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Post by BJ Tomczik on Jul 10, 2006 17:46:55 GMT -5
Deadlines:
Pacific: Sunday - 10 P.M. Mountain: Sunday - 11 P.M. Central: Sunday/Monday Morning - Midnight Eastern: Monday 1 A.M. U.K.: Monday 6 A.M.
RolePlay Limit: 4 RPs per team
RPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day
Cameron Hayden and Dylan North vs. DDD and WHite Tiger
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Post by Deet Duh Dee on Jul 11, 2006 22:07:04 GMT -5
I put ALOT into this RP...If you think it's too long, then fuck off and don't read it...I don't want to be told it's too long, because I put my heart into it...If I lose because of the roleplays I do are too long...Oh well...I had fun writing this one...And I'm happy to be back and Im happy I have a partner that has my back...For Dylan and Cameron...Good luck guys, you both are extremely talented...Win lose or draw lets make this the match of the card... www.geocities.com/dynamicrps/ARRP.html
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Post by "eWe Legend" Jeff Payne on Jul 12, 2006 23:35:26 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300][shadow=blue,left,300]Here we go. Did kind of a spin off of DDD rp. Liked the way it turned out for the most part. Anyways enjoy. Cick here~~> A legendary alliance<~~~ Click here[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Mello Yello on Jul 16, 2006 18:42:21 GMT -5
Just so you guys know... I know at least one of you is waiting until DL to post
Going back and forth inside my shut up brain again (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go) Worlds apart, I'm torn apart, I'll stall up my senses (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go) Somehow through it all we've become defenseless (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go) I'm living this lie and I can't pretend (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go)
And I know I'll get that feeling when we meet again And I know I will be stronger in the end
Previously-
“I ask you once more, who paid you to do this?” Cameron asked once more.
“Hillary Clinton,” She managed to say.
“Thank you,” Cameron said, and then Dave walked over and kneeled next to her, a small shotgun in his hand, He put it right t her temples, and squeezed the trigger, ending the false Victoria Hayden’s life.
“Now, Hillary Clinton,” Dave said.
“What are we going to do to her?” Cameron asked.
“We’re going to cure her need for a hole in chest,” Dave said. Cameron laughed.
“Lets hope she has a big craving,” Cameron said, as Dave pulled out his cell phone, punched in seven numbers and put it to his ear.
“Lenny? It’s Dave, we got the info out of her. It was Clinton. You know what to do. She’ll be in Delaware in three days. It’s Delaware, how hard could it be to find where somebody is there? Two people barely fit in the entire state. Just do what we told you,” Dave closed the phone and rolled his eyes.
“Take care of this,” Dave told a few of the guys standing around looking at the mess of brain and blood on the floor.
“Let’s go,” Cameron said walking out of the room, as if nothing had happened
Cameron Hayden, the FAN Party Presidential candidate and Dave Adams, the FAN Party Leader and Vice Presidential Candidate sat in front of a TV Screen watching Television in the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The TV was on CNN, which was playing the headline on the screen:
“Presidential Candidate Assassinated”
Then the TV Showed Hillary Clinton giving a speech, and a man in a black coat walking out and pointing a gun at Clinton, getting close enough to shoot from five feet away. They showed the man pulling the trigger.
Cameron began to laugh.
“We’ll, she’s gone, the fucking bitch,” Cameron said, giving a disgusted look at the TV.
“Lets hope this doesn’t come back to us,” Dave said.
“It won’t,” Dave said. “Lenny will never talk.”
“How do you know this Lenny guy?” Cameron asked.
“He’s an old friend, we met a long time ago. Once you win the election, we’ll find a way to get him out,” Dave said.
“Ah, Presidential Pardons,” Cameron said.
“Nah, the prisons will just be full with our workers,” Dave said laughing.
Cameron looked down at his watch, and quickly stood up.
“I gotta head out, Jade and I have a date,” Cameron said, he said good-bye to a few FAN Party officials, before heading out the front door to a waiting cab.
After riding for about five minutes, he tossed a twenty at the cab driver, and ran into Jade’s house.
“Jade?” Cameron called out.
“I’m coming!” she yelled as she ran down the steps.
In comparison to how Cameron was dressed, she looked like she was going to a restaurant so exclusive only one person could fit in it. She wore a black silk dress, with dark purple embroidery in a swirling pattern all over the dress.
Cameron however was dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans. Jade looked like an Angel... Cameron just looked like a slob.
“Way to dress up, Cam,” Jade said laughing.
“I did,” Cameron said with a fake look of innocence on his face. Jade came close and he embraced her in a hug, with a gentle peck of a kiss.
“Are you ready to go?” Cameron asked.
“Yeah,” jade said smiling.
As Cameron opened the door of Jade’s apartment, Cameron heard a click.
“Jade! DUCK!” Cameron yelled.
Just then a shower of bullets shot right over their heads. Bouncing off of the bricks that made up Jade’s apartment building. Once they were on the ground and the bullets stopped ringing out, four men, both quite large and muscular, dressed in black suits, came and grabbed Cameron and Jade, one grabbing each of them by the legs and under the arms. Cameron thrashed back and forth trying to get away. Jade let out a piercing scream.
