Post by Leon Lonewolf on Feb 7, 2013 2:17:55 GMT -5
NOTE: This RP is for the CWF 1 Night Only event vs. Chris Osbourne in a Falls Count Anywhere Match
It's cold outside. About -5 with a windchill of -30. Not much of a surprise when you live in the heart of Minnesota. The unforgivable wind smacks you right in the face the a cold-blooded stepmother. With winds reaching 20 MPH, it is the perfect weather for hardcore snowboarding, skiing, hockey, and full blown physical training.
Wearing nothing but sneakers, shorts, a sleeveless tee, and a iPod strapped to the arm, I have been jogging for a good 45 minutes. I lost count how far I have traveled and I didn't bring my Pedometer. It's probably about time to head in. I tun around and run back to the property. My Fortress of Honor. The main building, the guest house, and the gymnasium, where I head towards. I strip to a jammer-style swimsuit and hit the showers I let the warm water heal my freezing skin as I ponder.
It's been so long since I stepped into a ring. Even longer with the Classic Wrestling Federation. My first taste in the national and international wrestling scene. The few years that passed since its final closing felt like decades. Back then, I was not myself most of the time, but now I am stronger, clearer mind, and more determined than ever before...
That image plays through my head dozens of times. My first match against James Baker...when he...HE...had to steal the spotlight...It was a Badd Dream I will never forget...It plays in my head like a horror film-like flashback. Black and white, eerie music, slow motion, I swore to myself I would rise to the top and promise never to steal spotlights like HE has...
I turned off the water, walked over to the pool. I dove in, beginning my mile-long swim. 1000 meters. Like I haven't done them before. If I wasn't so focused on my love for professional wrestling, I could go to the Olympics for swimming. It was my strongest sport back then. Even then, wrestling wasn't my strong point until after High School. Even though I began training well into High School, I wasn't all that good. Now, I am a International Superstar, a multiple-time World Champion, and most important of all...human.
Unlike THEM...The most hateful, vile, most criminal family of all. Like a Mafia, all they care about is what THEY want. THEY get all the spoils. THEY get all the attention from the Big Guys. THEY steal the spotlight from the newcomers and the more deserving, even if they didn't earn it. THEY get all the gold, and THEY will not stop until they are ridden of this Planet, or they destroy the Company from Inside out.
THEY killed the Classic Wrestling Federation. THEY nearly killed the company I helped create. THEY even killed a promotion THEY created themselves. No wonder people call them Fed Killers. THEY are a virus. THEY are nothing more than a cancer to this Business. A cancer to Professional Wrestling. A cancer...to the world.
I will rid this business of THEM..of this cancer. Even if no one will help me, even if I have to do it along...so be it.
I will be the cure...
I...I...
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I finish my swim and climb out. Back into the showers. Back under the warm, tingling streams of water down my spine. The relaxing stream acts like a little massage. I wash up, scrubbing every last ounce of Chlorine out of my hair. The last thing I want is to smell like a pool cleaner. I grab my shorts and shirt from earlier and threw them in a duffel bag I left in the locker room before my run. I removed my suit for something more comfortable. Black jeans with my wallet chained to the side, one of my old retro T-shirts from the early days in PCW, black boots, and my trusty trench coat. I hear my phone ringing just as I was about to head back to the house. It's none other than my roommate and best friend, Tyler Brownlee. I answer the phone.
LL: What's up?
TB: Dude. Get your ass back here. NOW! I just recorded this commercial on TV and you will WANT to see this.
I wonder what he could want to show me so badly that he had to call me instead of waiting for me to walk the 300 feet from the gym to the house?
LL: I'm just leaving the gym. On my way.
I hang up. I notice he has called 6 times before. Oh man. If the idiot is calling me instead of dragging me back, this either can't be good or something good has happened. I run back to the house, kick off my boots, and run into the living room, where Brownlee and my wife, Momo Uzuki, await me.
LL: What's so important that you had to call me instead of coming to find me and telling me in person?
TB: I know how you get when someone interrupts your training sessions. Anyway, take a look at this.
Brownlee plays the commercial, which seems to be a Pay-Per-View commercial judging by the bar on the bottom with a website and phone number to order. As the commercial plays on, my fists begin to tighten and shake.
PPV Announcer: This November...after many years away from television, professional wrestling returns...to the Classic! Classic Championship Wrestling: 1 Night Only! See your favorite CWF Superstars of young and old live from the Rogers Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada! 2 HUGE Main Events! "The Golden One" Jeff Jericho takes on "The Ruler" Paul Blair with a special guest referee: Steve Duart! And...a Triple Threat Ironman Match between 3 of CWF's top stars before closing their doors: Pledge Allegience...Magnus Thunder..."The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne...3 men. 60 Minutes of pure wrestling!
