Post by Papi El Sueno on Jun 23, 2011 11:58:28 GMT -5
OOC: Well since I'm technically booked. I might as well just put up an RP anyways. Mainly to help out the numbers so to speak. It is far from my best work, but this was done at the last minute. So take it as it is and enjoy it. 
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"The news has been buzzing all week. We had a shocker last week. PCW announced that it was closing up shop with Cataclysm being the final event. What makes it more intriguing is that Shannon Saint sold all the rights to PCW, YCW and ICW to Baker-Money Ryder Productions. For those living under a rock. That company would be owned by Terrell Ryder and myself. We not only own the rights to wrestling companies, but we also are in the music industry. Having signed Steve Storme's band The Dead Pool and a couple of other groups as well.
Things are going rather well for us, business wise.
Even though I now own the rights to PCW, I'm quite sad that it is going away. I've had some good times in this company. Competed in some kick ass matches, great quality opponents. Got higher on the food chain than I did in the CWF... as far as main-eventing went. Of course, I know the reason why I never got to main event any CWF cards... I can thank Purple shit for that one! But the only good thing that comes out of this... is that PCW ends on a high note.
Am I gonna miss this place? Of course. I loved this place and nothing can take away the memories and the friendships I've formed since this place formed. What will happen to me once Cataclysm passes? It's a simple question that has a simple answer. I'm staying home. No more wrestling appearances for me. I am done as a talent and I will be at home, taking care of everything and spending time with not only my lovely wife Danielle, but also the kids as well. Family life trumps wrestling every day of the week.
It's time to make my way down the backstage area for one last time."
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The scene opens up to the backstage area of the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio. The mood is a little more quiet than usual. PCW events tend to be a bit on the loud side, but today. Everybody is just hard at work, setting up the show. At the entrance side of the building, a yellow cab pulled up and stops. Out came the man known as James Baker, and alongside him is his lovely bride Danielle Lopez, PCW's Broadcast Champion. James is sporting a white Dirk Nowitzki #41 Dallas Mavericks jersey, baggy blue Phat Farm jeans and Wheat/Cream Gum Nubuck Lugz drifter steel toe boots. While Danielle is wearing a Generation Xtreme top, faded capri pants and and black and pink DC shoes. Both of them are holding hands while their respective duffle bags reside on their shoulders. Once they entered the building, a backstage guy comes up to them and starts talking.
Backstage Worker: "Hey, did you guys hear? PCW is going to have a hall of fame/"
James: "No shit you fucking idiot!"
Danielle: "Baby, you promise to be a little calm. I know you get annoyed easily, but for now. Just stay calm."
James: "Alright."
After James just totally snapped at that guy. He and Danielle walk down the hallway. Upon turning the corner, they find a few other workers talking with a few of the talents. They walk past them before going to their own specialized locker room. They lay their bags in there and lay on the couch.
James: "I'm telling you. One of the things I won't miss about this business is having annoying little ass-hats run around and annoy the shit out of me."
Danielle: "You just don't like people."
James: "See? I knew you'd understand."
Danielle: "You should embrace them a little more. Never know, you might find some you could tolerate."
James: "Baby, I doubt that's gonna happen. There are very few people I like in this world, and I'm perfectly fine with having very few associates, because I just don't trust mother fuckers in this world."
Danielle: "It's understandable. I was just saying."
James: "I know. So what do you wanna do?"
Danielle: "I say relax. I hope you didn't have sex on the brain."
James: Now why would I have that?"
Danielle: "Because, you're a man. All men have it on their minds at most times."
James: "But I'm not like that. At least most of the time."
Danielle: "Ha! I got you to admit it."
James: "And what does that accomplish?"
Danielle: "I don't know. I was just trying to make conversation."
Suddenly, a knock appears on the door.
James: "Who the fuck could that be?"
James gets up off the couch and walks towards the door. He opens it up, and it's none other than Damon Warrens who stands there. James and Damon bump knuckles before he walks in. Damon and Danielle share a hug before he sits down on a chair and James takes his place back down on the couch, with his arm wrapped around his wife.
