*shrug* throw it my way if you want, for all the help I'll be
WZCW Discussion Thread
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*shrug* throw it my way if you want, for all the help I'll be
Viola Moonlight
I'm Literally Just Here for WZCW
Should be fine I think, as long as Crock doesn't want to use the character anymore.
Ok,thanks. I'll shoot him a pm about it.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
Shit just got real in the Gauntlet match thread. Go read it, I hope you all will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Johnny Scumm
InZayn In The Membrane
I enjoyed it Phats. 2 RP's down, 5 to go. The first 2 looking good so far, if I may say so myself 
This should be interesting.
This should be interesting.
Johnny Scumm
InZayn In The Membrane
4 left indeed. I'm looking forward to reading them as well.
FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
My RP is up. Any feedback is appreciated and shall be repped.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
Anyone want to give me some feedback.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
Cool man thanks, but if the person needs harsh feedback. Then they need it, no one ever improved from constant pats on the back.
Find'er Woo'er Ryder
:( lost ma Mayhem Title
Well Lee made me feel very ******ed. But he is right and I did fuck up very bad in my RP.
I agree with you Phatso, I still thank Showtime for the harsh feedback he gave me on my first RP. I would have honestly given up on the fed after that RP if I didn't hear what I did wrong.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
You aren't ******ed, if anyone should get that it was me when I first started. I have no clue how I ever won a match when I was first starting to roleplay. Want proof? This is my first roleplay, I haven't changed anything. You are far above the curve man, trust me. Guys like you could sneeze on a keybord and it would of beat me back in the day. Just keep on working Ryder, that's the only way you can get better brother.
*screen cuts to Alex bowen setting at his house in a big red armchair with a kind of pondering look on his face *
(Alex) you might not know ive been in this business a hell of a long time, but i can remember all my matches well the ones ware i didn't end up passed out or in a pool of my own blood for the most part.
but one match sticks out in my mind from a few years ago. my last title shot it was the jcw hardcore championship . i cant remember the date or when it was but i do remember this i tried the hardest
it wasn't a match like they are now ware all the damn shots were called it was on who could last the longest and pin his opponent. well during that match i was slammed through a table and landed on the cement wrong
i saw my life flash before my very eyes. the first time i went to school my friends graduating high school * snickers * how the hell did i do that, and so on and so on the match ended up with me losing to a dumb ass.
all i remember from after that match was about 4 trainers and some medical people caring me away on a strecher. i felt so fucking cold that feeling you get when you no somethings wrong.
i spent about 4 months in a half body cast with my arm up all the time. i finally got it taken off and was cleared to start training. i had a few setbacks but i was ready to get back in the ring almost
2 months after my cast removal, after training for days and days on end working my hand , legs and body till i ached at night i thought i was ready and i have to say i thought i could take on the fucking world
i spent the next couple of days getting back into the ring waiting for jcw to call me back up to them and then i got a call. i was told i was fired and that they didn't have my last paycheck, and to lose the number
because i would never wrestle with jcw again.* Alex walks out of the room and a door shut and he comes back in with a beer and a bag of chips*
*sipping beer* (Alex) sad isn't it?
*Alex looking kind of red slams the beer down on the floor and jerks up pointing at the camera*
(Alex) now you fucking listen and listen well wzcw im talking to all of you who see this! I'M BACK! and no one will stand in my way no one will stop me from being the man i was and still am.
*yells* I'M A FUCKING HARDCORE MACHINE!!!!
*the camera pans and Alex gets down and LIFTS UP! the big red arm chair and throws it out his rather large bay window*
*growling* no one no man , beast , or anything else will ever get in my way again!
*sniffs* i will ... i will
*stops and wipes a tear running down his face*
(Alex) who the hell am i kidding... really how could i ever get back to the hardcore hell raising old bastard i was that raised hell and broke people in two night after night...
you might not understand right now... but im about to show you the night that changed my life forever.
TO BE CONTINUED
(Alex) you might not know ive been in this business a hell of a long time, but i can remember all my matches well the ones ware i didn't end up passed out or in a pool of my own blood for the most part.
but one match sticks out in my mind from a few years ago. my last title shot it was the jcw hardcore championship . i cant remember the date or when it was but i do remember this i tried the hardest
it wasn't a match like they are now ware all the damn shots were called it was on who could last the longest and pin his opponent. well during that match i was slammed through a table and landed on the cement wrong
i saw my life flash before my very eyes. the first time i went to school my friends graduating high school * snickers * how the hell did i do that, and so on and so on the match ended up with me losing to a dumb ass.
all i remember from after that match was about 4 trainers and some medical people caring me away on a strecher. i felt so fucking cold that feeling you get when you no somethings wrong.
i spent about 4 months in a half body cast with my arm up all the time. i finally got it taken off and was cleared to start training. i had a few setbacks but i was ready to get back in the ring almost
2 months after my cast removal, after training for days and days on end working my hand , legs and body till i ached at night i thought i was ready and i have to say i thought i could take on the fucking world
i spent the next couple of days getting back into the ring waiting for jcw to call me back up to them and then i got a call. i was told i was fired and that they didn't have my last paycheck, and to lose the number
because i would never wrestle with jcw again.* Alex walks out of the room and a door shut and he comes back in with a beer and a bag of chips*
*sipping beer* (Alex) sad isn't it?
