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...PRESENTS...


Credit to ABrown for this amazing poster

Location: London, England
Arena: Wembley Arena
Capacity: 18,000


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(Huge thank you to TimmyBuddy for these awesome match cards)


Triple Threat Match
Mike Damage vs. Brad Ashton vs. Max Killings



Singles Match
Serenity Skye vs. Marcus Kendall



Singles Match
Whisper vs. Jensen



Singles Match
Crowley vs. Bruce Thorn Jr.



Singles Match
Gino Galucci vs. Freddie Vos



Singles Match
Legacy Championship Tournament Finals
Winner is crowned the NEW Legacy Champion
Cheri Hayven vs. Reggie



Triple Threat Match
For the World Heavyweight Championship
Dr. Nero vs. Kyle Elric (c) vs. Xander Black


(Card is subject to change and may not appear in the order you see them)

Deadline for RPs: February 9
(You'll be given a 24 hour reminder before the deadline passes)

If you need an extension, please ask for one early. Only the person who asks for an extension and the person they're against in the match are given the extension. NOT the whole roster.

Questions
1. Predict the winners of the matches.
2. Which match starts the show?
3. Will the World Title change hands?
- Winner gets feedback and rep from me -
 
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#4 ·
ONE WEEK BEFORE RIGHT TO RULE:


PWC Interviewer Kira Wells and a camera man by the name of Josh Bennett arrive at the Southwest Florida International Airport and they are nervous and excited at the idea of meeting new PWC prospect Brad Ashton.

They get their bags, they check out and not long after they start walking through the terminal, Josh takes his camera out of his bag and starts filming for the assignment from PWC that they were both given to document Brad...


JOSH: Smile for the camera Kira!

KIRA: Oh my god Josh! Are we starting it already? Okay, okay let me just get ready...*ahem* Hi guys my name is Kira...

JOSH: Oops, hold on, we forgot your microphone.

*Josh takes a microphone out of his bag and hands it to Kira*

KIRA: Oh Josh, you are literally so cute! I don't know what I'd do without ya, hehe.

*Josh smiles, blushes and looks slightly down to his feet*

JOSH: Uh...uh...uh...um *nervously laughs* okay you ready? Alright I'll count it down, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... *points camera at Kira and presses record*

KIRA: Hi guys, my name is Kira Wells and we've just arrived at the Southwest Florida International Airport where we will be meeting up with PWC's newest acquisition, Brad Ashton. Now I'm excited to meet Brad as I've heard wonderful things about him. He's come from companies such as TDL, Mafia Madness and Turbo120's FC Promotions where he's made quite a few splashes. Plus I heard he's quite the looker, hehe.

*Josh frowns at the mention of Brad being a looker*

KIRA: Now we're supposed to be meeting him outside the airport where he will be picking us up and taking us around Fort Lauderdale to give us a little peak inside his mind. What will we find? I myself am completely unaware of the man that is Brad Ashton but best believe we will be finding something insightful and revealing for you folks, stay tuned PWC fans!

*Josh presses stop on his camera*

KIRA: How was that? I know it's my first time doing a job for PWC but I hope I didn't sound over-excited.

JOSH: You were awesome! Your beauty and charisma shine through the cam and that take couldn't have been better.

*Kira blushes*

KIRA: You always know how to make a girl feel better Josh. Thank you so much!

*Kira hugs Josh unexpectedly and Josh has a genuinely surprised face which turns into an appreciative smile*




Kira and Josh eventually arrive at the airport's pick up bay out front and enjoy the sights of the sunny weather and the palm trees that Florida has to offer.

However, Brad has not yet shown up and he was supposed to be there when they arrived. They take a seat on a bench and engage in light small talk which leads to a D&M conversation for about 2 hours until Kira realizes Brad is very late, her mood changes quickly...


KIRA: Where the hell is this guy?!? He was supposed to be here 2 hours ago!

*Kira angrily pulls out her phone out of her pocket and tries to call Brad in hopes of an answer*

*Josh secretly hopes that Brad never shows up*

JOSH: I'm sure he'll be here soon but man what a douche. If I was a pro wrestler, I wouldn't leave someone like you waiting.

*Kira smiles and grabs Josh's left hand*

KIRA: You're so sweet Josh, I have a feeling we're going to be great friends!

JOSH: Uh huh. Yeah. *laughs lightly*

*Josh is disappointed*




Suddenly, a royal blue 1998 Nissan Skyline GTR, playing "Mustang Nismo" from its speakers so loudly the whole airport can hear, fastly and furiously drives into the airport carpark and drifts into one of its parking bays...perfectly. Josh catches all of this on his camera.



Brad steps out of the car, loosens his shoulders and rests himself on his car. He has a very cocky demeanor. He spots Kira and Josh and shoots a "it looks genuine but I'm not too sure" smile towards that direction.

Kira blushes but has an unimpressed look on her face. Josh looks at Kira then looks at Brad and has a "who the fuck does this guy think he is?" face. They quickly go over to him to get some good material for their assignment. Josh is still filming.


*Annoyed but not enough for anybody to see it...except Brad, Kira puts on her hand for handshake*

KIRA: Brad? Hi. I'm Kira, I'll be interviewing you for the assignment today.

*Brad looks into Kira's eyes, takes her hand, brings it up to his face and kisses it*

BRAD: Charmed.

*Kira pulls her hand away, looks at it and shoots a shocked look towards Brad's way. She is blushing.*

*Josh steps in and offers a his own handshake*

JOSH: *ahem* I'm Josh and I'll be the cameraman for today. Shall we get going?

*Brad makes an unimpressed smile*

BRAD: *taps Josh on the shoulder* Pffft. Cameraman for what? Ohhhhh the assignment thingy. Well we won't be needing you for the first portion, I got a dash cam set up in my Nissan. I'll just give you the footage and you can splice it together or whatever. You can film when we get to my house tho. Anyway, Kira, step in and we can get going.

*Brad opens the shotgun seat door for Kira and she gets in and chucks her bags in the back seat*

*Josh reaches for the back seat door handle to which Brad stops him*

BRAD: Whoa little man. You're not coming with us. Didn't I already say I had camera? Besides, I prefer if it's just me and her one-one-one in the interview. It allows me to open up and shed some personal details that I probably wouldn't divulge if there was a 3rd person present sticking a camera in my face.

*Kira gets annoyed and raises her voice at Brad*

KIRA: Well how the hell is he gonna get to the house then?!?

BRAD: Calm down pretty lady, it's not good for your skin. Plus it's pretty unprofessional.

*Kira is angry and is about to shout at Brad until...*






A yellow first generation Volkswagen Golf blasting "Bandolero" rolls up into the airport carpark and drifts into a parking spot next to Brad's car...perfectly.

A Mexican guy named Pedro Ramirez who has boofy black hair and a moderately haired mustache sticks his head of the window to greet Brad...

PEDRO: Ola' Brad! You too fast for me mang! We no race again yeh? Okay you want to me transport that ****** now?

