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Tag Team Match.
The RP deadline for this match will be Wednesday, July 26th at 11:59 PM.
The RP deadline for this match will be Wednesday, July 26th at 11:59 PM.
Cruise/Red vs. First/Ryan
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(FADEIN: THE FIRST sitting in a graveyard, his hair is a mess of colors and is covering his face, the evening sky cloaks him in darkness as he speaks.)
THE FIRST: "Life is always a challenge...Always a struggle...We never get what we want without a price...We always suffer before final victory...Always torment...It is the nature of humanity...We are a stupid, incompotent breed of hairless apes...So flawed and imperfect...
I truly wonder what that apple did to use...How far did we fall that day?
This match is a test of my patience...Dan Ryan...I HATE Dan Ryan...A man, a coward, he did all he could to tarnish, to ruin my second win over him...Now...I must tag with him...That's fine...I will be more professional then he was...I shall work with him...If he betrays me and costs me the match...So be it...The chamber shall be my revenge...
But if he doesn't...If he does aid me...Then Red...I shall beat on you...I shall exact a price from you...I will give you a sample of the hell you will find in the Chamber...A sample of what awaits you when I take MY title back from you...
Just a sample Red...Nothing more...
And if you get in the way Cruise...You will also get a taste...
(FADEOUT)
THE FIRST: "Life is always a challenge...Always a struggle...We never get what we want without a price...We always suffer before final victory...Always torment...It is the nature of humanity...We are a stupid, incompotent breed of hairless apes...So flawed and imperfect...
I truly wonder what that apple did to use...How far did we fall that day?
This match is a test of my patience...Dan Ryan...I HATE Dan Ryan...A man, a coward, he did all he could to tarnish, to ruin my second win over him...Now...I must tag with him...That's fine...I will be more professional then he was...I shall work with him...If he betrays me and costs me the match...So be it...The chamber shall be my revenge...
But if he doesn't...If he does aid me...Then Red...I shall beat on you...I shall exact a price from you...I will give you a sample of the hell you will find in the Chamber...A sample of what awaits you when I take MY title back from you...
Just a sample Red...Nothing more...
And if you get in the way Cruise...You will also get a taste...
(FADEOUT)
Irishred sits in front of a computer screen. The camera is on the back of his head. He has a Denver Bronco hat on backwards. He is shirtless and in a pair of blue jean shorts. His back is crisscrossed with scars from his years of war in the ring. He begins to talk without looking at the camera.
Line 'em up and let me knock em down. Ken "I left A1E when Irishred showed up" Cloverleaf, in his infinite wisdom has decided that every piece of dog crap in the federation is deserving of a title shot. Hell why not just line up the whole rest of the roster, send them through the cage door one step at a time and let me prove to you once and for all that I am the best you have going in this federation.
Kenny you want so badly to put that belt on Joey Melton or Dan Ryan you're hard on is showing. Well let me make this message crystal clear to you Kenny; I own Dan Ryan and Melton only serves one Mistress...he doesn't have room behind the ball gag for your little pecker.
But I suppose I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I suppose I should be concentrating on this week shouldn't I. But why? Have I not proven myself time and time again versus both The First and Dan Ryan? Really what do I have to worry about here? It's not like either of these two prove a threat to me.
Hell they can barely get along. They may hate one another more then I hate them. One sidestep on a punch in their corner causing a Dan Ryan fist to connect with the side of The Firsts addled skull and my work is done.
You see it doesn't have to be how hard you fight every week; more then anything else it's about how smart you fight. Week in and week out I prove that I am one step ahead of the rest of the pack. Week in and week out I prove that UCW is my federation. Week in and week out I prove that I am simply unbeatable.
It doesn't matter the odds. It doesn't matter the match. It doesn't matter who my partner is. This is the Irishred Era. This is the federation that I made. Nothing is going to change that...Not a tag match with a man trying to take my belt as my partner, Not an Elimination Chamber where I stand at a huge disadvantage, Not my two greatest enemies in UCW lined up across the ring from me. Not the legend of Dan Ryan, Not the cockroach like ability to skate through destruction of the First...NOTHING will stop me.