*Alex looking kind of red slams the beer down on the floor and jerks up pointing at the camera*
(Alex) now you fucking listen and listen well wzcw im talking to all of you who see this! I'M BACK! and no one will stand in my way no one will stop me from being the man i was and still am.
*yells* I'M A FUCKING HARDCORE MACHINE!!!!
*the camera pans and Alex gets down and LIFTS UP! the big red arm chair and throws it out his rather large bay window*
*growling* no one no man , beast , or anything else will ever get in my way again!
*sniffs* i will ... i will
*stops and wipes a tear running down his face*
(Alex) who the hell am i kidding... really how could i ever get back to the hardcore hell raising old bastard i was that raised hell and broke people in two night after night...
you might not understand right now... but im about to show you the night that changed my life forever.
TO BE CONTINUED
Find'er Woo'er Ryder
:( lost ma Mayhem Title
Thanks dude.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
Less than 24 hours now I believe. Go, go, go!
Ty Burna
Getting Noticed By Management
You should have been around when I started. Here was my first rp:
Not exactly the 2,000+ word RP's I regularly type out now. It takes time, even now I know Showtime and I will often have grammatical and every so often spelling errors, it's a matter of taking the time to review and smooth out those errors before rushing to post up your RP. My biggest suggestion when it comes to helping your own cause is to take your time as Lee said. If you want, write your RP out, but don't rush to post it. There's no bonus points for putting your RP up first. Once you have your RP wrote, go through it, run it through Word and spell check, have someone proofread it for you, more importantly proofread it yourself.
And now I shall quit sounding like my high school English teacher and go back to brainstorming for my own RP.
The camera fades into a black and white shot of Ty Burna sitting alone on a park bench in an unknown city. His head his lowered, hair cascading down over his face. A few people pass by the bench, no one even looks in his direction. As the people pass, he takes a deep breath and raises his head, staring dead into the camera.
I have spent much of my time in this park, when I was a mere street urchin attempting to stave off my own demise. The daily struggles I endured are nothing now compared to the pain I was put through that one fateful night. The agony, the torture, the maiming of my skin as these marks were permanently branded on to me, as a punishment for what I did.
He stands up from the park bench, and starts walking the path inside the park. The wind picks up as leaves swirl past him, from the distance a full moon can be seen in the night time sky. The camera moves to the side of him, his head facing forward.
USA, you are my real first opponent here in WZCW, and I apologize but you are not the intended target at this moment. The Ouija has given me that name, but I shall not reveal it at this time, for only at the end of this tournament will it be revealed. I am not one for chasing material possessions such as championships, but if I attain the EurAsian title at the end of all this, so be it. However USA, you speak of stopping my darkness with your light, a honorable claim I must admit, but know this, I do not carry the darkness inside me no, it is the darkness that carries me and my every move. You talk about standing up for certain values, certain ideals that you carry in your heart. I have every intention of ripping those values and ideals out of your heart, and leave nothing more than a broken shell. For you see, I do not have any morals, merely the instincts of a ravenous beast, preying on the weakened animal only to further strengthen myself, so as I may prepare for the true prey that the Ouija has pointed me towards.
He stops suddenly in front of a tree, a maddening smile crossing his face. His eyes take on a more lively look as he slowly turns towards the camera once more.
USA you have no control of your destiny. It has been written and thus it has been told to me. Your time in this tournament ends at Meltdown, but fear not, your demise has not been written yet. You should celebrate the fact that I will have but a small bit of mercy on your pathetic soul, and not become your Reaper. No, now is not the time, but I warn you that it will come soon, and it is at that point, your ideals and beliefs...they will be of no help to you. I look forward to the day the Ouija tells me your day has come, and I get to hear you scream as I deliver the agonizing pain that will cause you to submit yourself to the darkness you despise so much.
He walks up very close to the camera, lowering his head and lowering his voice to a whisper.
You wish to destroy the place I hide USA? Do you really want to find my haven? My retreat is nothing more than the place you fear most, and I would suggest you find your own place to hide. Because wherever you run or hide, there are shadows, and waiting in those shadows, will be the scythe that will ultimately end your existence in this dimension, and I will deliver you to the depths of Hell.
His eyes begin burning a bright red as his voice deepens, a darker look washing over his face.
