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Topic Started: Jul 18 2010, 08:53 AM (562 Views)
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Truly, the revelation bestowed upon me (Ryan Pugh playing it FedEx, delivering the 'astounding', 'earth-shattering' update), did not strike me with any level of surprise.

Upon Hardagree bestowing me with his 'Fuck Morgan' text message-my premier introduction to Hardcore Hangout-I subsequently veiled the factor from my conscious thoughts.

I nary would permit any harm befall the man whom had subsequently become unto family, at my hand.

Previously, during my era of spearheading my Corporate Ministry into a position of unfathomable-albeit brief dominance, the value of a human life was minuscule-at its grandest-eviscerate all living souls-at its lowest ebb.

That being said, harming my best friend was not peaking my 'Things I Relish' list, at number one.

Ryan's 'earth-shattering' revelation surfaced, within my conscious thoughts, the dreaded text message rising from the depths to-once again-wreck havoc with my delicate psyche.

My complexion had indeed pallored, causing my ghostly appearance. Ryan's unyielding concern, for my health and state of mind, did not bring about any sort of complexion alteration.

The salad remained virtually untouched; my appetite nullified by the resurfacing of the mindbogglingly tragic ebb and flow, of the recent events.

Gertrude...

I had stated, vowing to Carl, that my presence would be recognized that very evening. Such was, with no inkling of a doubt, going to be postponed.

I reasoned that Ryan and I could have driven from our current position (an Atlanta, Georgia Olive Garden) to Greensboro, upon completion of The Alliance meeting.

The combined efforts of my sixty-one year old aunt undergoing open heart surgery, and fate anal raping me with a match against Ryan did ill for my appetite.

The Ranch dressing drizzled over the Romain lettuce ordinarily would have been most appetizing. Such was not the case.

A sharp jab, to the ribs, roused me from my revery.

Turning my head, I noted a beefy, hair encrusted hand being retracted.

My eyes drifted upward, from the fist to the long, black haired mug of Ryan Pugh.

"Yo, what's your deal, man? You aint touched your salad." The concerned query, coupled with the astute observation, by my comrade did nothing to inwardly touch me, nor did his observation-concerning my meal-urge me to eat.

Ryan, however, spared no time drowning his steak in A-1, nor did the others-upon scanning the remainder of my comrades.

Chainz followed suit to Ryan, drowning his steak in A-1.

Fongule and Bracken had barely touched their plates, opting to engage in a 'drink off'; the cases of Miller High Life-shredded into veritable confetti-by their feet, had been smuggled in. The 'how' Patrick Bracken and Mr. Fongule had brought the deed to fruition escaped me.

Perhaps the duo had bribed the manager, else Fongule dittled our waitress, whom opted to keep their actions discreet. Regardless, I did not press them.

Steele was relishing the body of his champagne, undeterred by my inactivity. He had subsequently calmed a bit, albeit Fongule...being Fongule perturbed him greatly. His entree appeared to be a quarter of the way consumed.

Ryan's question persisted to linger in the air. His titanic hand gripped my shoulder; my gaze returned to where it had begun: Staring at the floral patter, of the lace, beneath the glass tabletop.

"Man, what's eating at you? Is it Gertrude, the match...what?" My massive friend's grip tightened on my shoulder; my hands clasped onto my khaki clad lap.

I pursued my lips-Ryan was, seemingly, the sole individual who clearly was a true friend.

Chainz...

Steele...

Fongule and Bracken...

They were all preoccupied with their own, inner, selfish desires-unaffected by their stablemate's...ally's inner plight.

"I am...not hungry, Ry." My deadpan reply, coupled with my stoic expression, caused Ryan to release his grip on my shoulder.

From my peripheral, I noted Ryan sigh then shake his head.

"If this is concerning the match-don't worry, Matt, I'll go easy on you." The reply did nothing to quell the fear residing within: This was not concerning the match, quite to the extent that it concerned my...Ryan's...

During my previous stint in the SWA, I did not posses a plethora of friends.

Chainz...

As I have previously covered, he was unto a brother. He and I were veritable Siamese twins-joined at the hip. That relationship gradually deteriorated, until...

Upon returning to the SWA, it seemed as though he were akin to a 'stablemate', 'ally'-certainly-but not a true friend. This too I have previously covered.

The Salvatones, Curtis and Amy, disowned me-ostracized me (as previously stated)-upon my personality shift to the head of my Ministry.

My Ministry...

That was a predestined disaster, just waiting to happen.

Heat, Necrofrost, Petey Will Young, Sean Shark, even...LahTay...

All of them were business associates, certainly not friends. That was how I perceived the relationship, though they may have inwardly seen otherwise.

