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Opening Night
King Arthur
The Once and Future King
Thousands of fans sat around an open square while music played, waiting patiently. In the middle of some heavy rock song that you can't place at the moment you hear what you want to describe as a loud hissing noise. A little shot of Adrenaline was injected into everyone's veins as the opening theme started and pyrotechnics went off.
"Comin' at ya LIVE from Tampa Bay, Florida, we've got one hell of a show for ya with another night of IGNITION!"
These words, said by veteran commentator Trevor Rogan better known as TR, let you know that the show has officially started. That the International Wrestling Syndication is live and being streamed to people all over the globe. The IWS, home to the most dangerous, the most crazy and unique group of people on the planet. Roughnecks and brawlers, outlaws, freaks with painted faces, daredevils always looking for the next rush, masters of technical wrestling and submission holds, a hitman for the mafia, a man whose crawled out of his own grave, and more giant beasts then the local zoo. Everyone of them putting their body on the line to prove themself the best.
It's enough to get your blood boiling.
"The question on my mind though TR, is: what the hell is Johnny Danger doing in the middle of the ring? We haven't seen or heard from him in months! Not since he put the knife in his so called best friend's back."
That would be TR's partner, Terry "The Duke" Landon's voice ringing in your ear, asking the obvious question.
"Well Duke, I'm sure Johnny is here to tell us just that."
The man himself stood in center of the ring, jeans and a leather jacket and shades, decently well built but no comparison to a lot of the other guys in the back. He raises a microphone to his lips.
"I know, I know, it's good to see me to."
A smug, mocking smile met the audience which they answered with a chorus of boos.
"It's been a long, long time since I have been in one of these rings by myself but I am sick and tired of having to carry another wrestler to glory like a weight on my back or a noose around my throat, always dragging me down. My former partner - yeah, that guy you like to cheer so much - was a PATHETIC LOSER, not even fit to tie my laces! Just"
He stopped or a second to sneer the crowd.
"just like each and every one of you disgusting parasites, sitting in your seats and couches with your beer belly, doing nothing jack shit aside from scratching your ass while I break my back out here every night for your amusement."
Loud jeers echo from the audience cutting him off, making him shake his head and begin walking back and forth in frustration as he waits for them to quiet down before speaking again.
"I'm sick of it! From now on I'm out here for me and only me, I'm here to win, to destroy everyone that comes in my way and I don't give the slightest damn what any of you losers have to say about it."
The man rolls out of the ring, searches around under the apron for a moment before pulling out a kendo stick and gets back in the ring with it in his off hand.
"I'm issuing an open challenge to anyone in the building, come down here and get your ass kicked, be a stepping stone on my path to greatness, be destroyed."
After a moment, he smirked.
"Or, if upon reaching into your pants and finding that YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BALLS, then by all means just keep seated like the scared little chickenshit you are!"
He grabs one end of the kendo stick in both hands and snaps it in half with a vicious knee.
"Just be warned, this is what I'm going to do to you."
The man drops the mic and this, this is your moment. This is when you seize your destiny.
The only question is …... who are you?
[] Male
[] Female
[] Name
[] Rookie, you've been in developments for months now and this is your first live taping but you have worked a few dark shows before
[] Internationally known, you've wrestled for groups all over the world and you've finally made it to the IWS
[] Legacy, either you're related to or the prized student of a former superstar and they managed to get you in the door
[] A Stranger, nobody knows you are here or what you are capable of, you don't work for the IWS yet, you're just a face in the crowd. You were planning to find an opportunity to insert yourself into the company and, well, he did challenge anyone in the building, not just in the roster. Time to jump the barrier.
[] Write In
What stands out the most about you?
[] Power
[] Technique
[] Striking
[] High Flying ability
[] Agility
[] Durability
[] Submission skills
[] Charisma
[] Dirty skills
Choose three, can choose something twice.
