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Post by Ben Zenith on Nov 9, 2007 15:12:40 GMT -5
Hey everyone, this is NBA play-by-play announcer Al Abert here! After a short hiatus, the NBA is back! This time, with even stiffer competition. Get ready, as a very special NBA Saturday Night SURGE will emanate from its place of birth: The Staples Center in Los Angeles, California.This is one show you really won't want to miss! Where in the world is Beverly Hyatt? Our beloved GM has suddenly gone missing. Was there foul play involved? And if so, who is behind her dissapearance? This has provoked the return of an old friend who has arrived in the NBA to get the answers needed. Will he get them, or will even more questions arise?It's Champion vs. Champion! In a non title match, the FTW World Champion Mr. Natural, squares off against the newly crowned NBA Television Champion Sean Classic, in what looks to be a "classic" confrontation."Hollywood" Eddie G. has been on a tear of late since his return to the NBA, but now he faces his greatest challenge thus far in the former NBA Television Champion, "The Oracle" Ethan Everhart. Since losing his title to Sean Classic, Ethan hasn't been in the best mood of late.In a highly anticipated match, and in what may very well be the show stealer of the night, Anthony Tarantino, Dave McIntyre & Alex Seeker will go at it in a special Three Way Dance for the vacated NBA United States Heavyweight Championship. No matter what else happens that evening, one thing is for certain, a new United States Champion will be crowned.Are you kidding me? Am I reading this right? It may be a non title affair, but that in no way diminishes the importance of this tag team showdown between the NBA World Tag Team Champions "Big Time" Bobby Money & "Maniac" Mark Mayhem, against two of the biggest names in our sport today, the NBA World Heavyweight Champion Ben Zenith & "Iron Man" Jimmy Ice. As my brother Marv Albert would say, "Yesss!"Catch it LIVE!Promo Away.
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Post by Anthony Tarantino on Nov 9, 2007 17:47:01 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with a shot of Anthony Tarantino and Matty Broccoli. Both men are dressed well and are waiting on the outside of a store. It appears to be cold because you can see the breaths each men take due to a cloud of white. After about 13 seconds Tina Tatigleone (Anthony’s girl) and another girl comes out of the store and holds the arm of Matty.*
Ant: Hey ladies, I need to excuse my language because I feel I need to speak my mind on the NBA Saturday Night Surge show. Just a few minutes before I picked my girls up I read on NBAwrestling.com that I will be in a triple threat match for the vacant United States Championship. Myself the one and only Anthony Tarantino will take on Dave McIntyre and my long time rival Alex Seeker.
Matty: Let me throw my three cents in there. Im aware you and Alex have faced about twenty times and you beating him each time, but you and Dave....Hmm, you guys have never faced off before. He has no clue what it feels to be fucked up by the Strangler. Like they say, your gonna have to learn.
Ant: Now Davey Boy, you realize your facing the best wrestler to ever step foot in a WRESTLING ring? Not just NBA, im talking about Wrestling in General. There is no one that can compete with me, no one with half the skills of me, no one with half the looks, no one with a brain like me and no one with the fucking voice like me. Like I have said before.
Matty: But you will say again.....
Ant: I am simply the fucking best there is and no one can compete with it. Not Alex Seeker, not Dave McIntyre not the world champ here......No body!
Matty: When I found out about this card I actually thought this was a little lop sided. Why are two mother fuckers with so much less talent than you even competing in a title match? Did NBA run out of good contenders? Or did they pick Alex and Dave from a hat? Maybe there all just idiots.
Ant: Yea, there probably idiots. First of all the main event is a joke. Natural and Sean Classic? Put the kids to sleep because no one wants to see a floppy old man like Natural running around the ring. So what I say about that main event is simply.......Joke. No one wants to see that crap garbage match, what the fucking people want is the fresh new faces. Fresh new faces like me over here. I should be in the main event and when I win this cheap fucking title I will be in the main event. It’s not too hard to get into main events when we look who is competing in it this week. I predict to main event the next show.
Matty: Yea, you will and if your not they must be even stupider than we thought.
Tina: Come on can we go?! It’s getting cold.
Ant: Then go in the car.
*Tina and The other girl get into the car and Matty follows and Ant walks around to the passenger side and heads in.*
Ant: Im just going to tell them this. Im the new blood of this business. Im the present, im the future. Im a superstar and facing half stars. The only bright thing about this is that I will be wrestling for a title. When I win the title I can add it to my fucking gigantic list of championships. Should I list them to the slow NBA fans?
Matty: Yea, you should.