Ryan Pugh was a true friend: He cared for me, as did his Sarah. Truly, they were two of the stark few I possessed.

Disregarding what Olsen stated, despite he guaranteeing his friendship, that persisted to nag at me. I was aware that, in the bowels of my inner being, I possessed but three, true friends: Olsen, Ryan and Sarah Pugh.

'Easy on me', Ryan had stated.

I was no copout, but I certainly did not wish for he to do even that- go 'Easy on me'.

The surge of ambient noise emitting just to my right, on the parts of Fongule and Bracken, roused me from my conscious thoughts-never mind, upon gazing about, attracting un-wished eyes upon me.

Murmurs of "It's The Alliance" emitted into my vastly over sensitive ears.

"Ry, I am not going to wrestle you." My whispered response held the desired effect of catching his ear.

"What?!" His bewildered outburst gained the attention of Chainz and Steele. Fongule and Bracken had polished off a second...third case of Miller, then subsequently passed out into their plates of pasta.

"I shall lie down, and you may pin me, but I shall not wrestle you, Ryan." My stoic expression remained; the bewildered expressions plastered on the faces of my sober comrades spoke volumes.

I suppose that the fans (those whom has uttered "It's The Alliance") thought better of impeding upon our discussion.

Pugh downed the quarter of his remaining Mountain Dew, as Chainz and Steele downed a bit of their respective beverages-resuming eating, collecting his thoughts.

"What happened to the 'hardcore', 'ass-whooping' Campbell from a year ago?" My best friend's question was met with nods from Chainz and Steele.

I cleared my throat, hefted up the glass of water, bringing it to my lips; the cool liquid rushed down my gullet.

Returning the glass to the table, I replied to my friend's query.

"He died in Paris. I am all the positive vibes, kindness and love that was bottled up, when I had been possessed. My response gained a...smile from Ryan. Chainz seemed to be processing the information, while Steele sighed and poured himself another glass of champagne. Fongule and Bracken remained out cold, in their pasta sauce.

I breathed heavily, shoving myself away from the table, rising from my seat.

Despite being but ten feet from my previous location, there was no, feasible way for me to heft a three hundred thirty-three pound Italian, provided I were seated.

I rounded the table, paying the comments-from female patrons-concerning my 'ass in those slacks' no mind.

Reaching Fongule and Bracken, I hefted the Italian out of his spaghetti, shoved the cans of Miller and plate of spaghetti away-with the hand not clutching his skull-subsequently lowering him into the cleared area.

Bracken was next.

Lifting the skull of the legend out of his pasta, I shoved away the cans and plate with my free hand-repeating the process of placing him into the cleared area.

"Don't let go, Sasha, I aint cum...yecht..." Bracken mumbled, and I released his skull.

I quickly returned to my seat, no wishing to be educated as to what flowed through 'The Professor's river of thoughts.

I reached my seat, welcomed by a beaming Ryan Pugh.

"What are you beaming over?" My question was met with Ryan hefting up his champagne glass, tapping it with his steak knife.

"Chainz, Steele, drunk fuckheads...allow me to propose a toast, to my best friend: A man who clearly wishes to take an in-ring loss over losing me as a friend. Class act." I was not certain if he was mocking my opting to take a loss, or if the toast was genuine, but...

How he hell was he aware of the 'why'?

Chainz hefted his glass upward, and did Steele-albeit reluctantly-however...

"Hey! Fuckgule! Brackshit! Wake up!" Pugh's booming voice gained unwanted attention again, causing me to slink into my seat-wishfully out of sight.

Pugh was met with Fongule and Bracken snoring in response.

"Know what? Fuck them." Pugh stated, cocking an eyebrow at my not partaking in the toast.

"Homie, this toast is for you. What's the deal?" Pugh's glass remained aloft; Chainz and Steele fingered their glasses awaiting my response.

"I...no longer drink alcohol, Ry...Chainz...Steele." My reply was met with bewildered stares plastered on the faces of my sober companions.

"Would you mind repeating that?" Chainz queried, placing the glass onto the table. "I had some 'What the fuck' in my ear!" His mock clearing of his ear, with his pinky finger, was the sole action that declared me a misfit among The Alliance.

In the EBWF I came here to prove myself to everyone, what a 7 foot monster can do. I am here to show I can fight whether it is part of a stable or as a singlet.

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Umm it may just be me but I have no idea what is going on in this. Don't take this the wrong way but it honestly doesn't look like your work based on your previous rps, if this is your work my apologies then.

