ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 25.0

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

Who wants to rp?

Go for it. Angel Rodriguez is backstage with his TV title.

Pure Champion, Jeffery O'Walker walks backstage holding his title with a rather large smirk on his face.

Richie sits in his General Manager Office, well, actually, he's laying on the desk, taking a nap, his office door locked.

Jason and Fire stand outside the office, the key to the office in Jason's pocket.

Drake walks around, singing the Nigga Song.

Z. Horror arrives.

JSP stands against a wall.

TimTapOut wrote:

~The ECCW areana turns into a sea of boo's as the roar the enterance of Tim TapOut. Tim once again stands at the top of the ramp in his suit, shades covering his eyes, and the famous smirk on his face. He begins to pace as he waits for the crowd to stop booing him so he can begin to speak as he waits at the top of the ramp~

~~Tim TapOut~~

"You hypocrites done yet? Good! Because I would like to speak, not to you, but to the ignorant fools who are in the back locker rooms and offices. I don't think you understand who I am? I am Tim TapOut!! One of the all time greats in this business, if not THE greatest! I've been signed to ECCW, and chosen to go to Monday Night Terror. Though, since my return I've got NO respect what so ever!Do you not know the long list of accomplishments that I have?! The names that I have defeated?! I've beaten stars such as Casey Anomaly, Dan Maskell, and even the legendary Cyrus Black! So you know off the bat that I will be a legend if I'm not already! People around the World know the name of Tim TapOut and his incredible skills in the ring. All this and I get zero respect from the talent? Where's the General Manager been, huh? Shouldn't he be taking the time to welcome his biggest talent back? You all need a lesson in RESPECT!"

~The crowd boo's as Tim walks down the ramp and towards the ring. He slowly makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. He stands in the middle of ring once again waiting for them to stop booing~

~~Tim TapOut~~

"So what I'm out here to do is to call out not EVERY member of the Terror roster, but also Robert Ciaro! I want you to put me in a match with REAL competition! I am not requesting but I am DEMADING you book me on Terror where I can show the World that Tim TapOut is still the Main Event! I am the greatest peice of talent on the entire roster you will EVER have! Once you see me compete you will realize that in a short amount of time that I will sky rocket through competition to become ECCW Heavyweight Champion! Not one person on Terror is able to beat me in a one on one match. Not one of them is able to perform like I do every single night! So I dare you to put me up against anyone of your choice! I am a Ten Time World Champion! No one can equate to me! I'm Twenty Eight years of age and already have Fourteen years of experience!"

~The crowd boo's even more and chant "You Suck" over and over. Tim just stands there, ignoring them as he continues on~

~~Tim TapOut~~

"So come on out Mr. Ciaro! Entertain me. Tell me, who could you possinly get to be able to give me a challenge! Come on, don't be worried."

*Robert Cairo walks out, accompanied by his two Enforcers Roger Studley and Big Roy. He has a slight grin on his face as he stares at Tim.*

Cairo: You have some nerve don't you? I'm a busy man, Mr. TapOut, so to actually hear somebody call me out while I'm in my office doing actual WORK...well it frustrates me. And you want a match? Fine I'll give you a match. Now how about this, you vs. Joseph Iron. Sound good? Good. Now anything else?

TimTapOut wrote:

TJ! wrote:

TimTapOut wrote:

~The ECCW areana turns into a sea of boo's as the roar the enterance of Tim TapOut. Tim once again stands at the top of the ramp in his suit, shades covering his eyes, and the famous smirk on his face. He begins to pace as he waits for the crowd to stop booing him so he can begin to speak as he waits at the top of the ramp~

~~Tim TapOut~~

"You hypocrites done yet? Good! Because I would like to speak, not to you, but to the ignorant fools who are in the back locker rooms and offices. I don't think you understand who I am? I am Tim TapOut!! One of the all time greats in this business, if not THE greatest! I've been signed to ECCW, and chosen to go to Monday Night Terror. Though, since my return I've got NO respect what so ever!Do you not know the long list of accomplishments that I have?! The names that I have defeated?! I've beaten stars such as Casey Anomaly, Dan Maskell, and even the legendary Cyrus Black! So you know off the bat that I will be a legend if I'm not already! People around the World know the name of Tim TapOut and his incredible skills in the ring. All this and I get zero respect from the talent? Where's the General Manager been, huh? Shouldn't he be taking the time to welcome his biggest talent back? You all need a lesson in RESPECT!"

