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| All that glitters...; Shane Helms' return to glory | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 31 2006, 01:58 PM (244 Views) | |
| Brian T | Aug 31 2006, 01:58 PM Post #1 |
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I know this, because Wes knows this.
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*There's no sight quite so amusing as seeing Shannon Moore, in all his mohawked, tattoed, pierced, and make-uped glory, trying to fit into normal society. On a good day, however, he can appear pretty normalized. As was the case on this day, a warmish Cleveland Thursday afternoon as the EBWF roster prepared for Smackdown, the first show after Summerslam. But we'll address Shannon later, because on this warmish Cleveland Thursday afternoon, EBWF Grand Slam champion Shane Helms sat in a booth at Denny's, his laptop open and a big smile on his face. He dressed casual, a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a cartoonish word bubble containing a collection of random symbols (the universal comic-strip verison of a cuss word), along with a backwards white hat with a black version of the UNC logo. The smile was because he was enjoying looking at some pictures of a very punk-filled young lady up on myspace. He was enjoying perusing this girl's pictures, and decided to leave her some very Shane-esque picture comments...* Posted Image "My mannequin head named Pussy!" *Shane laughed a hearty laugh, and hit "add comment." To which he typed...* Try as I might, I can't resist the temptation to point out that you're kissing Pussy. Wow. Did I just say that? *He added the comment and continued on, coming across this little gem...* Posted Image "I fell victim to Al Snow's revenge!" *A mischievious grin crossed his face, and he began to type another picture comment...* I guess too much head CAN be a bad thing... *A man's chuckle reached Shane's ears causing him to momentarily look up.* Shannon Moore: Dude what the hell have I told you about surfing for porn. *he pretended to look around Shane's feet* And not even a bottle of lotion in site? Thats just fucking sick! Shane Helms: Dude! Check this girl out. If it weren't for Candice, I think she'd be right up your alley. *he turned the laptop to face Shannon* *Shannon leaned in and took a long look before bursting out in an onrey smirk.* Shannon Moore: Helms remember when you and I were with Zane at the tattoo shop? I called up the chick that does my official website? Yeah man thats her myspace your getting horny over. *he shook his head but was grinning* She's always calling me a shitster and crap. Shane Helms: THIS is your webmistress? Wow... *he laughed and shook his head* Leave it to you to find a crazy girl with tattoos and a punk attitude to run your freakin website. *he thought for a second* I guess that would explain what she was doing in the EBWF fans group... outside of just being a fan, anyway. *he motioned to the bench seat on the other side of the table* So, you going to sit down and join me, or do I need to go find a chair to pull out for you? Shannon Moore: *he sat down and smiled* No fuck that. The question I should be asking is who's paying! Shane Helms: Well this is what, our fourth date? I've paid for the other ones. You really ought to be putting out by now. A guy is much less inclined to keep taking you out if he has to settle for this handjob bullshit. Shannon Moore: *he laughed* And people wonder why Im the provocative little shit I am. Years of having to outdue your humor man really jacked down my manners! Shane Helms: Jacked down? *he shook his head* I'm sure there's a "jack off" joke in there somewhere, but I can't seem to find it right now. *with a sigh, Shane closed the lid on his laptop and slid it off to the side* Bro, let me ask you something. I've won every title there is to win in this federation... well, except for the Women's, obviously. But I've held every other title out there. So why am I sitting here all nervous to face Randy fucking Orton for the Euro title tonight? Shannon Moore: You only won the World Title cause you suckered Christian into jobbing. Remember how he won it right back like the next week? *he scoffed* Pfft, boy, earn your place. *he grinned* Naw seriously, you havent wrestled in awhile. Shit dude, I'd be anxiouse too. *The two were interrupted by a lovely young waitress, looked to be in her mid-20's, short strawberry blonde hair, freckles adorning her face, a very cute look. She set two menus down on the table and smiled at the boys.* Waitress: Hi, my name is Katie, I'll be your server this afternoon. Can I start you guys off with something to drink? Shane Helms: I'll take a glass of chocolate milk, biggest one you have. *he smiled up at her* Shannon Moore: *he snickered* Sugar Shane to the end. *he flashed his own perly whites at the waitress* I'll have a Doctor Pepper. Katie: *she was a perky little gal too* One Dr. Pepper and the biggest chocolate milk I can find, coming right up. *she smiled at them* I'll be back with those in just a minute. *she walked away* Shane Helms: *he watched her walk away* Damn look at the caboose on that... *he shook his head* wait, what? Sugar Shane to the end? What's that supposed to mean? Shannon Moore: It means you need to get your mind out of the gutter and start focusing on your dam match! Shane Helms: Hey, just trying to find a way to keep from getting so nervous, you know? I mean, this is Randy Orton..... *he stopped, looked off into the distance as though puzzled* Randy, the king of restholds, Orton. Randy, I'm