Nightmare Wrestling Tournament #1 ::Official Thread::

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The scene starts in complete darkness, forcing those watching to rely completely on their ability to hear. Footsteps are the most audible of sounds, seeming to get closer, then further away again. A floorboard creaks, and a light bulb in the background flicks on for just a fraction of a second, showing the silhouette of a young man wearing a hooded sweatshirt. The bland voice of a newscaster can be heard from another room, but the words cannot be made out. The lights flick on for another fraction of a second, and the man is nowhere in site. Those still watching the video can hear the sound of a presumably glass object hitting the floor and shattering, and then the lights turn on yet again, this time staying on. The figure from earlier is now seen standing with his back to the camera, with the hood still pulled up. A hand raises up and pulls the hood down, and the figure turns around reveaaling it to be 'The Highlight' Marcelo Evans. Evans stares into the camera, with a demonic look in his eyes, but suddenly begins to laugh obnoxiously and waves his hand toward the camera.

"It's alright guys, I'm just fucking with you. Man, you're all really, really stupid if you actually thought this was going to be some dark, Trenton York emo-bitch style video. But anyways, for those of you who missed the first edition of the Nightmare Wrestling Tournament, I wasn't in the Main Event, but I did defeat Mark Jones convincingly, proving myself to be the man destined to win this tournament. But of course, I was wrong about one thing, and that one thing was Casey Anomaly. If you remember, I went on and on for a couple of minutes saying Casey was my only real competition, and then he went and got his arse handed to him by an ant. But no matter, because that ant, known to some of you independent fans as Stan Antsen, is my upcoming opponent. Now I could break out all sorts of stupid sayings that have no doubt been used on better ant based wrestlers than him, saying that I'd squash him, send him back to his ant hill, or something along those lines, but I won't because that would be stupid, and I don't think it's all that clever. Instead, I'll just tell you exactly what is going to happen when we meet in the ring. Stan's going to put up a fight, and he's going to get all of you imbeciles cheering for him, but to be brutally honest, he's not going to win. You can put him on as high of a pedestal as you wish, but he will fall. And just a warning to you Antsen fans, the higher you build him up, the higher he's going to fall when the kid from Calgary puts him on his back and the ref counts to three. It doesn't matter what Antsen does, or how many lunatics he has to help train him, I'm gonna send him packing, and he'll know just how good Marcelo Evans is. Now, many people will obviously complain that I'm not giving Stan his fair shake, and I'm counting him out of this match before I even get into the ring with him. And while they have a point, I have a better one. Stan can't compete with me when it comes to mat wrestling, he's light years behind me when it comes to highflying ability, and nobody in the world without the last name Evans has had access to the same level of training I've had. Because of my training, I'm on a different level than anybody else on this planet. Because of my training, I do the little things better than anybody else, and those little things really come into play when you're under the magnifying glass like we all are in this tournament. And unfortunately for you Stan, ants don't do well under magnifying glasses in the summer."

The lights flick off for a fraction of a second, and when they come back on, Evans is gone.

End.

OOC: Shitty I know, but my family has all been extremely sick, and I've been taking care of them, I'll do WAY better next time.

Guest

It better not be due today because it's Sunday fucking morning where I live...

Guest

A Day In The Life Of Stan Antsen

Quote :: Stan: "So my day usually begins like every other Ants."

The scene opens with a shot of Stan Antsen sleeping in his bed with the blankets and sheets laying gently and perfectly on him. The alarm then goes off and Stan slams his hand on top of the button, causing it to stop. Stan then gets out of his bed in his wrestling attire, but minus elbow pads and boots. He then quickly and neatly makes the bed in the most crisp way possible, before walking over to the closet.

Stan: "My job doesn't require a uniform code, so I just wear what I feel is comfortable."

Stan then opens the doors and we see an entire line up of the same exact wrestling outfit decorating the closet while being suspended on 12 inch long clothes hangers that are exactly 1 inch apart each. Stan then pulls out one of the outfits and we see a sticker on the hanger that says 'Sunday'.