Cammy, I know you don't stand with me; but at least be smart enough to not get in my way. I don't want you as my partner and I definitely don't need you as my partner. I just want to be perfectly straight about where we stand.
You're nothing more then another pretender to my throne Cam. Get in line with the rest and wait your turn. There's plenty of ass kicking from me to go around.
Irishred stands up, grabs his can of coke and walks away. The camera zooms in on the computer screen where it shows the end screen of the computer game Collapse before fading to black.
Line 'em up and let me knock em down. Ken "I left A1E when Irishred showed up" Cloverleaf, in his infinite wisdom has decided that every piece of dog crap in the federation is deserving of a title shot. Hell why not just line up the whole rest of the roster, send them through the cage door one step at a time and let me prove to you once and for all that I am the best you have going in this federation.
Kenny you want so badly to put that belt on Joey Melton or Dan Ryan you're hard on is showing. Well let me make this message crystal clear to you Kenny; I own Dan Ryan and Melton only serves one Mistress...he doesn't have room behind the ball gag for your little pecker.
But I suppose I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I suppose I should be concentrating on this week shouldn't I. But why? Have I not proven myself time and time again versus both The First and Dan Ryan? Really what do I have to worry about here? It's not like either of these two prove a threat to me.
Hell they can barely get along. They may hate one another more then I hate them. One sidestep on a punch in their corner causing a Dan Ryan fist to connect with the side of The Firsts addled skull and my work is done.
You see it doesn't have to be how hard you fight every week; more then anything else it's about how smart you fight. Week in and week out I prove that I am one step ahead of the rest of the pack. Week in and week out I prove that UCW is my federation. Week in and week out I prove that I am simply unbeatable.
It doesn't matter the odds. It doesn't matter the match. It doesn't matter who my partner is. This is the Irishred Era. This is the federation that I made. Nothing is going to change that...Not a tag match with a man trying to take my belt as my partner, Not an Elimination Chamber where I stand at a huge disadvantage, Not my two greatest enemies in UCW lined up across the ring from me. Not the legend of Dan Ryan, Not the cockroach like ability to skate through destruction of the First...NOTHING will stop me.
Cammy, I know you don't stand with me; but at least be smart enough to not get in my way. I don't want you as my partner and I definitely don't need you as my partner. I just want to be perfectly straight about where we stand.
You're nothing more then another pretender to my throne Cam. Get in line with the rest and wait your turn. There's plenty of ass kicking from me to go around.
Irishred stands up, grabs his can of coke and walks away. The camera zooms in on the computer screen where it shows the end screen of the computer game Collapse before fading to black.
TSiegel
I spoil things.
"So this is it huh?? It's going to come out like THAT?"
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of a UCW backdrop.)
CRUISE: It's one thing, if people make assumptions about me; Joey's been doing that for a couple years now, and look where that wiley jar o' mustard ended up??
Here.
Once again...after I make my mark...and make it well I might add...he show's up in an attempt to steal my thunder.
It started first in Empire Pro, and then again in another league, but the third time doesn't end up playing a Billy Joel ballad, oh no.
This time, everyone is going to hear a different tune.
As I said now, everyone just assumes that I'm going to stand off an' to the side while everyone else has their piece of pie, enjoyment by the hundreds.
But in this town, in UCW, the next b*tch who tries to cut in line for their piece before me is going to get a rude kick in cajones all the way to the back of the line.
Sure, I let up enough for the Doe-boy to take advantage, by golly...he got the job done.
For once.
But seeing as the lil' bastard is already running his mouth...allow me one second to address him before I move onto the topic at hand; You beat me one time, John...one time out of what...SIX?? Think of it this way Amnesia-boy:
Even the sun shines on a dog's ASS sometimes. You're nothing but a random number.