James: "So Damon, what brings you by exactly?"
Damon Warrens: "We gotta talk about something."
James: "Okay. Spit it out."
Damon Warrens: "You know that tag title match that is pitted with Nathan and Aaron defending against Monroe and her stalker, right?"
James: "Sure. Go on."
Damon Warrens: "Well, as you might have heard. The titles have been vacated."
James: "Your shitting me?"
Damon Warrens: "Afraid not. Nathan got injured again and is not medically cleared to compete. And Aaron refuses to defend without him."
James: "Didn't any of you guys offer to take his place?"
Damon Warrens: "We did, and he still wouldn't bite."
James: "So where does this leave the match?"
Damon Warrens: "Thankfully I was getting to that next. Since they will not be competing at Cataclysm. I decided I would be one of the replacements."
James: "Nice. Who's your partner?"
Damon Warrens: "That's the thing. I need a partner and that's why I'm here."
James: "Well, I'm sure Danielle will gladly team up with you."
Danielle: "He's right. I so would team up with you for the titles."
Damon Warrens: "Haha! I love Danielle like a friend. Don't get me wrong, but I was hoping to team with the guy who taught me everything I know in this business."
James: "So lemme get this correct. You want me to team with you, and keep the tag team titles in Generation Xtreme. Correct?"
Damon Warrens: "When you put it like that. Hell yeah."
James: "Ah. Okay."
Damon Warrens: "There is one thing. Are you down with us teaming together for the first, and possibly the only time?"
James: "Does the pope shit in the woods?"
Damon Warrens: "I don't know."
James: "Well, you know I'm down, man. This opportunity doesn't happen often and we may never get to do so again. So count my ass in."
Damon Warrens: "Excellent! I knew you'd say yes."
James: "Oh really? Now what's the strategy?"
Damon Warrens: "Kick ass and take names. Simple as that."
James: "Sounds like a plan to me. But Damon, if you don't mind. The wife and I need a little privacy if you know what I mean."
Damon Warrens: "A little too much information there, but I will gladly heed to your request. Just don't bust a nut all over the wall."
James: "Haha! Very funny asshole."
Damon shakes hands with James before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Once they make sure the door is locked, Danielle and James go to the shower area and that is when the scene fades out.
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"I gotta be honest with you all. I'm kinda mixed on getting back in the ring. Everybody knows why I went away in the first place. Well a multitude of reasons. The desire to want to spend more time with my family, the lack of wanting to brutalize my own body and the eye popping thing. My knee. It's no secret that I have had numerous amounts of knee injuries over the years. My latest one being very severe. Took three months to fully recover from it, and I competed in what was billed as my retirement match. As you all saw there, that little bitch Michael Morrison cheated to win. Little did he know.
I got the last laugh! HAHAHA!
Enough of recollecting of the past. I've recently been informed that I have not one, but TWO matches at Cataclysm. Is the Taint tryin' to send me to an early grave? I know I trash him on commentary every week... but so does everybody else. They all talk shit about him in the back, but unlike Generation Xtreme (and Steve Storme when he held the commentator job). None of those assholes have the balls to talk all that shit to his face. Then again, they also know that I am better than them. My resume speaks for it's god damn self.
Which match to get into first? I know! We'll start with the one I am originally in. Most know what that is. I can say with full confidence that I am beyond ecstatic to face Terry Richards again! It's been a long time since we matched up. Super Card VI if I'm not mistaken. I admit that things didn't go my way that night! Hell, a lot of things didn't go Da Xtreme Dynasty's way that night, but I was robbed. I was told to half-ass it and not get up in order to keep my damn job.
Why I did that? I still don't know.