BRAD: Hey Pedro! You didn't do too bad. You just gotta remember not to use your NOS too early next time okay?

*Brad looks at Josh*

BRAD: Okay Josh, you're going with Pedro. You guys are going to follow us to my house...chill out mang, don't look so disappointed, Pedro has some fine weed in his car that you can partake in on the way...not that I've ever smoked it. Oh well, enjoy!

*Josh is mortified*

JOSH: Uh...uh...I don't I'm gonna go with him. I'm sure he's a nice guy and all but I gotta stay with Kira. We're a team.

KIRA: Aww Josh, I can take care of myself and so can you. Don't worry about me okay mister?

*Josh has disagreement in his face but then gives a light smile*

JOSH: Okay Kira...get the juicy scoop okay?

BRAD:*Brad claps once* Okay that settles it then. Josh buddy, have fun on your playdate with Pedro. Mom and dad gotta talk serious words okay kiddo?

*Brad pinches Josh's cheek but then Josh slaps it away*

*Josh turns off his camera and gets into the car with Pedro*

PEDRO: Hey mang. You know why they won't allow me in airports? Because they know my weed is da bomb ese'! Ready to experience heaven homes?

*Josh has a disapproving look on his face but then lets go and nods in agreeance*

*Brad then proceeds to get in his car and everyone drives off with Pedro's car following Brad's car*




Kira attempts to start a conversation almost immediately after they hit they road Brad but he shushes her and plays "Dead on Arrival" to which they both listen to in silence.



". . .This conversation's been dead on arrival...and there's no way to talk to you...this conversation's been dead on a - rivalry goes so deep...between me and this loss of sleep over you..."

"This is side one...flip me over. I know I'm not your favorite record. The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So I'm writing you a chorus and here is your verse..."

After the song finishes, he fiddles with the dash cam and turns it on...


BRAD: Ahh there we go! All ready for our little interview. Now you can speak love. What did you want to ask?

*Kira thinks about asking a professional question...she does in a way, but the manner she asks it...not so professional*

KIRA: Are you always this much of a dick?

BRAD: *Brad smirks* Hey! Words hurt ya know? Look, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot and I'm being a little misunderstood here. Maybe we should re-introduce ourselves. *Brad puts out his hand* Nice to meet you, I'm Brad. *Brad smirks again*

*Kira folds her arms in defiance*

KIRA: What am I misunderstanding? You were so mean to Josh. What gives you the right to do that?!?

*Brad retracts his hand*

BRAD: Whoa settle down little lady. Look, I actually like Josh. He reminds me a lot of me. And in the end, all these little pushes I'm giving him, is going to make him a stronger person...just like I'm doing with you.

KIRA: How? By making us wait 2 hours at the airport? Hmph. I'm surprised you weren't riding a skateboard. Probably would have taken you as long to get there if you did.

BRAD: Girl's got jokes huh? Haha nice. Well the reason I wasn't riding a skateboard is because while it may be a huge part of my life and it's my passion and I'll bring that to PWC and blah blah blah, I'm certainly not going to take it to the airport which is a 30 minute drive from my house. Just because I skate, it doesn't mean I don't know how to drive a car.

KIRA: Okay then, so what were you doing for an hour and a half?

BRAD: ...

KIRA: Cat got your tongue Brad?

BRAD: Listen, I'd rather not say. So if you don't mind, next question please?

KIRA: Wow. Here you are this cliche, cocky, pretty boy and all of a sudden you're on the back foot? *Kira scoffs* Must be something embarassing...

BRAD: It's not embarrassing, it's just none of your business. So next question please.

KIRA: Fine. I didn't know there were touchy subjects with you...anyway let's talk about PWC and your journey there. Starting from the beginning, what was your first experience with pro wrestling and from there, how did it lead you to signing with PWC?

BRAD: ...There's a lot of things you don't know about me...but I have a feeling you will know a lot of them as time goes on. Sooooo, my first experience with pro wrestling - One day I was riding on my skateboard down some beach road with short warehouse like buildings in Fort Lauderdale and I saw through some windows that these guys were doing some beautiful moves. So I decided to go inside and check it out. Almost straight away a fat, stinky, sweaty man by the name of Toby Madden approached me and said "100 bucks for a lesson kid, if you don't have it get out."

KIRA: Oh god. As a kid, that must have been intimidating.

BRAD: Nope. Nothing really intimidates me. I experienced all my intimidation way earlier in my life...anyway I said to him "listen you fat fuck, my board is worth 200 bucks, now you check that up on your computer and type with your fingers which will look like Twinkies bashing the keyboard, I'll wait..." I put my board on the floor and kicked it towards him at that point.

KIRA: That can't have ended well...

BRAD: On the contrary, he did exactly what I said. Then he took my board, told me his son needed a birthday present and presto! I was a student of Toby Madden's Wrestling School. I saw in his eyes that he appreciated my backbone.

KIRA: So if your skateboard added up to two lessons, how did you pay for the rest?

BRAD: I made money wrestling on local and interstate shows and Toby pocketed all of it for "payment". Even when I made more than the lesson fees. He didn't leave me a dime. I played dumb but don't worry, I got my skateboard and all the funds I earned back. That's a story for another time tho...

KIRA: So how much do you think Toby and his wrestling school contributed to where you are today?

BRAD: Absolutely zero. All Toby ever did for me was take my board, sit his fat ass in his office, come out of it when he needed a pop tart and tell me I was shit. All the other students there were useless as well. There's only one man that I need to thank for getting me to where I am.

KIRA: Let me guess, yourself?

BRAD: *Brad laughs* Somebody had to teach me the basics Miss Wells! For me it was the assistant coach, he was one of the greatest high-flying luchadors in all of Latin America at one point. But he also had a great American style and taught me proper technique. Throw in some MMA he learned in Japan and it equals THE best style in the world. My style is largely influenced by him.

KIRA: Wow. You think very highly of him don't you? I'm glad you do of somebody...are you close with him?

BRAD: Well he got the PWC scouts down to my last show so for that I owe him my life. But not in the way that when people say that, they feel obligated and bound to a person. I'm happy to be there when he needs me. I feel it's an unconditional love...a love that I haven't even experienced with my so called "real" family. Hell, I love him more than myself. So yeah you could say we're pretty close at the moment.

KIRA: *Kira smiles due to feeling all warm and fuzzy inside* I have to say I'm surprised. You've shown me two completely different sides of you and I've only known you for 30 minutes. Which side is the real you?

BRAD: *Brad laughs* Everybody has two sides to them. I just choose to act on one because acting on the other all the time will get you hurt most of the time. Take you and the way you act with Josh for example. You're kind, honest and free with him. I guess that's because Josh isn't likely to hurt you. But when I come into the picture, you're passionate, feisty and intense. That's because I'm the exact opposite of Josh. So there you go. Two sides. Both as real as each other.