Ant: Okay I will. First off I have won the XPW World Title, Continental Title, King Of The Cage Title, 24/7 title. The ECWF King of the death match title, the TV title. The XWA King of the Cage title, the NBWF X title. And the list goes on and fucking on!
Matty: Amazing bro. Amazing title reigns. That proves that you’re the best.
Ant: Who can combat accomplishments like that? Some jerk who calls himself the Instant Classic? The man who has one two titles in his career? A former X champ that lost his title when I kicked his ass.
Matty: Haha.
Ant: Davey Jerk? He has won a bunch of useless titles in a place where Alex Seeker would be main evening. Dave means shit, he’s a fucking idiot who has no clue what he is going to be receiving.
Matty: And it is not the US title belt.
Ant: No, it’s a fucking beat down curtsey of the one, the only, Anthony Tarantino.
Matty: So ladies, where do you want to go?
Tina: Lets go shopping.
Ant: Ehh, now all the fucking fans are gonna attack me because im the best thing anyone will see in this miserable town of Los Angeles.
Matty: So fucking true.
Ant: If anyone gets close to me im gonna knock them out.
Matty: All over the fucking mall.
Ant: Bada fucking boom. Ant is gonna wreck you.
*The scene fades out with the car driving away.*
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Post by Sean Classic on Nov 10, 2007 2:17:10 GMT -5
We cut to Sean Classic, who arrives at the Staples Center in a white Humvee Limousine. He is dressed in a white, with green, Puma jump suit, hat and matching sneakers. He is wearing dark tinted Oakley shades, and of course, he is covered in bling. The most noticeable of all his jewelry, is his NBA Television Championship belt, which rests upon his right shoulder. News reporters quickly swarm the area, as he steps out of the limo. {News Reporter}Sean, alot of people are talking about your upcoming match with the FTW World champion Mr. Natural. Do you have any words for your opponent before you meet him face to face here in the Staples center next week?Sean pauses for a moment and smiles. He removes his shades and turns to address the reporter, and her question.{Sean}Yeah, I do. But before I address him, let me address all of you. You're correct when you say that everyone is talking about this match. Not so much because of who I'm facing, but because everytime I get close to a wrestling ring, there's always something to talk about. Mr. Natural is a desperate man. He doesn't have a clue as to what he is going face on the 17th of November 2007. He isn't going to face a fan or a wanna be, hollywood celebrity. He is going to face a man who Earned his Championship. You see, unlike Natural, I'm willing to fight whoever it is I need to fight, to get everything I want to get. Natural is simply hoping that some of my greatness rubs off on him. But he is simply going to rub me the wrong way. Guys like Natural sicken me to my stomach. The only thing "Natural" about him, is how naturally stupid he is to pick a fight with me, Sean Classic.Sean quickly turns to look into another camera to address Mr. Natural. He has a sarcastic smirk on his face, as he begins to spit (rap) lyrics.{Sean}It's the NBA on NBC and television never looked so good. Honeys wanna ride me in my humvee, and Natural only wishes that he could.
It's a one on one match, as many of you probably heard. Me? I'm the greatest thing going, Natural beating me is absurd!
It's Election year, and I'm in the lead to win. To pick Natural over me, should be considered a sin.
Natural, don't pee on yourself son, I'll make it nice and quick. Hit you with a Classic Slam, and finish you off with a Classic Kick!
You want to come to my house, mentally, there's something wrong with you. Natural, you wanna f the world, Nah kid, just f you!
Now don't get all crazy on me, Chill man, don't get upset. You'll just start cussin up a storm, What's that shit you suffer from...tourettes?