I do know that is all in the past. The present has me still with a job and you, well the PCW Board of Directors canned your sorry ass for being a worthless drug addict. Even while on the fucking job! Pathetic if you ask me. You know who you remind me of Terry? The Purple Guy! You're just like him. Both of you are pieces of shits. Neither of you have any common sense. And in actual life, you both fail... MISERABLY! Damn, if I didn't know anybetter. I thought I was facing Purple Guy himself, but instead. It's just a midget who's best served on a box of Lucky Charms.
Terry, I want you to get this through your thick, retarded skull. And listen good! You have never beaten me fairly, and you know it. I know you're going to say that the only times I've beaten you, you were under a mask or some bullshit like that, and how you're still superior! Please, don't feed me the same line of bullshit that the fucking Christian's do to everybody else. I'm so glad to be an atheist! Terry, your illusions of beating me at Cataclysm is like saying Santa Clause, God and Jesus Christ exist. Those names are just illusions, they're not real. And your chances of walking out as a winner is just the same. So Terry, I would advise you to just not show up and keep whatever is left of your dignity... Oh shit! I forgot...
You don't have any!
Now we'll get into the one I was recently added to. The one for the PCW World Tag Team Championship! Now I had no clue I was gonna be chosen, but when I found out who my tag team partner was... Holy shit! I was psyched! It's not everyday you get to have teacher and student team up with one another for the gold. And that's how it is in this situation. Damon Warrens and myself as a team? I like the sound of that. It's glorious and it's like the 1992 Dream Team. We're all-stars in our own right. Damon has proven to be a way better "Nitemare" than that sorry douche bag who had the name in the first place. And me, you already know how I roll. I have won nineteen championships in my career. I'm clearly famous too in case ya'll haven't noticed.
Fuck the haters who say otherwise!
But I gotta say. It's a great honor to be teaming with one of the bright young stars in our industry today. Damon Warrens is an extremely talented wrestler. He can fly with ya, he can ground mother fuckers and he is just straight up hardcore. If I didn't know any better, I would say he's a reincarnation of myself. And I couldn't be anymore happier to team alongside him. Especially with the recurring injury to Nathan, and Aaron not wanting to defend without him.
I think this is the portion of the talk where I get into our opponents! Don't worry, I'll get to that now. The Heather's. At first, I thought ya'll were those bitches from the movie, but then I found out ya'll were real people. I knew one of ya'll anyways thanks to Alma Mater Diem! Don't think I haven't forgotten that. I'm not buggin' over losing to a woman! Completely opposite! I know what women can do in that ring, and I know that they can match up with any male and dominate them. Trust me, I trained our Broadcast Champion to be the best in this company, and she's flat out unstoppable.
But I'm much more brutal and dangerous.
Which is true. I can take a load of pain and punishment, more than any other person on the face of the earth. It's why I'm called "Da Xtreme Gangsta". Now Heather's, I have to ask. Are you two really prepared to meet a team of all-stars? Nah, nah, nah! I know you're gonna say you're prepared for anything, but I say it's a lie! Underneath that whole arrogant, cocky being, lies two chicks who are scared out of their ever loving minds! And it's understandable! Look at Damon and myself, and then look at yourselves. See something here? Well if you don't, I'll just tell ya. Ya'll are gonna get slaughtered... badly! Like Damon and myself are going to mutilate you, just like how cows and pigs are slaughtered every damn day. Except nobody will be buying your cut up carcasses at the local grocery store. Oh no!
Instead, we will prove why we are more superior than the rest.
Cataclysm is the perfect place for that. With it being PCW's final event, I know I am going to bust my ass and give it everything I have. For both matches, I will be returning to a side of myself that is well known within the public. Instead of the James Baker you have known in PCW. You all will be getting the psychopathic, face-painted, ruthless, reckless mother fucker that you all knew years ago. I will be going old school on your sorry asses, and if somebody gets hurt in the process... well they get hurt and I will not care in the slightest because that's just who I am. Once Cataclysm comes to a close. Not only will I have beaten Terry Richards, but Damon and myself will emerge as the NEW PCW Tag Team Champions of the World and that is a guaran-damn-tee! Nobody is gonna prevent those two outcomes from happening.