KIRA: *Kira blushes like a strawberry* Uh...uh...uh...um *nervously laughs* So you're debuting at the Right to Rule PPV in one week. Do you feel there's any extra pressure or importance as opposed to if you were debuting at a Vortex?

BRAD: Pressure, no. Importance, yes. Why would I feel pressure when I know I am the best in the world at this? No phony catchphrases. I'm going to go to the Wembley Arena and treat it like as if I were wrestling in a high school gymnasium because if I start thinking "OMG THIS IS A BIG MATCH" and start getting crazy about it, I won't be calm. To me, calm is control. And when you have control, you can do anything you want. Including winning a match. But I know the importance of the match tho. Big PPV, debut match...I know I when win, the opportunities come flying in my lap. But the difference between me and other people is, I don't get excited about it. Getting excited messes with the calm psyche that I try to achieve. So I know it's important, but I have to think to myself "who cares?"

KIRA: So with you feeling no pressure, what do you think about your opponents Mike Damage and Max Killings? Have you studied them at all? If so, what do you think are their strengths and what do you think are their weaknesses?

BRAD: I think with corny names like that, they should be axed from the company. Seriously. And people in the wrestling business and wrestling fans wonder why fans of the past are critical of wrestling. The victory at Right to Rule is going to be for the real world and people in tune with reality. You want to know what their strengths and weaknesses are? Strengths = nothing. They can have a great performance but when they're unable to beat me, nothing in their game is really strong isn't it? Weaknesses = everything. I'm going to find holes in every aspect of their game which will lead to them getting pinned or submitted at my hands and prove that statement to be correct.

KIRA: Hmm, somethings I agree with, somethings I don't. So what's going to be your inspiration to beat them?




Brad's face and demeanor suddenly changed from confident but light-hearted to serious and grave.


BRAD: My...ins...piration? *Brad's eye twitches*

KIRA: Yeah! I want to know what you use as your fire, your fuel, what you're thinking when wrestling other guys to get the win.

BRAD: No you don't.

KIRA: Oh come on Brad! I need this for the assignment remember?

BRAD: This interview is over. *Brad turns off the dash cam*

KIRA: *Kira's face and demeanor changes from playful to worried* Brad what's wrong?

BRAD: I can't tell you what it is. I can only show it to you. And I guarantee you won't like it so brace yourself.




Brad misses the exit where he was supposed to get off and arrive at his Fort Lauderdale home. He the speeds up the car to 100km/h to which Pedro follows him and is on his tail. There is a look in his eye that indicates anger and fear at the same time.


KIRA: *Kira is slightly frantic* Brad...where are we going?

BRAD: I've shown you two sides to myself, but I would feel like a phony if I didn't show you all of me.

KIRA: I don't understand...

BRAD: You will soon enough.




Kira continues to press Brad for information to no avail as he remains silent the rest of the trip.

Both cars eventually arrive at a dilapidated two-story house which looks like it was fully white once upon a time but age has chipped away most of the paint. The house has not been occupied in years...


KIRA: What is this place?

BRAD: This is where me and my..."family" used to live.

KIRA: And I can I ask about th...

BRAD: No, you may not.

*Brad exits the car and slams the door firmly and meets with Pedro on the front lawn who is helping an almost incapacitated Josh stand, Kira follows*

KIRA: What the hell happened to him?!?

PEDRO Odele' Brad! Man can this ****** smoke or what ese vato? He burned through of my stash homes!

JOSH: Uhhhhh *sniffs* are we on Mars or something?

BRAD: Okay Pedro here's what I want you to do. You're gonna put Josh inside and rest him on upstairs in my room. Then you're gonna take his camera and tripod and set it up in the living room and you're gonna film for the assignment that these guys have to do, can you do that for me brother?

PEDRO: No problemo homes!

*Pedro stops and quietly asks Brad a question so Kira can't hear*

PEDRO: Listen man, I know what this house is to you, are you sure you want to go back in it compadre?

BRAD: This girl wants to know me Pedro. The real me. I have to give that to her. Even with risking what might happen and her not being able to stand me after.

*Pedro nods and gets Josh, his camera and tripod in the house*

KIRA: You want to tell me what this is all about?

BRAD: I'm helping you get the juicy scoop for your assignment aren't I? You're about to experience an important piece of the puzzle that is Brad Ashton. So, come on inside.




Brad opened the front door and he and Kira walked into a simple and quaint living room.

Pedro had set up the tripod with the camera in between a small, old fashioned TV that was on a tabletop and a tattered lamp facing a beige couch. He was behind the camera ready to film.

A wooden chair was set up next to the couch for Kira to sit in while Brad would lay down on the couch. Both take their seats and Pedro presses record.


KIRA: So, are you going to tell me a little bit about this house?

*Brad starts to breath lightly in between every few words*

BRAD: Well *breath* this is the house that I grew up in and *breath* and I'll never forget it *breath* even when I'm wrestling *breath*.

*Kira is very curious and knows she may be pushing it a little bit with her next question*

KIRA: Okay, now I mentioned your family earlier and maybe you don't want to talk about them. But that's okay. But just in case, can you give me and idea of what they were like and if they supported you to you journey to PWC?

*Brad starts to breath moderately between every few words*

BRAD: No it's okay *breath* *breath* you just caught me a little off guard *breath* *breath* or actually my guard was *breath* *breath* way up haha *breath* *breath* so my family *breath* *breath* quite frankly were horrible people *breath* *breath* they didn't support it at all *breath* *breath* always told me *breath* *breath* to do a real sport *breath* *breath* like MMA or *breath* *breath*

*Kira is very concerned*

KIRA: Are you alright Brad? Do you want some water or something? Pedro can you...

BRAD: No it's alright. Let's continue. I'm good.

*Brad was lying*

*Kira is reluctant to ask the next question*

KIRA: So, taking into account this house and your family, how do they or how much do they contribute to your mindset when wrestling?

*Brad starts to breath heavily between every few words*

BRAD: Well *breath* *breath* *breath* they just kinda *breath* *breath* *breath* and they *breath* *breath* because *breath* *breath* *breath*

*Brad takes a huge gasp and is taken back to his childhood...*

BRAD'S DAD: Say hello to Sid, Braddy Boy!

BRAD'S MUM: *cackles loudly* You're gonna join the family business baby!

*High-pitched female scream*

YOUNG BRAD: No, no, no, no, noooooooo!
*Brad suddenly jumps up from the couch and starts tearing down the curtains next to the couch and punches out both windows, surprisingly his hands are not bleeding. Brad then turns his attention to the TV that was in the corner and kicks it several inches into the wall*

*Kira at this point has moved back to the wall opposite to the windows and Brad spots her. Brad walks over to with a crazy look in his eye and grabs her by her arms and pushes her up against the wall firmly. Pedro is still filming*

BRAD: *breath* EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS GODFORSAKEN PLACE AND THE PEOPLE THAT LIVED IN IT CLINGS TO ME WHEN I WRESTLE!

KIRA: Brad...

