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Shanel White vs Tyrone Hill vs David Davenport vs; Matt Despono vs Gerard Christ
Topic Started: Jan 28 2008, 12:02 AM (250 Views)
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Five Way Match - Shanel White vs Tyrone Hill vs David Davenport vs Matt Despono vs Gerard Christ

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David Davenport
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[align=center]~* The scene opens with the camera zooming in on Davenport as he walks down a crowded street. He seems casual in his movements. No sign of tensing. No serious tone to his voice. He is calm and collected as he makes his way through the busy sidewalk. *~

"What would you do if you were suddenly placed in a 18x18 foot room with four other people with the only means of escape was to bash everyone else's head in the walls? What would you do if this beginning turned out to lead to your end? How would you react if you set all your hopes and dreams into this match of survival and, statically speaking, there was an 80% chance you would get your ass handed to you on a trashcan lid? You don't know, do you? That's a good thing. That means you haven't been placed in a situation like the one I described before. Of course, some of you probably have, but you'd rather not discuss it...or maybe you just want to relive the experience and get another go at it? Oh, wait, I'm getting sidetracked. Before I get lost in random scenario's about you, let's face a more realistic one. Within, oh, say a week's time I'm to go one-on-one...on-one-on-one-on-one in my debut match within the confines of a HcW arena. Being the kind of guy I am, I did some research...and found next to zippo about my opponents, but I did find something out."


~* Davenport reaches into his jean pockets and pulls out a folded piece of notebook paper. He unfolds the paper and begins to read off it as he continues through the crowd. *~


"First up on the 'hit list' is Matt De-...Despa-....Despo-...Matt D-'something'. He's around my height, 6 foot 'something'. Apparently his arsenal of moves is structured around his high flying capabilities...I think. He's suppose to be thick skulled, able to leap from building to building (maybe he's related to Superman?), and the guy's willing to use his own flesh and bone...and organ's, and blood, and all that good stuff as a means to beat the hell out of people. Seriously, if you think about it, who isn't? But I'm just going to assume he takes it a few steps further with his risky antics. Matt Despa-'whatever' seems like he'll end up flying over me for the win if I'm not careful. So, boys and girls, how do you stop the bird from flying? That's right! You clip its wings! Or in this situation, you break his legs. Nothing against the guy, but he's standing between me and what could possible be me glorified chance at showing everyone just what the name "Davenport' signifies! ...besides the name of a corporation that manufactures couches and love seats..."


~* He pushes past one rather large man as he scans over the next few lines. He chuckles a bit, still giving off a laid back feel. *~


"Next on the 'Davenport Hit List' is...Shanel White! Gotta admit, slightly surprised here. Then I was like...'Damn....I bet she could kick my ass out of the arena if she felt like it.' No disrespect to the beautiful woman out there, but this just caught me off guard. I know from experience that you should never piss a woman off, never. Even if you get $3,500 out of it. Don't ever piss a woman off. Like the saying goes, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman'. Seems Shanel is a bit on the stubborn side...least, from what I've heard that is. So she's thick skulled, too. Just not in the same fashion as Matt...you know what, I'll just call him M.D. for now on because his last name...yeah. Anyways, Shanal seems to be quick minded and moving. She'll probably be the kind of person that'll strike you when you most vulnerable and least observant. That's what I think anyways. Says here she's got a high endurance....I'm just going to skip that because my mind went straight to the gutter on that note. So stubborn and quick to move and think. What's the most common way to deal with that? You bug the shit out of her, but woman aren't so forgiving...so that may be the stupid thing to do. Crap. How the hell am I going to shoot her down? Pssh. I could just leave her to the others...but that's a bit cowardly, don't you think so? Eh. i guess I'll have to get technical in her case.

Third up is Tyrone Hill....oh...my...god. The kids only 19! 19 and completely lacks that originality spark that keeps things fresh! Tyrone, I don't mean to insult...well maybe I do, but not completely. I mean powerbomb's? That's old school right there, but I guess I can't be but so hateful to the move. After all, why fix what isn't broken? Its still an effective move and all...just...kinda cliche to me though. Anyways, ....wait....yeah. Not much to talk about in your case. Your aware of your surrounding's, yes, but how aware can a person be when four other people are mixing it up around him?"



~* He sighs as he turns the paper over and glances at a few words. He crushes a coffee cup with his foot as he turns down another street. *~


"And with all that aside, we have but one 'hit' left on the list. Gerard Christ. Wait...how many people like chairs? Seriously! Like each one of these guy's likes to lay a good beating with a chair! Man, that was supposed to be all me...I wonder how creative they are with them though? Oh yeah, Christ, I almost got sidetracked from him. Let's see...supposed fan favorite, technical style, rambles, and tends to break the rules (who doesn't). So...actually, I think I may be more on a level with this guy than any other. I mean, I do some high flying stuff, but nothing fancy-fancy. I can brawl, but not to well. I can power my way through a match, but only for a while but I'm not exactly built for that. However, when it comes to technical, like this guy, Christ (I'm starting to love the name), I'm at my best. Oh, seems he hates to the simple matches? Probably because of all the rules. I know he feels, but you gotta learn to cope or you'll never hit it big. So, it seems that Christ may be my core target for this slaughter house bound match. I like the sound of that."