One more thing that I must let you bitches know before I get out of here...
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse, believe that."
Fade to black
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"The news has been buzzing all week. We had a shocker last week. PCW announced that it was closing up shop with Cataclysm being the final event. What makes it more intriguing is that Shannon Saint sold all the rights to PCW, YCW and ICW to Baker-Money Ryder Productions. For those living under a rock. That company would be owned by Terrell Ryder and myself. We not only own the rights to wrestling companies, but we also are in the music industry. Having signed Steve Storme's band The Dead Pool and a couple of other groups as well.
Things are going rather well for us, business wise.
Even though I now own the rights to PCW, I'm quite sad that it is going away. I've had some good times in this company. Competed in some kick ass matches, great quality opponents. Got higher on the food chain than I did in the CWF... as far as main-eventing went. Of course, I know the reason why I never got to main event any CWF cards... I can thank Purple shit for that one! But the only good thing that comes out of this... is that PCW ends on a high note.
Am I gonna miss this place? Of course. I loved this place and nothing can take away the memories and the friendships I've formed since this place formed. What will happen to me once Cataclysm passes? It's a simple question that has a simple answer. I'm staying home. No more wrestling appearances for me. I am done as a talent and I will be at home, taking care of everything and spending time with not only my lovely wife Danielle, but also the kids as well. Family life trumps wrestling every day of the week.
It's time to make my way down the backstage area for one last time."
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The scene opens up to the backstage area of the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio. The mood is a little more quiet than usual. PCW events tend to be a bit on the loud side, but today. Everybody is just hard at work, setting up the show. At the entrance side of the building, a yellow cab pulled up and stops. Out came the man known as James Baker, and alongside him is his lovely bride Danielle Lopez, PCW's Broadcast Champion. James is sporting a white Dirk Nowitzki #41 Dallas Mavericks jersey, baggy blue Phat Farm jeans and Wheat/Cream Gum Nubuck Lugz drifter steel toe boots. While Danielle is wearing a Generation Xtreme top, faded capri pants and and black and pink DC shoes. Both of them are holding hands while their respective duffle bags reside on their shoulders. Once they entered the building, a backstage guy comes up to them and starts talking.
Backstage Worker: "Hey, did you guys hear? PCW is going to have a hall of fame/"
James: "No shit you fucking idiot!"
Danielle: "Baby, you promise to be a little calm. I know you get annoyed easily, but for now. Just stay calm."
James: "Alright."
After James just totally snapped at that guy. He and Danielle walk down the hallway. Upon turning the corner, they find a few other workers talking with a few of the talents. They walk past them before going to their own specialized locker room. They lay their bags in there and lay on the couch.
James: "I'm telling you. One of the things I won't miss about this business is having annoying little ass-hats run around and annoy the shit out of me."
Danielle: "You just don't like people."
James: "See? I knew you'd understand."
Danielle: "You should embrace them a little more. Never know, you might find some you could tolerate."
James: "Baby, I doubt that's gonna happen. There are very few people I like in this world, and I'm perfectly fine with having very few associates, because I just don't trust mother fuckers in this world."
Danielle: "It's understandable. I was just saying."
James: "I know. So what do you wanna do?"
Danielle: "I say relax. I hope you didn't have sex on the brain."
James: Now why would I have that?"
Danielle: "Because, you're a man. All men have it on their minds at most times."
James: "But I'm not like that. At least most of the time."
Danielle: "Ha! I got you to admit it."
James: "And what does that accomplish?"
Danielle: "I don't know. I was just trying to make conversation."
Suddenly, a knock appears on the door.
James: "Who the fuck could that be?"
James gets up off the couch and walks towards the door. He opens it up, and it's none other than Damon Warrens who stands there. James and Damon bump knuckles before he walks in. Damon and Danielle share a hug before he sits down on a chair and James takes his place back down on the couch, with his arm wrapped around his wife.