~The crowd boo's as Tim walks down the ramp and towards the ring. He slowly makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. He stands in the middle of ring once again waiting for them to stop booing~

~~Tim TapOut~~

"So what I'm out here to do is to call out not EVERY member of the Terror roster, but also Robert Ciaro! I want you to put me in a match with REAL competition! I am not requesting but I am DEMADING you book me on Terror where I can show the World that Tim TapOut is still the Main Event! I am the greatest peice of talent on the entire roster you will EVER have! Once you see me compete you will realize that in a short amount of time that I will sky rocket through competition to become ECCW Heavyweight Champion! Not one person on Terror is able to beat me in a one on one match. Not one of them is able to perform like I do every single night! So I dare you to put me up against anyone of your choice! I am a Ten Time World Champion! No one can equate to me! I'm Twenty Eight years of age and already have Fourteen years of experience!"

~The crowd boo's even more and chant "You Suck" over and over. Tim just stands there, ignoring them as he continues on~

~~Tim TapOut~~

"So come on out Mr. Ciaro! Entertain me. Tell me, who could you possinly get to be able to give me a challenge! Come on, don't be worried."

*Robert Cairo walks out, accompanied by his two Enforcers Roger Studley and Big Roy. He has a slight grin on his face as he stares at Tim.*

Cairo: You have some nerve don't you? I'm a busy man, Mr. TapOut, so to actually hear somebody call me out while I'm in my office doing actual WORK...well it frustrates me. And you want a match? Fine I'll give you a match. Now how about this, you vs. Joseph Iron. Sound good? Good. Now anything else?

~Tim gets a huge smirk on his face as he looks at Robert Ciaro and his two enforcers~

~~Tim TapOut~~

"Actually there is something else Bob... Can I call you Bob... ah, I don't care. I want you to take a close look at my match. I want you to witness the the true art known as wrestling that the people of ECCW have been deprived of! Something you could define simply as.... PERFECTION!"

Cairo: Will do, Dolph. Will do.

*Cairo walks to the back with his Enforcers, whispering to them on the way back*

Richie wrote:

Richie sits in his General Manager Office, well, actually, he's laying on the desk, taking a nap, his office door locked.

Jason and Fire stand outside the office, the key to the office in Jason's pocket.

Drake walks around, singing the Nigga Song.

Z. Horror arrives.

JSP stands against a wall.

Keith Golden walks towards Jason and Fire wearing a fancy suit with a smirk on his face.

Andre Styles and Mary Jane walk towards wear Drake is walking.

Trenton York walks out from the cafeteria.

Richie wrote:

[G] wrote:

Richie wrote:

Richie sits in his General Manager Office, well, actually, he's laying on the desk, taking a nap, his office door locked.

Jason and Fire stand outside the office, the key to the office in Jason's pocket.

Drake walks around, singing the Nigga Song.

Z. Horror arrives.

JSP stands against a wall.

Keith Golden walks towards Jason and Fire wearing a fancy suit with a smirk on his face.

Andre Styles and Mary Jane walk towards wear Drake is walking.

Trenton York walks out from the cafeteria.

Jason Blade stops Keith before he reaches the door.

Jason Blade:
"Who are you, what do you want?"

--

Drake Gale looks at Andre and Mary

Drake Gale:
"Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, I'm 100% Nigga!"

--

Zack eyes Trenton as he walks into the building, and smirks as he reaches into his back pocket, where a full bottle of Mountain Dew has been kept. Sticking his tongue out, Zack throws the bottle like a football, hitting Trenton on the back of the head with it.

Zack Horror:
"Trenton York sucks! Zack Horror #1!" xD

Keith Golden looks at Jason Blade and just sits still for a moment before extending his hand.

KEITH GOLDEN -- Keith Golden, former Terror General Manager.


Andre smirks and walks up to Drake getting into his face.

ANDRE -- Aye white boy I don't really like you disrespecting like that.

Trenton just smirks and laughs at him sarcastically.

TRENTON --- Yeah your funny, I am the best and we both know it.

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

Who wants to rp?

Go for it. Angel Rodriguez is backstage with his TV title.

Pure Champion, Jeffery O'Walker walks backstage holding his title with a rather large smirk on his face.

AR: Ay, ay! Why are you so happy with that title in your possession? The only title with any prestige is the one in my hands, the Television title.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

Who wants to rp?

Go for it. Angel Rodriguez is backstage with his TV title.

Pure Champion, Jeffery O'Walker walks backstage holding his title with a rather large smirk on his face.

AR: Ay, ay! Why are you so happy with that title in your possession? The only title with any prestige is the one in my hands, the Television title.

Jeffery looks Angel in the eyes honestly wondering if he was serious then just looking at his title.

JEFFERY --- Yeah I guess your right since your title is nothing more than a joke your television, IM PURE.

Karl wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

*Dustin Shore is seen backstage.*

[Peter Linch walks up behind Dustin with his ECCW World Championship over his shoulder and slaps him over the back in a friendly manner.]

"Listen Dustin before the two of us start going at it leading up to Summer Smash, I just wanted to wish you luck for our match at the PPV. I know that you are going to bring your best and so am I so after we put on a show the winner can truly call themselves the better man. Good luck Dustin."

[Linch extends his hand for Dustin.]