Yeah, I know all about you Nate, and I can say more, no doubt. But you're a waste of my precious time So I'll see ya, cause I'm out![/center] Sean puts on his shades and walk away. The crowd of reporters continue to ask questions as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Eddie G. on Nov 11, 2007 13:17:41 GMT -5
//Image of Eddie G. vs. Ethan Everhart match card flashes by the screen.// Voice over: This is a G-films production! //Eddie G. is seen talking with his personal trainer at his private training facility. Eddie looks to have finished training and is drinking a bottle of Gatorade. Eddie asks his trainer for a moment, as he addresses the camera.// Eddie: Orale, Ethan! So you lost the NBA T.V. title to my holmes, Sean Classic? Check it out esse, you're going to lose a lot more than a belt come this Saturday at Eddie G's show...SURGE. Speaking of "show's" vato, I heard that you used to be a magician. You wanna know what's funny gringo? I actually remember catching one of your shows at Las Vegas with this fine ass chica. This same mamacita called me the other day about our upcoming match and told me she still had photos she took of your show. She faxed me a photo of the show, and just so you don't think I'm lying, check it out vato loco, I got a picture to prove it. //Eddie pulls out a photo from the pocket of his green sweat pants and shows it to the camera.// Eddie: Here it is! Picture of Ethan Everhart's magic act in Las Vegas Eddie: You know what the funny thing about this magic trick is esse? Not only did you intentionally put your head up your ass holmes, you still have it lodged up in there today. //Eddie crumbles up the picture and throws it at the camera.// Eddie: Ethan, it's time you get your head out of your ass and realize that you are stepping in the ring with the baddest vato on the block! Orale, in case you forgot, I am still Eddie G. and the "G", you strange man, still stands for Greatness! You're still crying over the NBA Television title? Holmes, I was the NBA World champion before there was even an NBA television title. But holmes, with an act like yours, you deserve to be taken out of my television screen. Hollywood says, your show has been cancelled! //Eddie G. takes a sip of his Gatorade, and just as he does, two fine ass mamacitas appear. Porn music plays in the background as they have sex. Check it out holmes, scene fades to black esse.//
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Post by Big Time on Nov 12, 2007 16:16:12 GMT -5
ooc- Eddie, you made me spit up orange juice when I saw that photo.
bic- (The scene fades in as we come back from commercial break. Bobby Money and Mark Mayhem, with Selena, are standing in the ring. They are dressed to compete and both men have an NBA world tag team championship belt strapped around their waist. Bobby snatches the microphone off the hands of ring announcer Dean Baxter.)
Bobby: Listen up good people, cause I will only be saying this once!
(The crowd reacts by booing at Bobby Money.)
Bobby: Shut up and let me talk! I'm the superstar here, and you're just the audience. I'm the participator and you're all spectators. Now you all stay in your seats like nice little puppets while the Tag Champs talk okay?
(The boos increasingly grow louder with each spoken word. Mayhem looks at the crowd with a look of disdain on his face.)
Bobby: Good! Now let me address the two biggest pieces of crap to walk God's green earth, Ben Zenith and Jimmy Ice!
(Though the crowd dissaproves of the name calling, they pop at the mention of the names of their heroes.)
Bobby: Yeah, yeah, get over it! Ben, not too long ago I issued you a challenge for the NBA World title. How did you respond to this challenge? By getting Jimmy Ice as your tag partner? You big freaking coward! Not only did you not have the set to face me one on one, but you were stupid enough to believe that you would have some sort of advantage over me and my partner by making this a tag match. You dim-witted dinosaur, did you think that this would be a problem for the NBA tag team champions? It looks like sleeping with underage tramps like Missy's sister has effected your way of thinking. You need to make up your mind Ben. Do you want old pussy or young pussy? Do you want Miss Hyatt or Meggan? I could pass the time by calling the women in your life tramps, but why would I, when you're the biggest whore of them all?
(Bobby laughs out loud as the crowd continues to berate him.)
Bobby: Jimmy Ice...
(The crowd pops at the mention of his name.)
Bobby: Jimmy, you has been, never will be! You want to come in here and start at the top like every other newcomer that comes out of the ECWF or XPW. I never really cared about you or your so called "legacy." Bah! Everybody wants to be legend here, but nobody wants to pay their dues or start at the bottom. I don't give a shit if you are Missy's bitch Jimmy, but because you are, I am going to bitch slap you to victory. You are as legendary as a broken down buick. Al Albert may cum in his pants at the sight of you, but to me and....well, really everybody else in here....
(The crowd boos in disagreement.)
Bobby: ....you-are-a-nobody! You see Jimmy, I've been here since day one! I paid my dues as a manager, a color commentator, and as a professional wrestler. While others, like Missy, have gotten by shaking their scrawny little asses and having lesbian three ways with Beverly Hyatt and Hannah Harper. When people like Mr. Natural and Eddie G. would dissapear, guess who was the glue that held this ship together? That's right, you out-dated milk carton, Me! Don't you ever, ever, dare assume to be my better or my equal, because it's going to take a lot more than your out-dated cliches, your sexual fantasy of seeing Dwayne Johnson's cock, and your little bitch ass remarks, to overtake Bobby Money and Mark Mayhem. And that, you can take to the bank!
(Bobby Money passes the mic to Mark Mayhem.)
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Post by Maniac Mark on Nov 12, 2007 16:20:01 GMT -5
(Bobby Money has just passed the mic to Mark Mayhem. The crowd looks on in complete dissaproval of the comments issued by Bobby Money, and now await to hear from the seven foot behemoth, Mark Mayhem. Selena stands by her man in her usual sexy attire.)