Cameron put an elbow into the stomach of the man who had his arms forcing him to drop Cameron. Cameron then used his legs to push the other man away. They both got up and came at Cameron, but Cameron tossed a punch into the face of the one who had held Cameron’s legs. He stumbled back, as Cameron grabbed his legs and pulled, causing him to land flat on his back.
Cameron Jumped onto the mans stomach causing the air to leave the man’s lungs. The second attacked lunged at Cameron, but Cameron moved out of the way, and while the man was lying on the ground, Cameron kicked him right in the nose, causing the bone to snap, and blood to pour out onto the cement sidewalk.
“Ah!” the man yelled out, his hands going right to his nose.
“Don’t fuck with me,” Cameron said, as the first man, grabbed his ankles, pulling him down, face first onto the pavement.
“Ah, shit,” Cameron said, his cheek meeting the cement, scraping it up pretty badly.
“CAMERON!” Jade called out, as Cameron turned his head, putting his hand to his cheek. He saw Jade being loaded into the back of a white truck.
“Jade!” Cameron called out as the second man recovered enough to kick Cameron in the ribs, causing Cameron to gasp.
“Fucker!” Cameron said taking in gulps of air trying to get his breath.
“Just doin’ my job, kid,” The second man, who had blood still pouring down his face. “Yeah? Me too,” Cameron said reaching up and punching the man in the groin, causing him to double over. Cameron then kicked out above his head, hitting the man in his already injured nose. Cameron then sprung up, and was caught with a right fist from the first man.
Cameron stumbled back, and was caught in a firm full nelson from the second man, the first man worked over Cameron’s torso with several strong hits.
Cameron then swung his legs out, scissoring the head of the first man. Cameron drove him to the ground, and then brought his arms close together and slid down, out of the full nelson.
Cameron Slid behind the man and caught his left arm in a half nelson, and reached over grabbing his left arm, pulling it across his chest in Cameron’s pet wrestling hold, the Contraception. After holding it for several minutes the man slumped over and passed out. Cameron let go, and let the man fall to his feet.
“Good night, punk,” Cameron said looking down at the unconscious man. Right then the first man came with a tire iron and caught Cameron in the back. Cameron yelled, and fell to his knees, pushing his arms back, trying to lessen the pain.
The man went for a second swing, Cameron ducked, grabbing the tire iron and yanking it away from the man. He then kicked him in the stomach, and went down on the ground, sweeping his legs and putting the tire iron to his throat.
“Where. Did. They. Take. Jade?” Cameron asked through clenched teeth making each word sound like its own individual sentence.
“I-I don’t know!” The man said.
Cameron pressed down harder, causing the mans face to turn red.
“Would you like to tell me the truth?” Cameron asked, his teeth still clenched.
He opened his mouth to talk, but all that came out was a squeak.
“I’m not putting enough pressure on you to stop you from talking, nice try,” Cameron said.
“She. She’s at the Sheraton, by the Airport! The presidential suite!” The man said his voice a little higher pitched from the larynx pressure caused by the tire iron.
“Thank you,” Cameron said, hitting the man in the head with the tire iron. The man’s head fell to the side.
Cameron got up and patted his front pockets. Yes! Jade’s keys were there! Cameron quickly ran over to Jade’s car and hopped in, immediately putting the key in the ignition and turning it to start the car. Music began to play on the radio, but Cameron’s focus was very far from the radio. The Sheraton by the Airport was only maybe a five minute drive from Jade’s apartment, but it was rush hour. Cameron was only five minutes away at speed, but he was last in a very long line of cars.
“Son of a BITCH!” Cameron said, getting out of the car, shutting it off and taking the keys with him. He began to run past cars along the highway. He ran until sweat poured off of his body. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt, letting it lie on the ground. The blazing summer sun helped exhaust Cameron.
After running for several minutes he arrived at the door to the hotel. He was exhausted. His chest heaved up and down as he stepped on the pressure sensitive mat that opened the automatic doors. The air conditioning in the lobby of the Hotel Sheraton was a relief to Cameron, whose body was glistening under the lights from the sweat all over his body.
Cameron stopped at the desk.
“Where... is... the, Presidential Suite?” Cameron asked.
“Top floor,” The clerk said.
“Thanks,” Cameron said running off.
He pressed the button on the elevator to go up to the top floor, he went up to the second floor, and the elevator beeped and stopped. The doors opened and four men dressed in black suits, two holding crow bars, one holding a night stick, and one holding a wooden two by four all got onto the elevator and pressed the “Door Close” button.
“Oh shit,” Cameron said.
Immediately after the elevator began to go up, one of the two men holding crowbars swung, Cameron ducked and a dent was put into the back wall of the elevator. They each swung at Cameron, until Cameron was in the back corner of the elevator, his hands covering his head to brace the shots. Just then the elevator beeped again and the doors opened. A family of two small children and two adults looked in the elevator at Cameron in the back corner, with four men holding weapons surrounding him. The family turned and walked away from the elevator.
Cameron used the distraction to break open the glass of the emergency-use-only Fire extinguisher. Cameron used a piece of the glass to quickly swipe over the eye of the man closest to Cameron. He immediately dropped his two-by-four, and Cameron picked it up, and pulled the tab on the fire extinguisher, a cloud of fire retardant powder went into the air, blinding the four attackers, although one was already blinding by the glass wound to his eyes.