gonna make you burn in my light, Orton. *he looked at Shannon again* Remind me again why I'm nervous about this guy? Shannon Moore: *he shrugged* I have no freaking idea what goes on inside that mind of yours bro. Just watch out cause he comes with friends but so do you. Shane Helms: He comes with friends, I come with brothers. *he went into a semi-loud promo style rant* Bonded by blood. Created by God, killed by no-one! Omega, motherfucker! That's where it's at! *a kid in his late teens, early 20's, looked over from a table across the room wearing a Christian t-shirt* You heard me... Shannon Moore: *he grabbed a sugar packet and slid it across the table with one finger* Shane? Eat this and calm the fuck down. I didnt bring any retalin next time warn me bro! Shane Helms: Just trying to get into character.. or figure one out anyway. Shit man, I haven't done a real in-ring promo since I got back here. Just that deal with the David Flair match a couple weeks ago, other than that I haven't really gone out there in front of the people since this spring. I think that's almost making me more nervous than the match. What am I supposed to go out there and say? Shannon Moore: You'll figure it out, bro. You always do. I mean you dropped the Hurricane shit a long time ago and you still did promos before you left, right? Shane Helms: Yeah, but it's different now. I took that time off, I've come back, I feel like a completely different person. Not to mention this is gonna be my first promo as a part of Omega Factor, I have to address that whole thing we did to Evan. Shannon Moore: Why do you have to address anything about Evan? We left him behind a long time ago and things still haven't changed, it's as simple as that. The only thing you have to address is yourself, Gregory. You can't worry about any of the outside shit, it's just you and Orton inside that ring. Shane Helms: *he shook his head and smiled* How did you get so wise? Shannon Moore: *he grinned* Years of watching after you and Nero bro. You think I didn't learn a thing or two babysitting your punk asses? *The waitress, Katie, returned to the table with her notepad in hand.* Katie: Are you boys ready to order yet or do you still need more time? *The two of them looked down at the table, where their menus still laid untouched.* Shane Helms: Uh, I think we could use a couple more minutes. *he sheepishly picked up his menu* Katie: Well, just give me a call when you're ready. *she winked at Shane, and slid a slip of paper across the table to him, then walked away* *Shane looked at the paper and an uncontrollable grin washed over his face.* Shannon Moore: Oh no, now what? Shane Helms: Do you like apples, Shannon? Shannon Moore: What the fuck does apples have to do with this? You've lost it bro. Shane Helms: Just answer the question, Shan. Do you like apples? Shannon Moore: *he took a deep sigh* Yeah, they're alright. Whyever do you ask? Shane Helms: Because I just got not one, but TWO waitresses phone numbers. *he held up the paper in Shannon's face -- it had two names, Katie and Kim, and two phone numbers* How do you like THEM apples? Shannon Moore: *he chuckled, and took the piece of paper out of Shane's hand and shoved it into his pocket* Applesauce, bitch. Shane Helms: Ohh, not cool man. Cough it up. Shannon Moore: I'll make you a deal. You win that match tonight, you can have the paper back. Shane Helms: *his face went all sad and puppy-dog* Dude.... weak. Shannon Moore: *sarcastically* Well I gotta do something since it seems like this match is the furthest thing from your mind. I guess you need some inspiration of the female persuasion, since apparently just plain old representing Omega officially for the first time isn't enough for you. Shane Helms: Oh come on man, you know I'm all ready for the Omega thing, I just-- Shannon Moore: *interrupting* And I'm just fuckin with you dude. I know you're going to be just fine tonight. You're Gregory fucking Helms. If you can't go out there and beat Randy Orton, then... *He trailed off, as another waitress approached the table. This one was just slightly shorter than Katie, with a slightly huskier build, slightly redder hair. Her face had a little softer look, almost cartoonish (think Gadget from Chip and Dale's Rescue Rangers). She walked up to the table with her hands clasped behind her back, sort of swaying almost nervously.* Waitress #2: Um, excuse me guys? We're not normally supposed to do this, but, well... I'm a big fan of you guys. Like, huge fan. *they smiled, nodded, gave their thanks* Well... *she looked around nervously to make sure her supervisor wasn't around, and took her hands out from behind her back, revealing a digital camera.* Can I get a picture with you guys real quick? Shane Helms: For an Omega fan... of course. *He looked around for the supervisor as well, and not seeing anyone, he stood up on his seat and stepped over the table, sitting down on the top of the back of the bench Shannon was on. Katie walked up and took the camera from the other waitress, and snapped off a picture with the 3 of them sitting in a line. The other waitress stood up and took the camera.* Waitress #2: You guys look so cute together. Can I take one more of just the two of you? Shannon Moore: Of course, darling. *he winked at her* *The two Omega brothers put on their best poses -- Shane gave his Hurricane face with one fist up in the air, his elbow resting on his knee. Shannon sort of leaned his head back, put one hand on his chest and pointed at the camera with the other, and the waitress snapped the picture.