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| Ed-ETV Season 2, Episode 4!; Back to our roots! | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 07:02 PM (115 Views) | |
| Eddie_Rowan | Dec 17 2009, 07:02 PM Post #1 |
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“Hey guys, come check this out!” Eddie sits behind a computer, the view from straight ahead of him, as if being watched through the eye of a web-cam. The surroundings are that of his usual unkempt residence, cluttered but not repulsive. From the vantage we can see that he seems a bit more cleaned up than usual, with his beard cut short and trimmed. He wears a CZW baseball cap and a vintage Megadeth shirt from the ‘So Far So Good…So What!’ album. From the side appear Mike Monroe, Brian Blaze, and Bryan McNally, all similarly dressed in casual attires as well as wearing expressions of curiosity ranging from mild indifference to eagerness. Using the mouse, Eddie clicks on something on his browser. -Eddie- “Behold!” http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/6aQYxkELEXESey9u The scene cuts back to the group on occasion, as all of them seem to be getting a good laugh from the silly video. Brian Blaze nearly doubles over as the on-screen version of his Disasterpiece partner comes out as a shrill squeak. We return to the video and back to the group again a couple more times, and as the video finally comes to a close, we transition back to the main group once more. Only this time, Mike backs away slowly with an awkward grin on his face, and Brian shrinks back just a bit, trying desperately to contain his laughter. McNally simply watches in amusement, and only Eddie laughs heartily, completely unaware of the large figure that has silently emerged beside him. Mortius looks on, face stoic and unamused as ever, his arms folded across his chest. -Eddie- “Oh, MAN! That is so frickin’ hilarious! Who wants to watch it agai-…” Eddie looks up at the monster standing at his side, dressed in black pants and purple hoodie. Mortius looks down to Eddie and stares at him mirthlessly. Chewing on his lip a moment, Eddie glances at the camera and then back up to Mortius. -Mortius- “What the hell is that?” After a long pause, Eddie simply shrugs. -Eddie- “…it’s…” We re-open into the living room area with all six members of Beautiful Agony hanging out. Mike, Eddie, Tatum, and BB are jamming on Rock Band 2 playing drums, guitar, vocals, and bass respectively. McNally glances up from time to time with passing interest, focusing mostly on a spiral notebook, scrawling down a lengthy work of poetry. Mortius sits a bit more distantly, yet still close enough that he could still be considered to be ‘included’ in the group, watching the game with relative disinterest. The ‘band’ finishes up their version of REM’s “Orange Crush” and, as usual, nets a five-star score, accompanied by the usual celebration of hooting, cheering, and high-fives, as well as one of BB’s self-frisking dances. Suddenly, a muffled beeping sound is heard and everyone checks their phones. -Eddie- “It’s mine. I just…” His expression suddenly darkens. A look of shock and disbelief crosses his features as his eyes move over the text. -Mike- “What’s up, man?” Shaking his head, Eddie passes the phone to Mike, the rest of the group hovering over him to read the screen. ‘I never want to see u again! If u evr call again im calling the cops! We r OVER! Go2HELL!!!11!!’ The gang looks sympathetically up at Eddie who stands with his hands resting on his game peripheral, a dejected look on his face, shaking his head. -Tatum- “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry…” -BB- “Yeah, that’s rough, man. But…hey, it’ll be cool.” Inhaling with a sniffle, Eddie only nods at the words of encouragement from his friends. -Mike- “…wait, I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone…” -Eddie- “…yeah. I wasn’t.” A hush falls over the group as one by one, confused looks fall over them. -Tatum- “…so….who was that, then?” -Eddie- “No idea, they had the wrong number.” Again, a long, awkward silence ensues before, as one, the group bursts into laughter, with even Mortius cracking a grin. The scene transitions to what appears to be a live wrestling event. The ring sits in what appears to be a gymnasium of some sort, bleachers on either side as well as a pair of basketball hoops on either side of the court. Fans are seated in the bleachers as well as in metal folding chairs around the ring, and it is very apparent that this is an independent wrestling promotion. The view is being taken in from behind a curtain, the show apparently not having started yet. A small crowd is slowly filtering in and taking their seats. The camera spins and Eddie is seen, apparently holding the camera directed now upon himself. -Eddie- “One of the best things about this new schedule in the CZ-Dub is the time it leaves us free to work in other independent promotions. Today were here at an event for one of the federations I started in, the MPWA, based out of Detroit, Michigan. We’ve been invited to take part in the main event of tonight’s show, which is great. Brings me back to my roots and gives us a chance to compete in a more casual, personal setting. Tonight it’s me, BB, and McNally going against a team of three mask-wearing wrestlers called ‘the Masked Condors.’ Cool guys. I worked with them under their other ‘identities’ back in the day. This should be a lot of fun!” The view switches to an only slightly better camera view, focusing on the ring. Three masked wrestlers pose inside the ring, the Detroit crowd booing them with surprising volume for such a small gathering. A portly ring announcer stands in the center of the ring as the trio’s generic rap-core song fades away. -Announcer- “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first in this six-man tag-team mach, the team of ‘the Masked Condors!’ MC Squared MC Hammer, and Young MC!” Mostly boos as well as not a few fits of laughter greet the team in response, though the Masked Condors attempt to brush it off with a tough-guy heel act. “Simple Survival” by Mushroomhead plays and the small crowd instantly bursts into cheers and jumps to their feet, clapping as Team BA, with Brian Blaze at the forefront emerge from the tunnel behind the flimsy curtain. Blaze immediately starts strutting his stuff as he makes it to ringside, followed in tow by Eddie who comes out high-fiving the horde of kids that get to the guard-rail. Finally, out stalks McNally, smirking to the crowd but stalking straight towards the ring. He regards an extremely persistent kid in the front row with a bemused grin, the 10 year old stretching his arm out over the railing, eyes full of hope. Almost in spite of himself, McNally gives the kid’s hand a casual high-five before he heads up the ring steps. Eddie and Blaze both slide into the ring on either side and the three of them appeal to the crowd a bit more, soaking in the reaction which, again, seems to be quite the ovation considering the small scale of the audience. -Announcer- “And their opponents, representing BEAUTIFUL AGONY, ‘Mr. Entertainment,’ Brian Blaze, ‘Rated E for Everyone,’ Eddie Rowan, and ‘the Ripper,’ Bryan McNally!!” The crowd cheers loudly, as BA pose a bit more before finally Eddie and McNally take their places on the ring apron, leaving Blaze to start out against MC Squared. They lock up and Blaze quickly takes control, locking MC Squared in a standing side headlock. -BB- “SIDE-HEADLOCK!!” The crowd laughs at Blaze’s narration of his own match, however the MC pulls him back by the hair and whips him from the ropes to the far side, shoulder-blocking him to the ground. He runs over and Blaze hops up, hip-tossing his opponent to the ground. MC Squared then hops up and hip-tosses Blaze! Blaze then back to his feet with a hip-toss of his own! And then the MC with a hip-toss! The exchange goes on for about five or six more times when suddenly both men stand slowly and wobble to their respective corners, tagging in MC Hammer and Eddie Rowan respectively. Both men charge at eachother and Eddie baseball slides under a big clothesline, hopping up and taking the bigger man down with a dropkick. -Eddie- “STANDING DROP-KICK!!” Again, the crowd laughs. Eddie lifts Hammer up and drags him to BA’s corner with a front-facelock, allowing McNally to tag in. The big man hits MC Hammer with a punch to the ribs and then a couple more shots to the back as Eddie exits the ring. McNally whips his opponent into the neutral corner with such force that he comes bouncing out, and then levels him with a fierce European uppercut. -Eddie and BB, simultaneously- “EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!” McNally puts his hands on his hips and stares at his partners who are laughing along with the crowd, then just grins and shakes his head, unable to keep a straight face. He picks the opponent up and PLANTS him back down with a brutal Second City Savior! The crowd cheers as McNally makes the cover, getting a two-count before the other MC’s run in for the save. Eddie and Blaze enter and we have a free-for-all! Young MC takes Blaze down with a superkick and then quickly ascends the top turnbuckle, but Eddie whips MC Squared into the corner, causing him to knock his own partner down, crotching him! As Squared bounces out of the corner, Eddie scoops him up into a fireman’s carry and then drills him to the mat with the EVD, as several of the fans in attendance let out a loud ‘BOUCHE!’ Blaze has quickly recovered and he hops up to the second turnbuckle, grabbing Young MC before he has a chance to reorient himself. He hooks him and FLIES off the ropes with Quality Entertainment! The gathered crowd is reaching a fever pitch as McNally punches away on the final opponent, glancing over his shoulder to Eddie and then whipping the man towards him. Immediately, McNally hits the near ropes. Eddie quickly scoops up the running opponent and drops him with an inverted atomic drop, quickly transitioning to a reverse STO position. McNally lunges forth with momentum, driving a bicycle kick to the back of the opponent’s skull, the force knocking him forward while Eddie falls back with a reverse STO, the tandem move causing the fans to mark out excitedly! McNally drops down and makes the cover by planting both palms on the unconscious Masked Condor’s chest, and Eddie and Blaze pose over them as the three count is made! The fans are ecstatic! ‘Simple Survival’ plays again and Team BA celebrates a bit more, leaving the ring to interact with the fans a bit before re-entering the ring. Eddie is handed a mic and he waves, preparing to address the crowd. -Eddie- “DETROIT! Thank you guys for having us and showing us such courtesy! It’s been too long