~* David smiles as he folds the paper back up and calls a taxi. A taxi pulls over shortly after and he opens the door. Before entering, he turns to the road and watches a group of friends goofing off. *~


"Five-Way Slaughter House...I like it. Wonder if it'll catch on? Eh. Take me to the best Burger King this place has to offer!"

"You got if."


~* Scene fades with David closing the door and the taxi driving off. You can hear David cursing as the taxi stops after a block right in front of a clearly visible Burger King. *~
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David Davenport
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[align=center]~* The scene opens with a series of white letters flashing upon a back screen. The letters continue to flash at random as the sound of a dull guitar screeches feintly in the background. As the gutar grows louder, the letters, in turn, slow. A deep scream mixes in with the guitar as the two letters freeze on screen. Two 'D's' begin merging together as the guitar fades away and the scream grow's deeper in pitch, almost bear-like. The two 'D's' now form a white sphere that begins bouncing up and down, left and right. Suddenly, the sphere explodes into a white blob as images of steel chairs seemed to be tossed from its core spelling out 'David Davenport'. The camera zooms out from the titantron as 'Thoughtless'hits the PA System with full force. Davenport springs out on stage, carrying a mic in his right hand. He hurries to the ring and slides in and jumps back to his feet. Mic still in hand, Davenport raises his hands and gives the 'devil's horns' to the crowd around. Lowering the mic to his mouth, he begins to speak in a rather hyper tone. *~


"BOO-YEAH!!! The 'Self Proclaimed Chair Swinging Nightmare' has arrived onto the scene! But why has the astounding, casual death defying, 'Self Proclaimed Chair Swinging Nightmare' arrived you ask?!? Only because there just so happened to be a vacant time slot at this precise time and I just so happened to be in the building! Oh...and I'm hyper. Let's not forget that. But what is the fun with being 'hyper' if your not going to build up some 'hype'? EXACTLY!! So, ladies and gents, boy's and gal's of all th ages!!! Please, for the sake of the hype that is to come, refrain from locking your eyes onto those cheesey nachos and instead lock your eyes onto...The 'Self Proclaimed Chair Swinging Nightmare'!!"


~* He takes a glance around the arena as he draws in a deep breath. *~


"Thank you for your cooperation. Now where to begin with this build up? Ah, perfect-o! One, two, three, four, FIVE!! Five men and women whom are going to grace this very ring for the first time with one another! Five individuals each aiming to make a name for themselves at any cost to their body. Five mortals whom, come Hell, will place their bodies on the line in an epic tale of blood and tears. But what can you expect from such a match? Can you expect the gravity defying stunts of a one high flying mad man? Should you prepare to see the wrath of a woman unbound? Would it be wise to have a mind that enjoys to see people having their bodies twisted in all sorts of unnatural positions? Can you assume that bodies will fall left and right from pure power of the young? Do I need to recommend you keep an eye on a certain person whom has watched one to many Eddie Guerrero matches? Most likely, it'd be best for you to just expect the unexpected from the five of us. After all, who the hell knows what will happen once tha bell rings! Will we all be friends? Shake hands, the have a good ole fashioned fight? I sure as hell hope not!! Why?!? Because HcW is not old fashioned! We are the epitome of the world of Sports Entertainment!!! We are the men and woman who have no fear of getting bloody for the sake of all of you!! HcW is the only place where your going to find men and woman who want to break down the building just to give you a show!! With that said, can you still expect an old fashioned matchup? HELL NO YOU CAN'T!!! Each one of us in that ring will show you what it means to be a HcW Superstar!! White, Christ, Hill, Despo--M.D., and myself will show you why Monday night's are now Hell Night's!!! Don't get me wrog, I still want to win this match, but I'm trying to make sure you know that no matter what the hell happens in that ring, we are the future of the Hardcore Nation!!"


~* He takes another breath as he snaps his right wrist and begins to smile in a mischievious manner. He takes a few deep breaths as he continues on his rant. The crowd is now a mixture of stunned silence and roarig cheers towards this man who has just proclaimed his loyalty to the HcW. *~


"Now let me get back to the branch that I seem to have strayed away from a tad. Five Superstars will face off. Five mortals shall clash in this ring to show their skill...no. No. Not 'Five Superstars', not 'Five mortals', Five future Hardcore Championship Wrestling LEGENDS are going to raise Hell on Hell!!! Five future Legends will strike each other down with the best they have and oh so much more! Each one of them will put up a fight to the end, but only one can walk away victorious. Now let's look at the facts. We've got ourselves a hot headed woman from the streets of New York with a liking for bashing skulls in of those foolish enough to piss her off. We've got the young Canadian powerhouse whose been living it rough since his beginning. We've got the high flying, death defying, 'Child of Darkness' who is guaranteed to soar above the rest and collide with the best. We've got the man with the technical know-how to keep the match all the more interesting. And finally, we've got the 'Self Proclaimed Chair Swinging Nightmare' whom aims to please the people while paying tribute's to the best in the business whom have come and gone!!! Take these five, add one ring and one referee, and you've just given yourself a match that will rival Main Event status!! Now, when that bell rings for the five of us to raise Hell, I want to hear the masses scream for our blood to stream!! You know the name, but do you know my game?! I'm hoping to hear some 'C.S.N.' chants here tonight, so let's get it rolling!! 'C.S.N., C.S.N.'!!! Chant the initials of the 'Chair Swingin' Nightmare'!!!"