Now...Irishred.
Listen up F*CKER.
I've known Ryan either by reputation or through business ALOT longer than you have no matter whether or not he got lucky in the MBE Cup; the fact of the matter is this:
This is for the World Championship, punk, not the MBE Cup.
I've wrestled for AND against him 'Red, and believe it or not...unlike YOU...
He doesn't scare me one bit.
You wanna call me 'just another pretender'.
By all means, GO AHEAD...people have been doing that to me all my LIFE. Now, I've beaten Dan Ryan's so-called "Golden Boy", Ryan, and even Melton all in the span of a month...which I'm sure in your world doesn't mean sh*t because you're hyped up on so much Jolt Cola that you actually think you're intimidation factor is at a higher level than that of Adrien Evan's DONKEY.
Again, by all means...try me.
I DARE you.
'Cause if you think that I let Evan's give two pieces of his DONKEY SH*T that I need YOU as MY partner, then THINK AGAIN.
You wanna know what I really think of you as a competitor, I'll tell ya right now; I'd just as soon as grab a bag of popcorn and watch Ryan and First trade off beating you up than to reach for a tag.
I like to think of it as "territory-ality".
I hated him first.
Now, as far as First goes...I'll tell you what.
I'll give you props.
You were THE FIRST UCW Champion, however it is you want to take the pun in that is up to you, I'd just as soon as stick it up your ASS though, so do what you will.
But if you think that I'm going abide by what you, Ryan, 'Red, Melton, and whomever else has "Troy Windham" to open his mouth...then please...
Bring me the whole f*cking pie, 'cause I can take just as much as you dish out, and at least AFEW people in this company KNOW it, either by personal experience or reputation.
But I know at least acouple of you are going to ignore what I've got to say about the matter and believe me...THAT'S OKAY...
It's not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last.
Either way though...at least for the three of you...this is going to be a REALITY CHECK that you just...won't like.
(Fadeout.)
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of a UCW backdrop.)
CRUISE: It's one thing, if people make assumptions about me; Joey's been doing that for a couple years now, and look where that wiley jar o' mustard ended up??
Here.
Once again...after I make my mark...and make it well I might add...he show's up in an attempt to steal my thunder.
It started first in Empire Pro, and then again in another league, but the third time doesn't end up playing a Billy Joel ballad, oh no.
This time, everyone is going to hear a different tune.
As I said now, everyone just assumes that I'm going to stand off an' to the side while everyone else has their piece of pie, enjoyment by the hundreds.
But in this town, in UCW, the next b*tch who tries to cut in line for their piece before me is going to get a rude kick in cajones all the way to the back of the line.
Sure, I let up enough for the Doe-boy to take advantage, by golly...he got the job done.
For once.
But seeing as the lil' bastard is already running his mouth...allow me one second to address him before I move onto the topic at hand; You beat me one time, John...one time out of what...SIX?? Think of it this way Amnesia-boy:
Even the sun shines on a dog's ASS sometimes. You're nothing but a random number.
Now...Irishred.
Listen up F*CKER.
I've known Ryan either by reputation or through business ALOT longer than you have no matter whether or not he got lucky in the MBE Cup; the fact of the matter is this:
This is for the World Championship, punk, not the MBE Cup.
I've wrestled for AND against him 'Red, and believe it or not...unlike YOU...
He doesn't scare me one bit.
You wanna call me 'just another pretender'.
By all means, GO AHEAD...people have been doing that to me all my LIFE. Now, I've beaten Dan Ryan's so-called "Golden Boy", Ryan, and even Melton all in the span of a month...which I'm sure in your world doesn't mean sh*t because you're hyped up on so much Jolt Cola that you actually think you're intimidation factor is at a higher level than that of Adrien Evan's DONKEY.
Again, by all means...try me.
I DARE you.
'Cause if you think that I let Evan's give two pieces of his DONKEY SH*T that I need YOU as MY partner, then THINK AGAIN.