since I’ve been in a MPWA ring, and not only was it a great privilege to return, but I was happy to bring along a couple friends for the ride! Now, you know we make our ‘home’ in the CZW ring, but that doesn’t mean that this was a one-time deal. You’ll be seeing a lot more of Eddie Rowan in the months to come, because this is where the real heart of wrestling is. It’s not in huge sold-out arenas with fancy pyros and lights. It’s here in the gyms and the bingo-halls, up-close and personal!” The fans react with applause and cheers, and even several of the indy competitors have emerged from the locker room to watch. -Eddie- “I promise you guys that I’ll be back around before you know it, but in the mean time, you keep living the dream! BOUCHE!!” The fans clap and cheer again as BA’s theme hits. The rest of the wrestlers head to the ring to shake hands with them as well as the fans, mingling with the small crowd as a show of respect. Again the scene changes and we’re outside in the parking lot of the university gymnasium. Eddie and McNally, both dressed in casual clothes toss their gym-bags into the trunk of Eddie’s car, and McNally barely steps out of the way of Blaze’s flying bag as he tosses it into the trunk from 10 paces away. -BB- “SWISSSSSSSSSSSHHH!” McNally rolls his eyes as he and Blaze enter the car on the passenger side. -BB- “Shotgun!” McNally just stares at him, holding the front seat up so that Blaze can access the back seat. -BB- “…or not.” McNally cracks a grin as Blaze dejectedly slips into the back seat. As Eddie closes the trunk he catches sight of CZW’s own Jenny Jacobs approaching, recording device at the ready. -Eddie- “Jenny.” -Jenny Jacobs- “Hey there. Good show, I have to say. Pretty impressive crowd.” -Eddie- “Yeah, it’s been a while for me, but things don’t seem to have changed much here.” -Jenny Jacobs- “Well, you handled yourselves quite well in that exhibition. I was wondering if-“ -Eddie- “C’mon, Jenny, it’s obvious why you’re here. My thoughts on Overdrive? Gladly.” Jenny only smirks at the interruption, neither person acting outwardly offensive or rude to the other. -Jenny Jacobs- “Alright, then. This week you face off against ‘the Phoenix,’ Mike King. What kind of shape are you in after your last two matches, which essentially saw you win while not even fully conscious.” -Eddie- “That’s right, Jenny, you said it. I’m winning matches in my sleep now! You know, with Mayo, he MIGHT have had me before Mr. Crass jumped in. No way to tell now.” -Jenny Jacobs- “Speaking of Andrew Clash, it seemed pretty clear that he had you soundly defeated on the last episode of Overdrive.” Eddie only grins his usual, carefree grin. -Eddie- “It was that clear, eh? Well, let me hypothesize something for you Jenny. Nobody can deny that Clash has some skill and tenacity in the ring. He’s pretty relentless, but therein lies his weakness. He’s one-dimensional. This game we play is a physical sport, yeah, but it’s only 50% physical. The other half is all in the mental game, and sadly, he’s missing quite a few pieces from that one. Maybe it looked like Clash had me beat because that’s what we wanted him to think, making it oh-so-easy for Mayo to give him his just desserts, hm?” -Jenny Jacobs- “So you’re saying…” -Eddie- “All I’m saying is that not everything is as it appears, doll. I mean, I was able to stand up and execute the death-defying maneuver that was voted as CZW's best signature move, wasn't I? Not everything is as it appears. Take Mike King, for instance. This guy has drastically stepped up his game since being Tim Timmons’ tag-team partner. He may have went through a weird make-up stage, but hey, who doesn’t?” A slightly confused look passes Jenny’s features for a moment. -Eddie- “But he became a two-time tag champion, nearly won gold in the X Chamber and he sidelined Ace King in the process. Pretty impressive resume for a guy who can’t decide what he wants to look like. But I’ll tell you this, when Ryan Shane and I lock it up this week…” -Jenny Jacobs- “Mike King.” Eddie cocks his head slightly. -Eddie- “Yeah, Mike King. What’d I say?” -Jenny Jacobs- “You said Ryan Shane.” -Eddie- “Psh. As if there were any way I could get THOSE two confused. Anyway, when King-fish and I lock it up in the ring this week, it’s going to be a hell of a match. However, I’m enjoying quite a roll as of late, and I’m not quite ready to just let that stop any time soon, so…I think I’ll just go ahead and win this one, too. Maybe I can get another ‘W’ while I’m half-awake again! Mr. King, with respect, you may be a former member of the BA team, but most recently you’ve just been one of Tim’s flunkies. Time to set yourself apart from the pack again, hombre. Bring your best because I’m looking to move myself back up that proverbial ladder as well as representing Team BA in a winning showing. Ruby slippers won’t save you from me!” -Jenny Jacobs- “Ruby slippers, eh?” Eddie shrugs. -Eddie- “Yeah, you know, cuz..we’re in Kansas, and the wizard of Oz…with the dog…ah, hell with it. We all know El Pablo is going to make a big production about it anyway. ROWAN OUT! Bouche!” With that, Eddie hops in his car and starts it up, as they pass by, Brian Blaze leans out the window. -BB- “SIDE HEADLOCK!!” Jenny simply shakes her head and turns, heading back to her car. -Fin.- |
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