Mark Mayhem: Don't worry Jimmy, we'll make your stay here, short and painful. but unlike my partner here, I don't mind the fact that you are in the NBA, because it gives me another body to pound on. But speaking about things you can bank on, Jimmy, if you mess with me, I'll make you more than just famous, I'll make you a memory, boy! But enough talk about you, we're making you more important than you really are.
(The crowd begins to chant Iron Man's name. Mayhem, Money and Selena have an unimpressed look on their faces.)
Mayhem: Who in the blue hell is Iron Man? Oh wait, it doesn't matter who he is! Ha!
(The Crowd boos as Bobby Money and Selena laugh with approval and support of Mark Mayhem's comments.)
Mayhem: Ben, I could care less about you too. You are just as over rated as this Ironman. But Benji, you have something I also want. And like the good little dog that you are, you will hand it to me, or I will take it from you by force! Either way, it won't be too long when you see a World title around my waist.
(Selena looks on in support of her man and begins to applaud.)
Mayhem: Zenith, on the 17th of November, you are going to know what real pain is. I don't feel the least bit sorry for you. Now you and your girlfriend Jimmy Ice can come on here later and talk all the "smack" you want. But what I'm telling you isn't "smack," it's the truth, son. I wrestle for a living, but I beat people up for pleasure. Ben, you can get all the tag team partners you want. You can go to the other organizations and see who has your back. Hell, you can get that over-rated bag of wind Venom, or maybe that comedian Kenua, or maybe you can see if that retard Eddie G. will tag up with you again. It makes no difference to me, because the end result will always be the same. Mark Mayhem and Bobby Money will come out the victors, and you'll just barely survive, and that's if we let you.
(The crowd begins to chant Ben Zenith's name.)
Mayhem: Missy, Meggan, don't you even think about getting involved in our match, because women's champion, or no women's champion, you are no match for Selena Missy. Like myself, Selena will feel no remorse about the pain she will inflict upon you! You can take it as a threat, or you can take it as a warning, but when it comes from my mouth, you know it's a promise.
(Mayhem tosses the mic over to Ring Announcer Dean Baxter as Mayhem's theme music hits. The NBA Tag champions raise their belts as the crowd boos them. They continue to taunt the crowd as the scene fades to black.)
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Post by Jimmy Ice on Nov 12, 2007 19:27:55 GMT -5
**The scene opens up on Jimmy Ice. He’s finished getting dressed and is ready to walk out the door. As he reaches the front door, dressed in a white T-Shirt, dark denim jeans and Nike shoes with Oakley’s perched on his head, he turns and smiles into the camera.**
“A guy gets up in the morning, checks the TV and what does he find? Two misfits, with their dog and tag titles standing in a ring and making some pretty childish digs at Ben Zenith and myself. Now I know it sucks to be the Tag Champs and no one cares, but really, was all of that necessary?”
**Jimmy shakes his head as he checks a text from Missy on his cell. He smiles and punches in a quick reply, letting her know he is on the way to see them.**
“Sorry guys, don’t mean to be rude. We’re meeting some friends who I know you guys would be familiar with. So now . . . Bobby Money, a Legend in his own pants. Let’s look at the verbal train wreck you threw our way for a sec shall we? There’s a reason guys like you have to pay their dues Bobby. It’s because you suck. Guys like myself, Ben Zenith . . . we’re the type that people recognize as instantly Great. Its not uncommon for a couple of nobodies like you to be jealous of the team you’re facing. But Bro, you got to admit, there’s something more than a little sad when you tote around your tag belts, bitching at the world about the man who just came into the NBA and eclipsed you without lifting a finger. What do you think that means Bobby? It means you and your sad ass partner don’t really amount to a whole lot do you? I can tell you why Ben turned you down for a title shot without even asking him. The fact is, a man gets a tag belt and suddenly he thinks he’s owed the top spot in the company. Not so Bobby. According to your logic, you still have dues to pay. But don’t blame Ben and me for your shortcomings Bro . . . its just unprofessional. You know Bobby, I thought coming here was going to be almost like a homecoming. So many friends in the NBA and yet you and your so called partner have this automatic hate, this robotic grudge just because you see your names opposite mine on the card. You may hate Ben and apparently, you hate me. That’s fine. Its normal to hate your superiors. But don’t stand there and try to throw the book at us because you’re pissed off about your upcoming loss. Such is life boys. But you’d be wise to keep your mouth closed about people in this company. Look its not that I feel the need to defend Missy here . . . its quite clear that judging from what I’ve seen from the two of you, she can handle you any day of the week. You don’t like how things run? Quit. It’d at least leave you a little more credibility than standing in the middle of the ring, bitching to the fans who don’t give a rip about either of you anyway. See what I’m saying?”