~* Davenport slams his mic down aggressively, causeing a piece to chip off. He raises his hands t get the people roaring with hype. Already a thunderous 'C.S.N.' chant is filling the atmosphere as Davenport smiles with joy. His eyes are watery as the chant continues while the camera fades to the HcW logo. *~
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How poetic Gerald thinks to himself as he sits and watches the flame on the candle flicker, fade and die, how very poetic indeed.

The sun is setting and the day is drawing to an end, Gerard Christ is sitting alone in his apartment, looking down at the melted remains of a candle

Gerard: So much we have in common with this candle, so much indeed.

He gets up and walks over to the window, he looks out to view the sunset as he always does. He loves the colours, the beauty of it is remarkable. He stands there arms crossed gazing into the sky, thoughts running though his mind.

Gerard: Like the candle we will all eventfully fade away to nothing. Unfortunately for those I face and Monday night hell, my time is not now

A grin appears on the face of the sinister Gerard Christ as he closes the curtains.

Gerard: The sun has set on another day, and I survive to tell the tale, with only days to go until my HCW debut that’s a good thing. I am looking forward to my debut match, looking forward to finally show the world what I, Gerard Christ is truly capable of.

He walks back over to his chair and sits down.

Gerard: preparation, so much preparation to do, I am no where near ready for this mach, and with only 5 days to go I need to get moving. First thing tomorrow I will get down to the gym, but for now I will relax, I will prepare the mind. After all there Is more to wrestling than fighting, you need to be of sound mind, you to maintain your composer, a task I will surly struggle in, but needless to say I will try my best. I don’t want to go rushing in like a raging bull on the streets of Pamplona. That simply wont do. I will need to pace myself, asses the situation, tackle my problems one at a time, maybe form an alliance. These are the things that will need to be thought out.

He takes a sip from the glass of water on the table next to the chair.

Gerard: I was shocked today to find out I had a match so soon after signing, but to me that is not a problem, more of a challenge, what shocked me further is that there appears to be someone already ready for this match. David Davenport. He certainly seemed to have a lot to say for himself, clearly a man with a troubled mind. Yet deep down we are all trouble so I envy this man for sharing his. Like he so clearly pointed out he and I have many similarities, but they mean nothing in reality, I’m sure that in the future we will have many a great battle, but this is now and this battle will not be a great one, it will be a tough long drawn out battle, and the question I have to put to Davenport, when it comes to the crunch does he have what it takes. I’m sure he will say he does, everyone always does, but I know there are doubts, everyone has doubts.

He takes another sip from his glass, and wipes away a runaway drip from the rip of the glass.

Gerard: The more Davenport said, the more he intrigued me. He was a man with a lot to say, not just about me, but about everyone. He certainly likes to make his opinion known. His an honest man, admitting he could get his ass kicked by a woman takes balls, I mean I’m sure she tough, but if I were to lock in one of my perfectly executed submission holds, I cant see her lasting very long. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against women, I love women. I just hope that I am not expected to take it easy on her because shes got a pair of tits, because I assure her that will not be the case, so if shes hoping for an easy ride shes more than welcome to meet me backstage in my locker room. But the second she gets in the ring she is going to be nothing but an obstacle in my path to victory, my path to superstardom, and that’s somewhere she doesn’t want to be. Compared to her my skill will be highly overwhelming, she will be nothing but a rabbit caught in the headlights, facing its impendent demise.

He gets up out of his chair and walks over to the television set, he switches it off and walks over to the fire place.

Gerard: I love the warmth that fire gives off, the ambient glow its so beautiful, so peaceful, and yet hidden behind that beauty is a raw destructive power, a power hat can not be tamed. Like me, it is unstoppable. A fire burns within me a fire the like that no one has ever experienced, I will burn my way though my opponents, I will topple them one at a time like the way the great fire of London burnt its way though my hometown. I will be unstoppable, unbeatable. My momentum will be un extinguishable. Davenport may think he has the upper hand over everyone, and while I may agree that 80% of what he said was true, he has truly underestimated me. I rarely agree with an opponent, but I think he has managed to sum up Tyrone Hill really well, the guys 19, sure I am only 22 but I still have 3 years on this guy and I know that at such a young age its hard to gain the respect of your peers. HE still has a lot to prove, and unfortunately for him, so do I. This like many, is my debut match in HCW, and I am determined, nay destined to show everyone what I am truly made off. Tyrone I apologise to in advance for what will come of him, I agree everyone deserves their shot at the big time, but this is not your time Hill, the gods have not shone down on you, they have looked down and not deemed you worthy. Why else would they put you in this match? Ask your self that. If you were truly destined to win why was it made so I was in this match, do you not agree?

Gerard walks over to his book shelf and runs his fingers along the spines of the books. He stops at one and pull sit off the self, the title read Nevermore.

Gerard: Unlike you Davenport, Edgar Allen Poe was a genius, the man a way with words, he could read you the alphabet and make it sound like pure poetry, yet you could barely remember a guys name its Matt Despono, You should at least learn a guys name before you get in the ring with him. You see Matt, unlike my fellow competitor davenport, I took the trouble to learn your name. I feel like I am obliged to. Davenport spoke about clipping your wings but breaking your legs, but I feel like that may not be enough, I feel that out of everyone you may be one of the biggest threats to me, how can you hurt a man that uses his body as a weapon? That is the question circling my brain right now. Its certainly is an enigma.