*Dustin doesn't hesitate to shake the hand offered.*

Dustin Shore: It gets really simple from now to Summer Smash, with that attitude.

Richie wrote:

Richie is awake from his nap, but how long he has been awake, only he knows. He fixes some stuff at his desk, and sits there with the door wide open, no bodyguard what-so-ever, since Jason & Fire had went home for the night. He continues to sit there before propping his feet up, waiting for someone, anyone, to walk in.

And it is none other than Keith Golden who has been waiting all night and he walks in the door fixing his tire with an arrogant grin.

KEITH GOLDEN --- Oh Richie, how nice to see you.

Richie wrote:

[G] wrote:

Richie wrote:

Richie is awake from his nap, but how long he has been awake, only he knows. He fixes some stuff at his desk, and sits there with the door wide open, no bodyguard what-so-ever, since Jason & Fire had went home for the night. He continues to sit there before propping his feet up, waiting for someone, anyone, to walk in.

And it is none other than Keith Golden who has been waiting all night and he walks in the door fixing his tire with an arrogant grin.

KEITH GOLDEN --- Oh Richie, how nice to see you.

Richie sits with his feet still propped up, looking at Keith standing in his doorway, like a idiot.

RIchie:
"Dafuq you want, Keith Golden?"

Keith walks towards him arrogantly before pushing Richie's legs down.

KEITH GOLDEN --- Lets get straight to business Richie, I want that Legends title so lets make the match a little better, i want NO DQ Richie. Oh may I introduce....

Old manager of Golden, Jacob Smith enters the room.

KEITH GOLDEN --- My manager Jacob Smith

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

Who wants to rp?

Go for it. Angel Rodriguez is backstage with his TV title.

Pure Champion, Jeffery O'Walker walks backstage holding his title with a rather large smirk on his face.

AR: Ay, ay! Why are you so happy with that title in your possession? The only title with any prestige is the one in my hands, the Television title.

Jeffery looks Angel in the eyes honestly wondering if he was serious then just looking at his title.

JEFFERY --- Yeah I guess your right since your title is nothing more than a joke your television, IM PURE.

Angel shakes his head, the meaning of his words not fully understood by the Purest of all champions.

AR: No, no, no, this championship isn't the most prestigious because of it's name or it's standing in this company, but because of it's current holder. I'm a 2 time World champion and if I decide to win a lower card championship, it's prestige immediately rises. And to be honest, if I wasn't already in the King of the Ring tournament, I might have gone for your title as well.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

Who wants to rp?

Go for it. Angel Rodriguez is backstage with his TV title.

Pure Champion, Jeffery O'Walker walks backstage holding his title with a rather large smirk on his face.

AR: Ay, ay! Why are you so happy with that title in your possession? The only title with any prestige is the one in my hands, the Television title.

Jeffery looks Angel in the eyes honestly wondering if he was serious then just looking at his title.

JEFFERY --- Yeah I guess your right since your title is nothing more than a joke your television, IM PURE.

Angel shakes his head, the meaning of his words not fully understood by the Purest of all champions.

AR: No, no, no, this championship isn't the most prestigious because of it's name or it's standing in this company, but because of it's current holder. I'm a 2 time World champion and if I decide to win a lower card championship, it's prestige immediately rises. And to be honest, if I wasn't already in the King of the Ring tournament, I might have gone for your title as well.

Jeffery simply smirks and proceeds to walk away before pausing and turning around.

JEFFERY O'WALKER --- Any place, any time. Title for Title I'd love to cement my legacy by taking the T.V from you. After you lose the King of the Ring, I'll be waiting.

Jeffery walks off the other direction.

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

[G] wrote:

Who wants to rp?

Go for it. Angel Rodriguez is backstage with his TV title.

Pure Champion, Jeffery O'Walker walks backstage holding his title with a rather large smirk on his face.

AR: Ay, ay! Why are you so happy with that title in your possession? The only title with any prestige is the one in my hands, the Television title.

Jeffery looks Angel in the eyes honestly wondering if he was serious then just looking at his title.

JEFFERY --- Yeah I guess your right since your title is nothing more than a joke your television, IM PURE.

Angel shakes his head, the meaning of his words not fully understood by the Purest of all champions.

AR: No, no, no, this championship isn't the most prestigious because of it's name or it's standing in this company, but because of it's current holder. I'm a 2 time World champion and if I decide to win a lower card championship, it's prestige immediately rises. And to be honest, if I wasn't already in the King of the Ring tournament, I might have gone for your title as well.

Jeffery simply smirks and proceeds to walk away before pausing and turning around.

JEFFERY O'WALKER --- Any place, any time. Title for Title I'd love to cement my legacy by taking the T.V from you. After you lose the King of the Ring, I'll be waiting.

Jeffery walks off the other direction.

Rodriguez chuckles, before stretching his legs and walking around the backstage area.