BRAD: DAMAGE AND KILLINGS WANT TO TALK TOUGH LIKE THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH SOMETHING? I'VE EXPERIENCED MORE "DAMAGE" AND "KILLINGS" IN THIS HOUSE THAN THEY HAVE IN THEIR SMALL, INSIGNIFICANT, MINUSCULE LIVES! WHAT THE HELL COULD THEY EVER DO TO ME?!?

KIRA: Brad...

BRAD: THAT'S WHY I CALM. BECAUSE I KNOW THAT NO MATTER WHO'S ACROSS THE RING FROM ME, BE IT 2 OR 200 MEN, THEY CANNOT BRING ANY PAIN THAT HASN'T ALREADY BEEN BROUGHT TO ME! AND THAT PAIN...*slams Kira against the wall* THAT'S THE PAIN THEY WILL ALL FEEL WHEN THEY STEP INTO THE RING WITH ME!

KIRA: BRAD LET GO OF ME! YOU'RE HURTING ME!

*Brad lets go of Kira and his face goes from a crazy to confused look. He looks at his hands and they are mildly shaking. He then looks up at Kira who is angry and frightened at the same time*

BRAD: I'm s...

*Suddenly a tumbling then a thud coming from the stairs can be heard. It's none other than Josh who stands up and dusts himself off. He then runs at Brad with great running technique*

JOSH: Don't worry Kira! I'll save you!

*However Josh misses the shoulder tackle he was intending to land on Brad due to Brad side stepping and tripping him. Josh falls face first onto the floor*

*Brad then helps him up, dusts him off, looks him dead in the eyes then puts his hands on his shoulders*

BRAD: *eerily cheery tone* Josh! Grew some balls in the friendzone have ya?

*Brad then proceeds to launch his shin into Josh's groin and Josh falls to the floor grabbing his groin and writhing on the floor in pain*

BRAD: How they working out for ya?

*Kira then lunges at Brad and gets off a three punch boxing combo on him*

KIRA: You're a monster! You're a fucking monster!

*Brad is clearly surprised and gives off a light smile*

BRAD: ... Pedro, can you please get Kira, put her in your car and take her back to her hotel or wherever she's staying?

*Pedro without hesitation goes over to Kira and grabs her by the waist from behind with one hand*

*Kira is punching, kicking and screaming in the air trying to hit Brad while Pedro has her in his arm*

PEDRO: Calm down chicha. I'll explain everything just hold...

*Kira lands some back elbows on Pedro which scrambles Pedro but Pedro keeps holding Kira and takes her out of the house*

KIRA: You son of a bitch Brad! You're gonna get what's coming to you bastard! *spits at Brad*

*Brad takes a moment to survey the situation then turns his attention to Josh who is on the floor. He then kneels on the floor and runs the back of his hand down Josh's cheek*

BRAD: Oh Josh, what are we going to do with you?

*Brad then spots that the camera is still filming. He walks over to it and turns it off calmly*

***
 
#6 ·
You don't need to hide your RPs here. It's not the TDL :lol

Your opponent is forbidden from referring to anything in your RP or making use of it in anyway, if he does so, it's an automatic loss.

Also you can make edits to your RP anytime before the deadline.
 
#7 ·
Might need an extension for this as I'm trying to shape this up to be the GOAT PR.



I know but it's not finished yet, me putting here but making it hidden just makes it easier to modify than if it were on Word or in the PM messaging myself 100 times.

Once it's finished the PWC Universe can look at it in all of its glory and will clamor for me getting a top spot in this company!
 
#8 ·
(Y)

Speaking of extensions, need one myself. 24 hours please.
 
#13 ·
You, me and Saber should totally do a "The 100" inspired stable HN.

We could be Sky People, or Grounders or Reapers. PWC Ratings through the roof.
 
#16 ·
Idk HN, you should rock a NPC with a Jaha avatar maybe :side:
 
#17 · (Edited)
Deadline has been extended. Check the OP. These better be some awesome RPs ;) Make some predictions guys!

And stop talking about The 100 because I'm only on season 1 :(
 
#18 ·
I would but I really don't know 90% of the characters on the card :lmao


Good thing in a way, lot of new blood, so PWC will keep going strong.
 
#20 ·
No need for an extension. But i will answer them questions.
1) The Match Predictions:

Max Killings VS Mike Damage VS Brad Ashton

Serenity Sky VS Marcus Kendall

Whisper VS Jensen

Crowley Vs Bruce Thorn Jr

Freddie Vos VS Gino Galucci

Legacy Championship Match:
Cheri Hayven VS Reggie

World Heavyweight Championship Match:
Dr Nero VS Kyle Elric VS Xander Black


2) The Crowley/Bruce Thorn JR match goes first

3) Yes, Nero Wins it!
 
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#79 · (Edited)
World Heavyweight Championship Match:
Dr Nero VS Kyle Elric VS Xander Black
World Heavyweight Championship:

This is even more though lol

-Dr. Nero - Kyle Elric - Xander Black
Match Predictions

World Heavyweight Championship Match:
Dr Nero VS Kyle Elric VS Xander Black
1. Predictions:

World Heavyweight Championship
Dr. Nero vs Kyle Elric (c) vs Xander Black
-It came down to me between Elric and Nero, but I have to put this one in favor of Nero.
ATF's Predictions

World Heavyweight Championship
Dr. Nero vs Kyle Elric (c) vs Xander Black
Awesome match up here. All the rp's are going to be tremendous. I go with Nero because he has something to prove. He also has Nurse Ellie.
Triple Threat Match
For the World Heavyweight Championship
Dr. Nero vs. Kyle Elric (c) vs. Xander Black
:lel

 
#21 ·
Well I didn't see the questions.

-Max Killings - Mike Damage - Brad Ashton

-Serenity Skye - Marcus Kendall

-Whisper - Jensen

-Crowley - Bruce Thorn Jr.

-Freddie Vos - Gino Galluci

--------

Legacy Championship Match:

-Cheri Hayven - Reggie

This is a tough one

World Heavyweight Championship:

This is even more though lol

-Dr. Nero - Kyle Elric - Xander Black


*Gino/Vos is the match who start the PPV.*

*Yeah we are going to have a new champion.*
 
#22 ·
Match Predictions

Max Killings VS Mike Damage VS Brad Ashton

Have previous experience with both Killings and Damage but after seeing the example RP from Ashton I'm going to go out on a limb and pick him. He has a lot of potential already with the character and the example RP he has shown so if he lives up to it I can definitely see him taking the win.

Serenity Skye VS Marcus Kendall

This will be close. I love reading Skye's RP's but I am confident in what I have planned for this RP and I think I can surprise and blow some people's minds. I have to go with myself seeing as I have confidence in what I can bring to the table.

Whisper VS Jensen

Interesting match up. Whisper's RP style so far is certainly interesting however I am loving the storyline surrounding Jensen right now and I feel he just has the stronger material right now to work with pull off the victory.