He places the book back on the shelf

Gerard: What to do indeed.? I could just leave you be, let the others worry about you, but I feel that is not the right approach. I feel I may to confront the problem head on, take matters into my own hands. I have set my self the task of taking you out of the match, you will be my primary target ,you will be the one , the high flyer vs. the technician. I will personally eliminate you, as the biggest threat to me. That is of course assuming of course that I have not underestimated you. I may have given you more credit that you deserve, for all I know you could be a coward, a nothing a nobodies, your talent may be nothing but a small figment of my over active imagination. That happens you know, many times I have over estimated my opponent. Its kind off disappointing, I get my hopes up of a real challenge only to step in the ring and find out it’s a huge anti climax. So I begging you Despono do not disappoint me, do not leave me wanting. Bring you’re a game bring your best, but make sure you prepare for the worse.

The fire place is dying down, the flames are slowly dying, the room is getting darker and darker, Gerard goes over to his chair and sits down. He finishes the water on the table next to the chair.

Gerard: It would seem my firing is dying, and my time is drawing to a close, much like the hopes and dreams of David Davenport. He has been the most forward in expressing his views on this match, clearly he has the highest expectations. But that is going to be his own downfall, he may have just bitten off more than he can chew with this. He says that im going to be his core target and I can see why, but that is where his mistake is. If he has any chance of winning this he is going to need my help. He will need to align with me to take out the rest of the competition and then we can square off, only then will we find out which one of us is the more superior technician. You say I will have to adapt and learn to play buy the rules, and as true as this may be, I am not going to stray to far from my roots. Do not get me wrong I am going to give you my all, and I am going to push you further than you have ever been pushed before, but if I have to I will use a chair to finish you off, and I guarantee you I will not get caught because i am just that dam good at it. I will do what it takes to win, I am not going to lose my debut match, and in time I will be on of the biggest names in the business That isn’t a threat it’s a fucking truth. I’m a junkie you’re my fix.


The room fades to black as the fire flickers away and dies, the only light is the glow coming off the embers.

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*~*The room is softly lit with candles and Shanel is sitting down on a chocolate brown leather couch, sipping on a Amaretto Sour. At the sight of a camera, she gently lowers her drink and ties her brown/black hair into a tight ponytail. She is on the phone as she lowers her hands down by her sides. She raises her left hand and with a move of her finger, she gestures the cameras to come closer. As the cameras angle, they zoon directly to her bright brown eyes. She smiles and the camera pans out to show her standing up with a remote in her hand, with a click from the remote, she turns on the television and sits back down. A commercial of HcW’s Monday Night Hell comes on and previews and reviews the card that has been set. She licks her lips gently as you can see the wheels in her head turning.*~*

-->Shanel White: And I could be the winner...

*~**She points at the television screen, as the commercial comes to an end, she lowers her finger and a small laughing sigh is heard.*

-->Quan White: Shanel? Sis?? Whats up? What the hell are you talking about?

-->Shanel White: Nothin big bro. I was just watchin the Promo for my match on Monday. I’m about to leave my house now going to the arena. I guess it's time to show my face.

-->Quan White: Yeah it is. There is no use in sitting on a perfect contract with the HcW.

-->Shanel White: I know… your right. So do you want to come up to the arena and chill with me on the night of my first match? You can watch me!!!


-->Quan White: Yeah that sounds good. Even though you are always wonderful in everything you do, I'll come.

-->Shanel White: Alright boo! I’m walking outside to my car now. When I get a minute I'll call you back and give you some details. OK?

-->Quan White: Ok little sister! Good luck! Call me if you need me, you know where to reach me. Bye!

*~*Shanel hangs up the phone with a little smile on her face and tosses her stuff in the backseat. She gets in the car, starts it, and drives off as the scene fades to a commercial break*~*

