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LegendOfCasey wrote:

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LegendOfCasey wrote:

Captain2 wrote:

Neville is backstage watching the Monday Night War on his laptop as he clutches his World title.

"See that's what I needed. Someone get Mike Tyson on the phone! I need him to punch Tim and then fuck up my name in a press conference!" he yells before looking around.

"Wait, who the hell am I yelling to do stuff?"

Casey Anomaly is on his own laptop and is wearing a (K)Nightmare hoodie.

"Me I would assume. But I don't think I have that much influence in the boxing world. But we should get some one to punch out Tim."

Neville looks startled as he looks over at Casey

"Jesus. how long have you been there for?" He quickly texts to Casey to disregard his last message.

"Yeah, like maybe a hobo or something? give him a six pack and tell him that Tim's face is the pope or something and watch him go to town"

Casey shrugs still not looking up from his own laptop.

"Depends on what your definition of "long" or "been here" is."

Casey looks up after a moment a confused look on his face. He shakes his head.

"I can't tell if that was from a possible concussion or lack of sleep due to too much netflix."

He shrugs once more.

"Anyways. A hobo should do the trick. I think if we get the hobo drunk enough and convince him that Tim is fulled with crack rocks the hobo will beat him up like a pinata."

"Oooh sounds like fun.... do we happen to know any hobos?" he asks, seemingly thinking deeply about the question.

"DT is still homeless right?"

TJ wrote:

*Will reads the match card*

"I'm fighting LeBron Carter? Since when am I in the fucking NBA?"

DT is standing behind him looking at the match card also.

"In a street fight, I might add. I hope it's the streets of Miami. I imagine there'll be some disgruntled fanboys who will exact revenge throughout the match. Makes your job a whole lot easier."

He points lower down the card.

"However, have you seen the main event? That douchebag TBA got himself booked again! What's this asshole's secret?"

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

*Will reads the match card*

"I'm fighting LeBron Carter? Since when am I in the fucking NBA?"

DT is standing behind him looking at the match card also.

"In a street fight, I might add. I hope it's the streets of Miami. I imagine there'll be some disgruntled fanboys who will exact revenge throughout the match. Makes your job a whole lot easier."

He points lower down the card.

"However, have you seen the main event? That douchebag TBA got himself booked again! What's this asshole's secret?"

"Who the hell's TBA?"

DT shrugs.

"We can only speculate. His identity has been a mystery for centuries. Dating all the way back to the early 2000s. I've personally been on the hunt for him for quite a number of years now. But it appears as if everytime TBA is scheduled for a match, he's replaced at the last second. I can never quite figure out why .."

DT scratches his chin.

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

*Will reads the match card*

"I'm fighting LeBron Carter? Since when am I in the fucking NBA?"

DT is standing behind him looking at the match card also.

"In a street fight, I might add. I hope it's the streets of Miami. I imagine there'll be some disgruntled fanboys who will exact revenge throughout the match. Makes your job a whole lot easier."

He points lower down the card.

"However, have you seen the main event? That douchebag TBA got himself booked again! What's this asshole's secret?"

"Who the hell's TBA?"

DT shrugs.

"We can only speculate. His identity has been a mystery for centuries. Dating all the way back to the early 2000s. I've personally been on the hunt for him for quite a number of years now. But it appears as if everytime TBA is scheduled for a match, he's replaced at the last second. I can never quite figure out why .."

DT scratches his chin.

"One time I met a stripper named TBA. She was 200 pounds, had one leg, and sat in a broken electric wheelchair most of the time. She was the greatest lover I ever had whose name wasn't Surge."

Will stares blankly into space for a moment

"I don't think this is the same TBA. Mostly because she died of anal fissures back in '02"

"Wait a second. My mother was a stripper who died of anal fissures in 2002."

DT raises an eyebrow with a confused expression.

"Well it was either that or swine flu, I could never tell the difference."

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

*Will reads the match card*

"I'm fighting LeBron Carter? Since when am I in the fucking NBA?"