James: "So Damon, what brings you by exactly?"
Damon Warrens: "We gotta talk about something."
James: "Okay. Spit it out."
Damon Warrens: "You know that tag title match that is pitted with Nathan and Aaron defending against Monroe and her stalker, right?"
James: "Sure. Go on."
Damon Warrens: "Well, as you might have heard. The titles have been vacated."
James: "Your shitting me?"
Damon Warrens: "Afraid not. Nathan got injured again and is not medically cleared to compete. And Aaron refuses to defend without him."
James: "Didn't any of you guys offer to take his place?"
Damon Warrens: "We did, and he still wouldn't bite."
James: "So where does this leave the match?"
Damon Warrens: "Thankfully I was getting to that next. Since they will not be competing at Cataclysm. I decided I would be one of the replacements."
James: "Nice. Who's your partner?"
Damon Warrens: "That's the thing. I need a partner and that's why I'm here."
James: "Well, I'm sure Danielle will gladly team up with you."
Danielle: "He's right. I so would team up with you for the titles."
Damon Warrens: "Haha! I love Danielle like a friend. Don't get me wrong, but I was hoping to team with the guy who taught me everything I know in this business."
James: "So lemme get this correct. You want me to team with you, and keep the tag team titles in Generation Xtreme. Correct?"
Damon Warrens: "When you put it like that. Hell yeah."
James: "Ah. Okay."
Damon Warrens: "There is one thing. Are you down with us teaming together for the first, and possibly the only time?"
James: "Does the pope shit in the woods?"
Damon Warrens: "I don't know."
James: "Well, you know I'm down, man. This opportunity doesn't happen often and we may never get to do so again. So count my ass in."
Damon Warrens: "Excellent! I knew you'd say yes."
James: "Oh really? Now what's the strategy?"
Damon Warrens: "Kick ass and take names. Simple as that."
James: "Sounds like a plan to me. But Damon, if you don't mind. The wife and I need a little privacy if you know what I mean."
Damon Warrens: "A little too much information there, but I will gladly heed to your request. Just don't bust a nut all over the wall."
James: "Haha! Very funny asshole."
Damon shakes hands with James before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Once they make sure the door is locked, Danielle and James go to the shower area and that is when the scene fades out.
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"I gotta be honest with you all. I'm kinda mixed on getting back in the ring. Everybody knows why I went away in the first place. Well a multitude of reasons. The desire to want to spend more time with my family, the lack of wanting to brutalize my own body and the eye popping thing. My knee. It's no secret that I have had numerous amounts of knee injuries over the years. My latest one being very severe. Took three months to fully recover from it, and I competed in what was billed as my retirement match. As you all saw there, that little bitch Michael Morrison cheated to win. Little did he know.
I got the last laugh! HAHAHA!
Enough of recollecting of the past. I've recently been informed that I have not one, but TWO matches at Cataclysm. Is the Taint tryin' to send me to an early grave? I know I trash him on commentary every week... but so does everybody else. They all talk shit about him in the back, but unlike Generation Xtreme (and Steve Storme when he held the commentator job). None of those assholes have the balls to talk all that shit to his face. Then again, they also know that I am better than them. My resume speaks for it's god damn self.
Which match to get into first? I know! We'll start with the one I am originally in. Most know what that is. I can say with full confidence that I am beyond ecstatic to face Terry Richards again! It's been a long time since we matched up. Super Card VI if I'm not mistaken. I admit that things didn't go my way that night! Hell, a lot of things didn't go Da Xtreme Dynasty's way that night, but I was robbed. I was told to half-ass it and not get up in order to keep my damn job.
Why I did that? I still don't know.
I do know that is all in the past. The present has me still with a job and you, well the PCW Board of Directors canned your sorry ass for being a worthless drug addict. Even while on the fucking job! Pathetic if you ask me. You know who you remind me of Terry? The Purple Guy! You're just like him. Both of you are pieces of shits. Neither of you have any common sense. And in actual life, you both fail... MISERABLY! Damn, if I didn't know anybetter. I thought I was facing Purple Guy himself, but instead. It's just a midget who's best served on a box of Lucky Charms.