* Posted Image *They all shared a laugh, and Shane hurried back over to his seat. The waitress stuck her camera into her pocket.* Waitress #2: Thanks guys, that means so much to me. *she got bold and leaned over to Shane, kissing him on the cheek* Good luck tonight, hero. I'm Kim, by the way... *she smiled at him before standing up again.. she spoke before he could respond* Katie will be back with you in a minute to get your orders. *she then hurriedly walked away* Shane Helms: *he rolled his eyes playfully* The things we put up with for our fans... ++++++++++++++++ *A few hours later, and EBWF's SmackDown was on the air from Gund Arena. The crowd was especially lively, considering this was the first show after Summerslam. Fans of Shannon Moore anxiously awaited word on what would happen regarding his missed Title match, so when "The End Is Here" by Alter Bridge began to play, the roof came off the place. The pop died down, slightly, when the fans realized that this was Shane Helms making his way to the ring, not Shannon Moore. Strangely enough, Shane was still dressed in the same getup as he had worn all day. Perhaps this was a sign of things to come for his in-ring character. He carried a small black bag with him to the ring, and smiled to the fans who held up Omega signs. Once he made his way down to the ring, he took a microphone from a ringside attendant and stepped up the steps, through the ropes, and held a hand up in the air. He took in the cheers -- something he hadn't always heard from EBWF fans. Shane Helms: You know what I like? When I walk down that ramp, and I see all you people with shirts, signs, whatever, with this... *he traced the Omega symbol in the air with his finger* ...Forget what Carlito says, DAT'S cool. *the crowd cheered* So I come before you tonight, ready to bring you a present. *he held up the little black bag* What's inside here, you ask? Well, I'll just show you. *he opened the bag and pulled out a bar of gold* This, my friends, is Gold. I bring it to you. Now, I don't have the time, manpower, and quite frankly the patience, to sit here and chop this bar up and give a little piece to each and every one of you on the way out. But I'll tell you what I CAN do. Tonight, in this very ring, I can take that European Championship from around the waist of Randy Orton, and return it to you, the people. *the crowd cheered again* I've been accused of being a stable whore, and let me tell you, I've been around the block. Peep Crew, NWO, Horsemen, you name it, I've been a member. But I had never been a member of the one organization where I actually BELONGED... until now. *he pulled off the black t-shirt with the word bubble on it, to reveal another black t-shirt, this one the old Omega shirt* I'm home. I'm home in Omega, with the men, and lady, that I grew up with. The people I'm proud to call my friends... my true family. And even those of you who didn't grow up there with us, every time you put on the shirt or make a sign, you're a part of the Omega Factor. Your love and your support is what fuels us. We do this because we love it, but we also do it because YOU love US. And so tonight, I have the chance to return some gold to my waist, and ultimately, to each and every one of your waists. Randy Orton, to so-called Legend Killer. You want to make me "burn in your light," Randy? *he asked with a mocking tone* You think I'm going to fall just like all the rest? Blah blah blah, catch phrase after catch phrase? You can put that stuff away because what I'm bringing tonight, this is REAL. This is emotion. This is Shane Helms getting back on the horse. When I left the EBWF, it was because I felt I had nothing left to prove. I had held every title there was to hold, I had made my mark on this industry, and I was done. But I found my hunger. That time off just showed me how much I love this sport, and what it has to offer me. *he spoke with intensity* You tell me something, Randy. How can I burn in your light, when the fire is already in MY eyes? When I feel in MY heart that this is where I belong? Tell me that, Randy! Drop your pretty-boy attitude, your smarmy grin, and your over-cliched character and bring me something REAL! Look within yourself, find something that hasn't been molded by road agents and managers and personal assistants, make a decision for yourself, and bring that to the table. Because I don't want to beat some hollow shell of a man. There's no pride in that, there's no glory. Anyone can come out and do that. What I want is a challenge. I want you to bring me something that I can sink my teeth into, something that will make me stretch my own boundaries and let me feel like I EARNED that gold for these people! Bring me that, Randy, and you won't have to be the legend killer. You can go down in history as the legend. The first man that Shane Helms defeated on his quest. What quest is this, you ask? *he grinned* You'll just have to wait and see... *Shane dropped the microphone and stood up on the turnbuckle as Omega Factor's music began to play again. He made the classic belt motion around his waist, then pointed out to the crowd to a few individual fans wearing the Omega shirt. He dropped down from the ring and made his way back up the ramp, selecting more fans representing Omega to reach out and slap hands with, before making his way to the top and turning around to salute the fans one more time.* |
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| Brian T | Aug 31 2006, 02:10 PM Post #2 |
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I know this, because Wes knows this.
