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Post by Rikku!!!!! on Jan 26, 2008 15:36:46 GMT -5
Thanks Dan for reminding me that Rikku's ability is a thief My Last. Leave it to Rikku! Click my pic!
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Post by The Cabbage on Jan 26, 2008 22:25:47 GMT -5
Better Late Then Never...I know i may not have a chance...esspecially now that everyone has gotten most their rps up...none the less i am going to try to get four up...fucking exams RP 1 of 4? - Return Artist Credit to Pred for the RP layout...Credit to Judders for the coding of the RP Archiver www.geocities.com/efeding_insider_101
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Post by Mello Yello on Jan 26, 2008 23:06:07 GMT -5
BUY MY SHIRT! 3 of 4
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Post by JOHNNY FK'N CHAOS on Jan 26, 2008 23:39:42 GMT -5
1 of 4 (Maybe)
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Post by Chapter II on Jan 27, 2008 8:02:44 GMT -5
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Post by Sean "Slug" Lewis on Jan 27, 2008 11:54:37 GMT -5
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"eWe Legend" Jeff Payne
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Post by "eWe Legend" Jeff Payne on Jan 27, 2008 13:58:30 GMT -5
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Post by The Dynasty! on Jan 27, 2008 16:23:10 GMT -5
A Lucifer Grimm Roleplay
Scene One-Little Girl.
Scene opens with Lucifer Grimm in his lockeroom he is looking all around.
LG: Where the Hell are they?
HM: What are you looking for?
LG: My Keys.
HM:They don't happen to be on a Key chain that says Sturgis 2005 do they?
LG: Yeah did you find them?
Harley points to the TV. Lucifer turns around and see's Rikku standing in the ring holding his keys.
LG: That little bitch. She stole my keys.
HM: You have to admit though that was pretty fucking brave of her.
LG: Doesn't matter I am going to cripple her.
After a few minutes Rikku walks into Lucifer's lockeroom. Lucifer looks up at her and looks like he is about to commit murder.
Rikku: I was told by Jenna to return these.
Lucifer stand up and walks over to Rikku he just stares down at her. He takes his keys back and then grabs Rikku by the throat he lifts her up to eye lever.
LG: Take note little girl. I don't give a rats ass what you have done for this company and what titles or victories you have gotten. You mess with the Devil and your ass will get burned. You better pray to your God that you don't run into me in the Royal Rumble if so. YOU DIE BITCH!!
Lucifer releases Rikku she is struggling to catch her breath. Lucifer grabs her and just shoves her out of his Lockeroom.
LG: Now fuck off you little ring rat.
Lucifer slams the door in her face.
Scene Two-To my victims.
Scene Opens with Hells Bells by ACDC playing and Lucifer Grimm and Harley Madison riding down to the ring on his motorcycle. Lucifer and Harley get off and enter the ring.
LG: A Few short hours till the Royal Rumble. Thirty men and women with one goal to headline Wrestlemania. Well I can say this to get to Wrestlemania they have to go threw me first. Which is no easy task in matter of fact nobody has yet to beat me. That is going to stay the same cause I will win the Royal Rumble. I will go threw the gauntlet and one by one body after body will sail over that top rope till I get my Hand raised in victory.Lets take a little look at who I am up against.
A Picture of Sterling James Keenan appears on the EWEtron.
LG: Is he even still in EWE next!
Nest up a picture of Jimmy Stocks appears.
LG: HAHA I bet you think your the shit cause you have that has been Ted Dibiase by your side. Well he isn't go to help you Jimmy. All he can do is march you down to the ring then turn around and go back. No managers can be at ringside. Now he can teach you all he knows it wont help you much. Cause no matter what Dibiase teaches you it wont train you for the evil that is ME! Ted never had to wrestle anyone who is as soulless and as evil as I am. So Jimmy your just SHIT OUT OF LUCK if you run into me in the Royal Rumble.
Next is a picture of Chris Steel.
LG: So now your not going to retire. Ok no matter if you leave or stay wont change the fact you can't beat me Chris. I am bigger then you and I am better then you. You run into me and your porn loving ass will be going over the top rope.
next a picture of Judas Grimm.
LG: HAHA Little brother seems to me he is more focus on the Mid Eastern title then the Rumble match. SO next!!!
Next is a picture of LAW.