Crowley Vs Bruce Thorn Jr

Way too close to call. Bruce is always fun to read and Crowley seems to be getting better and better and more into the character. I literally did a coin toss because I couldn't pick. It landed on heads which is Crowley.


Freddie Vos VS Gino Galucci

Galucci is so fun to read but Vos is an absolute monster at his best. I think he will bring his A game to defeat the Italian Pizza man.

Legacy Championship Match:
Cheri Hayven VS Reggie

Reggie's style is very weird and unique which makes this an interesting match up. Cheri however has been on a role and her RP's have been fantastic. One of my favourites to read so I have to go with her.


World Heavyweight Championship Match:
Dr Nero VS Kyle Elric VS Xander Black

Definitely the hardest match to judge and it could go to either one of the three if they come with their A game. However I cannot go against the champ. At his best he has been damn near unbeatable and whilst I think it is his toughest test yet I do not think he's losing the title here.

Who Starts the PPV? My gut feeling tells me it will be Galucci vs Vos. They have a bit of a rivalry heading in and will start out the PPV as white hot as it can be.

Will the title change hands? No, Elric will remain champ.
 
#23 · (Edited)
"I'm sorry, but I've got to take this call. It's my sister."

Michael Atwood steps away from the man with whom he was making small talk with at the airport in Berlin. He puts his phone to his ear.

Michael: Hello? Melanie?

Melanie: Hey. I was just checking up to see how you were doing.

Michael: I'm about to leave for my flight to London. Anything else?

Melanie: Do you always have to be so hostile? I was just checking up, since you hadn't bothered to call since your match.

Michael: I'm... I'm sorry. I haven't been in a great mood since Vortex.

Melanie: Don't be so hard on yourself, Mikey. It's not like you lost the match.

Michael: Yes, I did.

Melanie: You weren't even the one that got pi-

Michael: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHETHER OR NOT I GOT PINNED I.... I'm sorry, again. I didn't mean to. You know how much I hate losing.

Melanie: No, I'm sorry. I never should have asked.

Michael: You're fine, really. Anyway, how are you and dad doing?

Melanie: I'm still looking for a job, but you know how hard it is, with how much time I've been spending taking care of dad and all. He's not doing all that well, you know.

Michael: I'd like to be there to help, I really would. You know that. I'm sorry, but I have to board my flight now.

Melanie: Good luck in your match. I'm rooting for you.

Michael: Thanks.

*Click*

Atwood sits back down in his previous seat. He looks up at the clock, and sees that there's still a half hour left before he has to board.

Look, I'm not exactly proud of lying to my sister. But I just can't stand to hear about my dad. He's my hero. He's the reason I love professional wrestling. He's the reason that I can't afford to lose at Right to Rule, and he's the reason that I WON'T lose at Right to Rule.

One long flight and an even longer week later, Atwood arrives at the Wembley Arena in London, England for Right to Rule. He takes the lengthy walk through the narrow halls leading to his locker room, making a mental note of all the promotional posters littering the walls.

Hmm, another "rookie" match.

Atwood sets up a chair in the center of the room and slowly unpacks his bag, preparing to make his transformation from Michael Atwood to Mike Damage. He puts his phone on the floor before fiddling with his ring gear.

It's not like it matters who I'm facing or how many of them I face, anyway. At least once I'm in the ring I'm not thinking about dad.

He takes a sip from his water bottle, then dumps it on his hair, wetting the area around the collar of his shirt. He finishes putting on his ring gear and turns out the lights, returning to his chair. After another gulp of the water, he picks up his cellphone.

Slowly but surely, he dials a number. The contact name that comes up on the screen associated with the number is shown:


MELANIE

I want dad to know why I'm doing this. I want him to know why I'm not by his side. I just wish it was that easy.

Atwood hits the "cancel" button on his phone and drops it back down to the floor. He fumbles around in his bag in the darkness, eventually pulling out a VHS tape. In the dark, he manages to find his way to the TV monitor that PWC allows all of their wrestlers to have in their locker rooms. Luckily, there's a VCR attached to the cart that the TV is resting on.

In silence, Atwood slides in the tape. On the screen is a random Jim Crockett Promotions tape. Remaining silent, Atwood watches match upon match. Upon the conclusion of the hour-or-so long tape, he takes it out and turns the light back on to find the cover. On a piece of tape on the side of the VHS, the word "Jack's" is written.

Atwood gazes at the name on the side of the VHS when the door swings open.


Backstage Worker: Your match is up soon.

Damage: I'll be right out.

Again, he heads back down the hallway, this time with his head down.

I wish he knew.

So much for that extension, huh? :wink2:

Another short one, but I hope it was effective. Best of luck to everyone!

PS: HN, Damage is a babyface! :laugh:
 
#25 · (Edited)
Moments after Vortex 19...​

Ernesto Clement: "Where is he?!"​

Ernesto Clement: "Where is that son of a bitch!"​

-Clement finds a backstage worker​

Ernesto Clement: "Where's Killings!"​

-The Backstage worker points to the far west corner. Clement follows his instructions and finds Max's Locker room​

Ernesto Clement: "Who the hell do you
think you are?"​

-Killings slowly puts down what he was holding and turns to face his angered employer​

Max Killings: "Have you got problem with me, boss?"​

-Killing's says this with condescending smirk​

Ernesto Clement: "You know damn well what you did, it was all over the fucking screen! This isn't Detroit Killings, you can't do whatever the hell you want here!"​

-Killings is fuming, his hand curling into fist. just asking for a face punch​

Ernesto Clement: "If you want to talk you do things my way. Danny doesn't even want to breath next to you, instead
we've recruited a new interviewer...and you'll have an interview with her"

-killings returns to his usual calm demeanor.​

Max Killings: "Is this a request, or an order?​

Ernesto Clement: "Leave now"​

-Killings slowly leaves his locker room eyeing Ernesto,
until he left his sight. Max knew the moment he laid eyes on the man that he wouldn't like him, he reminded him of his former superiors in the force: Loud,
proud and probably packing a small pecker.

"Max enters the interview room, and finds the new interviewer, a miss Kira Wells.

Kira Wells: "you must be Max, my name is Kira Wells. I'm the new backstage interviewer."​


-Kira extends her hand​

Max Killings: "Just tell me your questions and get this interview over with."​

-not wanting to upset him further she quickly puts her
hand down and takes a seat​

Kira Wells: "Max, you were part of the great Rookie spotlight match. but you came up short when Marcus hit the shining wizard to pin you and gain the win, any thoughts? ."​


Killing's looks upset clearly feeling the after effects of that loss​

Max Killings: "that degenerate got lucky, he took advantage of the situation and got the only "victory" a person like him can get. a dirty one."​

Kira Wells: "onto another question, at the upcoming Right to rule PPV, you face a familiar foe in Mike Damage. but you also face a newcomer in Brad Ashton, who makes his debut at Right To Rule, my question to you is: what are your feelings toward your opponents.