You wanna know what I really think of you as a competitor, I'll tell ya right now; I'd just as soon as grab a bag of popcorn and watch Ryan and First trade off beating you up than to reach for a tag.
I like to think of it as "territory-ality".
I hated him first.
Now, as far as First goes...I'll tell you what.
I'll give you props.
You were THE FIRST UCW Champion, however it is you want to take the pun in that is up to you, I'd just as soon as stick it up your ASS though, so do what you will.
But if you think that I'm going abide by what you, Ryan, 'Red, Melton, and whomever else has "Troy Windham" to open his mouth...then please...
Bring me the whole f*cking pie, 'cause I can take just as much as you dish out, and at least AFEW people in this company KNOW it, either by personal experience or reputation.
But I know at least acouple of you are going to ignore what I've got to say about the matter and believe me...THAT'S OKAY...
It's not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last.
Either way though...at least for the three of you...this is going to be a REALITY CHECK that you just...won't like.
(Fadeout.)
OOC: I'm really sorry for this lateness, guys. Busy busy week, and then that CSWA thing popped up. I'll make it up next show.
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FADE IN....
Dan Ryan stands in front of a heavy bag in a local private gym to Houston, Texas. Ryan stands with his arms crossed, looking dead ahead with a bemused smirk.
Ryan: "Hey...is that IrishRed I'm up against this week? I....I know that I've been gone for a while here and haven't been able to cut up any interviews this week but....Red? Is that you? Why, if it isn't the Loverboy himself."
"Didn't I just beat you up like....two or three days ago? And weren't you, ya know...running your fat trap about owning me last week? So weird how you ran your mouth, I called you on your bluff and then stuffed your fat greasy permed head into some gravel in a street fight. HEY!! That was your element too, wasn't it?"
"Well sweet mother of baby Jesus. I guess I plum near did what I said I was gonna do, didn't I? I mean, I said I was gonna beat you up in a street fight. I said I'd knock your ass out, and by golly heckfire sure as a goat suckles on your momma's titty...I beat the living s**t outta ya didn't I?"
"So now, all's that's left to do is to do it right here in YOU-SEE-DUB, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Where you reign supreme as the World Champion and all that's between you and a date with another foot of concrete is my patience and the willingness of me to show up. Wouldn't it be poetic that in the one place where you've started to actually matter, I waltz right up and snatch it from you? So I beat you up again, take your belt just because I can - and then defend it against people with, you know - talent."
"And First, don't worry old chum. I have no thoughts of betrayal on my mind. Lying down for you? It wasn't even about you, so feel free to get off your high horse. I know what I'm doing, and come this week I'll stand by you and we'll decimate these two bozos and expose them for what they are. You can come along for the ride, and I won't even make you pay me a tribute. Just consider it a blessing. You get to tag with a legend, and I get to beat up IrishRed one more time."
"Fun for all."
FADE OUT....
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FADE IN....
Dan Ryan stands in front of a heavy bag in a local private gym to Houston, Texas. Ryan stands with his arms crossed, looking dead ahead with a bemused smirk.
Ryan: "Hey...is that IrishRed I'm up against this week? I....I know that I've been gone for a while here and haven't been able to cut up any interviews this week but....Red? Is that you? Why, if it isn't the Loverboy himself."
"Didn't I just beat you up like....two or three days ago? And weren't you, ya know...running your fat trap about owning me last week? So weird how you ran your mouth, I called you on your bluff and then stuffed your fat greasy permed head into some gravel in a street fight. HEY!! That was your element too, wasn't it?"
"Well sweet mother of baby Jesus. I guess I plum near did what I said I was gonna do, didn't I? I mean, I said I was gonna beat you up in a street fight. I said I'd knock your ass out, and by golly heckfire sure as a goat suckles on your momma's titty...I beat the living s**t outta ya didn't I?"