~~>HcW Monday Night Hell Promo…

~~~~>“The Eye” Movie commercial…

~~~~~~>McDonalds Commercial…

~~~~~~~~>Sprint PCS Commercial…

*~*The scene fades back in to the last hallway of the arena. The camera man is following behind Shanel, who is looking for her locker room. After a few more seconds, she runs across the door with her name on it. She opens the door and smiles at the sight of the very beautifully decorated locker room. Shanel sets her stuff down and gives the camera man a wave meaning "Go Ahead and get set up” as she goes in the bathroom to change. When she comes out the camera man gives her a once over and smiles, and then counts her in as she takes a seat.*~*


-->Shanel White: How ya'll doing tonight??? [Shanel smiles and the crowd erupts] Now you might have seen me earlier today but I highly doubt that you would be opposed to seeing me again! But you know what? i got a little something on my mind that won’t take up too much time, that I wanted to share with ya’ll... You ready? [crowd cheers] Alright. So my first night on Hell... and it all starts with a contest... which isn’t that bad at all... It’s going to be Gerard Christ, David Davenport, Tyrone Hill, Matt Despono, and myself in a match. Now I’ll be honest I’ve never been in this type of match with [smiles] this many men before! I don’t think many females have. So it’s a new experience for all. [Shanel gets up and starts to walk] See what better way to prove a point to the business than to humiliate them with the beauty and brawn that I am. You know, I enjoy... no I love... taking advantage of any opportunity that comes my way. [Shanel smiles as the crowd cheers] See after this match, everyone here will know exactly where I stand! I am passionate, beautiful, and dangerous, and I want to prove this to them, and any others rising to the challenge. [Shanel flashes another smile and winks] See nobody realizes that the little danger has come. I enjoy making opponent’s lives a living hell... no scratch that... I love to make it a living hell. [giggles again] Its fun! All that is just besides the point, see I found it very interesting that many of the men involved in the match have said that they wouldn’t want to hurt [she sighs as she points to herself] me because I’m a female and things. Well wake up my sweet, sweet men, cause coming from my part, what I’m saying is pure truth! I love danger... it excites me [Shanel smiles] and I’m willing to do anything to get my way. We have all seen some of these men. David Davenport... Gerard Christ… But do we know the other men? Do really know what’s going on their heads? Hell, do you even know what’s going on in mine? Well no! No one knows what I’m about to do... or what I’m capable of doing, except me. And I’m pretty sure the others are feeling the same way. But come very soon I will be in one of the most legendary matches here in the HcW. This match isn’t about gold, or about some damn storyline. This match is about one damn thing... Respect, and by the time the show is over, I will have mine. You see, I believe that one should prove exactly what they are about. Especially someone like me! I know I haven’t been here long, but I’m here and I know everyone is watching my first match. So I will try my damndest to succeed. See I’ll play nice, naughty and even down right dirty if I have to cause I want to win... Oh and If you haven’t noticed I’m not like other women... I’m a bit special. [grins] So from my part... guys... I’m not afraid... I’m not afraid at all. I’m willing to do anything to get what I want. And finally, what you have just seen is the start of possibly one the most dominate forces to come to the HcW. So take a good look at your competition, cause I'm it.



*~*With that, Shanel smiles and walks out the door, with the phone in her hand to call her brother back.*~*
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The scene opens with the camera crew walking in the hotel room of Matt Despono. They find him sitting at a chair looking out the window, the only light in the room is that of a dim lamp. Despono sighs deeply, in constant thought of his match. How am I supposed to go against these odds, is all that's on his mind.

"I have to give credit where credit is due. Davenport, you're a big talker and I almost think thats all you are. But I will have to say that I will not take my eyes off of you. You have this.....How do you say? Vibe about you. A little threatening, yet...Not.. I can see though where I would have to worry. I mean if it was a game of memory I would have no problem. {Smirks} But it's obviously not going to be that way."

Despono runs his fingers through his hair and sighs again.

"Gerard Christ... I don't know who you are.. But I feel as if you're as much of a threat to me, as I am to you. You're a technician wrestler, which honestly can respect. And for you to single me out, point me out and say that I am your prime target.. I respect that, I will be waiting for you at the other side of the ring."

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"Shanel White, very pretty, very smart, and very dangerous. She talked about this match being about respect. See I respect just about everyone in this match, especially her. A lot of women would run around screaming about how they broke a nail or how their hair is gonna get fucked up. But not her, she not afraid to get in the ring with four guys. And in a way I guess I would count that as a threat as well. I mean since she's a woman, I really have no idea of what she's capable of, and that it's self is threatening. Then we have Tyrone Hill. This guy..Well don't really what to think of this guy.. He's doesn't seem to pose a threat to me....To anybody for that matter I really have nothing to say about him."

Despono shrugs and finishes the last of his cigarette and tosses it out the window. He stays seated for a little while longer and laughs slightly.

"I have to admit I enjoyed Christ's question. 'How can you hurt a man that uses his body as a weapon?'. Well Christ I have an answer. You can't...And I as well have a question, and an answer. How do you STOP an man that uses his own body as a weapon. Answer...You CAN'T!"

Despono stands and walks towards the door and stops. He turns and looks directly into the camera.

"See you in HELL."

Despono leaves the hotel room as the scene fades to black.
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The scene slowly opens, "My Sacrifice" by Creed playing in the background. Small clips of a beaten Matt Despono with his hand being raised and shown on the screen. Despono is shown standing out in front of a building. Wearing his black pants, boots, and fishnet shirt he lets his hair fall in front of his face. A smirk slowly appears on the Child of Darkness's face.