Also: Another Triple Threat Match featuring Mike Van Pro, Z-Pac, and Chris Reinhardt. A heated rivalry continues as Sickboy takes on Chemical X inside a Steel Cage! Tige' takes on a International Masked Superstar as a special attraction.
Also on the card: 3 Special Clash of Era Matches! Alex Ruettiger takes on Yoshiru Long, "The Honorable Demon Leon Lonewolf takes on "The Daydreamer" Chris Osbourne in a Falls Count Anywhere Match, and T-Money takes on Bob Osbourne in a Brutal Ladder Match!
Don't miss a very special CWF Reunion Show: 1 Night Only! Check your local listings or call your cable provider.
The recording ended and I was full of rage.As expected, Daddy and boy toy of a son would be there, but I was not expecting to face a 3rd Osbourne. The rage and hatred to THEM shook me like a raging earthquake. Brownlee knew what I was thinking and ran to the computer to do some Google searching. Meanwhile, Momo hugged me to calm me down. I took a deep breath and immediately turned my head towards Brownlee.
LL: Status Report. Who is this fucktard.
TB: Christopher Osbourne. Born November 29, 1976. Age 36. Younger brother of "The Nitemare" himself.
I could not believe myself. Of all opponents I could be thrown with, they gave me the brother of The Mob Boss. This...this is...perfect. My teeth-grinding anger into a wicked smile. At last. Step 1 of The Cleansing Process is upon us. If I can defeat...no...destroy the little brother of The Mob Boss, they will see me as a threat. Then, they will finally come after me, underestimating me like they underestimate every young wrestler that they came across, and I will tear them down with my bear hands. The Cleansing of Professional Wrestling is soon upon us. My dear friend Mariano Fernandez did it once before, but now it is my turn. Soon, I will rid this business of the Cancer that is...The Osbournes.
LL: Brownlee. Call the airport and book me a trip to Toronto ASAP. NOW!
TB: Got it, broski!
I run downstairs into my private dojo in the basement. Inside, A camera is mounted to a tripod for cases like this. I sit on the benchand activated the Clap On to turn on the lights. I reach for the camera and started the recording.
LL: So after Mark Xamin called me a few months back and invited my to this CWF Reunion Show, I was expecting something great. What I wasn't expecting was something awesome. At first, I thought It would be someone like Yoshiru Long or Alex Ruettiger or even Tige'. But an OSBOURNE? Oh boy. Today must be my lucky day.
It must be special to be born into a family of cancerous ignoramuses, isn't it Chris? Your Brother, your nephew, your sister-in-law. Every one in the Osbourne family are a bunch of idiots who do nothing but adjust the spotlights on them. Even if they aren't Champions or number one contenders, they make sure that at least one of them is in the Main Event. Just look at the card! Robby is in the Main Event! No! Fucking! Surprise! And his son is the 3rd-to-last match of the night! Im surprised me and Chris aren't higher up on the card! He's a Osbourne! Osbournes don't open shows! And it's wannabes like the Osbourne family that respected wrestlers like Yoshiru Long are opening shows. Why? Because it's all about the Osbournes. And Chris, to me, you are no fucking better. It's in your blood. Stealing spotlights, stealing championships, stealing careers, steeling the very life out of great federations. That's why CWF closed it's doors years ago. Because your brother and nephew cannot control his greed. So what if you and your brother had a little family feud in the past. You're just the same. I wouldn't be surprised you and Robby staged your rivalry just so the two of you would appear on the front cover of every wrestling magazine in the country
It doesn't matter. None of this matters. Robby and Bobby, they will be dealt with later, that is, if T-Money, Pledge, and Magnus don't beat them to a bloody pulp first. Like every legit wrestler, they got to work their way to the top with honor and dignity. The Osbourne family makes sure all the legit wrestlers become jobbers or trophies to hang on a wall. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about that dreaded name that is Osbourne. At 1 Night Only, The cancer will return to CWF. but I will make sure it never progresses. And Chris, you are nothing but a stepping stone. A lingering soul behind your brother's shadow. That's why I didn't recognize you except by your last name. I guess you are the family idiot, too, since you were too stupid to think of a better moniker than "The Daydreamer". What is it that you daydream about? A better nickname? Finally stepping out of your brother's shadow? Some other impossible task?