Stan: "You know what they say, one outfit a day makes the germs go away."

We then cut to Stan exiting the bathroom in what seems to be his Sunday outfit, but since they're all the same you can't really tell. The only difference is the black fanny pack he's wearing around his waist. He then strolls down the hall before stopping dead in his tracks at a staircase.

Stan: "This where my day becomes horrible."

We then get a shot pointing down the stairs, showing how long and dangerous each one of the 24 steps could be if not walked on safely.

Stan: "24 long and deadly stairs and I always begin with the right foot, never the left. My left foot has been proven to be weaker than my right foot, and because of this, starting with the limp one would raise the percentage of me possibly falling and breaking almost every bone in my body. So it's only natural that I begin with my dominate metatarsal."

Stan then slowly puts his right foot down on the first step as thrilling music plays in the background, each note going accordingly to what is happening on camera. Finally, his heel touches the the carpeted step, and Stan takes a deep sigh of relief.

Stan: "Whew! That was a close call, I could almost feel myself slipping. Now, on to the next step."

Stan then reaches into his fanny pack and pulls out a moist towelette and cleans the bottom of his boot, not missing any spec of dirt or lint stuck on his sole. He then puts the towelette in a little garbage container connected to his fanny pack, and starts to get visually nervous.

Stan: "I hope there aren't that many staircases today, I'm almost out of wet naps."

Stan then takes another step, but with even more pain and suffering as he now has to use his left foot, the weaker sole. Somehow he manages to get it meet the carpeted step without dying and takes a deep, long breath.

Stan: "This process usually takes up to an hour."

We then cut to Stan, who has finally made it to the bottom of the stairs. We see him relaxing in a leather chair, relieved that the nervousness and suffering is finally over. He then gets up out of the chair, but not before taking a bottle of febreze and spraying ever inch of the chair, and then wipes it off with a paper towel that he from the dispenser built into the wall.

Stan: "Then, I usually go to work."

We cut to a inside shot of Stan's car where we see him driving, with both his hands properly resting on the wheel. He looks at the mirrors every 6-8 seconds and always looks both ways before going through an intersection. We then come to a stop sign and Stan starts slowing down, before very gently stopping right the white painted line on the ground. He carefully checks both ways and is about to go, but another car comes to a stop on the road to his right, and Stan decides to be nice and lets him go first.

Stan: "Go ahead, I'm in no hurry today."

Then, another car comes and Stan allows to go before him. This continues for at least five minutes as cars come and go, and Stan quietly allows them to go along. We then cut to him arriving a wore down building that is covered from door to window with graffiti. He nervously gets out of his car and checks every possible part of the parking lot before fast walking to the building.

Stan: "These are dangerous parts of town, so you have to be really careful while exiting your car."

Stan then finally gets to the door and quickly opens it before swiftly going into the building. We then cut to the inside, where we see random local wrestlers sitting, standing, talking, among other things. Stan walks past all of them before going straight for a clipboard that's hanging on the wall. He takes a deep breath and slowly looks at everything on the clipboard.

Stan: "Please someone small, please someone small.... Yes!"

The camera then zooms in on the paper and we see a small sentence that says 'Stan Vs Sanchez'. Stan then takes a sigh of relief, before 7' tall, and 300 pound wrestler 'Moose Bullhorn' enters the frame.

Moose: "Hey Stan, just wanted to tell you that Jimmy couldn't make it, so you're going against me instead."

Stan: "What!? No, wait, isn't there anyone else!?"

Moose then shoves Stan into the wall.

Moose: "Hey punk, I have to get paid also, and there is no way some puny Ant is going to take my paycheck, if I even get one, away from me!"

Stan: "Alright Moose... I'm sorry for having an opinion..."

Moose then lets go of Stan and slowly backs off.

Moose: "Yea, you better be. See you out the ring, Antsen."

Stan then stares off into space for what seems like an eternity. He then takes one giant gulp and looks up at the ceiling.