Max Killings: "I feel nothing for the opponents I face tonight, they are mere obstacles for justice to be met. they're
meaning less attempts to gain standing in a corrupt company such as this are laughable. simply put I'm doing the world a favor for taking these nobodies further into obscurity"​

Kira Wells: "That's quite an answer...back to the questioning, I've done a little research on you Mr. KIllings, it seems that you were part of a famous, or should i say infamous hostage crisis...."​

-Killings eyes stared for what seemed like miles, his face completely blank but his hands shaking.​

Kira Wells: "Max are you okay?​

-All he could hear or see was the mangled corpse of
several kids and the heavily damaged face of a woman, her body resting on
his his hands. sirens and incomprehensible shouting was the only thing he could comprehend, then everything became stagnant.The memory seamlessly trapped in time, Then it became all clear.​

I was standing in a bakery, it's front window shattered by the bullets that
came from cops outside. To the right lay the bodies of the people he first saw, the corpse's faces disturbingly filled with emotion and genuine terror. He walked out the bakery too see a couple of familiar faces. He could see his former colleagues, all with faces that said "we fucked up", than it hit Max....he
caused this to happen.


His consciousness transported to him where it all began. A radio transmission that said a 211 (Armed Robbery) was in progress. I was driving my car,
cigarette at hand and Rage against the Machine playing on the radio. I was having a conversation with my partner, Adam Briscoe. We were both cocky
SOB's that graduated top of our class. But all that training couldn't help with what was about to happen.


We had pulled up beside the SWAT van, the situation boiled down to a hostage crisis. We both met with the officer in charge: some uptight brown noser by the name of Fareeda Brown, She was the first female cop in Detroit and took a lot of shit because of it, but she could deal it back tenfold, she paid her dues but like the arrogant prick that I was I couldn't have cared less.


Thinking I could handle the situation, I volunteered to go in the bakery and defuse the crisis. I didn't have any info going into the thing so I thought it was a bunch of thugs going a bit over there heads, I was dead wrong.


My cigarette fell on the ground as soon as what I had witnessed had registered in my mind.


What I walked into was four kids no older than fifteen trying to rob a bakery. I found out later that they were brothers who were trying to get enough money before there dead beat parent were kicked out of their flat. I got nervous the kid holding the hostage wasn't even out of puberty yet, the woman he held was frantic pleading me to put a bullet in him. I froze up, my gun was pulled out and my crosshairs was on the kid, but... I couldn't pull the trigger. Bang!


The hostage fell on her knees her face...wasn't there anymore, than in a split second the boy who did the deed fell, his hands floating in the air, if it wasn't for the gruesome context it was quite a beautiful sight. One by one the others
fell alongside their dead kin. As the last brother had fallen. It felt as if every cop from Michigan crowded into the claustrophobic little space.


Fareeda was pissed beyond comprehension she began shouting every expletive under the sun, I had one simple task. Get the hostage out and I failed. My partner was too shocked to even say anything, we had both seen our fair
share of murders, but not like this. This was a bloody massacre. He gave me a look of utter disbelief, he couldn't understand how something fucked up like this could happen.


Fareeda was still blasting me but I didn't care, I looked at the corpse of the woman that I got killed, I had failed her the worst. I had failed to protect and serve when she needed it the most, I cradled her dead body her hair still glistening with hair products from this morning.


In that very moment I vowed that whoever was in the way of the Law, of Justice no matter what age, what race, what gender. Would feel my "Special Interpretation" of morality.

A slap of reality quickly took me out of his self induced dream
state.

Kira Wells: "We nearly lost you there, how are you feel..."​

Max Killings: "Get out."​

Kira Wells: "Excuse me?."​

Max Kilings: "Are you Deaf? Get out! Get the fuck out of my sight!!!."​

-Kira and the camera crew quickly left the room, leaving
Max.


"Killings rest his face into his hands reliving those traumatizing
dreams, The scene quickly fades to black"
 
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Moments after Vortex 19...​

Ernesto Clement: "Where is he?!"​

Ernesto Clement: "Where is that son of a bitch!"​

-Clement finds a backstage worker​

Ernesto Clement: "Where's Killings!"​

-The Backstage worker points to the far west corner. Clement follows his instructions and finds Max's Locker room​

Ernesto Clement: "Who the hell do you
think you are?"​

-Killings slowly puts down what he was holding and turns to face his angered employer​

Max Killings: "Have you got problem with me, boss?"​

-Killing's says this with condescending smirk​

Ernesto Clement: "You know damn well what you did, it was all over the fucking screen! This isn't Detroit Killings, you can't do whatever the hell you want here!"​

-Killings is fuming, his hand curling into fist. just asking for a face punch​

Ernesto Clement: "If you want to talk you do things my way. Danny doesn't even want to breath next to you, instead
we've recruited a new interviewer...and you'll have an interview with her"

-killings returns to his usual calm demeanor.​

Max Killings: "Is this a request, or an order?​

Ernesto Clement: "Leave now"​

-Killings slowly leaves his locker room eyeing Ernesto,
until he left his sight. Max knew the moment he laid eyes on the man that he wouldn't like him, he reminded him of his former superiors in the force: Loud,
proud and probably packing a small pecker.

"Max enters the interview room, and finds the new interviewer, a miss Kira Wells.

Kira Wells: "you must be Max, my name is Kira Wells. I'm the new backstage interviewer."​


-Kira extends her hand​

Max Killings: "Just tell me your questions and get this interview over with."​

-not wanting to upset him further she quickly puts her
hand down and takes a seat​

Kira Wells: "Max, you were part of the great Rookie spotlight match. but you came up short when Marcus hit the shining wizard to pin you and gain the win, any thoughts? ."​


Killing's looks upset clearly feeling the after effects of that loss​

Max Killings: "that degenerate got lucky, he took advantage of the situation and got the only "victory" a person like him can get. a dirty one."​

Kira Wells: "onto another question, at the upcoming Right to rule PPV, you face a familiar foe in Mike Damage. but you also face a newcomer in Brad Ashton, who makes his debut at Right To Rule, my question to you is: what are your feelings toward your opponents.

Max Killings: "I feel nothing for the opponents I face tonight, they are mere obstacles for justice to be met. they're
meaning less attempts to gain standing in a corrupt company such as this are laughable. simply put I'm doing the world a favor for taking these nobodies further into obscurity"​

Kira Wells: "That's quite an answer...back to the questioning, I've done a little research on you Mr. KIllings, it seems that you were part of a famous, or should i say infamous hostage crisis...."​

-Killings eyes stared for what seemed like miles, his face completely blank but his hands shaking.​

Kira Wells: "Max are you okay?​

-All he could hear or see was the mangled corpse of
several kids and the heavily damaged face of a woman, her body resting on
his his hands. sirens and incomprehensible shouting was the only thing he could comprehend, then everything became stagnant.The memory seamlessly trapped in time, Then it became all clear.​

I was standing in a bakery, it's front window shattered by the bullets that
came from cops outside. To the right lay the bodies of the people he first saw, the corpse's faces disturbingly filled with emotion and genuine terror. He walked out the bakery too see a couple of familiar faces. He could see his former colleagues, all with faces that said "we fucked up", than it hit Max....he
caused this to happen.