Plus who are some of the characters in this, who's chainz, Ryan and Steele?
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Kinda have to agree with Kyle on this one. Have I entered the twilight zone? Are we trying to see how many SAT words we can use? No offense dude but I'm lost too and though I saw mention of a steak and salad (Which now I want a salad thank you very much!) there were no bread crumbs to lead me out of the taiga of roil (aka the forest of confusion- I can use big words too! :) ) I'm kinda left with a few questions? Who is your opponent again? Where is he or the match mentioned in here? And what is the "skull of legend" and what is it doing in a plate of pasta?


PS - Hope no offense taken by my joking but in all seriousness I am totally confused by your roleplay.
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Hi guys, sorry for the confusion. It basically explains what happened in the past, why I am like I am. The guys mentioned in this were my best friends back in the previous wrestling federation I was at before I entered EBWF. I am sorry for the confusion, It was something I felt I needed to do after my first 5 or 6 days didn't go to well with the other wrestlers. I.e the twitter feed. :)

Thanks.

Matt Morgan
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Ashlee
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I still have no idea what this is about or how it relates to your match....
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I felt like I just went to the library, found the first book that stuck out in the fiction section, threw it ON THE GROUND, and read the first random page that was face up when it landed.
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Yeah, ok. I am sorry.
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Ben M
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So Morgan used to wrestle for the Southside Wrestling Alliance?

Click Here

Unfortunately the fed is down due to a shortage of "G Credits", but thanks to Google saving cached copies of pages I was able to find the start of the RP you ripped off.

Seriously kids, don't plagiarise. You always get caught.
Edited by Ben M, Jul 20 2010, 09:43 AM.
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I googled and Binged and yahooed until my fingers fell off and could not find a match although I was certain that he hadn't written that. I love it when people plagiarize so above their writing ability.

So can we hear from you guy that plays Morgan. So normally I would fire a plagiarizer - but the fact that you didn't even plagiarize something good is so laughably funny that I can't bring myself to fire you. So what of it?
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Ben M
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It took some effort with the fed being down. Apparently I have too much time on my hands.

I was only able to find it because I googled the wrestlers he mentioned, and found a card from that efed. A little more goggling and I was able to find the page of the RP Board with this RP on.

Did I mention I have too much time on my hands?
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P.S. What the jiggity fuck is a G-Credit and how is this a desirable way to efed?!
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I don't know, but it sure as hell beats a G Unit... *tumbleweed*
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Do I have a chance to stick up for myself here? I am the person who wrote this, I wrote it for another character of mine in a Efed. I know It had no significance to the role, but because of family problems I didn't have time to write a whole roleplay, so I brought it here and converted it.

Sorry for any harm I have caused.

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I'm going to give you another chance to RP. I don't mind that you're staying. I'm not upset with you. I'm not angry. But you are not telling the truth about who authored this.

Going back and reading your previous RPs it is clear that you did not write this one.

Exhibit A) Your other RPs are in present tense. This one is in past tense.
Exhibit B) Your punctuation, both in your RPs, and OOC comments is lacking, where in this RP it's damn near perfect.
Exhibit C) You wrote your other RPs in "script" style, yet this one is in "novel" style.
Exhibit D) You write with the vocabulary of any other public school child on the internet, and in this RP - I had to look up words in the dictionary.

I want you to stay, and I really want you to get better at writing your OWN rps. Just please, don't lie, and don't think you're fooling me for one second. I've kind of been around the block on this thing, but I believe everyone deserves a second chance. So hopefully, you'll stay around and explore your own creativity.
Edited by Ashlee, Jul 22 2010, 10:08 PM.
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I thankyou. I do appreciate what you are saying. but when you said that I have been using people in my RP's that is wrong:

This is when I used a wrestler's name in my first RP "I was in japan for a good two years and I wanted to come back to america to implement it, so I came to ebwf and watched a few of matches with the rock and John cena etc, and it just went from there really."

I feel that I am being treated differently, because I am 7ft 0in. 330lbs. People say stuff in twitter which I know Is all friendley banter but I did this to show that I am not all about the size, it annoys me when people make me feel small, and I know it goes with the character but It ain't nice. I try to make friends - I get put down and made to look like a fool. I try to act as part of the group - I get made to look like a fool.

Time and time again, that is why I get so wound up.. and I feel doing this is how to stop people from making me feel small. Obviously not. Because it is making me look like even more of a buffoon.

To be honest, I thank you ashlee, for giving me a second chance. You won't regret it, this will be the all new 'Blueprint' Matt Morgan!

Thankyou

Matt.
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:fucksakes

:ban


:drugs

:slap

AND FINALLY



:wtf

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That was a great story.
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Sorry? I don't get it :S

Sorry

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Sorry? I don't get it :S

Sorry

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THAT is a HUGE understatement.
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