"So now, all's that's left to do is to do it right here in YOU-SEE-DUB, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Where you reign supreme as the World Champion and all that's between you and a date with another foot of concrete is my patience and the willingness of me to show up. Wouldn't it be poetic that in the one place where you've started to actually matter, I waltz right up and snatch it from you? So I beat you up again, take your belt just because I can - and then defend it against people with, you know - talent."
"And First, don't worry old chum. I have no thoughts of betrayal on my mind. Lying down for you? It wasn't even about you, so feel free to get off your high horse. I know what I'm doing, and come this week I'll stand by you and we'll decimate these two bozos and expose them for what they are. You can come along for the ride, and I won't even make you pay me a tribute. Just consider it a blessing. You get to tag with a legend, and I get to beat up IrishRed one more time."
"Fun for all."
FADE OUT....
Jesus Christ the amount of crap flowing from the combined mouths of the idiots assembled in this match, myself excluded, makes EPW look like a meeting of MENSA.
Let's start at the bottom and work our way up should we?
Dan; hows the face? Didn't I smack you right upside your money maker in your ring at your show just a few days ago? Didn't I just humiliate you in front of your employees? Didn't you need two of your lackeys to handle me?
For those of you playing at home the answer to all the previous questions is yes.
Let me give you a little inside information about why you haven't received a shot at my title here sweet cheeks. You don't deserve one. What in the blue hell have you done to deserve a shot here? Oh wait I know. You're the boss of the two weasels that run this dump. So I'm sure in a patented Dan Ryan move you abused your power, threatened them and they caved like little girls and put you in the Elimination match next week.
See here's the problem with that though; that's next week. You might not make it to next week Danny. You may get your ass beaten so bad by Cruise that you are in a hospital bed during the PPV.
What's that? Cruise? Oh yes Danny boy you heard me right. Cammy is just dying to prove how he really belongs with the big boys so I figure I'll just let him dance the night away in your sweaty embrace. After all you two really need to settle a few things. There are some unresolved issues between the two of you. Some father/son issues almost. I really think he respects and likes you Dan. I mean it's either that or he wants to blow you. I'll leave the logistics of all that up to the two of you.
I come into this match not expecting help. I come into this match the champion. I come into this match the most hunted man in professional wrestling. I'll leave the same.
This is my home. This is the federation that I have made relevant. This is the Irishred era. There's no room for punks, freaks and ego's. I'll make that clear again this week when I'm the man standing with his hand raised.
Oh and Dan...you ain't seen nothing yet.
Let's start at the bottom and work our way up should we?
Dan; hows the face? Didn't I smack you right upside your money maker in your ring at your show just a few days ago? Didn't I just humiliate you in front of your employees? Didn't you need two of your lackeys to handle me?
For those of you playing at home the answer to all the previous questions is yes.
Let me give you a little inside information about why you haven't received a shot at my title here sweet cheeks. You don't deserve one. What in the blue hell have you done to deserve a shot here? Oh wait I know. You're the boss of the two weasels that run this dump. So I'm sure in a patented Dan Ryan move you abused your power, threatened them and they caved like little girls and put you in the Elimination match next week.
See here's the problem with that though; that's next week. You might not make it to next week Danny. You may get your ass beaten so bad by Cruise that you are in a hospital bed during the PPV.
What's that? Cruise? Oh yes Danny boy you heard me right. Cammy is just dying to prove how he really belongs with the big boys so I figure I'll just let him dance the night away in your sweaty embrace. After all you two really need to settle a few things. There are some unresolved issues between the two of you. Some father/son issues almost. I really think he respects and likes you Dan. I mean it's either that or he wants to blow you. I'll leave the logistics of all that up to the two of you.
I come into this match not expecting help. I come into this match the champion. I come into this match the most hunted man in professional wrestling. I'll leave the same.
This is my home. This is the federation that I have made relevant. This is the Irishred era. There's no room for punks, freaks and ego's. I'll make that clear again this week when I'm the man standing with his hand raised.
Oh and Dan...you ain't seen nothing yet.