Cameron used the two-by-four to crack one of the Crow Bar guys over the head, causing the wood to break, and the man to slump, dropping the steel crow bar. Cameron quickly dropped the two-by-four and picked up the crow bar. It was now more of a fair fight. Two men, one with a crow bar one with a black, police issue night stick, against Cameron with a steel crow bar in his hands. This was to be an epic battle, with 10 floors left to end it!
Now we realize the compromises you and I (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go) You fell from heaven to heartbreak in the blink of an eye (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go)
And I know I'll get that feeling when we meet again And I know I will be stronger in the end
I think I'm gonna lose my mind 'Cause I don't wanna say goodbye
Cameron Hayden, one half of the EWE World Xtreme Tag Team Champions sat in the midst of a traffic jam, sitting inside of his girlfriend, Jade Chung’s red Chevrolet Monte Carlo. She had it specially converted to run of clean burning Ethanol.
Ethanol, the official fuel of the Indy Racing League was also the official fuel of the Cameron Hayden/Jade Chung relationship.
Some obscure local music played on the radio, Cameron paid little attention, instead looking at the Cameraman to the right of him in the passenger seat.
Cameron is dressed in a pair of black shorts, and is wearing a white, plaid belt, and a yellow t-shirt. He has sunglasses on to shield his eyes from the mid-day sun.
“So, “Chaotic” Charlie Cumstain lives in Reno, Nevada, the biggest little town in the world! A town slightly less sleazy than Las Vegas, but a little bit safer than Compton. It does seem fitting that someone like him be from a place like that.
“Biggest little town in the world? Does this mean they have Penn and Teller instead of Siegfried and Roy? Whitney Crackhead instead of Celine Dion? Why is Reno trying to be Las Vegas Lite anyway?
“Didn’t you retire anyway? Seriously, why don’t you just spare all of us intelligent wrestling fans and stay home. It’s funny, the downturn in wrestling’s popularity came right about the time Derek Daniels started wrestling in the EWE. Kinda ironic really. The worst in-ring performer of the last five years comes in and shoots to the top, right about the time ratings, buy rates and all that stuff hits the porcelain bowl.
“And another “Legend” who I annihilated in one on one competition, Caucasian House Cat, is calling you and telling you he needs a partner. Do you know why he needs a partner? Because SexBot 18 doesn’t want to team with him anymore. But, who would want to team with somebody who is more focused about looking in the mirror than actually focus on match strategy?
“You were friends with an announcer? Like, the announcer nobody likes was your buddy? That’s pretty funny. Somebody nobody likes being friends with somebody else nobody likes. Derek Daniels, the hope of the hopeless. Derek Daniels, the world’s best Failure. Derek Daniels, the human New Coke.
“You know why thousands of people would boo you? Because you flop around the wrestling ring like a retarded fish out of water. Maybe THAT’S why they boo you?
“Personally, I think it was more of a mistake coming back than leaving, but that’s just me.
“Jeff is right, Derek, people do compare upcoming stars to you, for example: Johnny Doom sucks, but at least he isn’t Derek Daniels.
“‘People was scared off you.’ I hope that’s a Wyoming thing, and not a Gifted Child thing, there Kitty Cat.
“Blue Panther? Taking over? That is like South Korea trying to take over Russia, it’s not going to happen, but it sure is funny to watch all those Koreans get destroyed by a once great and powerful nation, that the United States crippled economically by demanding they end communism, and effectively fucked over several other nations that were apart of the Soviet Union.
“You’re right, nobody needs Derek Daniels, and he is just a washed up hasbeen. I’m glad you agree with me, kiddo, I’d hate to have to knock that nugget of knowledge into your dusty little brain cavity.
“It is kinda cute seeing Kitty Boy and Cumstain having a Brokeback...er, Bareback moment there. ‘I need you Derek! Team up with me and I’ll make you World Champion of my heart!’ I always knew Jeff Payne seemed lonely, but, GEE-ZUS.
“You, know when he says he could have picked anyone, Derek, he means basically the entire locker room said no, so he went to you, because you’re pretty gullible.
“That description Kitty Boy gave of you sounds an awful lot like a Boy Scout. Do you have your ‘homoerotic moment with another man’ badge yet Derek?
“Are you sure Kitty Boy said Gold’s Gym? I coulda sworn he meant the showers at the YMCA. Talk about a wrestling match! That’d turn Boy George into the next Charlie Sheen.
“Dynamic Legends? THAT is a name. Kinda like Shockmaster or Tugboat. At least you’re not the MegaPower, or the MegaManiacs, or some other lame Mid-1980s sounding name. Jeff, you’re idea is giving away your age.
“‘I’m lost without you Joe! I need you Joe! That’s WAAAAAY too much AstroGlide Joe!’ God, why don’t you and Joe Kleenex get a room or something. I am sure all these professional losers don’t want or need to see you two doing the back-up tango.
“This Joe Puffs guy seems like a sage. He obviously knows what he is talking about. You know, what you and Joe Puffs and Jonathan Steel are doing, sounds kinda like you’re in desperate need for a prom date and they’re the last two single girls at school.
