Tag Team Champions. Mr. Tees what are your thoughts on this match?
Tees: There are basically two kinds of tag teams here in FCPW, The Syndicate and teams that wish they were the Syndicate. Myself and the Wraith are the standard, the single greatest tag team to ever compete here or who will ever compete here, we are the best of the best, the cream of the crop. Those other teams you mentioned, simply cheap imitations and wannabes. Six of one half a dozen of the other. Let me put this into prospective for you imagine us as being The Road Warriors, now picture Walker and Collins being the Young Stallions basically a jobber team, and the Barnburners being the Bushwhackers, a jobber to the stars team, The Celtic Club are basically a toss up between later stage (91) version of Demolition and the Powers Of Pain… basically anyway you slice it they are more or less cheap knock offs of us. We are going to dominate this match and become the first and only tag team champions that this place will ever know.
Holton: It’s interesting we haven’t heard a thing from the Wraith.
Tees: He’s done and will continue to do his talking in the ring. Look at how dominate he’s been in recent weeks singlehandedly taking apart some of those aforementioned tag teams all on his own with little to no help from me. Now imagine myself added to the mix and it gets even worse for them. We’re going to eliminate those other teams and we aren’t just talking from this particular match we’re talking for good. Dunny might as well just hand us the tag team belts and call the match off if of course he cares about sparing the rest of the tag division.
Holton: Why do you suppose it is that you keep getting the Barnburners confused with the FCPW?
Tees: I thought I cleared this up they are both generic tag teams and are interchangeable in my mind. You fight one you fight the other it’s hard to tell the difference. The Celtic Club is the only team that stands out and that is only because they put a lot of effort into trying to copy us imitation is said to be the “greatest form of flattery” but in all honestly, they don’t come anywhere close to being in our league or on our level. The only reason they have experienced the level of success that they have until now is because they managed to stay away from us until this particular point in time where our paths are about to cross.
It was then that the Wraith appeared in a cloud of smoke. He began speaking.
Wraith: Everyone in this match has been marked down as “dead” and will be sent off to their final destinations. None of them will survive as it’s off to the next world for them. I sat back for weeks, months watching the undeserving be granted opportunity, after opportunity, after opportunity and do nothing but squander it only to be given more opportunities. It is time to put an end to the undeserving, the unworthy and many of the people to which I refer have found their way into this match making my work easier as I can take them all out in one place at one time. All of them at the end of the night will…. Rest… in…. piss.
Holton: You mean “rest in peace”
Wraith simply gives Holton a “look” as if to say “I could snap your neck like a twig and there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it… mother fucker!”
Tees: He means “Rest In Piss” you heard correctly dumbass. We have no respect for any of these so called “tag teams” of wanna be “men.” You know the deal the bell now tolls for all of them and when bells start tolling heads start rolling. All parties involved have been warned and put on notice. And as for you Halstead our paths shall cross again. You may have cheated me out of a large payday due to your cowardice once, but it won’t happen again. Next time around I’ll get my hands around that stack of dimes you call a “neck” and the rest will be history… you’ll be history mark my words old pal of mine!
Holton: That concludes it for now thank you gentlemen.
Tees: Pleasure has been all yours.
The two of us seemingly vanish in front of your eyes as the scene fades.
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Post by thebarnburners on Apr 22, 2021 1:01:17 GMT
We open on Gally and Chucky in a locker room, both in towels post-shower.
Chucky: “Big time workout today buddy. You fuckin’ nailed it.”
Gally: “You fuckin’ killed it bud. We gotta be on top of it like this every day now though, the big night is coming up.”
Chucky: “The biggest of big nights. The Barnburners moment of glory buddy! What we’ve been waiting for since we signed our contracts with First Class bro!”
Chucky and Gally share grins before Gally smacks Chucky on the chest.
Gally: “Buddy, what rhymes with lag, sag and drag?”
Chucky: “Tag buddy! What rhymes with dream, scream and ream?”
Gally: “Team bud! What rhymes with hips, dips and rips?”
Chucky: “Fuckin’ ships bro! Steam ships, rocket ships, fucking tag team championships!”
Gally: “Those are our belts buddy! No one else’s! We just gotta do it right and win the fight!”
Chucky: “Three teams to beat buddy. The Syndicate?”
Gally: “Syndicate can Syndi-kiss my ass buddy! Celtic Club?”
Chucky: “They can Cel-tickle my nuts bud! The FCPW?”
Gally prepares to chirp but pauses, faltering a little before looking to Chucky.
Gally: “I don’t really have any beef with Freddy and Petey buddy. They’re decent guys.”
Chucky: “Totally decent guys, but we gotta take ‘em out if we face off with them. So Freddy gets Sniped.”