**Suddenly Jimmy’s face goes completely stone serious. He walks up to the camera, eyes wide and stares hard.**
“My name . . . is Mark Mayhem. I’m a 7 foot pile of crap. I need bodies to pound. I’ll make you a memory . . . who are you again? **Jimmy steps back shaking his head** Wake up to yourself you idiot. You obviously never get out much or you wouldn’t have been so quick to open your mouth. Thing is Mark, you come off like you’re Big Billy Badass, but I feel sorry for you Bro. I feel sorry for the fact that what you call wrestling for a living really is nothing more than a mediocre show at best. You beat people up for pleasure? Spare me . . . how much more cliché can you get? Any retard can come in to a ring, dress in black and call themselves a badass and CLAIM to be the roster’s worse nightmare. But you gotta step up man. You need to show a set. If I had a dime for every guy that stepped up to me and had nothing to say and even less to back it up in the ring, hell, I’d have more than your careers are worth, that’s for damn sure. Its so sad to see to grown men in the ring, talking themselves up so hard. It really doesn’t do much for your rep or your credibility to have to constantly TELL the world how good you are. Why don’t you let the titles speak for themselves? Tag Titles are a great accomplishment. I give you that. But you really take away from them when chumps like you can’t get past themselves. Its like giving rookies a clinic of how not to be. Nice work boys.”
**Jimmy grabs his coat as he heads for the door. He stops and turns around, flipping his keys.**
“And please, Selena? Don’t tell me you honestly think she compares to Missy or Meggan. You might think she has the advantage because she’s a little . . . on the heavy side . . . I mean come on Selena, a little more gym time and a little less Taco Bell right? Right. Trust me though, at the end of the day, just because she outweighs Missy and Meggan together doesn’t make her a force to be reckoned with. I know, some say its tasteless to go after someone else’s woman like that. I really am a gentlemen. But when you say the things you said about Missy and Meggan, well, sorry Selena, but they just made you fair game. Don’t you go cheating on the workouts now. **Makes a motion with his hand like he’s reaching down to get food and bringing it up to his mouth** All the way down, and all the way up. Just like the taco basket you polished off. Gotta run guys. I got people to see.”
**With that, Jimmy winks as he drops his sunglasses down onto his eyes and turns and walks out, shutting the door as the scene fades out.**
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Post by Super Girl on Nov 13, 2007 0:14:40 GMT -5
*The scene cuts to Missy who has a smile on her face, as she has just received a text from her man Jimmy Ice. He has just left her hotel room. Meggan is seen waiting outside with Ben Zenith. She is dressed casually in her blue jeans and pink top. She eyes the NBA Camera spying on her.*
Missy: Hey, I guess you want to know what my reaction is right? *Missy sighs* It's no mystery that me and Bobby are not the best of friends. The same goes for Mayhem and his poor excuse of an NBA Hottie. This is the third time, Maniac, that you claim that Selena is somehow superior to me. As the saying goes boys, "three strikes and your out." Now it would have been great if this was a three on three inter gender match, but Selena would need to be a real female in order for that to happen. But I have a better idea Selena. If you are as bad as your man says you are, I'm right here. Now boys, if you want to talk about me, that's just fine, but when you talk about my sister Meggan, than you're talking about my family, and that's when I make things personal. So it's time to put up or shut up Mark. If that fat cow of yours wants a piece of me, tell your mute girlfriend to meet me in the ring. As for you two, I don't need to get involved in any of my mans matches, but when he needs me to be, I always have his back. Jimmy and Ben are more than capable of beating the likes of you two. They are multiple world champions. Without saying a word, their resume alone would knock any of your claims to greatness out the box. Bobby, you call yourself a "superstar"? You don't have any idea what that means. Just be glad that you are going to be in the same ring with a true superstar. So now that we got that mess cleared up, I have pressing matters to attend to.
*Missy winks and kisses at the camera as she puts on her shades. She proceeds to walk out of the hotel and greets her sister with a hug. The scene fades out.*
(ooc) Just felt like I should contribute a little something something.