Stan: "I'm gonna die."

"Hey, Stan!"

Stan then looks over and we see the masked wrestler known as 'Violent Snow'.

Stan: "Oh, hey Snow..."

Snow: "What's wrong Stan? You look a bit down in the dumps."

Stan: "I think I made the wrong career move."

Snow: "What? Are you kidding me?"

Stan: "I should have listened to my grandma and become a Worker like the rest of my family..."

Snow: "Aight Stan, what the hell is up with this attitude?"

Stan: "Well one, I'm way too small. Two, this tournament is taking the life out of me. That match I had with that Casey guy was horrible, I was so close to losing..."

Snow: "Yea, but you won, didn'cha?"

Stan: "Well, yea, but this Marcelo guy-"

Snow: "Is a bitch."

Stan: "Snow, watch your language!"

Snow: "You gonna go up into that tourney, and you gonna kick a bitches ass."

Stan: "Why are you talking like-"

Snow: "Bitch I'll talk however I wanna talk!"

Stan: "Ok, Ok, talk however you want..."

Snow: "As I was sayin', you gotta make that guy into YO BITCH. If you don't... You gonna be MY BITCH."

Stan: "Snow!"

Snow: "Bitch you betta' not interrupt me!"

Stan then keeps quiet.

Snow: "Listen Stan, you can do it. I believe in you. Those fans believe in you."

Stan: "Yea, sure..."

Snow: "All you gotta do is listen."

Stan: "Yea Snow, I'll be sure to remember that..."

Snow: "You betta' bitch! Aight, I gotta another show to go to, so I'll see ya later. Just believe Stan, that Moose nigga ain't got shit on you. You can easily kick his ass. I'm sure of it!"

----Twenty minutes later----

We then cut straight to the middle of Stan's match, where he seems to be getting thrown around the ring like a ragdoll. Stan tries to come back with some offense, but Moose just keeps reversing every move due to his size and strength. Moose whips Stan into the ropes and then catches him with a giant belly to belly suplex. Stan slowly tries to get up, but Moose grabs him before he can even get to his feet. Moose then lifts Stan on to his shoulders and plants him with a Somoan Drop. The strength from the move is so forceful that it causes Stan to immedietly get to his feet. Dazed and confused, Stan stumbles around the ring, trying to find Moose. He finally finds Moose, but not before Moose finds him. Stan then gets kicked in the gut and he knows what's coming next. He's been through this before, and it's going to be as painful as the first time. Moose sets Stan up... For the piledriver, one of the most devestating moves known to man. Moose is about to spike Stan's head right into the mat, but luckily the crowd starts cheering for Stan, and Snow's advice seeps through his brain. 'All you gotta do is listen....'

"Let's go Stan!" "We love you Stan!" "Moose Bullhorn sucks!" "Please don't lose Stan!"

Courage then fills Stan's body, all his fears and quirks are gone. This crowd support has given him the power that he needs in order to fight back!

Stan: "I can't let them down!"

Just then, slowly but surely, Stan uses every ounce of muscle left in his body and lefts Bullhorn off of the ground! He then brings him down with a giant back body drop! Stan then falls to his knees and holds his back in pain as everybody in the audience starts going crazy and keeps cheering Stan on. Stan then uses his strength and recovers before spinning around and clotheslining the head off of Bullhorn! Stan lifts him to his feet and heabutts him repeatedly before irish whipping him into the ropes. Stan goes for another clothesline, but this time Bullhorn ducks it and kicks him in the gut. He then drags Stan over to the corner and begins choking him! Bullhorn wont let go and Stan slowly loses oxygen as the ref counts to five. The last thing Stan hears before passing out is the sound of a ring bell...

DING DING!

----Sixty Minutes Later----

We then come back to the arena where most of the lights are out, bodies are laying everywhere, and chairs are not kept in a neat and tidy positions anymore. We then a hand slowly grab the apron on the ring, and as the body pulls itself up we see that it's Stan Antsen, who seems to have just woken up from another one of his black outs. 'Hello?', Stan asks as he looks at all the bodies, chairs, and destruction that he caused.