“Kitty Boy was right, Dylan and I are pretty top notch. It’ll take a LOT to beat us. I mean we’re yet to loose in two on two competition, and have only lost one match when both of us were on the same team, and it was a third man who was pinned, not us. We beat not only the EWE Tag Team Champions, but the number one contenders to the EWE Tag Team Championship, the longest reigning EWE Champion in history, Triple H was teamed with those Number One contenders. We’ve beaten the best teams on Chaos, the best teams on Xplosion, any good team the EWE has to offer we have beaten. Because we are superior wrestlers. And a superior team.
“And in response to that comment you made about Dylan and I being over rated? I’d like to say, look at the pot calling the kettle black. If Dylan and I are overrated than you and Kitty Boy must be on a new planet of overrated. You must be the kings of the country of Overrated.
“As for not being able to back it up in the ring? I have already beaten Kitty Boy, one on one. He did beat me, in what was meant to be a Tag match. But, it ended up being a handicap match when my partner no-showed. Kitty Boy couldn’t handle me one on one. He has to have an unfair advantage to beat me, under any other circumstance, he fell to me. He was another notch on my win column. He fell to me just like Johnny Chaos, Triple H, Next Generation, and Emperor Ben’s Mother.
“Derek, your partner was so humiliated by his loss to me, he faced some jobber for an easy win, than ran away to the retirement home.
“You asked the question: Derek Daniels, White Tiger, on the Same Team, how can they be beat? Easily, Derek. They’ll be facing Cameron FUCKING Hayden and Dylan FUCKING North. That is basically an automatic loss right there.
“Hours? I always thought steroids kinda made it difficult to be active for an hour. I mean Scott Steiner can barely go 10 minutes. But then again you’re younger and have probably been abusing a lot less than Steiner. Maybe that’s why you were such a prick your last few go arounds in the EWE! ‘Roid Rage!
“You do have power, you and White Powder have used a lot of drugs to get as strong as you are! But Talent? Please! I have more talent in my left pinky toe than you have in your entire body. And I have more talent in that pink toe nail than White Tiger has ever seen in a ring before or since. Dylan North and I are the two most technically gifted wrestlers in EWE history. We don’t need t-shirts, Jungles, large cats, catchy nick names, or pyrotechnics to get over with the fans, we do it by showing up every week and kicking more ass than every believed to be humanly possible ever!
“So, you guys may have us in the power category, at least if you go by weight, chubs, but you do not, do not, do not, have us in talent. You are as talented as Ashlee Simpson in a Milli Vanilli Tribute band! As for Younger than both of us, Ha! We’re actually the same age, kid. Twenty-four years old.
“White Powder has never beaten the likes of me in a singles match. I beat him.
“Train work and have fun? Don’t forget to say your prayers and take your vitamins, BROTHER!”
Cameron laughs as traffic moves forward just a few feet.
“Hey, Jeff, does Derek know you went on a date with Mr. Rodgers? Spaghetti and all that stuff! Ooh! It looks so romantic!
“It’s funny, Jeff, you left all those messages like I didn’t know it was you, but you ask Sean Lewis, or Dylan North and they’ll know I assumed it was you from day one. You hid as well as the dead dog under the living room carpet.
“I’m tired of talking about you jerk offs.
“My name is Cameron Hayden and I Am Above You!”
When I leave right now, get up and walk away Our yesterdays will begin to fade
You gotta let her go, gotta let her go
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Post by Mello Yello on Jul 16, 2006 22:41:25 GMT -5
Five A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before. Do you find me dreadful? What a shame such a sad disgrace, Such a pretty face, But she's not regretful.
Am I beautiful? Am I useable?
It's killing time again. Put on your face and let's pretend, These killing lights won't kill us all again.
Previously-
“She. She’s at the Sheraton, by the Airport! The presidential suite!” The man said his voice a little higher pitched from the larynx pressure caused by the tire iron.
“Thank you,” Cameron said, hitting the man in the head with the tire iron. The man’s head fell to the side.
Cameron got up and patted his front pockets. Yes! Jade’s keys were there! Cameron quickly ran over to Jade’s car and hopped in, immediately putting the key in the ignition and turning it to start the car. Music began to play on the radio, but Cameron’s focus was very far from the radio. The Sheraton by the Airport was only maybe a five minute drive from Jade’s apartment, but it was rush hour. Cameron was only five minutes away at speed, but he was last in a very long line of cars.
“Son of a BITCH!” Cameron said, getting out of the car, shutting it off and taking the keys with him. He began to run past cars along the highway. He ran until sweat poured off of his body. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt, letting it lie on the ground. The blazing summer sun helped exhaust Cameron.
After running for several minutes he arrived at the door to the hotel. He was exhausted. His chest heaved up and down as he stepped on the pressure sensitive mat that opened the automatic doors. The air conditioning in the lobby of the Hotel Sheraton was a relief to Cameron, whose body was glistening under the lights from the sweat all over his body.
Cameron stopped at the desk.
“Where... is... the, Presidential Suite?” Cameron asked.
“Top floor,” The clerk said.
“Thanks,” Cameron said running off.
He pressed the button on the elevator to go up to the top floor, he went up to the second floor, and the elevator beeped and stopped. The doors opened and four men dressed in black suits, two holding crow bars, one holding a night stick, and one holding a wooden two by four all got onto the elevator and pressed the “Door Close” button.
“Oh shit,” Cameron said.