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Post by Ethan Everhart on Nov 13, 2007 13:19:21 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The scene opens with Ethan Everhart in his limousine sitting alongside his manager Ian Mason. The two men are dressed extremely sharp and are drinking expensive wine. They are also joined by several beautiful women, as The Eddie G. promo flashes by a monitor in the back of the limo. An NBA Cameraman has been asked to join Everhart and Mason along for the ride. [/glow] Ethan: Seriously Eddie, there must be something in the gatorade. You cannot pull a fast one on a magician. We all know that the picture you provided are photos of you getting off in some strange and twisted fetish that you're into. Ian: And what about those women he constantly has sex with? I nearly threw up at the sight of those hellacious monsters.Ethan: Yeah, let's freeze frame the video to when one of those two digusting freakazons attack Eddie G.[/color] Ethan: You call that sex Eddie? I think she actually ate you in this picture. Ian: Hahahaha!Ethan: Now that's a dissapearing act Eddie![glow=red,2,300]Ian and the ladies cannot contain their laughter, as even the driver and camera man begin to snicker. [/glow] Ethan: You want to be a comedian Eddie? Go to a comedy club. You want to be a movie star for those B movies you star in? Then I suggest you pack your bags and leave the wrestling business. Don't pretend you know what I'm all about jack, because it's clear to me that you don't even know what you're about. Go write another parody and leave the NBA while you still have some dignity intact. You want to talk about a magic act? That would be the peformance of a lifetime to see you gone from this place. You're a former World Champion Eddie, and look at you. You will never again reach the top spot. But as for me Eddie, I am just getting started. My show has been cancelled? I don't think so Hollywood. The Oracle says, your wrestling career has been cancelled.[glow=red,2,300]The scene fades out with Ethan and Ian putting their arms around the ladies and driving away past a broken down sign that says Hollywood.[/glow]
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Post by Ben Zenith on Nov 13, 2007 14:11:44 GMT -5
(ooc) Okay Jimmy, Missy, I'm going to work with what you've given me. By the way everyone, very, very good promos. Except for about three others, I think everyone has rp'd and I am being entertained by what I read ;D Keep it up.
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Post by Ben Zenith on Nov 13, 2007 16:14:18 GMT -5
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**The scene opens with Ben Zenith and Meggan Monroe awaiting outside the historic Millenium Biltmore Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. Just minutes away from the Staples Center, Ben and Meggan are waiting for Jimmy Ice and Missy Monroe to arrive. It is still day time, and Ben is dressed in his casual beige Timberland twill slacks and brown sandals. He is wearing a white button down Sean John shirt and an expensive Oakley sunglasses that were given to him as a gift by Missy and Jimmy. Meggan is wearing a light blue t-shirt with the words "princess' written on the front, a dark blue low-cut denim mini skirt, white puma sneakers and Versace sunglasses. An NBA Video Camera spots them as they wait discreetly outside the hotel, in front of a rented black rolls royce limo. At first glance, they appear to be holding hands until the video camera zooms in and reveals otherwise. Ben Zenith spots the camera, removes his sunglasses and responds to the latest Money/Mayhem promo**[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]Ben:[/glow] Bobby boy, you call yourself BIG TIME? It looks to me like after that desperate attempt at getting my attention, they should be calling you a Big Time Cry Baby. Or maybe, after this Saturday, a Big Time Loser. I couldn't have said it better than my partner for this upcoming Saturday Night Surge, Jimmy Ice. The reason you haven't been given a shot at the NBA Championship is because the NBA Committee Board knows that you DON'T deserve it. You see, there's a difference between BEING great, and SAYING your great. Guys like me and Jimmy don't need to remind people every thirty seconds like yourself Bob. If you feel the need to always say your a SUPERSTAR, then maybe the only person you are trying to convince is yourself. When I came to the NBA, I won the title on the first night. You've been here since day one, and you're over here bragging about being one half of the Tag team Champs? [glow=black,2,300]**Ben and Meggan laugh sarcastically**[/glow] Bob, keep paying your dues, and when you're ready, I'll be waiting.
[glow=black,2,300]Meggan:[/glow] I don't mean to interrupt sweety, but what about his partner, what's his name?
[glow=black,2,300]Ben:[/glow] Oh yeah, thanks Doll face, I almost forgot about that 7 foot nobody.
[glow=black,2,300]Meggan: [/glow]Oh, your welcome.
[glow=black,2,300]Ben:[/glow] Like Jimmy, I consider myself a gentlemen. I don't like to offend women, But Mark, since you started this mess, your little dragon queen is fair game indeed. Marky Mark, you and that thing you call a girlfriend are more than welcome to try something. Missy and Meggan are two of the toughest ladies I know. Mark, whatever happened to that old partner of yours, the Canadian Monster Rage? Oh, that's right, MISSY retired him! So don't think for a second that Godzilla over there is going to have any effect on the outcome of our match. Hell, Jimmy and I can sit this one out and watch the Monroe sisters kick your tag team championship asses all up and down the Staples Center this Saturday night if we wanted to. But that would take the satisfaction out of doing it ourselves. And Mark, you talk about another BODY to pound on, you sick freak? Go pound on yourself! Neither Jimmy or myself roll that way.