"A lot of people have asked me what I'm going to do when I step into this 'Five-Way Slaughter House'. I really don't know what I'm gonna do. I mean physically and mentally I don't think anyone could really prepare for this match, especially a match that is this important to pretty much everyone involved. Really the only plan I have is, go for Gerard Christ. He's my threat as I am his. If I get him taken care of then I'll go for whoever is there. And honestly I don't what it takes to win this match. If walk out of there as the winner and I have broken limbs, I don't care. I will pour blood, sweat, and tears in this match. If the ref is down oh you bet I'll give the 'Chair Swingin Nightmare' a taste of his own steel chair. Shanel White, bring everything got, because I'm pullin out all stops tonight! Tyrone Hill, just sit in the corner curl up in a ball and stay there!"

Despono looks at the camera breathing heavier.

"When I win this match, I'm going to the top, I'm going for the HCW Championship. There's not a damn person on this roster that can stop me. I will break a bone and still come at you like fire! So Davenport. Go ahead! CLIP MY WINGS! I swear to god you'll be pickin yourself up off the mat before you get that chance."

As Despono continues to talk videos of Despono's past wrestling experiences flash upon the screen. Videos of Despono and Mark Payne battling it out until they have nothing left, Despono laying in the corner beaten bloody and Payne laying in the middle of the mat holding his ribs.

"When it's all said and done..The fact of the matter is, I'm walking, or being carted out of the ring the winner!."

Despono turns and goes to walk through a set of door and stop but doesn't turn around.

"I hope they're ready...Because I sure as hell am.."

Despono walks through the doors and the camera pulls back to see Madison Square Garden as the scene fades to black.
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Gerard Christ
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The sun rises on a mild winter’s day, there are no birds to be heard they have all flown south for winter; instead all that can be heard is the sound of urban chaos. Gerard stirs in his bed, as a beam of light shines though his curtain. He covers his eyes and rolls over but it’s no good he is awake now. He sits up and rubs his eyes. His mouth opens and he lets out a yawn. A look of disappointment comes across his face as he looks down at the clock.

Gerard: Ah man, I was hoping for a lay in, but its only 7am, what a jip.

He pushes aside the bed sheets and climbs out of bed; he stretches and reaches for his dressing gown and puts it on.

Gerard: Dam its cold in here.

He walks into the bathroom and looks at his reflection in the mirror.

Gerard: I look like shit, still never mind, too much to do today to care about superficial things. Times ticking and my match is drawing near.

He splashes is face with water then heads out of the bathroom, down the corridor and turns into the room on the left. He flicks the light on and the room is illuminated. The light reflects off the shiny marble surfaces.

Gerard: I had best make sure I have a good breakfast today, lots of training to do and I can’t afford to be getting hungry.

Gerard is about to open the fridge when his phone starts to ring. He reaches over and snatches the phone off the side.

Gerard: Hello

Unknown: You going to be able to pick me my car wont start

Gerard: Can’t you take a cab man, its well out of my way.

Unknown: I would do if I hadn’t lent you my last 50 dollars.

Gerard: Ah shit yeah, sorry man. Ill swing by when I’m done with breakfast

Unknown: How longs that going to be?

Gerard: About an hour to two hours

Unknown: Alright man, ill get my gear ready, grab some munch and ill be waiting for ya.

Gerard: Alright bro, ill catch ya soon.

Unknown: See ya.

With that the phones goes dead, so Gerard hangs up the phone and goes back to his fridge. He opens the door and inspects tem contents. So much to choose from, I don’t know what I want. He rummages around for a bit, before emerging again with a carton of eggs. He closes the door and heads towards the stove. As he goes to place the eggs on the counter they slip and fall on the floor before Gerard has time to react.

Gerard: Shit, Fuck. What a mess, this is a nightmare.

Gerard grabs some kitchen tissues and kneels down to clean up the mess. Picking the
pieces of shell up and putting them back into the box Gerard starts to talk.

Gerard: What a mess. Its amusing though when I think about it. Like these eggs that I shattered by mistake, I will shatter the hopes, dreams and ambitions of one David Davenport. The only difference is, it will be no accident. You see David, I have considered your fate, contemplated what I am going to do you, and I have decided that no matter how much of a worthy adversary you are I can not afford to let you see this though to the end. I have been at HCW no less that a week and I al ready see you as one of my main rivals. Do not ask me why because I myself am unsure, there is just something about you. You may not be a quality wordsmith as I am, but I sense that what you speak is the truth, and that you can back up what you say. That makes you dangerous. Dangerous but not indestructible. Everyone has their weakness, Superman, kryptonite, Vampires, sunlight. All I need to do is find yours.

He puts the egg into the bin

Gerard: As of now I am not sure what that is, but I assure you David, I intend to figure it out. Not only do I got in to a match at 100% willing to give my all, but I also make sure that I have all the facts, make sure I know everything I need to know. Its not long now David, not long till I get right inside your head. I bet you can feel it, I bet your going though mental anguish right now as my words burrow their way into your brain and mess things up in there. I bet you doubts are starting to surface, maybe your even starting to forget things, forget where things are for example. That’s ok though, I have that effect on people, and with the stress your under its hardly your fault. Everyone knows I am to blame David, its ok. Why don’t you chill out, relax, things will come to you when you least expect them. After all take this match for example, I bet you wasn’t banking on your first loss being so soon Know one wants to lose David, its just unfortunate that in this match there must be 4 of them. Least you can take the knowledge of knowing your not the only person to lose in our match up. Does that make it better? Will that help you sleep at night? Knowing that your not the only failure. Maybe it will and maybe it wont, but its not my problem, after all I don’t care about anyone else but me.

Gerard gets up and walks over to the sink and washes his hands.