LG:HAHA now where talking. Law Chris Steel has told me all about you. HAHA hate to break it to you. But your comeback will be a very short one. Cause you might of been the shit back in the day. But now I run this yard and when you step in that ring with me you will get broken boy.
Finally is a picture of Rikku.
LG: Ha you all saw what I did to her. I put the fear of God in her skinny anorexic ass. When and I do mean when I get my hands on her in the Rumble. I will do to her the equivalent of a Monster Truck going up against a compact. It wont be pretty folks and Ohh yes there will be Blood.
Lucifer drops the mic and Him and Harley leave the ring.
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Post by Danny Danger on Jan 27, 2008 16:55:59 GMT -5
urgh, upgrading to a layout in a bit. sorry.
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A phone is heard as it rings and the scene comes to a beginning. Danny, who is still in bed, struggles to awake to pick it up the phone, for his goal at this moment is to at least stop the fucking ringing. We look around the room, and save the bed, it is much cleaner then the last one we saw, as well as the fact we see no Orlando Bloom, or anyone else that Danny has made clear he wouldn’t mind taking a swing at. The lights aren’t on, and instead of a pizza box, some Chinese boxes and containers are sort of scrambled beside the bed. Danny finally picks up the phone, and instead of just hanging it up and going back to bed, after a grunt he squeezes out… <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Uh, hello? Who the hell is this? <p> <font color=“green”>Phone Guy:</font> Hello, Mr. Jordison. This is your 9 AM wakeup call. Do you need anything? Some breakfast, perhaps? <p> <font color=“purple“>Danny Danger:</font> Uh… yeah, sure. Some pancakes or whatever I guess. <p> <font color=“green“>Phone Guy:</font> Right away then, sir. <p> We hear the other side hang up as Danny Danger manages to sit up barely. He reaches into his jeans which is on a chair next to his bed and pulls out a pack of smokes. He pulls one out and puts it in the corner of his mouth, then lights it. He takes a puff, rubs his eyes, then gets out of bed. He puts on the jeans he got the smokes out of just a second ago, then finds the shirt he was wearing yesterday, a signed Bullet for my Valentine shirt, and slips on some Vans. He also slides on a pair of black fingerless gloves, and then completes it with an ICP skull cap. He pulls out his cell phone and looks at a list of shit he has to do today. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Hmm… nothings really planned, I guess. Might as well cut a promo. <p> Right as he says this, the hotel door is knocked on. He goes over and opens it, to see Shawn Ashlocke in a little bow-tie with a plate of pancakes and a glass of milk. Danny laughs as Shawn appears to be embarrassed. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Uh… Shawn? <p> <font color=“maroon”>Shawn Ashlocke:</font> Just take your food, you little fucking fucker fuck. Cocky fuck *wink emoticon* I trained you. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Uh… alrighty then. Thanks, I guess. <p> Danny just takes the pancakes and slams the door, letting the milk spill all over Ashlocke as he screams how he’s been RP’ing since he was in the womb. Danny just laughs as he walks over to the table in the kitchen part of the hotel room. As he sets the pancakes down on the table, he begins to speak. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Man, this week has been fucking crazy. The week that I get my shot to become the number one contender for the EWE World Heavyweight Championship, and completely turn my damn life around, a bunch of shit, albeit good, gets thrown at my ass. And now, I sit here trying to get this roleplay up by 5 PM, so I can do another and post at 9 PM, and then another before 1 AM… such hustle and bustle, but hey, it will all (hopefully) pay off in the end. <p> Danny opens a the fridge and gets out some butter as he continues. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> People really do mistake how much this shit means to me. I mean, not to sound like a dork or anything, but I honestly do put my blood, sweat, and my tears into this shit. Hell, I can say to my name I shed a tear before over this crap that doesn’t even fucking exist. But, not too break to much kayfabe; onto the promo and all that noise. <p> Danny pauses, getting out a butter knife. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> I guess I’ll start off with this on an old-school note. He said I was a mix of Goldust and Matt Hardy… well, I’m fucking crazy as hell, and I love to fly; right so far. Then he said when he was even in BYW he had more skill then I. I call shinanigans. For one, you were never here when I was. This is the first time I will ever had seen you in action, and vise versa. But I warn you, I can be damn good when I want to be, and from the looks of your shit, if it’s the same way with you, you never want to be. You say you were insulted by how Eighteen compared the two of us? Well, speaking on the first time I’ve seen you’re pale, half pedophilic looking ass, I am too. It will be a pleasure hitting you with D7X, Jeff, because I can’t wait to see you shut up about that respect your elders bullshit. <p> Danny gets a smirk on his face as he dips the knife into the butter and begins to put it on the pancakes. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Then there’s the 9’16, 650 pound Brutality. Honestly man, who the fuck are you trying to fool with that? Haven’t you ever heard “the bigger they are, the harder they fall”? Well whether you have heard it or not, get ready to experience that shit. You said my promo was horrible, fair play. It probably was. I won’t go around bragging like it ain’t nothing, pulling the “I will win OMFG it’s final FATALITY” card that you and about a thousand others are pulling. You are doing good for someone who was on fucking Download two weeks ago, I won’t lie; you’re proving to be somewhat amazing my friend… <p> Danny pauses… <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> But regardless, you’re still screwed, blued and tattooed as far as this match is concerned. I mean, sure, you’ll be around the top like all the other big ones… maybe even number two… but then a little fucker, like me perhaps, will knock you out. It happens, so come to terms with it now or face the biggest shock of your life when you have to lose to someone about 1/16th of your size… and as far as the homo thing, come on, we all know I’ve been wanting to tap that shit as far as Bloom is concerned. Hell, if it makes you feel any weirder… I think Triple H is inching himself up that list. *wink* <p> Danny laughs a little to himself before continuing… <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Now, I’d like to talk about a man who, and I quote, said: “Once I get my hands on that little emo wannabe I’ll shove his head so far down his throat, he’ll be shitting teeth.” - Of course the only man stupid enough to think that was possible even through fantasy is the one and only Chris Hart. You said that losing to me in your hometown or country or whatever in front of all those frostbacks was the most embarrassing loss of your pathetic career. Please, you’ll make me blush, Hart. Who would have ever thought that the son of one of the greatest performers in wrestling history could be so puny and, more so, lame. Honestly, you say that me winning was luck? < p> Danny shakes his head from side to side, smiling. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Man, I agreed on fucking 1-1 for your bitch ass, and still, you puss out. That’s not called luck, that’s called having someone who isn’t good enough to be a janitor for Extreme Wrestling Entertainment, let alone be a wrestler, and let alone be in the Royal Rumble. Don’t worry though, management… he won’t be in there for long if I have anything to say about it. You want to start a faction or something with that bitch Pred? You want to protest about how you both hate me? Oh well, the haters make me famous. Ha. <p> Danny puts the butter up and reaches into the cabinet for some syrup. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Now, onto the man who dedicated most of his promo to me, and which also makes me blush. One of the many other people that hate my guts, Mr. Predator. See, what I love about this business is about how some people try to win, and some people try to make BFF’s. Some people try to make some homies, and some people try to fucking take this place by the horns and go head on. See, there’s two kinds of people. There’s the ones like Predator, who wanna meet their gay lover, and then there’s the ones like me. The ones like the Addiction. The ones who get in there, do their best and leave. This reason more than anything is probably the reason why the shit didn’t work out. <p> Danny laughs… <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> But hey Pred, if you, Blue Panther, Chris Hart, Kaiser Way, Red Thunder, Julio Diaz, and any other Cabbage Chars he can whip out want to focus on me beating up an actress so I could become a singles wrestler, then fuck, then do it. Think about how I wanted out of the shit so bad, I told management to launch quite possibly one of the most tasteless story lines we’ll ever fucking witness. Think about how I was so tired of the damn Saints, mainly because of you’re current boyfriend’s bossiness, that I was willing to do that. But why’ll you punch holes in walls about that, I’m going to talk about you jobbing the ME title. <p> He pauses… <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> You say you told them to let me have? Alright, you did then. But come on, you think that’s the only reason I won? You think that if you hadn’t of said that, it would have automatically been yours? Man, there’s more to this shit than just by what you say, there’s also what THEY say. Regardless of whether or not you told them to let me have it, take a good look at it all. A good, good look. Do you really think your repetition of a roleplay you already did months before was really what they were looking for? You think they all really love the You Look Funny thing week in and week out? <p> He pauses, laughing just a little bit. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Pred, not only do you need to get over yourself, but you also need to get over the past. And if you don’t want to, then I’ll be glad to help, by throwing you over the top rope so hard and fast that it knocks you the fuck out and you forget the entire deal. - I really do hope you try to get me out first, because when you do, it will be all the more of both a shock for you and an orgasm for me when exactly the opposite goes down, Mr. Predator. <p> Danny pours the syrup on the pancakes, still thinking about the match as he does so. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Then there’s the most overrated man that I have ever come to meet, and that’s the one and, thank God, only, Dan Taylor. I don’t know, it’s like this guy was born with some sort of birth defect. He tries, man, he really does. Every week, he has “Dan Taylor cocks his trademark smirk” in ever single one of his descriptions… every week, he swears to all that is holy that next week or the week after that, he WILL get his chance, or he WILL win the title… but, in the last year of saying so, he hasn’t. He’s been able to get a shot, what, once? And what happened? He failed, where someone like Mr. Man could win. Is that really a legend, people? Is that really the future face of EWE? God, I hope not, because if he is… then this place is fucking doomed all to hell. God help us if the most generic, overrated, and near illiterate man in EWE history becomes our champion… God help us, indeed. <p> Danny reaches into a drawer and gets out a freshly sharpened knife and a fork, and begins to cut his food. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Oh, and how dare I let myself even come close to forgetting? The greatest Canadian Skateboarder to ever set foot in an EWE ring. Slug, the reason you have the fame you do, I sometimes battle with to understand. I mean, yes, sometimes you are truly amazing. Like that Jeopardy idea? Genius man. But it’s either something like that, or a repeat of whatever happened last week, some cocky promo, then to top it all off, “this is gonna be good”… Sean, I’m sure you’re pretty confident about this match. Hell, when are you not? But you have to realize that there’s something different about this match… you’re not judging it. And as you’ll discover once the bell sounds and someone that ISN’T you has their hand raised high, well, just picturing the look on your face makes me think that, ha… <p> <b>THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD!</b> <p> Danny laughs a little to himself again. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Sean, you called me cocky. Quite a hypocrite, aren’t we? You seem to think I ran from the EWE when you stomped my face in? Man, I ran from the EWE because I needed a break before I ended up as lame as, say, you. Truth be told, I am this little shit you speak of, and everyone IS against me, for the most part… I wouldn’t have it any other way because, as I said before, I’m not here to meet someone I’ll get a tear drop tattoo over when they die… I’m here to prove so many people wrong that it would take the rest of the 3K I’m limited to in order to list them all. <p> He is now finished with the cutting and sits down. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> Two more remain. First off, the lovely, and I mean lovely Rikku. The woman who I have spent many hours hiding in her bushes outside her bathroom, just waiting for her to take a shower or something. She wished me luck, which is awesome, and I do the same to her… but, come on. The same roleplay as she did for Wrestlemania? Damn near to the T? Hell, in my opinion that’s the reason why Predator lost to me all those months back. So why try to follow in his footsteps, Rikku? Why? As you and so many others have proclaimed, this is your “last chance”… So why not some originality, as if you’re treating it like it’s your last chance, eh? <p> Danny smiles. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> And then there’s Edge. The one who is wasting all of our time, just to fucking waste it. Edge, you main evented Wrestlemania, which is something that very, very few can say they have done. But the only reason you did that in the first place was because you hit Cabbage wit, what? 5-0 or some shit? If you think you’re going to main event again, man, it appears that YOU’RE the one that’s gone way, way, WAY over the motherfucking Edge. <p> Danny Danger takes a bite out of his pancakes still with a smile. <p> <font color=“purple>Danny Danger:</font> I’ll be continuing this in a bit. Cameron, White Tiger, and all you… if you all think you’re safe, then you’re fucking crazier than I. <p> Danny takes another bite as the scene fades out.
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Post by Chapter II on Jan 27, 2008 17:21:18 GMT -5
Pre-rumbleI know that I haven't won, but I 'ave to say one thing. It feels fucking good to be back.