Gally: “Petey gets Wheeled.”
Both: “And we go Bardownski on everyone! Ferda!”
The two share a fist bump before walking off in opposite directions as the shot fades out.
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Post by thefcpw on Apr 23, 2021 0:09:23 GMT
We open to a First Class Pro Wrestling banner hanging inside of a locker room with Freddy Collins and Petey Walker seated across from one another. Petey began.
Freddy, this is our big chance man. This is our chance to finally stick out from the rest of the crowd around here.
I know Petey, I'm really psyched for this opportunity. We can finally shake this label that we have been getting.
What label?
Oh come on man! You can't see that week after week we, for the most part, go out there and wind up with our shoulders pinned to the mat for a three count.
Petey shrugged.
Tough luck, rough patch, we are just one win away from getting on a real hot streak. And if we get the win this next time out we go from the guys that have been having a rough time to the number one tag team in First Class Pro!
Yeah, you're right. Just hard to think that we are so close to a lifetime goal when its been such a long time since we picked up a win.
We just have to go out there and do what we are best at doing. Flying around that ring and super kicking people's heads off!
It would feel pretty damn awesome if we super kicked Trigger Cavanagh's head off.
Yeah, can't stand that guy or his overgrown, steroid abusing tag team partner Andy Donahue. Those guys and their boss are such tools bro!
You know that if we get the upper hand on them those guys are going to be quick to cheat if they feel they need to. Those guys do whatever they think they need to do if it means they win.
I can't stand that kind of tomfoolery.
Tomfoolery?
Yeah, tomfoolery. It means...
I know what it means...how did you learn it I've never heard you use that word.
Yeah, I was pumping my gas this morning and the GasTV thing had their "Word of the Day". I figured I have to use it whenever I can for the rest of the day so I remember it.
I guess its never too late to expand your vocabulary. So, like I was saying, we have to be really careful about that. Those guys will use a chair, the ropes, hook the tights...we have to be more vigilant than the referee in this one.
For sure bro, there is no way we are going to let that kind of tomfoolery fly!
And then we have to watch out for The Syndicate too. Those guys are even worse than The Celtic Club!
I mean they're both kind of scumbags but I'll take the bait...how so?
The Celtic Club seems hell bent on having every championship in First Class Pro but The Syndicate...they seem like they are just out to put every member of the locker room in the hospital.
Ok, that makes sense. Maybe those guys really are worse. But what about The Barnburners?
Oh yeah, I mean, I don't really have anything against those guys.
Yeah, they're pretty chill backstage.
I guess if we can't win then hopefully they do.
Yeah, but, we are going to win...right?
That's the plan.
The scene cuts.
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Post by The Celtic Club on Apr 23, 2021 20:22:45 GMT
The scene opened to a M,N,N, pack of cigarettes, a green box with a white top and green lettering that read "Newport". Trigger Cavanagh pulled a cigarette from the packaging, he tossed it in his mouth and whipped his shoulder length curly dirty blonde hair. Trigger lit the cigarette and looked across the bar he stood at towards his tag team partner, Andy Donahue who was seated on a bar stool. Andy and trigger took a shot of the amber colored liquor in the shot glasses in the front of them. Trigger sucked his teeth before beginning.
You ready for this Sunday night Andy Boy?
April Annihilation? Are you fucking kidding me, Trig? You know Andy Donahue was born ready to handle shit like this.
Oh yeah? You're really that sure of yourself--this early into your career?
Fuck yeah! I'm a genetic freak and I've been learning from the two greatest wrestlers in the game. Speed bumps aside in the learning process, I think I'm pretty far beyond where I should be at this stage in my career.
Well, hopefully Scott Steiner doesn't sue us for gimmick infringement on that one but you're right on that first part. I'd say you're far progressed as well--far progressed for someone with average training. Someone with the guidance of my brother and I shouldn't be making some of the novice mistakes that you've been making in the ring.
Hey, Trig, what other rookie already has a main event win under their belt here in First Class Pro?
Depends if you mean rookie to the company or rookie in general--we are all rookies to the company. Not even that...I got us that win! I don't know if you remember or not Andy Boy but it was me who had Dank Sinatra's shoulders pinned to the mat at the last edition of Sunday Night Delight.
Yeah I know but we win as a team and lose as a team. The Celtic Club is the be all, end all when it comes to First Class Pro.
Trigger shook his head back and forth from behind the bar and looked at the floor in disbelief before slowly raising his head to bring himself back to Andy's view.
See, novice mistakes again. The Celtic Club is the be all, end all when it comes to professional wrestling in general Andy Boy. And do you know how we are going to prove that out right?
By beating the piss out of every single member of the FCPW locker room that we come across?