Let's face it, Chris. Come 1 Night Only, you, Bobby, Robby, and the entire Osbourne empire will crumble. And after the darkest hours passes by and the fall of Osbourne has finally come, the love of the sport of Professional Wrestling will be revived and the Era of Honor will rise within the CWF.
The Angel has spoken...
... and chaos...
...will rain upon you.
FTB
Wearing nothing but sneakers, shorts, a sleeveless tee, and a iPod strapped to the arm, I have been jogging for a good 45 minutes. I lost count how far I have traveled and I didn't bring my Pedometer. It's probably about time to head in. I tun around and run back to the property. My Fortress of Honor. The main building, the guest house, and the gymnasium, where I head towards. I strip to a jammer-style swimsuit and hit the showers I let the warm water heal my freezing skin as I ponder.
It's been so long since I stepped into a ring. Even longer with the Classic Wrestling Federation. My first taste in the national and international wrestling scene. The few years that passed since its final closing felt like decades. Back then, I was not myself most of the time, but now I am stronger, clearer mind, and more determined than ever before...
That image plays through my head dozens of times. My first match against James Baker...when he...HE...had to steal the spotlight...It was a Badd Dream I will never forget...It plays in my head like a horror film-like flashback. Black and white, eerie music, slow motion, I swore to myself I would rise to the top and promise never to steal spotlights like HE has...
I turned off the water, walked over to the pool. I dove in, beginning my mile-long swim. 1000 meters. Like I haven't done them before. If I wasn't so focused on my love for professional wrestling, I could go to the Olympics for swimming. It was my strongest sport back then. Even then, wrestling wasn't my strong point until after High School. Even though I began training well into High School, I wasn't all that good. Now, I am a International Superstar, a multiple-time World Champion, and most important of all...human.
Unlike THEM...The most hateful, vile, most criminal family of all. Like a Mafia, all they care about is what THEY want. THEY get all the spoils. THEY get all the attention from the Big Guys. THEY steal the spotlight from the newcomers and the more deserving, even if they didn't earn it. THEY get all the gold, and THEY will not stop until they are ridden of this Planet, or they destroy the Company from Inside out.
THEY killed the Classic Wrestling Federation. THEY nearly killed the company I helped create. THEY even killed a promotion THEY created themselves. No wonder people call them Fed Killers. THEY are a virus. THEY are nothing more than a cancer to this Business. A cancer to Professional Wrestling. A cancer...to the world.
I will rid this business of THEM..of this cancer. Even if no one will help me, even if I have to do it along...so be it.
I will be the cure...
I...I...
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I finish my swim and climb out. Back into the showers. Back under the warm, tingling streams of water down my spine. The relaxing stream acts like a little massage. I wash up, scrubbing every last ounce of Chlorine out of my hair. The last thing I want is to smell like a pool cleaner. I grab my shorts and shirt from earlier and threw them in a duffel bag I left in the locker room before my run. I removed my suit for something more comfortable. Black jeans with my wallet chained to the side, one of my old retro T-shirts from the early days in PCW, black boots, and my trusty trench coat. I hear my phone ringing just as I was about to head back to the house. It's none other than my roommate and best friend, Tyler Brownlee. I answer the phone.
LL: What's up?
TB: Dude. Get your ass back here. NOW! I just recorded this commercial on TV and you will WANT to see this.
I wonder what he could want to show me so badly that he had to call me instead of waiting for me to walk the 300 feet from the gym to the house?
LL: I'm just leaving the gym. On my way.
I hang up. I notice he has called 6 times before. Oh man. If the idiot is calling me instead of dragging me back, this either can't be good or something good has happened. I run back to the house, kick off my boots, and run into the living room, where Brownlee and my wife, Momo Uzuki, await me.
LL: What's so important that you had to call me instead of coming to find me and telling me in person?
TB: I know how you get when someone interrupts your training sessions. Anyway, take a look at this.
Brownlee plays the commercial, which seems to be a Pay-Per-View commercial judging by the bar on the bottom with a website and phone number to order. As the commercial plays on, my fists begin to tighten and shake.
PPV Announcer: This November...after many years away from television, professional wrestling returns...to the Classic! Classic Championship Wrestling: 1 Night Only! See your favorite CWF Superstars of young and old live from the Rogers Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada! 2 HUGE Main Events! "The Golden One" Jeff Jericho takes on "The Ruler" Paul Blair with a special guest referee: Steve Duart! And...a Triple Threat Ironman Match between 3 of CWF's top stars before closing their doors: Pledge Allegience...Magnus Thunder..."The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne...3 men. 60 Minutes of pure wrestling!