Gerard: Well looks like egg is out of the pictures, maybe ill just have some freshly ground coffee

He walks over to the coffee machine and puts a new filter in. He opens a fresh bag of coffee beans on pours them in to the grinding section, then readies his cup. The water starts to heat up, the machine grinds up the beans and releases them into the filter. The hot water then filters thought then bean, down the funnel and into the cup. Once the process has finished Gerard raises the cup to his nose and sniffs.

Gerard Nothing smells better then fresh coffee Of course there is a message here. I have ground these beans down to nothing, used them, and now I will dispose of them.

Gerard takes the filter out of the machine and tosses it into the rubbish bin.

Gerard: You see like those coffee beans Shanel, I will grind you down, I will grind you down until your nothing. So you can forget any misconception you may have dreamt up. I saw what you said the other day and it made me gag, not only do you think you can fight by a man, but you think you can intimidate me? Honey your 100% off the mark there, your about as intimidating as pineapple. No forget I said that, a pineapple is more threatening. You claimed you were going to prove a point, and humiliate me, by beating me with beauty and brawn. I admit your quite attractive, but common, hun, look at me I’m the complete package, I got the brains the looks and the moves to match. You can’t beat me in a test of brawn so stop disillusioning yourself. Your just a woman trying to make a name for herself in a male dominated world. Don’t get me wrong I respect that, but please, this is not the time or place for you. Maybe you should start somewhere else, maybe somewhere with less competition, or maybe, and here is something you should consider. Use that body of yours and sleep your way to the top. Its got to be less painful for you, you might even enjoy it. Either way like those coffee beans I will use you, then I will discard you. Think about it.

Gerard takes a sip of his coffee, and spits it back out again.

Gerard: Ah shit, its gone cold now. This breakfast just is not working out for me, I am going to drink some orange juice, then get ready to go.

He goes over to the juicer and flicks the switch on, he places a few oranges in the top and a glass under the spout for the orange to go into. The machine starts up and one my one the oranges are squeeze, and reduced to pulp. The machine stops, and Gerard talks the glass. He takes a sip

Gerard: Dam that’s good.

He finishes the rest of the juice and puts the empty glass into the dishwasher.

Gerard: Wow I just cant stop doing it, everything I seem to do today has some symbolic meaning. First the eggs, then the coffee, and now the juice. It must be a sign. You see Matt, Tyrone. Like these two oranges i will reduce you to nothing one after an other. First Tyrone hill, because lets be fair, if this guy even makes It to the ring it will be a miracle. Of all my opponents he is the one to lazy to make his thoughts known. Maybe he feels he will just turn up, and do the job. Words are to good for him, that he will defeat us with no problems. Maybe he cant string a sentence together who knows. All I know is that a man to chicken to have a battle with words with me, is no man at all. If he does not turn up to this match, he may as well leave, because if there’s one thing I hate it’s a coward, and by not turning up he has done nothing but painted a huge target on his back.

Gerard chuckles to himself.

Gerard: Mat, Matt, Matt your very confident in your abilities, very sure of your self. You were very quick to confirm what I had to say about you which makes me wonder, is that all a front? I mean, you claim that you respect me, and as a technician I’m your biggest threat. Don’t bullshit me boy. I don’t deserve your respect, I have done nothing to have you respect me, all I done was complement you and now your comparing yourself to me. I’m flattered that your making me one of your prime targets but maybe you should reconsider. Maybe a weaker opponent will suit your more, maybe the young Tyrone hill if he shows or even Shanel, shes got a great body but I doubt she can match even you..

Gerard cleans out the pulp from the orange juicer and throws it in the bin.

Gerard: Not long now Matt. I hope you turn out to be as worthy as you say. Remember what I said bring everything you have, draw on every once of talent you have, and pray to go that its even a fraction of enough to take me on. Your body may be a weapon. But I am god dam invincible. I’m the Kevlar suit to your bullet, you may leave a mark, but no damage will be done. Terrible thing about weapon sis matt, they can be used against you. So one of your strongest strengths can become your biggest weakness. Its all good diving at me from the top rope but what if I move? What if I catch you and use you momentum to see you over the top? What if matt? Suddenly you weapon means nothing. Suddenly you become a gimmick less nobody like everyone else. Once the fans realise that, they will stop cheering, they will stop willing you on. They don’t care, they will move onto the next guy that entertains them. You risk you lives for them yet once you disappoint them, once they see the real you its over. Maybe you should be in less of a hurry to entertain, may be you should be like me. Just go down and get the job done. If pain is what you aim to achieve then welcome to the party. I’m a junkie you’re your my fix.

A female shouts out from the other room

Female: Gerard??

Gerard: What’s up baby?

Female: Who are you talking to?

Gerard soon realises that for the last hour or so he has been talking to himself.

Gerard: No one, I have got to go out now, but help your self to something to eat, feel free to shower or what ever.

Female: Ok Gerard, call me when you get a chance.

Gerard: Ok hun will do.

Gerard grabs hi straining bag and walks out the door, he takes his mobile out of his pocket and dials a number

Unknown: Hello?

Gerard: be ready I’m on my way.

Unknown: Ok will do, why so early?

Gerard: Breakfast didn’t go to well, we are going to get something to eat.

Gerard hangs up the phone and gets into his car as the scene fades.






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Shanel White