Terry, I want you to get this through your thick, retarded skull. And listen good! You have never beaten me fairly, and you know it. I know you're going to say that the only times I've beaten you, you were under a mask or some bullshit like that, and how you're still superior! Please, don't feed me the same line of bullshit that the fucking Christian's do to everybody else. I'm so glad to be an atheist! Terry, your illusions of beating me at Cataclysm is like saying Santa Clause, God and Jesus Christ exist. Those names are just illusions, they're not real. And your chances of walking out as a winner is just the same. So Terry, I would advise you to just not show up and keep whatever is left of your dignity... Oh shit! I forgot...
You don't have any!
Now we'll get into the one I was recently added to. The one for the PCW World Tag Team Championship! Now I had no clue I was gonna be chosen, but when I found out who my tag team partner was... Holy shit! I was psyched! It's not everyday you get to have teacher and student team up with one another for the gold. And that's how it is in this situation. Damon Warrens and myself as a team? I like the sound of that. It's glorious and it's like the 1992 Dream Team. We're all-stars in our own right. Damon has proven to be a way better "Nitemare" than that sorry douche bag who had the name in the first place. And me, you already know how I roll. I have won nineteen championships in my career. I'm clearly famous too in case ya'll haven't noticed.
Fuck the haters who say otherwise!
But I gotta say. It's a great honor to be teaming with one of the bright young stars in our industry today. Damon Warrens is an extremely talented wrestler. He can fly with ya, he can ground mother fuckers and he is just straight up hardcore. If I didn't know any better, I would say he's a reincarnation of myself. And I couldn't be anymore happier to team alongside him. Especially with the recurring injury to Nathan, and Aaron not wanting to defend without him.
I think this is the portion of the talk where I get into our opponents! Don't worry, I'll get to that now. The Heather's. At first, I thought ya'll were those bitches from the movie, but then I found out ya'll were real people. I knew one of ya'll anyways thanks to Alma Mater Diem! Don't think I haven't forgotten that. I'm not buggin' over losing to a woman! Completely opposite! I know what women can do in that ring, and I know that they can match up with any male and dominate them. Trust me, I trained our Broadcast Champion to be the best in this company, and she's flat out unstoppable.
But I'm much more brutal and dangerous.
Which is true. I can take a load of pain and punishment, more than any other person on the face of the earth. It's why I'm called "Da Xtreme Gangsta". Now Heather's, I have to ask. Are you two really prepared to meet a team of all-stars? Nah, nah, nah! I know you're gonna say you're prepared for anything, but I say it's a lie! Underneath that whole arrogant, cocky being, lies two chicks who are scared out of their ever loving minds! And it's understandable! Look at Damon and myself, and then look at yourselves. See something here? Well if you don't, I'll just tell ya. Ya'll are gonna get slaughtered... badly! Like Damon and myself are going to mutilate you, just like how cows and pigs are slaughtered every damn day. Except nobody will be buying your cut up carcasses at the local grocery store. Oh no!
Instead, we will prove why we are more superior than the rest.
Cataclysm is the perfect place for that. With it being PCW's final event, I know I am going to bust my ass and give it everything I have. For both matches, I will be returning to a side of myself that is well known within the public. Instead of the James Baker you have known in PCW. You all will be getting the psychopathic, face-painted, ruthless, reckless mother fucker that you all knew years ago. I will be going old school on your sorry asses, and if somebody gets hurt in the process... well they get hurt and I will not care in the slightest because that's just who I am. Once Cataclysm comes to a close. Not only will I have beaten Terry Richards, but Damon and myself will emerge as the NEW PCW Tag Team Champions of the World and that is a guaran-damn-tee! Nobody is gonna prevent those two outcomes from happening.
One more thing that I must let you bitches know before I get out of here...
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse, believe that."
Fade to black