[glow=black,2,300]**Missy comes out to greet her sister with a hug, as Ben walks closer to the camera with an intense look on his eyes**[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]Ben:[/glow] Boys, you can stand in the middle of that ring and rant and rave like the two little bitches that you are, but just make sure you bring that same intensity on Surge this Saturday. Make SURE you bring your A game boys, because Iron Man Jimmy Ice and Ben Zenith are coming to make an IMPACT in the Staples Center, at the birth place of NBA Wrestling. At the place where I first became a World Champion, and where Iron Man Jimmy Ice will redebut and show you two clowns how real superstars get it done in the ring!
[glow=black,2,300]**The scene fades out with Ben putting on his sunglasses and turning to Missy and Meggan with a grin on his face**[/glow]
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Post by Anthony Tarantino on Nov 13, 2007 17:30:23 GMT -5
*We see a shot of Anthony Tarantino sitting in front of a crowd of people. He is being interviewed due to his NBA match.*
Ant: Can we start this shit?
IV: Yes, here is the first question..... Why did you come to the NBA?
Ant: Why did I come to NBA? I want to expand my horizons plus I see all these legends that need to be beaten.
IV: Are you surprised that you are getting a title shot in your first match?
Ant: Hell no. I expected it. How can some one with my calabur not have a title match?
IV: Hmm, well do you think you stand a chance against your opponents?
Ant: I exceed the limits my opponents posses. Im a far more superior wrestler to the likes of Alexander Seeker. As far as Dave McIntyre goes....sure he is a tough man but is he as tough as the Mobster? Is he nearly as good looking? Does he have a hot chick like me? No, he’s a loser. No broad wants him, he is ugly and he cant quite wrestle like me. That goes for everyone.
IV: A lot of people say you have a very cocky attitude. What do you say to them?
Ant: Correct.
IV: Excuse me?
Ant: Im cocky because I earn everything and I know I can take on...and beat any man in this company. Dave and Alex are just match number one, just test number one.
IV: What do you think of the competition available in the NBA?
Ant: Good mix of wrestlers. Lot of low carders, lot of mid carders, few main event calabur superstars. Then there is me....all the way at the top with no one close. Im king of the castle.
IV: Who do you feel is your biggest threat.
Ant: NO ONE.
IV: Anyone want to ask a question to him?
*Many people call out and raise there hands. Camera are seen flashing.*
Ant: Fuck these people.
*Ant walks away as the scene fades to black.*
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Post by Mr. Natural on Nov 14, 2007 0:53:28 GMT -5
**The scene opens up at an FTW House show inside the Hartford Civic Center, in Hartford, Conneticut. Gwen Diamond is standing in the middle of the ring with the microphone inher hand, wearing next to nothing, in her white laced lingerie-like mini-dress and diamond studded neclace.** Gwen: Get your STUPID MOTHERF**KING ASSES UP, You disrespectful pricks!!! And help me welcome the best thing going today, the one true MESSIAH OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!! That's right, it's the ONE AND ONLY, MR. NATURAL!!! **The boos rain down on the arena, as the lights dim and the strobe lights flash on and off in the arena. The fans begin to throw debris into the ring area. Internationally Known by Supernatural nearly drowns out the boos as it plays loudly in the arena. Natural is seen in a silhouette behind a white screen. The FTW Dancers are dancing on the sides of the ring and on cue they point towards Natural as the screen goes up. Mr. Natural walks down the entrance ramp alongside his pet white lion named "Death", who roars at the crowd. He is dressed in his usual wrestling attire, except his trademark t-shirt. He hands the lion to a trainer and enters the ring. Announcers Al Albert & Mr. Entertainment Seth Jordan are at ring side.** Al: What's this about? Mr. Natural wasn't scheduled to be here tonight Seth. Seth: What's wrong with you Al? Mr. Natural can go wherever he damn well pleases, and that's Mr. Entertainment to you, numb nuts! Al: Well be that as it may, Natural has the microphone in his hands. Let's see what he has to say. **Gwen hands him the mic, and a black t-shirt as he slaps her in the ass. She smiles as she leaves the ring. Natural climbs up the second rope and addresses the crowd.