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*~* The commercial break ends and the footage starts rolling for yet another promo for Monday Night Hell. It is a cold, rainy night, the perfect atmosphere for the night before Hell. The camera crew is following behind Shanel White’s car as it parks in the parking lot of a downtown establishment. The camera pans up to show the name of the restaurant, Ruby Tuesday. Shanel steps out of the car and grabs her bag, then walks up the sidewalk and into the restaurant. They show her talking to the Hostess, and then being led off to a table. The crew tries to follow them, but the manager steps in and causes a commotion. After they get the details cleared up, the crew scans the restaurant to find Miss Shanel. The finally spot her, but cannot get close enough to her to see who she is with. They see the shadow and can hear that the voice is a man’s voice, but nothing else can be determined from the angle that they are in. They zoom in and begin to record the little rendezvous between Shanel and the mystery man.*~*

“The Mystery Man”: Hey Girl… It’s about time your ass got here. I wasn’t gonna wait much longer.

“Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: Calm down boo… you knew I was coming. Plus you know you wouldn’t have stood me up. I know you’re an asshole and all, but I am your weakness.

”The Mystery Man”: My weakness? [He chuckles] If that’s what you think Shanel.

”Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: That’s what I know boo… come here and let me prove it to you.

*~* Shanel leans over the table and begins an extremely passionate kiss with the man, who’s face you still cannot see. In the middle of the kiss the waiter comes to the table and asks for their orders. He orders a Chicken Quesadilla meal and a Dr. Pepper. Shanel orders the Parmesan Shrimp Pasta and a Georgia Peach Martini. Shanel smiles sweetly at the waiter as he finishes writing it down and tells them he will return with their drinks. Once he is gone, they return to their kiss, and after a couple more seconds, they pull away from each other.*~*

“Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: Now what was that you were saying about you not being sure if I’m your weakness?

“The Mystery Man”: You already know what’s up as far as that situation. Fuck that Shanel; let’s talk about this match you are going to be in tomorrow.

“Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: Okay then, let’s talk. What about it? Am I Worried? No. Am I Concerned? No. Am I Scared? Hell no. [Shanel smirks] Why boo? Are you worried about me? [She smiles]

*~*The waiter returns with their drinks and lets them know it will be about 20 more minutes until their food comes out. Shanel thanks the man and sends him on his way.*~*

“The Mystery Man”: Worry about you? For what? If the match doesn’t bother you, then it doesn’t bother me. But what about the individuals? Davenport? He’s one of the best mother fuckers here. I know your tough and all but he’s a beast. And what about Christ? He seems like he doesn’t even consider you a threat. At least Despono and Davenport considered you a threat.

”Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: [Shanel chuckles and takes a sip of her drink] Okay boo, you made some valid points, as did they. As far as Davenport is concerned, I’m sure he is one of the best in the business, and I respect him for admitting that there is the chance that I could hand him his ass in this match. [Shanel smiles] Right now I am seeing him as my biggest challenge. Christ writes me off as an easy task. According to him I’m going to submit to one of his “perfectly executed” holds. [Shanel chuckles again and sighs] The thing about that is, I have never been a submissive woman. Not in education, not in relationships, and not in the bedroom… So why would I start now? [Shanel laughs] And I saw what he had to say about me earlier. “Sleep my way to the top?” [Shanel claps softly] Cute. You are so wrapped up in my physical characteristics that you can’t see the forest for the trees. But then again, who can blame him? If I was a man looking at me, I wouldn’t be able to get past my “Caramel Perfection” either! That’s too bad for him though. It’s such a big mistake. [Shanel shakes her head] I really want Christ to open up his eyes and see what he is dealing with. Yes, there are 3 other men in the ring to be concerned about, but trust me, underestimating me will be the biggest mistake he will ever make in his career. And I can guarantee that! Despono… I think he is a very smart man. [Shanel smiles sweetly] He recognizes some of my best qualities, Beauty, Brains and Danger. He doesn’t quite know what to expect from me, which is a great outlook to have about me, but it can also be a mistake. I hope that he would take some time to read up on me, research me, and find out some of the things I am capable of doing. Because just when he thinks he has me… well… never mind, I’ll just let him find out the hard way. [She flashes the smile again].

“The Mystery Man”: Ok, so what is the plan then, since you “have it under control” like you told me earlier.

“Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: There really isn’t a plan. I do know this though, since Christ and Despono already singled each other out, I think it will be fun to let the little boys go at it. Let them occupy each other, while I deal with whoever is in my face at the moment. Of course, I would never be dumb enough to write them off, men are dirty little things that will attack as soon as they think you are not looking… [Shanel takes another sip of her drink] Typical. All in all, I think this is going to be a very interesting match. A Five way slaughter house? Tomorrow night? This is defiantly HcW history in the making. It’s one for the record books!

“The Mystery Man”: [He chuckles and drinks the Dr. Pepper] I just hope these assholes are ready for you Shanel. If not, they better get ready! Wait, you forgot one thing. What about this Tyrone Hill guy that’s in the match as well? Is he a threat?

”Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: Hill? [She giggles] That poor child hasn’t even shown his face, let alone said anything about the match. It will be like catching a deer in headlights. I’m not in the least bit concerned about him!

”The Mystery Man”: [he chuckles again] Okay, fuck all of that! Let’s talk about us. You’re coming home with me tonight, whether you like it or not! So I hope you brought your overnight bag!

“Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: Overnight bag? [Shanel giggles] for what? I doubt I will need a change of clothes, or any clothes at all really! And if I do, you’ll get me some, you know I always get what I want!

*~*With that, the waiter finally returns with their food. He sets it on the table and hands the gentleman another Dr. Pepper, which he was baldy in need of. The waiter checks that everything is ok before he walks off. The Cameraman starts to zoom out of the area, and the last thing you hear before the commercial break is the laughs of Shanel and her date, and the confused conversation of the camera crew, trying to figure out who she is with.*~*
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