Also: Another Triple Threat Match featuring Mike Van Pro, Z-Pac, and Chris Reinhardt. A heated rivalry continues as Sickboy takes on Chemical X inside a Steel Cage! Tige' takes on a International Masked Superstar as a special attraction.
Also on the card: 3 Special Clash of Era Matches! Alex Ruettiger takes on Yoshiru Long, "The Honorable Demon Leon Lonewolf takes on "The Daydreamer" Chris Osbourne in a Falls Count Anywhere Match, and T-Money takes on Bob Osbourne in a Brutal Ladder Match!
Don't miss a very special CWF Reunion Show: 1 Night Only! Check your local listings or call your cable provider.
The recording ended and I was full of rage.As expected, Daddy and boy toy of a son would be there, but I was not expecting to face a 3rd Osbourne. The rage and hatred to THEM shook me like a raging earthquake. Brownlee knew what I was thinking and ran to the computer to do some Google searching. Meanwhile, Momo hugged me to calm me down. I took a deep breath and immediately turned my head towards Brownlee.
LL: Status Report. Who is this fucktard.
TB: Christopher Osbourne. Born November 29, 1976. Age 36. Younger brother of "The Nitemare" himself.
I could not believe myself. Of all opponents I could be thrown with, they gave me the brother of The Mob Boss. This...this is...perfect. My teeth-grinding anger into a wicked smile. At last. Step 1 of The Cleansing Process is upon us. If I can defeat...no...destroy the little brother of The Mob Boss, they will see me as a threat. Then, they will finally come after me, underestimating me like they underestimate every young wrestler that they came across, and I will tear them down with my bear hands. The Cleansing of Professional Wrestling is soon upon us. My dear friend Mariano Fernandez did it once before, but now it is my turn. Soon, I will rid this business of the Cancer that is...The Osbournes.
LL: Brownlee. Call the airport and book me a trip to Toronto ASAP. NOW!
TB: Got it, broski!
I run downstairs into my private dojo in the basement. Inside, A camera is mounted to a tripod for cases like this. I sit on the benchand activated the Clap On to turn on the lights. I reach for the camera and started the recording.
LL: So after Mark Xamin called me a few months back and invited my to this CWF Reunion Show, I was expecting something great. What I wasn't expecting was something awesome. At first, I thought It would be someone like Yoshiru Long or Alex Ruettiger or even Tige'. But an OSBOURNE? Oh boy. Today must be my lucky day.
It must be special to be born into a family of cancerous ignoramuses, isn't it Chris? Your Brother, your nephew, your sister-in-law. Every one in the Osbourne family are a bunch of idiots who do nothing but adjust the spotlights on them. Even if they aren't Champions or number one contenders, they make sure that at least one of them is in the Main Event. Just look at the card! Robby is in the Main Event! No! Fucking! Surprise! And his son is the 3rd-to-last match of the night! Im surprised me and Chris aren't higher up on the card! He's a Osbourne! Osbournes don't open shows! And it's wannabes like the Osbourne family that respected wrestlers like Yoshiru Long are opening shows. Why? Because it's all about the Osbournes. And Chris, to me, you are no fucking better. It's in your blood. Stealing spotlights, stealing championships, stealing careers, steeling the very life out of great federations. That's why CWF closed it's doors years ago. Because your brother and nephew cannot control his greed. So what if you and your brother had a little family feud in the past. You're just the same. I wouldn't be surprised you and Robby staged your rivalry just so the two of you would appear on the front cover of every wrestling magazine in the country
It doesn't matter. None of this matters. Robby and Bobby, they will be dealt with later, that is, if T-Money, Pledge, and Magnus don't beat them to a bloody pulp first. Like every legit wrestler, they got to work their way to the top with honor and dignity. The Osbourne family makes sure all the legit wrestlers become jobbers or trophies to hang on a wall. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about that dreaded name that is Osbourne. At 1 Night Only, The cancer will return to CWF. but I will make sure it never progresses. And Chris, you are nothing but a stepping stone. A lingering soul behind your brother's shadow. That's why I didn't recognize you except by your last name. I guess you are the family idiot, too, since you were too stupid to think of a better moniker than "The Daydreamer". What is it that you daydream about? A better nickname? Finally stepping out of your brother's shadow? Some other impossible task?
Let's face it, Chris. Come 1 Night Only, you, Bobby, Robby, and the entire Osbourne empire will crumble. And after the darkest hours passes by and the fall of Osbourne has finally come, the love of the sport of Professional Wrestling will be revived and the Era of Honor will rise within the CWF.
The Angel has spoken...
... and chaos...
...will rain upon you.
FTB