Immediately after the elevator began to go up, one of the two men holding crowbars swung, Cameron ducked and a dent was put into the back wall of the elevator. They each swung at Cameron, until Cameron was in the back corner of the elevator, his hands covering his head to brace the shots. Just then the elevator beeped again and the doors opened. A family of two small children and two adults looked in the elevator at Cameron in the back corner, with four men holding weapons surrounding him. The family turned and walked away from the elevator.
Cameron used the distraction to break open the glass of the emergency-use-only Fire extinguisher. Cameron used a piece of the glass to quickly swipe over the eye of the man closest to Cameron. He immediately dropped his two-by-four, and Cameron picked it up, and pulled the tab on the fire extinguisher, a cloud of fire retardant powder went into the air, blinding the four attackers, although one was already blinding by the glass wound to his eyes.
Cameron used the two-by-four to crack one of the Crow Bar guys over the head, causing the wood to break, and the man to slump, dropping the steel crow bar. Cameron quickly dropped the two-by-four and picked up the crow bar. It was now more of a fair fight. Two men, one with a crow bar one with a black, police issue night stick, against Cameron with a steel crow bar in his hands. This was to be an epic battle, with 10 floors left to end it!
The dust from the fire extinguisher died down and Cameron now faced off with the two other men. They were large, standing at least 6 foot 6, both broad shouldered, one with an All-American Boy look to him, the other one with a porn star mustache.
One man held a steel crow bar, identical to Cameron’s the other holding a police issue Night Stick, made of very thick material, the same used on Rodney King in the infamous police video that got several members of the LA Police Department put on trial, acquitted, and then caused a huge riot.
“So, Dumb, Dumber, you ready?” Cameron asked, breathing heavily still.
“C’Mon kid, lets get this done with,” The one with the mustache said.
Cameron came at them, which wasn’t very far in the confines of an elevator. He faked like he was going to his the man with the Crow Bar, and when he ducked, Cameron kicked the Crow Bar out of his hand, and then caught the caught the Night Stick man in the side of the head with the Crow Bar causing him to fall to the floor.
“Take that, bitch,” Cameron said, laughing at his action movie-esque dialogue.
Just then he felt a pretty bad pain in his lower back, which caused him to drop his Crow Bar and fall to his hands and knees. He had gotten the other Crow bar in the back.
“Ah! Shit!” Cameron said, as he realized he had been outsmarted.
“Ain’t so big now, eh kid?” The man said, waiting for Cameron to get up, so he could catch him in the back of the head.
“I’d have to say I am pretty big,” Cameron said, kicking back, and knocking the Crow Bar out of his hand once more. he then got up quickly.
He pushed the man to the floor, and began to punch away at his face, causing his nose and lip to bleed.
“I don’t know who is paying you to do this,” Cameron said “But I am sure he must be a real prick.”
The man then pushed Cameron Off and stood on Cameron’s stomach.
“But he sure pays well,” Just then the elevator beeped. They were there, outside of the Presidential Suite.
Cameron tried sitting up, which caused the man to loose his balance. Cameron took advantage, and pushed the man over. Cameron quickly picked himself up, making sure to press the button to go to the first floor on his way out of the elevator.
Once the door was closed and the elevator was far enough gone that the whirring noise of the elevator was gone, another noise was heard, it sounded like a saxophone. Cameron kept walking down the hallway, the noise getting stronger. Once he got outside of the door of the Presidential Suite, he heard the song that was being played. “Heartbreak Hotel.” Cameron pushed on the door, and it opened. And Cameron saw who was playing the sax.
“Fuckin’ Bill Clinton.”
With that, the sax player took his mouth away from the instrument and grinned at Cameron.
“Why, hello young American!” Bill said walking over to Cameron.
“You have something I want,” Cameron said, sweaty, bleeding from his lower lip.
“Do I, now?” Clinton answered, shaking Cameron’s hand.
“You have my girlfriend,” Cameron said.
“Yes, I do,” Clinton said, driving his fist into Cameron’s stomach. Cameron doubled over, his arms wrapping around his middle
“Well, do you want her,” Clinton asked, as Cameron dropped to his knees squeezing his torso.
Cameron nodded his head, and then grabbed Clinton’s leg, hitting him in the back of the knee, and causing him to drop down to one knee. Cameron then pulled Clinton’s other leg out from under him, leaving Clinton almost doing the splits.
Cameron then hopped to his feet and jumped up, turning his body in mid-air and catching Bill in the back of the head with his foot. Clinton fell over, but quickly picked himself up to a vertical base.
They stood face to face, both with fists raised. Clinton the stopped and pulled off his suit jacket, and undid his tie taking it off. He also rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Cameron then ran over trying to punch him in the face, Bill dodged and caught Cameron in the back of the head with an elbow.
“Ah, fuck!” Cameron said. He then looked down at his feet and saw Bill’s Sax. Cameron picked it up, and started moving it around like it was a baseball bat.
“Wanna go, fucker?” Cameron asked.
Cameron came at Bill with the Sax, swinging once, Bill ducked, twice, Bill ducked again, three times, Bill ducked once more.
“Three strikes your out,” Bill caught Cameron in the chest with a punched that knocked Cameron back. He then dropped to the ground and caught Cameron with a leg sweep.
Cameron’s head bounced on the floor, causing his vision to go blurry.