** Natural: Welcome you SONS OF BITCHES TO THE HOUSE THAT NATURAL BUILT!!! I am YOUR MOTHERF**KING KING on this journey of life. I AM the man you love to hate!! I AM the man that on the NEXT F**KIN SURGE, WILL SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF A WANNA BE BY THE NAME OF SEAN ASSCLOWN!!! Do you believe this poser wants to be in the same ring as the Messiah of Wrestling? I SAID, DO YOU MOTHERF**ING BELIEVE THAT THIS TWAT FACED LOOKIN BASTARD WANTS TO BE IN THE F**KING RING WITH MEEEE!! ?!!! **The Crowd is filled anger as they continue to hurl debris in the ring. A soda bottle hits Al Albert in the back of the head.** Al: AAAGGHH!!! Seth: Stop crying you wussie! Natural: Tonight, I'm going to show everyone why Sean Classic doesn't belong in the same ring with me. Tonight I've invited a bigger star than he is to face me one on one for MY F**KING FTW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!! Ladies and asswipes, help me welcome the former star of Jackass, and the current star of his own show called Dr. Steve-O, Steve-O!!! **The fans cheer as the Dr. Steve-O theme song plays. Steve-O runs to the ring with no shirt on and only wearing a pair of black jeans and gray sneaux sneakers. He begins to shake the ropes like the Ultimate Warrior and does a Spinarooni.** Al: Is this guy suicidal? Seth: Al, you can learn something from Steve-O. He's here to dewussify america, and you're the biggest wuss I know. Natural: Steve-O, you SON OF A BITCH, how you doin? Listen you little f**k, I've got to hand it to you, you've got balls! Steve-O: Yeah!! Rock-n-Roll baby!! Mr. Natural, I'm not afraid of you. I've been in the ring with Umaga and I took his best shot. And you know what? Natural: WHAT? Steve-O: Look what I can do!! **Steve-O climbs the turnbuckles and does a complete back flip landing on his feet. The crowd cheers on as Mr. Natural simply grins sarcastically.** Natural: HOW F**KING CUTE!!! Well, check it out Monkey breath. I got a gift for you. Steve-O: Holy crap! For real? **Natural opens up the black t-shirt given to him earlier by Gwen, revealing the words "Steve-O.....TODAY YOU DIE!!!" & on the back of the shirt it says, "COURTESY OF MR. NATURAL". Just as he shows him the shirt, he throws it Steve-O's face, drops the mic and follows with a head butt that busts Steve-O wide open above his right eye.** Al & Seth: OH SHIT!!!!! Seth: Damn son, he's bleeding like a stuffed pig! HAHAHA!!! This shit is hilarious!!! **The bell sounds as the referee enters the ring. Mr. Natural drags Steve-O's seemingly lifeless corpse to the corner and hits him with the Natural Beatdown combined with Muay Thai Knee Thrusts.** Al: COME ON!!!! REF JUST AWARD THE MATCH TO NATURAL ALREADY!!! Seth: HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! Al: Will you stop that!?! **Natural drags Steve-O by the hair to the center of the ring. Blood continues to flow from the head and face of Steve-O as he is unconscious. The crowd is in disbelief and are wondering why the referee has not stopped the match.** Al: This has just gone terribly wrong! **Natural hits Steve-O with the Force of Nature** Seth: DAMN I LOVE THAT MOVE!!! **Natural pins Steve-O with his pinky.** 1... 2... 3!!! Al: GET A MEDIC QUICK!!! STEVE-O IS DEAD!!!! Seth: No he isn't, just in a coma. HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! Al: Will you please stop that!!! !!! You sound like a damn hyena!!!! Gwen: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL THE MOTHERF**KING FTW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...MR. NATURAALLL!!!!! Seth: What an angelic voice! **Mr. Natural grabs Gwen and begins to tongue her. He grabs the mic and pushes her aside.** Natural: SEAN!!! SEE THAT?? This guy was a bigger star than you, and he was NO F**KING MATCH FOR ME!!!! SEAN CLASSIC, YOU CLASSLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!! YOU VAGINA LOOKING CUNT FACE MOTHERF**KER, get ready for the same fate!!! Cause when we meet on SURGE, Your career will be NATURALLY OVER!!! **Natural throws the mic to the crowd and hits a fan in the eye. The crowds hate for Natural is evident as they continue to boo and throw debris while Natural deflects the objects thrown at him. The scene fades out as we see Natural cursing to the crowd.** In Memory of Steve-O
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Post by Mr. Natural on Nov 14, 2007 0:54:57 GMT -5
(ooc) Okay Jimmy, Missy, I'm going to work with what you've given me. By the way everyone, very, very good promos. Except for about three others, I think everyone has rp'd and I am being entertained by what I read ;D Keep it up. OOC - Now there's only two.
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Post by Jimmy Ice on Nov 14, 2007 6:31:31 GMT -5
I missed you Naitch lol
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