DT is standing behind him looking at the match card also.

"In a street fight, I might add. I hope it's the streets of Miami. I imagine there'll be some disgruntled fanboys who will exact revenge throughout the match. Makes your job a whole lot easier."

He points lower down the card.

"However, have you seen the main event? That douchebag TBA got himself booked again! What's this asshole's secret?"

"Who the hell's TBA?"

DT shrugs.

"We can only speculate. His identity has been a mystery for centuries. Dating all the way back to the early 2000s. I've personally been on the hunt for him for quite a number of years now. But it appears as if everytime TBA is scheduled for a match, he's replaced at the last second. I can never quite figure out why .."

DT scratches his chin.

"One time I met a stripper named TBA. She was 200 pounds, had one leg, and sat in a broken electric wheelchair most of the time. She was the greatest lover I ever had whose name wasn't Surge."

Will stares blankly into space for a moment

"I don't think this is the same TBA. Mostly because she died of anal fissures back in '02"

"Wait a second. My mother was a stripper who died of anal fissures in 2002."

DT raises an eyebrow with a confused expression.

"Well it was either that or swine flu, I could never tell the difference."

Will jerks his head and does a fucking backflip

"U fookin wot, m9?"

He superkicks a member of the crew and then steals his coffee.

"Sorry, it's been a minute since my last coffee. So what were you saying about Ebola?"

"Black Death, actually. And I was saying I hear it's planning on making a comeback. Hopefully it infects Harry Jones. There's something about that guy that just cries out for a life threatening illness."

A crew worker comes over to help his work colleague and DT superkicks him too, stealing a small portrait of his family from his breastpocket.

"I should form a team with Black Death and win the tag team titles. We could be called Black DTh. I like it already."

~The ECWW cameras go backstage to a darkened hall way with a single light swaying. As it sways you can see Tim Taylor standing in the middle of the hall way, just staring at the concrete wall of the hallway.~

"At Apocalypse, I failed to capture the ECWW World Championship. Neville Ryan got his so-called 'redemption' over me. Then, the following day he and Casey reformed their team of (K)Nightmare... So goes on the cycle of the same damn two 'stars' taking the spotlight. They believe that the war is over and that I'll just wither away... But I'm not!"

~Tim glares into the camera as the light continues to sway, and he slowly begins creeping up to the camera as he speaks.~

"I refuse to allow those two to make a mockery of me and professional wrestling! I refuse to allow them to take a stranglehold on the industry! I will not allow them to continue to diminish the element of actual wrestling in it's purest state from professional wrestling today! This Thursday on Intensity I plan on doing the same thing I did on the first show... and that's make a statement! It will be loud and clear so EVERYONE will get it! I take on (K)Nightmare in a tag team match.. But who is my partner?..."

~Tim begins to chuckle evilly as the back light suddenly shatters. Tim is hardly visible but you can make out the outline~

"My partner is one of equal greatness of I. A multi-time World Champion who has a Hall of Fame worthy career thus far! He understands the struggle I've faced when it comes to watching the downward spiral of our once beloved industry. Our goals are simple... restore the prestige of pro-wrestling.. Casey and Neville.. be prepared... The Regeneration is upon you!"

~The camera shuts off as the words "The Regeneration is Coming..." fades across the screen~

#Violence and Candy or some shit.

Roleplay.

Sapphire is in her locker room on her laptop, desperately trying to come up with a logo for herself since most everyone else has one.

"God dammit! How hard is it to make one of these!?"

OT: I'm actually in the process of doing that haha... it's harder than it sounds :/

Harry Jones is seen in a five-star restaurant, having a squabble with one of the waiters.

Waiter: “For the millionth time, sir... you’ll have to wait in line.”



Harry Jones: “But, that’s ludicrous! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?! Well, DO YOU?!”

Waiter: "I have no ide - "


Harry Jones: "Hah, OF COURSE YOU DO! EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO I AM! I can see the INTIMIDATION in your eyes ... I can hear the ANXIETY in your voice. You know DAMNED WELL that you’re in the presence of a wrestling God!”



