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| The Zodiac Chronikles vol. 2; "Road to the Final Four" | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 29 2007, 02:24 AM (189 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 29 2007, 02:24 AM Post #1 |
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-= The scene fades in on two African-American men wrestling in a ring. There are various men in the area, working out, toweling off, or watching the match. On a wall in the background, a sign reads "[size=7]WARFARE GYM - CHICAGO, IL. Established 2001[/size]" =- -= The slightly smaller man, who some of you recognize as The Zodiac Thrilla, counters a back body drop with a wicked, light speed sunset flip power bomb. THE SIGN OF THE ZODIAC. The make-shift referee counts the three count. The small crowd claps and goes back to working out, as they are new students and friends of the Wrestling School of Warfare. After the match, both men shake hands and hug. The other man was seen in Zodiac's introduction video in the CZW, and his name is BORIS. BORIS gets out of the ring, and heads towards the showers. Zodiac gets a towel from the corner, and begins to wipe down his neck. The camera zooms in as Zodiac notices =- ZODIAC: So the ball is finally rollin'. The wheels of the CZW have slowly begun to pick up speed, and a date has been set to crown the first ever CZW World Champion. For the last month I have sat back, patiently preparing myself, as I've watched the roster activity slowly add depth. So far, no name has came 'cross my way that has meant a damn thing to me. ZODIAC: Let's go over dis list. We'll start with Caleb "The French Fries" Walker. Anyone payin' attention saw how cock-sure and self confident you are, with your introduction promo. Let me tell you something Walker, you are nothing more than a glorified bully from what I can see. And I'm notorious for getting it right, the first time. You don't intimidate me, regardless of how many needles you've shoved in your ass. ZODIAC: Then we gots Brent Luger. Looks like just another meat head, without a neck. In my world, the bigger you are, the more fun it is to make you fall. Size doesn't impress me. Skill is what impresses me. ZODIAC: "Irish" Ian Chadwick. a stereotypical Irish drunk. Used to be a boxer. I can respect dat. But step in my way, and you'll know you're in for black hell. I'm da pimp here. ZODIAC: And then for the two tag teams the CZW has, The Alaskan Warriors and the Chainsaw Boyz. ANOTHER bunch of muscle bound giants.. without any brains. Is this what the CZW wants? A bunch of dull witted crackers without a hint of skill, only strength? That crap don't sell no more. This ain't the 1980's. The people want skill, the people want talent. The people want honorable champions. And that is definitely what you've got with The Zodiac Thrilla. I am the epitome of class, the super-star without a scar, the Original Gangsta. You can't hold a candle to the greatness that is I. ZODIAC: Let's take a second and talk about this match. This is, from what I can tell, an all out riot of violence and perseverance. A war of a battle royal, and then for the last four remaining survivors, they have to climb out of a death pit to beat the other 3 and obtain the CZW World Championship. It doesn't matter which number I pick, son, because I am the CZW's pimp. I will go the distance, and raise my hand and the CZW Title in only a fashion that I can execute. You're looking at your first CZW World Champion.. right here. -= Zodiac makes his way out of the ring, as the camera follows. He slowly makes his way to the locker room, as he continues. =- ZODIAC: And who else will be in this thing? We've got some names on paper but not a damn peep out of some of these clowns. The Wolf, Mack Beaudin, Luthen, Jeremy Dart, Hailey Hunter, a friggin' chick.. Jeff Baker, and some chump by the name of Drake. You come from L.A. Well, I'm from San Fran and you know how dat rivalry goes. We're attentively scheduled to fight for the CZW Cruiserweight Championship. Save a change of the card, you are going to stand witness to a Champion of Champions, as I will have already obtained the CZW World Championship... and you can bet your bottom dolla I won't hesitate to add that Cruiserweight belt to my increasingly glorious resume. You don't stand a chance. Now some of you might want to let your actions speak for themselves, and I can appreciate that. I'm just a friendly guy, I like to LET YOU KNOW that you're going to lose to this wicked gangsta. What can I say? I'm a gentleman like dat. Now if you CZW cameras can excuse me, cleanliness is next to godliness. -= Zodiac throws up two inverted peace signs. =- [size=14]DEUCES!![/size] -= Zodiac walks into the locker room, and the camera does not follow. The scene slowly fades to black. =- |
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| Haywire | Dec 30 2007, 04:01 PM Post #2 |
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Good rp keep up the good work I see good things in your future |
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