For the skill vote I'd like to see plans, the rest of it is by line but skills will be by plan purely so the winning vote is one the players actually want instead of a mishmash that might end with no one happy.
"Comin' at ya LIVE from Tampa Bay, Florida, we've got one hell of a show for ya with another night of IGNITION!"
These words, said by veteran commentator Trevor Rogan better known as TR, let you know that the show has officially started. That the International Wrestling Syndication is live and being streamed to people all over the globe. The IWS, home to the most dangerous, the most crazy and unique group of people on the planet. Roughnecks and brawlers, outlaws, freaks with painted faces, daredevils always looking for the next rush, masters of technical wrestling and submission holds, a hitman for the mafia, a man whose crawled out of his own grave, and more giant beasts then the local zoo. Everyone of them putting their body on the line to prove themself the best.
It's enough to get your blood boiling.
"The question on my mind though TR, is: what the hell is Johnny Danger doing in the middle of the ring? We haven't seen or heard from him in months! Not since he put the knife in his so called best friend's back."
That would be TR's partner, Terry "The Duke" Landon's voice ringing in your ear, asking the obvious question.
"Well Duke, I'm sure Johnny is here to tell us just that."
The man himself stood in center of the ring, jeans and a leather jacket and shades, decently well built but no comparison to a lot of the other guys in the back. He raises a microphone to his lips.
"I know, I know, it's good to see me to."
A smug, mocking smile met the audience which they answered with a chorus of boos.
"It's been a long, long time since I have been in one of these rings by myself but I am sick and tired of having to carry another wrestler to glory like a weight on my back or a noose around my throat, always dragging me down. My former partner - yeah, that guy you like to cheer so much - was a PATHETIC LOSER, not even fit to tie my laces! Just"
He stopped or a second to sneer the crowd.
"just like each and every one of you disgusting parasites, sitting in your seats and couches with your beer belly, doing nothing jack shit aside from scratching your ass while I break my back out here every night for your amusement."
Loud jeers echo from the audience cutting him off, making him shake his head and begin walking back and forth in frustration as he waits for them to quiet down before speaking again.
"I'm sick of it! From now on I'm out here for me and only me, I'm here to win, to destroy everyone that comes in my way and I don't give the slightest damn what any of you losers have to say about it."
The man rolls out of the ring, searches around under the apron for a moment before pulling out a kendo stick and gets back in the ring with it in his off hand.
"I'm issuing an open challenge to anyone in the building, come down here and get your ass kicked, be a stepping stone on my path to greatness, be destroyed."
After a moment, he smirked.
"Or, if upon reaching into your pants and finding that YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BALLS, then by all means just keep seated like the scared little chickenshit you are!"
He grabs one end of the kendo stick in both hands and snaps it in half with a vicious knee.
"Just be warned, this is what I'm going to do to you."
The man drops the mic and this, this is your moment. This is when you seize your destiny.
The only question is …... who are you?
[] Male
[] Female
[] Name
[] Rookie, you've been in developments for months now and this is your first live taping but you have worked a few dark shows before
[] Internationally known, you've wrestled for groups all over the world and you've finally made it to the IWS
[] Legacy, either you're related to or the prized student of a former superstar and they managed to get you in the door
[] A Stranger, nobody knows you are here or what you are capable of, you don't work for the IWS yet, you're just a face in the crowd. You were planning to find an opportunity to insert yourself into the company and, well, he did challenge anyone in the building, not just in the roster. Time to jump the barrier.
[] Write In
What stands out the most about you?
[] Power
[] Technique
[] Striking
[] High Flying ability
[] Agility
[] Durability
[] Submission skills
[] Charisma
[] Dirty skills
Choose three, can choose something twice.
For the skill vote I'd like to see plans, the rest of it is by line but skills will be by plan purely so the winning vote is one the players actually want instead of a mishmash that might end with no one happy.
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A Strange Introduction
King Arthur
The Once and Future King
Without a moment's hesitation you run down the aisle and quickly hop over the barrier separating the crowd from the audience. No song plays to announce your arrival, no one knew you were coming.