Waiter: “... That’s it. I’m calling the cops.”

Suddenly, _____ taps Jones on the shoulder. TBC by anybody.

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

*Will reads the match card*

"I'm fighting LeBron Carter? Since when am I in the fucking NBA?"

DT is standing behind him looking at the match card also.

"In a street fight, I might add. I hope it's the streets of Miami. I imagine there'll be some disgruntled fanboys who will exact revenge throughout the match. Makes your job a whole lot easier."

He points lower down the card.

"However, have you seen the main event? That douchebag TBA got himself booked again! What's this asshole's secret?"

"Who the hell's TBA?"

DT shrugs.

"We can only speculate. His identity has been a mystery for centuries. Dating all the way back to the early 2000s. I've personally been on the hunt for him for quite a number of years now. But it appears as if everytime TBA is scheduled for a match, he's replaced at the last second. I can never quite figure out why .."

DT scratches his chin.

"One time I met a stripper named TBA. She was 200 pounds, had one leg, and sat in a broken electric wheelchair most of the time. She was the greatest lover I ever had whose name wasn't Surge."

Will stares blankly into space for a moment

"I don't think this is the same TBA. Mostly because she died of anal fissures back in '02"

"Wait a second. My mother was a stripper who died of anal fissures in 2002."

DT raises an eyebrow with a confused expression.

"Well it was either that or swine flu, I could never tell the difference."

Will jerks his head and does a fucking backflip

"U fookin wot, m9?"

He superkicks a member of the crew and then steals his coffee.

"Sorry, it's been a minute since my last coffee. So what were you saying about Ebola?"

"Black Death, actually. And I was saying I hear it's planning on making a comeback. Hopefully it infects Harry Jones. There's something about that guy that just cries out for a life threatening illness."

A crew worker comes over to help his work colleague and DT superkicks him too, stealing a small portrait of his family from his breastpocket.

"I should form a team with Black Death and win the tag team titles. We could be called Black DTh. I like it already."

"Yeah fuck Harry Jones! Let's go run up on his ass!"

"My ginger senses are telling me he's in some five star restaurant right now. I'm spitting in that guys food. I read an article that says if a ginger spits in your food, you're 15% more likely to get ebola. There's also some concerns that the fluids will give him what's needed to finally grow an extra inch in height, but it's a small price to pay."

After checking her email and her Twitter, Sapphire decided to hit the gym. She put on her gym gear and ties her hair up in a pony tail and wraps up her wrists and hands and heads to the gym. She starts out on the treadmill for a bit then lifts some weights, after a while at the she starts at the punching bag.

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

Harry Jones is seen in a five-star restaurant, having a squabble with one of the waiters.

Waiter: “For the millionth time, sir... you’ll have to wait in line.”



Harry Jones: “But, that’s ludicrous! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?! Well, DO YOU?!”

Waiter: "I have no ide - "


Harry Jones: "Hah, OF COURSE YOU DO! EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO I AM! I can see the INTIMIDATION in your eyes ... I can hear the ANXIETY in your voice. You know DAMNED WELL that you’re in the presence of a wrestling God!”



Waiter: “... That’s it. I’m calling the cops.”

Suddenly, _____ taps Jones on the shoulder. TBC by anybody.

"Damn right! Let's get him!"

Will and DT split a taxi to the restaurant where Harry is. Will taps Harry on the shoulder.

"Fancy meeting you here, Harry."

Harry Jones: “Williams?! Weymes?! Oooooh no, the Jonas Brothers are about to ambush me!”



Jones chuckles.

Harry Jones: “Your cowardice and lack of morality has exceeded my expectations, boys. Kudos. Although, I can’t say I blame you for finally tearing off the veil of obscurity and realizing that you don’t stand a chance against me by yourselves. Unfortunately, ganging up on me will not increase your success rate. I’m simply ... out of your league.”



Jones hoists the Golden Contract briefcase above his head.



Harry Jones: “You’ll never have this, and the sooner you accept that, the better.”