“Ah,” Cameron said putting his hand to the back of his head. “Didn’t you just have heart surgery?”
“Yes, I did,” Bill said, walking over towards the closet, he opened it, and Jade’s hands were tied around the coat rack. “How are you doing sweetie?”
“Burn in hell, fucker,” She spat at Bill.
The sound of her voice made Cameron get up and run at Bill with his back to Cameron. Cameron jumped, his leg out. He caught Bill in the back, and he fell forward, landing on his face.
“Take that,” Cameron said, stomping on the downed Clinton.
Bill then caught Cameron’s foot, and Yanked him down next to him.
“Nice try, kid,” Bill said.
“Not too bad yourself,” Cameron said, panting.
They both got up, and each hit each other, once in a while would connect with a shot. After five minutes of going back and forth, both fell back, exhausted. Cameron was dead tired.
He had fought the two men who had tried to kidnap him. He had ran from the highway to the airport Sheraton. Fought four men in the elevator, and had now gone twenty minutes of bare knuckles boxing with the forty-second President of the United States. He was having trouble seeing straight. Cameron wasn’t sure if he would be able to go much longer.
Before he could catch his breath, Clinton grabbed his arm and swung him across the room, over a large couch and through a glass coffee table.
“Ah, fuck,” Cameron said, his back now gushing blood. He leaned on the back of the couch, trying to catch his breath.
He thought of ways to beat Clinton. Nothing came to mind, until he remembered poking out the eyes of the man in the elevator with a piece of glass. He grabbed a piece of glass, the sharpest he could see lying on the floor.
He picked it up, and hopped over the couch. Then, a shot went right over Cameron’s head. Cameron smirked, this was actually kind of fun. Cameron decided to run full out at Clinton. His arm extended, He moved out of the way of a few bullets, and then, he realized his hand was being covered in warm liquid. Cameron looked down and saw blood pouring out of Bill Clinton’s Torso.
When Cameron let go of the shard of glass, Bill fell flat on his back, his eyes growing glassy.
“Kid...” Bill said reaching his hand out, Cameron kneeled down to him, “Kid...”
“Yeah, Bill?” Cameron asked.
“You’re going to make a great President,” Bill said.
“Thanks Mr. President,” Cameron said.
“And... thanks for killing... my bitch,” Bill said before going rigid.
* * * Cameron Hayden, holding a brown paper bag, and Jade Chung walked through the Capital, where former President Bill Clinton and his wife Hillary Clinton laid for the public to see. Teary eyed, Cameron and Jade both walked to the casket.
Cameron walked over to Bill Clinton’s open casket, and looked down. Cameron patted Bill’s shoulder, and then reached inside of the brown bag and pulled out an issue of Playboy Magazine, putting it in the Casket, under the former Presidents left arm.
Cameron and Jade then walked off, hand in hand.
Three A.M. on the city street, When the air is sweet, I've had my mouthful. But it seems that outside the screen Such a pretty face often will look dreadful.
Am I beautiful? Am I useable?
It's killing time again. Put on your face and let's pretend, These killing lights won't kill us all again.
It's killing time again. Cover your face and we'll pretend, These killing lights can't kill us all again.
You see, they always remember. They never forget a face.
Cameron sat, in the same car as before, in the same traffic jam as before, just a few feet farther than he was earlier.
“Kitty Boy, by using Guns N Roses, you’re really proving how old you were. They must have just come out when you were what? 38 or 39? And your clothes say one of two things, you’re either REALLY old, or REALLY gay. What young, straight man wears tiger striped pants?!
“Wow, Kitty Boy is kissing Ben’s ass. That’s pretty funny. I mean Ben’s was EWE’s biggest bitch, and Kitty Boy misses him. It’s sweet, but kinda sad too.
“Wow, Kitty Boy beat Triple H! Yay! Who really gives a fuck? I’ve beaten Triple H, you needed somebody to beat him up for you, before you could beat him. Pretty sad, kiddo, pretty sad.
“You want to see Triple H is past his prime? Once again I direct you to the old saying, about the pot calling the kettle black.
“Wow, you called Derek Daniels a dork. That is on the cutting edge of insults, seriously. A Dork? Did you follow that up by calling him a big Stupid Head?
“Our mouths are getting to big for our asses to cash? I guess all the old veterans are on painkillers, because that was as incoherent as, well, a White Tiger promo. Seriously. Kitty Boy, you’re.. Well, you’re lacking when it comes to the IQ area. If brains were gasoline, you couldn’t start a fire.
“Dylan North has been busy with his X Tag title commitments. And how could he decide to defend the X Division title anyway? He’s JUST a wrestler, dumbass, he doesn’t book matches. Dylan North would tear Rikku, Derek Daniels, you and Blue Panther, a man he helped train, apart. You’re not near his level, Jeff. He would cut you up into small pieces and feed you to a real Tiger.
“You two have held more titles than Dylan and I put together, and rightly so, since Dylan and myself have both been here less than a year, while you and the Dynamic Dork, as you called him, have been here for years. So, yeah, it seems likely you would have won more titles. But what about the X Division title you hold? The only title me and Dylan have both held you have held too. You held it for what? Six days? Dylan and I have both held the title well past six days. Fucking idiot. ‘We’ve held more titles than you.’ You’ve also been in the EWE more than two years longer than me and Dylan. Seriously dude, you are so dumb... it hurts my eyes.