"What in the blazes is going on here?! Some guy ran in from the crowd and is heading to the ring! Do you recognize him TR?"
"Recognize him, I can't even see him with that hood covering his face!"
As you slide into the ring Johnny turns to face you, and he must have seen you coming on the Titantron or something because he doesn't waste a second in stomping you as you try to get to your feet. Your body so full of adrenaline and excitement, your blood boiling and ready to go, his offense doesn't slow you down for a second.
Somehow ignoring the kicks raining down on your back you rise to your feet and deliver a punch straight to the man's face, following it up with another and another sending him reeling. When he lunges forward to try and get a little revenge you nail him with an inverted atomic drop, lifting him up and then sticking your knee between his legs to hit his tailbone on the way down.
"I may not know who he is, but I'll tell you one thing Duke …"
Stunned and partially hunched over in pain, Johnny makes a perfect target for your next move. A step evolves into a run and you bounce off of the ropes, coming back to hit him with a picture perfect running neckbreaker.
"He means business."
Not giving your opponent any time to recover you drag him to his feet and lift him up for a suplex. Only, at the apex of the move Johnny Danger somehow reverses your momentum and turns the suplex into a DDT, slamming your head into the ground with a meaty thump.
"Hey may mean buisness TR, but his haste to inflict damage has backfired somethin' fierce!"
He rises to his feet and stares at you in disbelief for a few moments before starting to deliver some vicious blows while you are on the ground. He relaxes his offense for a moment to watch you, waiting for you to rise from the opposite side of the ring, body tense and ready to pounce, and when you do rise to your feet your body is folded in half by Johnny's spear.
"Well, he put on a good show but I think this fan's 3 minutes of fame are over … and it didn't even last 3 minutes!"
Thinking himself victorious Johnny poses over your immobile body before turning around to grab the microphone and resume speaking once more.
"Well … there. We. Go. Now wasn't that a surprise?"
The man shakes his head and, looking around, spots the broken half of the kendo stick he used earlier. He picks it up and points it at your slightly stirring body.
"You see this? No, no, get me a spotlight."
He climbs up one of the turnbuckles, carelessly balanced on the top rope uncaring of the danger of a potential fall, broken kendo stick held high above his head so it can seen as clearly as possible.
"You see this? Broken, just like I said. Now, gotta admit, I wasn't expecting some random guy in the crowd to be my first victim, but hell, if one of these parasites have more guts then all of you losers backstage then that's going to make my--"
Johnny was cut off, unable to finish his sentence as you had snuck up on him while he was talking, climbing up to the second rope on the turnbuckle and slipping your arms around his waist. Without a thought to your own safety you propel yourself away off of the turnbuckle and slam the two of you down to the mat in a devastating German Superplex.
"GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY!"
TR's voice is the first thing you hear, followed a moment later by the cheers of the crowd. Slowly, agonizingly slowly you make your way to the rope and climb you way back to your feet.
"Who is this man? What is his purpose here, his motivation that he'd put himself through such punishment?"
As the Duke rambles on and on you slowly look around and take in the situation. Johnny Danger is laying down with nothing but a moan of pain to show that he's still alive. Microphone is a few feet away and no one is coming down to the ring after you, not yet.
[] Give him your finisher and end this
[] (Fly) Go up high and hit him with a Frog Splash to get another giant pop out of the crowd
[] (Submission) Really lay on the pain and put him in a Boston Crab
[] (Charisma) Shove the microphone in his face and get him to call down a referee to make this an official match.
[] Write in
Speaking of Finishers
[] What is your finisher?
Do you have a particular taunt, feel free to write in more then one
[] Write in
If security comes or anyone else comes before you are finished do you
[] Stand your ground
[] Flee
If you do decide to leave do you
[] Leave the building entirely
[] Avoid attention and run away from security whenever necessary while watching the rest of the show for another opportunity to get involved.