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Post by ^Rated R Superstar^ on Jan 27, 2008 18:12:44 GMT -5
well i always thought law, dan taylor, or hayden winning the rumble..... those are my 3 favs to winning it... now that said... i just wanted to be part of the match and not coming out a of the rumble eliminated very fast www.geocities.com/slickhustler1//royalrumble33.html
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Post by R X K Ciaran Michaels on Jan 27, 2008 18:42:30 GMT -5
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Post by Danny Danger on Jan 27, 2008 20:57:11 GMT -5
3/4 bitch
The scene fades in at a skateboarding gathering in Indiana, near the outskirts of Indianapolis. It’s a celebrity thing, where a bunch of different famous athletes representing different athletic fields all come together in a sort of a skate off, and the winner gets 20 grand on behalf of them and their company for a charity of their choice. Anyway, as the things are starting, we see the same rusty car we saw last time pull up. From it steps a smiling Danny Danger in jeans, Etnies, a 69 eyes t-shirt and a Slipknot skull cap. He walks up to the grounds in which the event is taking place and is stopped by a dude in a suit.
Dude in a Suit: Man, we really appreciate you coming out for this event, Danny.
Danny Danger: No problem, Dude in a Suit. I don’t skate, but hey, I support the idea.
The Dude in a Suit smiles and nods, leading Danny to a judge’s booth. Danny sits down next to the likes of Rodney Mullen, Randy Orton, and Teddy Bruschi. He smiles at them all, as they do back.
Announcer Guy: OK, let’s get things started with round 1. Skating for Adidas sneakers, Kobe Bryant!
The cameras then cut to Kobe Bryant who is at the top of a ramp. He tries to drop in, but because he’s black he slips and falls right off the bat. All the judges hold up cards with 0’s on them, excluding Danger who holds up one with a 10, as he can not stop laughing. Skip ahead a little bit though, as we see Don Hinson, who has been kind of a douche to everyone else, crowned the victor. The crowd boos a little, but even more so once he announces that the charity money goes to the Don Hinson Relief Fund. Don smiles and laughs, but stops once he sees Danny Danger sitting at the judges booth with everyone else. He then uses his skateboard to point at Danny.
Don Hinson: Hey, you, punk.
Danny looks at Don.
Don Hinson: You think you’re cool, don’t you? When you would have never been good enough to be in my ECW fed I have now, or the AWO one I once had, so you just ran to EWE. Well why don’t you get down hear and we have a bit of a skate off!
Danny Danger stands up…
Danny Danger: Uh, why? I don’t skate, dude.
Don Hinson: What… are ya… chicken?
Don imitates a chicken, making a complete douche out of himself. The fans watching begin to chant “Kick his ass, kick his ass!” however, and Danny shrugs and asks himself why not. He is handed a Creed board which he thinks is kinda gay but that’s what he was listening to on iTunes when he got to this part so he figured might as well. Anyway, he walks down to Don Hinson. A Dude in a Suit walks up with a coin and tells the two to call it in the air.
Danny Danger: Heads.
Sure enough it did land on heads. The Dude in a Suit looks at Danny.
Danny Danger: Let this little bitch go first.
Everyone in the audience in like “OHHHH” and Danny just smiles. Don grabs his board and goes to the drop in. He does so and right off the bat lands a pop-shove it. He then kick flips over a bar, then onto another, grinding. While on the bar, he kick flips into a nose grind. He does a bunch of other cool and seemingly impossible tricks, especially for someone for someone who doesn’t really skate, and ends it all with a backflip off a half pipe. He kicks up his skate board as a mixture of boos and cheers occurs.
Announcer: Wow, what a show! Judges?
The judges hold up a 9, an 8, and an 8.5.
Announcers: Alright, Danny, it’s your go.
Don Hinson: Ha, yeah, let’s see what you’ve got, bitch.
He then just cocks a smile at Danny, waiting for him to go. Danny swallows a huge gulp of saliva in nervousness. The crowd begins to chant his name, as Danny thinks about what to do. Suddenly, he picks up his board and breaks it across Don Hinson’s face. The crowd goes insane as the camera cuts over to the judges, who all hold up 10s. Danny smiles and leans over the knocked out Don Hinson.
Danny Danger: Now get back to recruiting WWE superstars, or training in OVW, or cleaning the bathrooms in McDonalds, or whatever the fuck your job is.
Danny smirks as the crowd watching once again goes crazy. Danny begins to walk off grounds, but the Dude in a Suit stops him.
Dude in a Suit: Wait, Danny. What shall the charity go to?
Danny thinks for a second or two.
Danny Danger: Hmm… ya know what, the Don Hinson Relief Fund… nigga needs it more than any of us. Ha.