“Wow, a man in tight fitting tiger striped pants and gold embroidered boots called ME gay. Wow. That is once again like the pot calling the kettle black. All facing you two Douchebags will do, is make me and Dylan look even more legitimate as a dominate force in the EWE.
“Yeah, Tommy Dalton was the Power Ranger, he had shaggy brown hair, kinda muscular, fought evil. I AM fucking evil. Tommy Dalton couldn’t grow facial hair, I can. You’re short term memory must be shot after all those anal steroid injections. Retard.
“It’s funny you mention that match were you and Candice Michelle beat me, two on one. Contra was supposed to be there, but she wasn’t. I still showed up, and I still almost beat you and Candice. Fucker!
“Actually Jeff, I was the second biggest dra won Xplosion before I beat you. I had already had a very successful reign as X Division Champion. I had won people over. I showed you up backstage, and you went on a roid rage and demanded a match with me. And then lost. When you don’t have an unfair advantage you do not stack up to me. Simple as that. I Am Above You, you tumor of a human.
“How can I be not good enough, when I already have beaten you? You may have been “finding yourself,” but really, all you found, was yourself tapping out to me.
“You may be six times World Champions combined, but you’re both egotistical assholes, we, are a machine. Together, we dominated the EWE Tag team division like never before. It will take more than White Tiger and Derek Daniels to beat us. To beat me.
“I have never been one to accept failure. Which is why I cannot accept being in a match with you and Derek. This is almost an insult to my integrity, like if an Olympic gold medal diver, entered a belly flop contest, it is not right, to place somebody like me in a ring with somebody like you. Do you know why the White Siberian Tiger in endangered? Because of Me. White Tiger’s are no longer able to survive in the wild. And guess what, Lions are the king of the Jungle, not tigers you retard.
“You Main evented WrestleMania, three times, good for you. All of those WrestleMania’s are in the past. All of your World titles are in the past. Everything you brag about has happened at least three months ago! Your greatness is history. King Tigers reign has ended, you’re not the star you used to be, Hulk Hogan, Jr.
“You can only hang onto these shreds of fame for so long. Eventually they, like your penis, will become to small to hold on to. Already, Sean Lewis has passed you by. And I’m next. It is part of simple evolution. The old die out, the new come in, better than the old. I’m the new, you’re the old.
“Hulk Hogan claimed immortality, do you know what they call It when he wrestles now, a bathroom break. Just like when you wrestle. You are the walking bathroom break. When people see you, they have a very suddenly urge to urinate. YOU are the number one cause for Bladder and prostate cancer, you boring, closeted, overcompensating homosexual.
“When you;’re good, you’re good, but when you’re bad, you’re White Tiger.
Someone ask Derek Daniels if he ha gotten his ‘Cameron Hayden kicked my ass’ badge yet!
“My name is Cameron Hayden, and I Am Above You!”
When they cut cut cut cut cut cut cut you up, Cut cut cut cut cut they remember.
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut you up. Cut you uppppppppp.
It's killing time again. Put on your face and let's pretend, These killing lights won't kill us all again.
It's killing time again. Cover your face and we'll pretend, These killing lights can't kill us all again.
All again.All again. It's time again. It's killing time...
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"eWe Legend" Jeff Payne
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Post by "eWe Legend" Jeff Payne on Jul 16, 2006 22:56:56 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300][shadow=blue,left,300]Two Words: New Champions. Pay attention to the first scene. It can be confusing if you dont read it properly Twisted[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Deet Duh Dee on Jul 16, 2006 22:57:33 GMT -5
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Post by Shawn Ashlocke on Jul 16, 2006 23:56:05 GMT -5
(OOC: I realize the continuity of this storyline is heavily scewed, but for the sake of the pictures cotained in this RP, I needed to kind of skip some time, looks-wise to account for things like change in hair, etc. Please don't bother bitching at me about this, cause I really dont care... and if I lose based on something dumb like that, this place is twice as pitiful as I ever thought it was. Oh, and I didnt have a chance to code this, OR add in the pics I made. I'll most likely do that tomorrow. Sorry everyone, but I was stranded in the city and working all week.) The scene opens backstage as a man walks up to the production table behind the entrance curtain for an American Revolution pre-show. He is Shawn Ashlocke, the man we've known for the past few months as Dylan North, but there's something very different about him.... for one, his hair has grown out significantly, almost to shoulder length, and he has seemingly used some temporary dye on it to turn it black, in addition to wearing a phony black goatee - which shockingly resembles that of The White Tiger. He approaches the table and slips the technician some money. Ashlocke: Okay, here's what I want you to do.... cue up White Tiger's music, and when I signal you, I want you to hit it. Oh, and send one of your lackey's to deliver this to the ring announcer. He hands him a slip of paper. The technician looks at it, bewildered. He almost looks offended at one word he points to. Technician: Wouldn't something like 'caucasian' be a little more politically correct? Ashlocke: Politically correct!?!? Politically.... fucking.... correct? Do you think I give a flying fuck about politically correct? Do you know who I am? I'm about as P.C. as walking into a womens rights protest and yelling 'Which one of you sweet little cupcakes wants to come home with me, cook me a nice mean and gimme a blowjob'!!! The Technician tries to hold in a laugh, but just hands off the paper to a young man who runs out through the curtain. We cut out to the arena floor where we see him hand it off to the announcer just as White Tiger's entrance theme hits. There's a stall as the crowd looks confused. Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome.... a true EWE LEGEND... the one... the only.... THE ALBIIIIIIINOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOUUUUUSECAAAAAAT! Ashlocke walks out onto the ramp, so we can see that he's dressed just like White Tiger and everything. He stops and strikes a trademark Tiger pose before heading down to the ring to a chorus of boos and negative chants. He does everything exactly to the detail the way White Tiger would, right down to how he gets into the ring and everything, then takes a mic. In a purely Tiger-like voice, he begins to speak. 'Albino Housecat': Laaadies and gentlemen..... WELCOME.... TO MY LITTERBOX! I.... am The Albino Housecat... EWE LEGEND! The crowd starts to chant 'We want Tiger! We want Tiger!' but because this show is done so early, The White Tiger hasn't arrived yet. Normally Ashlocke wouldn't have either, if not for this special promo. 'Albino Housecat': Now... in just a few short hours, my partner and I will step into this ring to do battle with two complete NOBODIES.... I've never even HEARD of these guys! I mean.... Cameron Hayden.... SUPPOSEDLY one of the biggest names in EWE right now.... but me? I've never heard of him. And Shawn Ashlocke, the man formerly known as Dylan North? ....BAH. UKW World Champion, current EWE double champion, ONLY man to ever hold all 3 X-Titles.... but really, what does that mean? I have NO IDEA who he is either! Of course... I might... if I wasn't so busy sucking up all the glory of being named the unofficial center of the EWE universe, and maybe had time to GIVE A SHIT about the simpletons of this company.... you see, around here, I could give less of a fuck if you're the guy who signs my checks, or the guy I pay to whipe my ass..... and yes, I DO have one of those! .....I don't fucking care? And why? I'M THE ALBINO HOUSECAT.... THATS fucking why! But now, ladies and gentlemen.... I'd like to introduce you to my partner for this Pay Per View EVENT OF THE CENTURY.... The one and only.... the muscle-bound boyscout.... The AMAZING.... Triple C.... THE CHAOTIC.... CHRISTOPHER..... CUMSTAIN!!! The crowd boos as "Dynamic" Derek Daniels' music beings to play. Out onto the ramp steps a man in a huge muscle suit. The giant fake arms and chest expand to a level that seems utterly impossibly for a real human being.... but the face is all-too-familiar, it's Cameron Hayden. He walks down the ramp with an exagerated walk of authority, stopping every few steps to flex his phony muscles, then comes up the steps onto the apron. Ashlocke has to actually hold the ropes apart, just to get the sheer mass of the muscle suit through the opening. He grabs a second microphone and hands it to 'CCC' 'CCC': Oh great Albino Housecat.... how honored I am to be graced with your presence.... I would kneel before you, if my extensive steroid use hadn't swollen my joints to the point where they scarcely bend! 'Albino Housecat': That's quite alright, Triple-C... go ahead with your part of the promo. 'CCC': Promo? ....Honestly, Mr. Housecat, the formation of an intelligent sentance never really WAS a strong point of mine. 'Albino Housecat': Good point.... well, how about you stick to what you're good at? Where is the ludacrisly big hawaiin fan? 'CCC' looks around for a second until a stage hand runs over with exactly that.... a ludacrisly big hawaiin fan. As the camera cuts down to the ring we see one of those laid-out lounge chairs sitting there, as 'The Housecat' has a seat. 'CCC' stands by, fanning him slowly as he sits in the lap of luxury, holding his microhone to his mouth. 'The Albino Housecat': See... now THIS is how I should be treated. How dare they expect me to stand, like a common man? Hell, it's INSULTING that I'm holding my own microphone.... but I'll cut them some slack, they're still getting used to having me around. But let me just say this.... tonight, Ashlocke and Hayden won't know what hit them. Hell, this might even be one of the few times where I actually break a sweat in my match.... for a chance to have championship gold around my waist again, it may.... just MAY be worth, actually putting in..... effort. He cringes at the very mentioning of the word. 'The Albino Housecat': Ya see... I'm used to working under the McMahons.... my wins were BOUGHT... now on XPlosion, it appears I'll have to go back to the old days.... where the guys actually fought back, and people talked about something a little more relevant than movie reviews of THE FUCKING MATRIX! He looks right at 'CCC' who acts like he doesnt know what he means by that. 'The Albino Housecat': But listen.... boys... don't let the hype scare ya. I'm human just like you.... and just think of it this way.... if you become bed buddies with the head of the company, develop the personality of a postage stamp, and cut three-hour promos with all the excitement of watching paint dry.... YOU TOO, COULD BE LEGENDS! The crowd all boo again. Housecat turns to CCC. 'The Albino Housecat': Speaking of which... I seem to have run out of things to say. What do ya say we go find ourselves some young boys..... uh.... I mean women, you can tell them how amazing I am, get them to agree to sleep with me, and then piss off while I work my magic? 'CCC': Yes sir... He says disappointedly as White Tiger's music hits again and the two go over to the ropes, climbing out of the ring and heading back up the ramp to a chorus of boos and "We want Tiger" chants. (Update: Pictures added)
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