"What in the blazes is going on here?! Some guy ran in from the crowd and is heading to the ring! Do you recognize him TR?"
"Recognize him, I can't even see him with that hood covering his face!"
As you slide into the ring Johnny turns to face you, and he must have seen you coming on the Titantron or something because he doesn't waste a second in stomping you as you try to get to your feet. Your body so full of adrenaline and excitement, your blood boiling and ready to go, his offense doesn't slow you down for a second.
Somehow ignoring the kicks raining down on your back you rise to your feet and deliver a punch straight to the man's face, following it up with another and another sending him reeling. When he lunges forward to try and get a little revenge you nail him with an inverted atomic drop, lifting him up and then sticking your knee between his legs to hit his tailbone on the way down.
"I may not know who he is, but I'll tell you one thing Duke …"
Stunned and partially hunched over in pain, Johnny makes a perfect target for your next move. A step evolves into a run and you bounce off of the ropes, coming back to hit him with a picture perfect running neckbreaker.
"He means business."
Not giving your opponent any time to recover you drag him to his feet and lift him up for a suplex. Only, at the apex of the move Johnny Danger somehow reverses your momentum and turns the suplex into a DDT, slamming your head into the ground with a meaty thump.
"Hey may mean buisness TR, but his haste to inflict damage has backfired somethin' fierce!"
He rises to his feet and stares at you in disbelief for a few moments before starting to deliver some vicious blows while you are on the ground. He relaxes his offense for a moment to watch you, waiting for you to rise from the opposite side of the ring, body tense and ready to pounce, and when you do rise to your feet your body is folded in half by Johnny's spear.
"Well, he put on a good show but I think this fan's 3 minutes of fame are over … and it didn't even last 3 minutes!"
Thinking himself victorious Johnny poses over your immobile body before turning around to grab the microphone and resume speaking once more.
"Well … there. We. Go. Now wasn't that a surprise?"
The man shakes his head and, looking around, spots the broken half of the kendo stick he used earlier. He picks it up and points it at your slightly stirring body.
"You see this? No, no, get me a spotlight."
He climbs up one of the turnbuckles, carelessly balanced on the top rope uncaring of the danger of a potential fall, broken kendo stick held high above his head so it can seen as clearly as possible.
"You see this? Broken, just like I said. Now, gotta admit, I wasn't expecting some random guy in the crowd to be my first victim, but hell, if one of these parasites have more guts then all of you losers backstage then that's going to make my--"
Johnny was cut off, unable to finish his sentence as you had snuck up on him while he was talking, climbing up to the second rope on the turnbuckle and slipping your arms around his waist. Without a thought to your own safety you propel yourself away off of the turnbuckle and slam the two of you down to the mat in a devastating German Superplex.
"GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY!"
TR's voice is the first thing you hear, followed a moment later by the cheers of the crowd. Slowly, agonizingly slowly you make your way to the rope and climb you way back to your feet.
"Who is this man? What is his purpose here, his motivation that he'd put himself through such punishment?"
As the Duke rambles on and on you slowly look around and take in the situation. Johnny Danger is laying down with nothing but a moan of pain to show that he's still alive. Microphone is a few feet away and no one is coming down to the ring after you, not yet.
[] Give him your finisher and end this
[] (Fly) Go up high and hit him with a Frog Splash to get another giant pop out of the crowd
[] (Submission) Really lay on the pain and put him in a Boston Crab
[] (Charisma) Shove the microphone in his face and get him to call down a referee to make this an official match.
[] Write in
Speaking of Finishers
[] What is your finisher?
Do you have a particular taunt, feel free to write in more then one
[] Write in
If security comes or anyone else comes before you are finished do you
[] Stand your ground
[] Flee
If you do decide to leave do you
[] Leave the building entirely
[] Avoid attention and run away from security whenever necessary while watching the rest of the show for another opportunity to get involved.
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