Danny gets in his car and drives off. We follow for a little bit, but it’s not long before he stops at an arena. In fact, this is the arena that will be hosting the 2008 EWE Royal Rumble. Danny smiles as he parks in front of it. He gets out of his car and throws on his trench coat, still with a grin, as he walks up to the arena door. He tries to tug it open, but alas it is locked, so he takes a pot with a plant in it near the door, and throws it through the glass of the door. He climbs through it and disables the code for the alarm that is near the door. He then walks into the backstage area, then takes a way to enter the arena. In the arena we see some underpaid Mexicans working on setting the ring, most of which is done except for the ropes. He tells them to leave and they comply, cause he’s the fucking Addiction. Danny sits down on the edge of the ring and sighs.
Danny Danger: I promise to you I did not come in here to cut the same old, empty arena, black and white promo that I’m sure 5 other people have cut by now. Hell, the Mexicans are over there eating lunch on a bench, and this is in good ol’ fashion color vision.
He pauses…
Danny Danger: You know, all my life, people have said the negative, whilst in my mind I have kept thinking about the positive. Thinking that one day, despite how weird and mentally insane I am… one day, despite how much people either love or hate me and how emotionally unstable I am… I will not only get my shot, but take it as well. And now, in just a few short days, that shot will be in front of me, and the only thing that stands in my way of taking it… is 29 other superstars in the exact same situation as I am right now.
Danny sighs again…
Danny Danger: The odds of me winning? Near impossible. Especially when you have people like White Tiger, and Jeff Rodgers, and Rikku, and Law in that 29. A bunch of legends who are all saying this is their second, third, or even forth, or fifth… and possibly sixth chance. A bunch of legends who, unfortunately, hate kids like the one you see before you. Kids like me, that are all bark prior to the match. Kids like me, that take advantage of emotions and illnesses and stabilities, whether it be one or the other, or both. Kids like me that, for lack of a better term, do anything they fucking can to win.
He pauses again…
Danny Danger: I know why a lot of people dislike me. It’s cause I change who I am so much. It’s cause I’m such a little shit. But the difference between all of that and this week is that I cared, up until this match. See, once you get a chance like this, a chance to become the EWE World Heavyweight Championship Number 1 Contender ALONE, you quit caring about what people think. There’s one person you care about, but not in a good way. You care about whoever the champion is. You care about whoever has that belt wrapped firmly around their waste. Law? I don’t give a damn. White Tiger? Fuck off. But, Mr. Man… now that’s a different story… or it will be once I get the Number 1 Contender to go along with my many nicknames.
He thinks to himself a little before continuing…
Danny Danger: But see, there’s a difference between me and a lot of other people in this match. I’m sure some people think that the difference is a good thing, and others vise versa. But the difference, like it or not, is that I’m not only trying to win this for myself. I mean, dear God, don’t get me wrong in the least; I want this for myself more than ANYTHING right now… but there ARE other reasons. Reasons like these fans, who sometimes love me and sometimes not so much. Whether they do or they don’t, they know deep down that I try harder then anyone else. I really do try as hard as I possibly can every week, whether it be it against a jobber, or a fucking legend, I go all out. And that is something I will put on my name no matter what the case is.
He pauses again…
Danny Danger: But enough about me, let’s get on with the shooting… So, what about this Ciaran Michaels douche? We met off once in a tag match, back when I was in the Saints and when SUCKS was just starting… Man, I don’t know why, probably cause they took their name from a shit TNA tag team, but I hated ‘em pretty much right off the bat. Like, I already hated Knoxx… but Ciaran just reminded me of every other fucking 2005’er that reared their ugly head for this one. You came into this match, barking like a mother trucker, talking about how you were going limit no matter what and how it was your match from the get go… well here we are, and as I cram all day and sacrifice my Sunday more or less, I see you. A man who’s word isn’t worth what a pig could spit. Michaels, I suggest you go back to bed as you did in your last little segment… because just like with you and Ben, you can only DREAM of winning this thing. So dream on, Ciaran… dream on.
Danny thinks about some things before continuing.