No. I mean, well, yes and no. Yes we are going to do that but no because we don't need to beat the piss out of each and every single one of the pieces of shit that get the privilege of sharing a locker room with us.
Then how are we gonna do it, Trig?
Easy...this Sunday night at April Annihilation we walk away with almost all of the gold. Johnnie picks up the pin on either Dank Sinatra or that shit talking, too smart for his own good Jonny C and than you and I...we beat three other teams to be crowned the first ever FCPW Tag Team Champions. And you know the beauty of all of that?
Andy shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head backwards.
What's that?
Once we do it--we will be the faction that popped the cherry on the top singles and tag team championship that the Old Fart running the show has decided to created.
It's too bad that Shannon ain't gonna be the first Women's Champion.
Shannon will get there, all in due time--I'm sure Johnnie had her pulled from the ring for a bit to get her a little more training under her belt. Now Andy...what are you gonna do to make sure that we bring those Tag Team title belts to the locker room in hand this Sunday?
Andy snorted and flexed his pectoral muscles.
What the fuck do you mean with that question, Trig? I'm going to do what I always do...pick up a few light weights and chuck them around the ring like a little kid with some wrestling figures. How many times have we been forced to share the ring with the same poor schmucks over and over again? How many times has the world seen me toss one of The FCPW over the top rope like a sack of feathers? Or how many times have they seen me deliver an Irish Car Bomb to one of those airheads from The Barnburners?
Trigger shrugged his shoulders.
Beats me man, I don't bother counting shit like that. I do recall you making pretty quick work of The FCPW single handedly on the first Sunday Night Delight.
Fuck yeah! That's exactly the kinda shit I'm talking about...do I really need to do that to those morons again? I can't really see either of them improving that much that they could beat me on my own let alone the both of us.
And as far as Chucky and Gally are concerned it looks as if those punks started off strong but have since faded off in to obscurity. It seems like the pressure started to build up on their shoulders and they decided that being the dominant, fan-favorite tag team wasn't really for them after all.
Dominant? No one can be dominant while The Celtic Club is sharing the locker room with them!
Now--what about The Syndicate?
Fuck them! They think they're about that life...they think they're the toughest sons of bitches that this business has but that couldn't be further from the truth. The Celtic Club could chew those little maggots up and spit them out like a fatty piece of steak.
Andy mimicked spitting on the floor of the bar.
Steak...now you're talking! We gotta go meet them goombahs soon so maybe we should go grab some grub?
You know me--the amount of calories this body burns in a day, I could always use something to eat.
Let's split this joint then.
Andy got up from the bar stool he had been seated in as Trigger walked from the other side of the bar. The two tag team partners walked out of the camera's view as the scene cut to static.
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Post by The Syndicate on Apr 24, 2021 1:29:59 GMT
Early morning (4:20-5:00am) in what appears to be a children’s hospital. There is virtually no one around except maybe janitorial staff/housekeeping. The halls are pretty much deserted this time of the morning and we appear to be on one of the mid-upper floors. A man dressed in an expensive suit is standing by an elevator as if waiting for someone and just like that the elevator opens and a man who appears to be Sabastian Caine steps out dressed in a lab coat, a blue pinstripe dress shirt, black chinos and black shoes steps off. Caine although not seemingly engaged in conversation with the other medical staff on the elevator addresses them simply by saying “see ya later” which they ignore. Caine greets the man who appears to be waiting on him, the man is wearing a khaki suit, black shoes, and a black mock neck dress shirt along with sunglasses in spite of being indoors.
Caine: Are you Gordon?
Gordon: Why, yes, yes I am and you must be Dr. Caine.
Caine: Guilty as charged. What do you say we go somewhere private and complete our little transaction?
Gordon: Works for me, away from prying eyes.
The two men make their way down the hallway and go into some sort of a small room, only slightly bigger than a closet. We haven’t noticed it before but Gordon appears to be carrying some sort of briefcase. He opens the briefcase to reveal at least a grand total of Two Hundred Thousand Dollars worth of gold and silver coins. Caine takes a look at the coins and checks their authenticity.
Caine: I have a safe where I am going to put these for “safe” keeping pun intended. I will return in about five minutes with a check sound good?
Gordon: Sounds great to me. But if you aren’t back here I’m going to come looking for you.
Caine: Don’t worry about it before you notice I’m gone I’ll return with your check.
Caine takes the briefcase and exits the room. Gordon takes a seat and after what feels like an eternity realize that he’s been played and Caine more than likely isn’t coming back.
Gordon goes out into the hall and now it’s bustling with patients, doctors, medical staff, there is now a receptionist at the desk. He angerly goes over to her and yells the following.
Gordon: CAN YOU PLEASE PAIGE A DOCTOR SEBASTIAN CAINE FOR ME!?