His consciousness transported to him where it all began. A radio transmission that said a 211 (Armed Robbery) was in progress. I was driving my car,
cigarette at hand and Rage against the Machine playing on the radio. I was having a conversation with my partner, Adam Briscoe. We were both cocky
SOB's that graduated top of our class. But all that training couldn't help with what was about to happen.


We had pulled up beside the SWAT van, the situation boiled down to a hostage crisis. We both met with the officer in charge: some uptight brown noser by the name of Fareeda Brown, She was the first female cop in Detroit and took a lot of shit because of it, but she could deal it back tenfold, she paid her dues but like the arrogant prick that I was I couldn't have cared less.


Thinking I could handle the situation, I volunteered to go in the bakery and defuse the crisis. I didn't have any info going into the thing so I thought it was a bunch of thugs going a bit over there heads, I was dead wrong.


My cigarette fell on the ground as soon as what I had witnessed had registered in my mind.


What I walked into was four kids no older than fifteen trying to rob a bakery. I found out later that they were brothers who were trying to get enough money before there dead beat parent were kicked out of their flat. I got nervous the kid holding the hostage wasn't even out of puberty yet, the woman he held was frantic pleading me to put a bullet in him. I froze up, my gun was pulled out and my crosshairs was on the kid, but... I couldn't pull the trigger. Bang!


The hostage fell on her knees her face...wasn't there anymore, than in a split second the boy who did the deed fell, his hands floating in the air, if it wasn't for the gruesome context it was quite a beautiful sight. One by one the others
fell alongside their dead kin. As the last brother had fallen. It felt as if every cop from Michigan crowded into the claustrophobic little space.


Fareeda was pissed beyond comprehension she began shouting every expletive under the sun, I had one simple task. Get the hostage out and I failed.


My partner was too shocked to even say anything, we had both seen our fair
share of murders, but not like this. This was a bloody massacre. He gave me a look of utter disbelief, he couldn't understand how something fucked up like this could happen.


Fareeda was still blasting me but I didn't care, I looked at the corpse of the woman that I got killed, I had failed her the worst. I had failed to protect and serve when she needed it the most, I cradled her dead body her hair still glistening with hair products from this morning.


In that very moment I vowed that whoever was in the way of the Law, of Justice no matter what age, what race, what gender. Would feel my "Special Interpretation" of morality.

A slap of reality quickly took me out of my self induced dream
state.

Kira Wells: "We nearly lost you there, how are you feel..."​

Max Killings: "Get out."​

Kira Wells: "Excuse me?."​

Max Kilings: "Are you Deaf? Get out! Get the fuck out of my sight!!!."​

-Kira and the camera crew quickly left the room, leaving
Max.


"Killings rest his face into his hands reliving those traumatizing
dreams, The scene quickly fades to black"
Edited the RP a bit, added a lot more into it.
 
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Have this really sick idea in my head but translating it to an RP and fitting the whole thing under a certain word limit is proving far, far, far more difficult than I imagined.
 
#27 ·
You know when you don't visit the forums often enough? Yeah, my own fault really. Damn it, I have no planning time, damn. You know what, gonna wing it. Get ready, gonna try to edit the text a little to last time, cause I can :D

Oh and btw, Please use my new entrance description, ta. Oh and also, you are aware Wembley is a tennis arena, right?

Backstage - Vortex 19

Whisper, backstage. Some music was playing to the fans, but hey, Whisper didn't care. Whisper didn't care at all. Under that mask he wore, Barney Williams didn't care either.

Danny Eriksen stood waiting by the dressing room door. He watched Whisper slowly, nodding to his camera-man.

Danny Eriksen: Barney, can we have a word for PCW.com?

Whisper looked to Danny slowly, then up to the Camera-man, who shook his head, as if to say that he wasn't live.

Whisper: Feel free, as long as it's quick. I kinda want to shower then get a cab back to my hotel, that'd be lovely.

The Camera-man pressed the button on the camera quickly, nodding to Whisper and Danny to start.

Danny Eriksen: We are live on PCW.com and my guest at this time, Whisper. So Whisper, care to tell us what we just saw? What the hell happened outside that boiler room?

The Camera-man swung the camera around to Whisper, smiling slightly.

Whisper: What happened? You ask what happened?

Danny Eriksen: That's what I asked, y...

Whisper: I'll tell you what happened shall I? What happened is that I put a "Man" in his place.

Whisper would make air quotes when he says man, chuckling to himself after he does it.

Whisper: Jensen and his boyfriend are where the camera's are. Jensen and his boyfriend Hunter are what the camera's followed. I want limelight see? To get limelight, you have to remove a man from the limelight, and that's what I did. I removed a man from the limelight.

Danny Eriksen: So Whisper, you are saying that you only attacked Jensen because you want to be on camera? You've never heard of working for your limelight?

Whisper: It's more than being on camera though. It's a lot more than being on camera. What I did, What I did is take out the company's biggest loser... but yes, I got myself on camera. Now, time's up Billy.

And with that, Whisper shoves the camera away as the camera-man chuckles.

Camera-Man: We are out.

Danny Eriksen: Not bad Barney. Not as good as earlier but not bad.

Whisper: How would you deliver that?

Danny Eriksen: You were lacking emotion kid, that was your main problem.

Whisper: Fair point.

London Heathrow Airport - 04:31 - Three days before Right To Rule​

London was a city that Barney Williams didn't really want to be. It was early, dark and Barney was fit to pass out of exhaustion. Of course his luck would mean that the flight he was meant to be on was overbooked. Of course that meant he'd had to get a flight to Spain then from Spain to London. Of course that left him over a grand down. Of course he arrived two days late. Of course he was crabby. It all went wrong, even more so at customs....

Barney had never been a fan of airports, but being behind a 5 year old who was really hyper, well that just made his dislike for them even worse. When they called him forward he was so happy. He just wanted to get to his hotel and go to sleep, but of course his luck was to good for that. Instead he was pulled aside by customs and questioned for hours on end. Turns out they had found the chewing gum Barney had. Since when was chewing gum illegal?

Anyway, three hours later, Barney was huddled up in his hotel, on the nice, soft mattress. He had been forced to leave almost 10 euro's worth of gum behind, but he didn't really care anymore. He had called the guys at the airport a bunch of twats and walked off before he got into even more trouble. Then when he got into a row with the taxi driver over the price of the fare, Barney had threatened to punch him. The mattress was the best thing that had happened all day.

Only an hour after Barney had gotten to sleep, he was awoken by a phone call. He ignored the call, but a text followed it. After grabbing his HTC, Barney swore. Of course it was PWC staff. Looks like he was booked against Jensen. He already knew it'd be a good match. Jensen had talent, Barney knew that, but Barney had the strength advantage. It was gonna be close.