Danny Danger: Then we have the former champion and practically man of the year, Cameron Hayden. A man who, what seems like mere days ago, was holding every fucking title available on Xplosion that was worth anything, something I myself had never seen done. And for that, I stand and applaud Mr. Hayden. What I don’t applaud, however, is the way you can lose the title, well lose every time you face really, to a man like Mr. Man. A man who doesn’t know what grammar and spell check is. A man who belongs in the fucking mid-card, whether I myself do or not. Someone who has a brother named Antonio. Aha… Seriously though, you say that I should have sucked it up when everyone and their mother said I was being carried week in and week out? Man, that more than anything is probably the reason I was labeled mentally unstable… and the fact that you think that you losing to Man all those times was unjustifiable is even worse than my ranting about Chaotic Saints. I mean, he beats you once, OK, you can say fluke… Twice is pushing it… but three fucking times, possibly more? Give me a break, and I’ll give you another the Used CD, you emo bitch.
He chuckles just a tad bit to himself. He then realizes something.
Danny Danger: Uh oh, appears someone escaped me last time. I mean, honestly, who the fuck is Lynx Madison, and why the fuck is he hear? Lynx, you have the problem a lot, and I mean a lot of people say that I have/had, and that’s the way you come in like a complete fire storm, and then something happens. Something takes away your skill, and you fade away as both a no shower and a disappointment. The difference is though that I have not faded away, not in the least. Whether people think I’m good or bad, that doesn’t matter. Every week you see me near the top of the food chain on that card. You did last week, and 20 bucks says you will again. Now if I win or not, I don’t know, but regardless, I’ll still be there. You, on the other hand, were just a detachable item that was on the balls of Johnny Chaos and Alex Stone, and for a tiny bit Dan Taylor. But that’s in the past. Onto the present… In the present you’re seeing psych’s and talking to drunks. Well, I’m a drunk, and I never see a fucking psych. I like my crazy, and it’s that very crazy, that very x-factor that is gonna guide me in this match, and guide you out of it.
He grins before continuing.
Danny Danger: Hmm, reminds me. How’s about this Johnny Chaos fellow? To be honest, there was a point in my life where this dude was my idol, and he still kinda is, just to a much lesser degree. He’s a lady killer. He’s a shooter. He’s a cocky asshole. He’s a lot of things, but there’s one thing he’s not, atleast not anymore; good. Sure, he won the belt from, who was it, Nero Phoenix in days gone by? But, come on, fucking Derrick Sanderson could beat Nero, so it’s not that big of a deal. Hell, Nero faded away the same basic way Lynx is fading away as we speak, and it appears what’s happening to Lynx and what happened to Nero is now starting to take it’s tole on our boy Johnny… One roleplay in a match where the winner gets a World Heavyweight title shot? Yeah, you want this a lot, eh John-o? It’s the people like that… that take up spaces and then don’t use them to their advantage… that I can’t stand. As I said I work as hard as possible every match, but for this one I’m raising the bar, whilst a bunch of others seems to be lowering the fucker. Makes me sick, almost. It really does. If there was ever a time the EWE needed a new face, man, it’d be now… and if I can help it, you’re looking at that face right now.
Danny gives off a cheesy smile that would make some laugh and some throw up.
Danny Danger: I don't care who you are, what your story is, or where you're from... Whether your as good a friend as K~Dawg, or as big an enemy as Predator or whoever... I don't intend on walking out, after putting all this fucking work into this, WITHOUT my hand being raised. I'll chop down Brutality with a fucking hatchet before I give up. I'll burn off Dan Taylor's smirk with a lighter before I get tossed out. I'll shove a signed picture of Vanilla Ice up K~Dawg's ass before I hear the announcer say "Danny Danger has been eliminated"...
He pauses...
Danny Danger: And to everyone who isn’t showing at all, who just doesn’t even care… People like Slade… People like Stealth… know that you’re at the top of my hate list. Pressed for time or not, you could do better then this. Oh well, if… no, WHEN I win, it will only make the victory more sweater. Enough of insecurity. Enough of having the spine of a jelly fish. Whether these fans, management, or God himself is ready for it: This match IS mine! And no one, not a legend or a no0b, will change that statement. Predator, eat a dick. White Tiger, feast on deez nuts, because I am going into this very ring, and then leaving, one Number 1 Contender shot heavier!
The scene fades out with a pumped up Danny Danger.
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Post by Predator on Jan 27, 2008 21:56:37 GMT -5
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Post by R X K Ciaran Michaels on Jan 28, 2008 0:56:05 GMT -5
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