Receptionist: I’m sorry sir there is no one by that name working here.
Gordon: Are you shitting me? Why won’t you page him you stupid twat? I was just dealing with him five minutes ago.
Receptionist: Are you deaf or just plain stupid and ignorant? There is no one… I repeat no one by that name here.
Gordon: Motherfucker!
Gordon realizes that he’s most likely fallen victim to a scam.
Fade out
We then flash forward several hours later to Mr. Tees and The Wraith having a conversation in the FCPW locker room area. Both men are dressed in their ring gear for some odd reason maybe to do match promos perhaps coming back from a recently wrestled match. Tees appears to be livid about something yet Wraith seems to be doing the bulk of the talking.
Wraith: How much shit are you going to let this fucking guy get away with? I mean if it isn’t one thing it’s something else. The guy is a fucking headache and it’s time to get rid of him before the situation becomes a thousand times worse he’s nothing but a fucking problem… he’s a like a bad case of Syphilis that refuses to go away.
Tees: I know… this is trouble we really don’t need him committing acts of fraud and larceny when we have this pay per view coming up. That stupid ass fraud victim who got taken could potentially sue us and he put the reputation of this group, this family in jeopardy.
Wraith: Let’s take him out then before he does something else.
Tees: Not quite at that point yet as he could still prove to be useful… but he’s treading on incredibly thin ice.
We are then transported to a shot of Caine being arrested for throwing a brick through the window of a closed Chick-fil-A at three thirty in the am on a Sunday morning.
Return to the locker room as though that cut away never happened.
Tees: Fuck… I need this shit like a hole in the head.
Wraith: Let me take him out I can make it quick and painful really make him suffer and regret the day he was ever born. This guy needs to be put out of your misery and soon. He’s costing you a small fortune.
Tees: Get this fucker claims he was “framed” and “didn’t do it.” give me a break… not only does he cost me money by doing stupid shit he gets caught red handed and on camera and has the brass set of balls to lie straight faced about it.
It’s then that Temptress enters the room dressed in a floral halter top that cuts off just above the midriff, and a pair of jeans that seem to be a few sizes too small as they are tight on the legs and even tighter on her ample behind.
Temptress: I came to help you guys refocus on your upcoming tag team turmoil match it’s interview time.
Tees: Again?
Temptress: Yes, again the FCPW brass wants a certain amount of interviews for this huge pay per view spectacular.
We are transported almost magically to the interview set where the background of the Syndicate is displayed it’s simply a darkened, night time version of the Toronto skyline with the Syndicate logo written across it. The Wraith is on the left of Temptress and Tees is to the right. Temptress in spite of putting this together and putting the two men back in focus remains silent basically just standing there and looking great as Wraith interestingly begins speaking first.
Wraith: Andy Donahue… you’re a roided up freak with a pea brain and shriveled up raisin balls. You seem to enjoy talking shit from the safety and security of your underground bunker, but let’s see you talk some of that trash to my face Sunday night when I’m putting my fist through your skull and shoving my foot up your ass. You may delusionally believe that you have “gotten under my skin” but all you’ve done is piss me off. Now because of that you my friend will rest… in… piss.
Wraith: And Chrissy boy… what can we really say about you? I guess calling you mentally and emotionally “unbalanced” would be like calling the desert dry. No one ever accused you of being “sane” that’s for damn sure. But whatever the case may be Chrissy boy your hopes and dreams of winning a tag team championship will be shattered much like your ego and several body parts. You may look like a jigsaw puzzle with most of the pieces missing when the night is through. Like the rest you may be a proud man with a brass set of balls at the moment, but once I neuter you you’ll be begging, pleading with me to finish you off and end you once and for all and I’ll gladly grant your death wish when I’m good and ready to. Castrated men are so often the ones who beg and plead for death for any and all reasons for them to live have been snatched away from them and you’ll be no exception.
It was then that Tees began speaking.
Tees: I’m not in the best of moods these days… losing money for nonsensical reasons really pisses me off and I’m sure as shit going to be taking out all of that anger and frustration on the opponents we are coming up against us in this Tag Team Turmoil match. All of these other teams will curse the day that they were born and will regret signing on the dotted line to enter into this match. You may perceive this match as an “opportunity to win some championship gold.” But we see it as an opportunity to add to our victims list. You are prey that has been lured into a trap with the promise of “treats” and we are the predators who will feast on your flesh and bones and we’ll wash it all down with your blood. All of you may enter into this match under your own power, but one by one each and every one of you will be carted off on a stretcher. You are looking at the last team standing we are walking out with the tag team championship and you sons of bitches aren’t walking out at all. So it is written and so it shall come to pass you have all been given your final warning.
Fade out with all three laughing somewhat manically.
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