Barney didn't even bother try going back to sleep. Thus only half an hour after the text, Barney found himself in the back of Costa, drinking a Caramel Swirl Coffee and eating a teacake. He knew he needed to get some sleep, the fact he had a right go at the woman serving him after she messed up his order told him that. He had, of course apologized, but even he wasn't sure he meant it. Barney took his I-Pod from his pocket, scrolling through the songs, before he stopped on an old classic he had heard over a hundred times. Yet, of course his luck would have the I-Pod run out of charge only a minute into the song. Barney swore to himself, took his Coffee and walked out, growling at himself. The I-Pod was all alone on the table in Costa.

It was clear London was shaping up to be basic nightmare. Even the night he lost Billy and his dad wasn't this unlucky. Barney found himself in the back of a theater, sort of half asleep. He had decided he needed a little bit of culture, thus he went to see a play by one of the most famous play-writers in history. He had found himself in the back of a Shakespeare play, Hamlet to be exact. He had only gotten about half an hour into the play before he gave up trying to understand it. The only real thing he had understood was the line "To be or not to be, that is the question". All the rest just slipped past him. So why not use the time to sleep?

Barney was sort of awake when he left the theater. He had about an hour and half sleep before the end of the play, which was fine by him. As he was walking he bumped into a Londoner, and all he heard was "Well fuck you buddy!" as he walked on. Barney really couldn't care anymore.

After a short hop on the tube and a little walk, Barney found himself in his hotel room, cursing himself for having left the I-Pod on the table in Costa. He was dreading Right To Rule, if he was this grumpy, then it'd be a long show.


Somewhere In The Middle of London - 16:31 - Two days before Right To Rule​

He was lost. Lovely, he was lost. God damn the tube map. Why did it have to be so hard to read. Barney grumbled slowly. He wasn't tired anymore, just unusually ticked off about something. After studying the map for a moment longer, he nodded, stepping on the first train that came.

After about three train trips, Barney found himself in territory he knew. He was outside the Costa he had left his I-Pod in. Barney swore at the place, slowly walking to the main road. He had already been in the Costa, and they had said a man had walked out with the I-Pod. Damn it. Barney sighed to himself, hopping onto a bus for the short journey he had done plenty before.


Wembley Arena - 11:00 - Right To Rule​

Uh. Nothing had gone right on this trip, and of course today was going to be no different. First he had locked himself in his hotel room and had to be freed by the hotel manager. Then he had dropped his coffee down him. Then he had lost his bus pass and had to walk the four miles to the Arena. Yet is was only Eleven in the morning. He hadn't bothered changing out of his stained T-Shirt and his baggy jeans yet. He didn't really feel like doing the show at all.

Four hours later Barney had finally changed. He was stood up in the seats, just listening in over the radio he had "Borrowed" from a maintenance man. He was of course going to give it back but he needed something to entertain him, and listening to complete strangers argue over the walkie-talkies was good enough. The guys were asking what to do about the fact fans were already lined up outside. Barney couldn't believe it really. He handed the radio back to the guy, walking down into main hall of the arena to see for himself.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting really, maybe a bunch of teens screaming his name? With his mask down, yeah, he was.... But well, he was wrong. The fans just sort of looked at him. He walked on past, realizing that he wasn't really going to have his name shouted. Instead he walked right on past, right back to his locker room.

And he just waited....

Match One
Triple Threat Match
Mike Damage vs. Brad Ashton vs. Max Killings

Match Two
Singles Match
Serenity Skye vs. Marcus Kendall

Match Three
Singles Match
Whisper vs. Jensen

Out of me and Jensen, I know it'll be close, but I expect Jensen to sneak ahead. Even though i'd love a win to be honest, I still think Jensen'll beat me.​

Match Four
Singles Match
Crowley vs. Bruce Thorn Jr

Match Five
Singles Match
Gino Galucci vs. Freddie Vos

Match Six
Singles Match
Legacy Championship Tournament Finals
Winner is crowned the NEW Legacy Champion
Cheri Hayven vs. Reggie

Triple Threat Match
For the World Heavyweight Championship
Dr. Nero vs. Kyle Elric (c) vs. Xander Black​

Clearly Vos vs Gino. Sorry, but Gino has become an opener so.... yeah.

Nope, Kyle seems to do well, always has, so nope.
 
#29 ·
Surprise appearance from Tay and Austin Williams incoming on the Serenity Skye RP.
 
#30 ·
1. Predictions:

Mike Damage vs Brad Ashton vs Max Killings
-This was a toss-up, so I might as well make myself go over, right? :laugh:

Serenity Skye vs Marcus Kendall
-Another tough one, but I really enjoy reading Skye, moreso than Kendall. She gets the nod here.

Whisper vs Jensen
-Jensen's usually fun to read, and I haven't really seen enough of Whisper to lead me to believe he'll get the win over Jensen.

Crowley vs Bruce Thorn Jr.
-As much as I like Crowley, Thorn is borderline unstoppable at his best.

Gino Galucci vs Freddie Vos
-I basically flipped a coin for this one. It's almost impossible to tell.

Legacy Championship Tournament Finals
Cheri Hayven vs Reggie
-Cheri's been impressive, but nothing can stop Reggie, seemingly. The roll continues.

World Heavyweight Championship
Dr. Nero vs Kyle Elric (c) vs Xander Black
-It came down to me between Elric and Nero, but I have to put this one in favor of Nero.

2. Which match starts the show?
I'll say Crowley vs Thorn, if for no reason other than everybody else has said Galucci vs Vos.

3. Will the World Title change hands?
Yep! Dr. Nero will be taking it home!
 
#31 · (Edited)
ATF's Predictions

Mike Damage vs Brad Ashton vs Max Killings

New guy Brad Ashton looks like he is keeping his GOAT rp hidden from us, which means it is a force to be reckoned with. Mike Damage and Max Killings come up short


Serenity Skye vs Marcus Kendall
Impressive showing from Marcus Kendall last round, but I am going with the girl from Texas. She needs to prove she belongs with the big boys, so I bet she has something special planned.
.

Whisper vs Jensen
I believe Whisper has the skills to beat Jensen, so I have to be prepared to bring my A game. Jensen doesn't plan on letting his fans down.

Crowley vs Bruce Thorn Jr.
These are two of my favorite characters going head to head. Crowley has shown much improvement, but Bruce Thorn is much more solid all around.

Gino Galucci vs Freddie Vos
Gino wins after Vos gets himself disqualified after throwing a hot pizza in Gino's face.

Legacy Championship Tournament Finals
Cheri Hayven vs Reggie
Really to close to call because both are really fun to read. If I had to choose based on my gut, I say Cheri because...

World Heavyweight Championship
Dr. Nero vs Kyle Elric (c) vs Xander Black
Awesome match up here. All the rp's are going to be tremendous. I go with Nero because he has something to prove. He also has Nurse Ellie.
 
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