"Oh my god... I did it again... I hope this doesn't happen during my tournament match, that Marcelo Evans really seems like a swell guy..."

1864 words, that's good enough, I'm not doing any god damn more. And it's on time, because it's fucking Sunday here, so that foreign time can kiss my ass.

Guest

I should have done the TMC Blog V4 "Cyberbully" as my RP so I would fight to live a second match in the NWT. lol. Razz

Legend Posts : 3365 Age : 29 Location : Australia

You lost in round 1 tho.

I hate you all, I'll put up results and stuff later

#1 Contender Posts : 2156

I say we skip eliminations this round, cuz like, only me and Holly actually 'compete' so we should just have a Five Man Exploding Deathmatch for the win.

Hall of Famer Posts : 4741 Age : 30 Location : Emerald

Yea whatever. I can't be bothered typing one nao.

Hall of Famer Posts : 4741 Age : 30 Location : Emerald

Unless by some miracle, Jake let's me type mine up, which I doubt he will, since he is Jake.

Hall of Famer Posts : 4741 Age : 30 Location : Emerald

If Jake does let me, I will type mine up tonight, but I don't think he will let me.

#1 Contender Posts : 2156

Jake, are judges still giving you ratings, or are you the only one ranking rps?

Guest

Get raped...

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J wrote:: Get raped...

You have been warned for spamming.

Guest

You wanna get raped too..?

Hall of Famer Posts : 4741 Age : 30 Location : Emerald

Shut up J.

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J wrote:: You wanna get raped too..?

You have been warned again. Continuous spamming will result in a ban. If you have any questions about this, please contact the website Administrator.

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John you already know I could rape you at anything. So I suggest shutting you're mouth before I rape you physically.

Hall of Famer Posts : 4741 Age : 30 Location : Emerald

Ya tool. wrote:: John you already know I could rape you at anything. So I suggest shutting you're mouth before I rape you physically.

This proves two things,

1. Your an arrogant prick, who thinks you are better then everyone else since you become a Mod here.

2. You're a gay faggot for wanting to rape me.

Also, Justin I highly doubt you would not give me any trouble in anything I do.

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I never wanted to be a mod to begin with. I was actually ready to leave this site, but Jarrett wanted me to stay so I did. Plus, you're a fag so I don't give two shits on what you say.

Hall of Famer Posts : 4741 Age : 30 Location : Emerald

J wrote:: I never wanted to be a mod to begin with. I was actually ready to leave this site, but Jarrett wanted me to stay so I did. Plus, you're a fag so I don't give two shits on what you say.

Good on ya. Seriously, I don't care about you either.

Hall of Famer Posts : 3955 Age : 28

John [Team PPL] wrote:

Ya tool. wrote:: John you already know I could rape you at anything. So I suggest shutting you're mouth before I rape you physically.

This proves two things,

1. Your an arrogant prick, who thinks you are better then everyone else since you become a Mod here.

2. You're a gay faggot for wanting to rape me.

Also, Justin I highly doubt you would not give me any trouble in anything I do.

John you know I love you, but he was sort of joking when he said that Razz

Hall of Famer Posts : 3955 Age : 28

Time's expired right?

#1 Contender Posts : 2191 Age : 31 Location : The Bungalow

Generic John being generically offended by someone once again, it must be genetics, by the way, none of you look genetically superior with your insults

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Hazza, did you still want me to make you that banner?

Hall of Famer Posts : 3955 Age : 28

Yeah if thats cool with you. I'll just post his info here tbh;

Text: "The Antichrist" Harry Jones
Background: Something that involves the colours red and black...maybe white.
Pic Base: Ben Cousins (AFL Player)

Is that enough?

#1 Contender Posts : 2191 Age : 31 Location : The Bungalow

Can you still make mine? Lol

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