I will deliver unto you a pain that you have never felt before. I will turn your pride into fear, and set your soul ablaze, and you will curse my name aloud, using every ounce of your being to defeat me. But you know it will be all for not, as I stand above you and your blood pooling underneath you. This is your destiny USA, there is nothing you can do to stop it, and I will take much pleasure in the fact, that I will be the one to dole out your punishment for entering combat with the darkness . I expect you to use every bit of your being to stop me, and I will relish in the knowledge that you will have exhausted all your resources, all in vain. At Meltdown USA, your initiation into the power the Ouija has instilled in me will begin. I hope you are ready.
Ty Burna steps back from the camera, reaching back and pulling his hood over his face. The people from earlier walk past him again as a cloud floats in front of the moon, darkening the surrounding area. As the camera fades, screams of terror and pain can be heard echoing throughout the park as sadistic laughter envelopes the screaming. Soon it goes silent and the transmission cuts out.
I have spent much of my time in this park, when I was a mere street urchin attempting to stave off my own demise. The daily struggles I endured are nothing now compared to the pain I was put through that one fateful night. The agony, the torture, the maiming of my skin as these marks were permanently branded on to me, as a punishment for what I did.
He stands up from the park bench, and starts walking the path inside the park. The wind picks up as leaves swirl past him, from the distance a full moon can be seen in the night time sky. The camera moves to the side of him, his head facing forward.
USA, you are my real first opponent here in WZCW, and I apologize but you are not the intended target at this moment. The Ouija has given me that name, but I shall not reveal it at this time, for only at the end of this tournament will it be revealed. I am not one for chasing material possessions such as championships, but if I attain the EurAsian title at the end of all this, so be it. However USA, you speak of stopping my darkness with your light, a honorable claim I must admit, but know this, I do not carry the darkness inside me no, it is the darkness that carries me and my every move. You talk about standing up for certain values, certain ideals that you carry in your heart. I have every intention of ripping those values and ideals out of your heart, and leave nothing more than a broken shell. For you see, I do not have any morals, merely the instincts of a ravenous beast, preying on the weakened animal only to further strengthen myself, so as I may prepare for the true prey that the Ouija has pointed me towards.
He stops suddenly in front of a tree, a maddening smile crossing his face. His eyes take on a more lively look as he slowly turns towards the camera once more.
USA you have no control of your destiny. It has been written and thus it has been told to me. Your time in this tournament ends at Meltdown, but fear not, your demise has not been written yet. You should celebrate the fact that I will have but a small bit of mercy on your pathetic soul, and not become your Reaper. No, now is not the time, but I warn you that it will come soon, and it is at that point, your ideals and beliefs...they will be of no help to you. I look forward to the day the Ouija tells me your day has come, and I get to hear you scream as I deliver the agonizing pain that will cause you to submit yourself to the darkness you despise so much.
He walks up very close to the camera, lowering his head and lowering his voice to a whisper.
You wish to destroy the place I hide USA? Do you really want to find my haven? My retreat is nothing more than the place you fear most, and I would suggest you find your own place to hide. Because wherever you run or hide, there are shadows, and waiting in those shadows, will be the scythe that will ultimately end your existence in this dimension, and I will deliver you to the depths of Hell.
His eyes begin burning a bright red as his voice deepens, a darker look washing over his face.
I will deliver unto you a pain that you have never felt before. I will turn your pride into fear, and set your soul ablaze, and you will curse my name aloud, using every ounce of your being to defeat me. But you know it will be all for not, as I stand above you and your blood pooling underneath you. This is your destiny USA, there is nothing you can do to stop it, and I will take much pleasure in the fact, that I will be the one to dole out your punishment for entering combat with the darkness . I expect you to use every bit of your being to stop me, and I will relish in the knowledge that you will have exhausted all your resources, all in vain. At Meltdown USA, your initiation into the power the Ouija has instilled in me will begin. I hope you are ready.
Ty Burna steps back from the camera, reaching back and pulling his hood over his face. The people from earlier walk past him again as a cloud floats in front of the moon, darkening the surrounding area. As the camera fades, screams of terror and pain can be heard echoing throughout the park as sadistic laughter envelopes the screaming. Soon it goes silent and the transmission cuts out.
Not exactly the 2,000+ word RP's I regularly type out now. It takes time, even now I know Showtime and I will often have grammatical and every so often spelling errors, it's a matter of taking the time to review and smooth out those errors before rushing to post up your RP. My biggest suggestion when it comes to helping your own cause is to take your time as Lee said. If you want, write your RP out, but don't rush to post it. There's no bonus points for putting your RP up first. Once you have your RP wrote, go through it, run it through Word and spell check, have someone proofread it for you, more importantly proofread it yourself.
And now I shall quit sounding like my high school English teacher and go back to brainstorming for my own RP.
Ty Burna
Getting Noticed By Management
24 1/2. Midnight in my time zone is when I close boards.