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OOC -- well, here it is. My first real attempt at a match RP with Shane Helms. I've done a couple small promos and one-liners, and lots of storyline with Sunny and Amy, but this is my first time trying to really pull something together. The match talk had been planned to be longer, but I woke up late this morning and had some business to attend to (like getting paaaiiiiidddd), and wound up leaving myself with only about half an hour to finish it off. It's posted here on the board because I don't have a new Helms layout put together yet -- I'll have to do that one of these days. Special thanks to Sunny for writing a little Shannon with me, and for trusting me to write a few more Shannon lines at the end of that scene myself -- it's an honor.
:) Hope you all enjoy the continued cameraderie between Shannon and Shane, and the match promo attempt. By the way... don't worry Ashlee, in that reference to Sunny being the official webmistress of Shannon's site, you weren't forgotten -- it's part of a plan for a future RP... :) |
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| Ashlee | Aug 31 2006, 11:23 PM Post #3 |
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Live with the Name
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Sunny can be the webmistress of TSM, as long as I get to be YOUR mistress! OH... and because I'M THE LEADER OF THE NINJA MAFIA!!!!!!!! FWYH!!!! (And Fuck You too!) |
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| Deleted User | Sep 1 2006, 01:57 AM Post #4 |
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Fuck you AAAAAALLLLL fornot letting me join. That means you too, Nichols! :angry: :( |
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| Ashlee | Sep 1 2006, 02:13 AM Post #5 |
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You're not in it, because Ninjas don't cry young Grasshopper. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 1 2006, 02:28 AM Post #6 |
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But....but....but....I can annoy those who step in my way to death! Death I tell you! |
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| Sunny | Sep 1 2006, 03:02 AM Post #7 |
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Ninja. Me. Is. One. B) All hail Ashlee. That is all. :horns: |
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| Amykins | Sep 1 2006, 04:07 AM Post #8 |
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Don't worry Shev I wasn't invited into their club either. |
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| Chris Hero | Sep 1 2006, 04:20 AM Post #9 |
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Ninja's the japanese form of martials arts used mainly for assassination against evil emporors. Also illegal in the United States if your caught knowing you would be tossed in Jail. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 1 2006, 04:24 AM Post #10 |
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*Puts arm around Amy and grabs Jons wrist* You can both be on my team. ;) I love how sensible and important our topics are here in the EBWF. We are one very focused group of people. |
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| Sunny | Sep 1 2006, 04:56 PM Post #11 |
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Ummmmmm NO. I dont fucking think so. Back off. NOW! Or feel the wrath of the NINJA MAFIA :ph43r: :ph43r: :ph43r: :ph43r: :ph43r: :ph43r: :ph43r: Amy Baby, I didnt think to invite you because hell, I mean look at you. YOU are THEE AMY. You dont need clubs or cliques to fit into to because well lets just face it. There is none that is good enough for you. End of story. :) |
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| Chris Hero | Sep 1 2006, 05:17 PM Post #12 |
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I'm itallian somewhat in addition to some other ethnic backgrounds. Mafia is and ninja's as well a combination you would only see in EBWF. |
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