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Episode 1; RP #2 vs. Shaw
Topic Started: Nov 25 2007, 10:01 PM (16 Views)
Alex_Liddel
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Episode 1: The Road to Winter Warfare

Scene One: Prologue [On Camera]

|+| A new light shines down on me. I have turned over a new leaf so to speak. I have been given the opportunity to finally get what is mine, the EWF World Championship. I have to make my way to Winter Warfare, so I can climb into the Punjabi Prison to face a man I used to call a friend. At Xtreme Collision, I showed Adam what he has to look forward to in the coming weeks. Now that I have aligned myself with the Gods Among Men, the only thing that stands between me and the World Title are Weapons of Mass Destruction. I will keep this all in my head until the times come where this knowledge becomes useful. For now however, I have decided to continue on my ride to the top. I invite you to take that journey with me. Let's go....|+|

~ The camera lays outside in an empty parking lot. The camera sureveys it's sundown surroundings, still unsure of it's whereabouts, until the small roar of an engine can be heard. The camera pans around and notices a black Mercedes SLK 350 pulls up, headlights on. The car comes to a complete stop and sits for a moment as the camera admires the car. After a few seconds, the driver's side swings open slowly, and Alex Liddel climbed out of the driver's side seat. Liddel closes his door, adjusts his cuffs on his khaki Armani suit, then makes his way to the passenger side. He opens the door, reaches his hand behind the door, and when he pulls his hand back, holding on to it is a beautiful black girl. This girl comes out from behind the door to reveal a short, tight, black, strapless dress, with matching heels. Liddel closes the door behind her, and walks her to the hood of the car. The girl leans against the hood as Alex walks over toward the camera. ~

:: Alex Liddel ::
I can hear it now, "What is Alex thinking?" "He don't need a woman holding him from the top." Well folks, now's about the time you kindly mind your own damn business. As for who she is, this fine little thing over here goes by the name Cherice. This woman here is what the big boys in this business refer to as a perk. With women like this, men like me have no reason to stress out. So what, I have to take on a man that I once called a friend, and because of that, I should let it consume me? Now that would be the obvious path to take. As for me, I think I'll take the road less traveled this time. This time, I'm not going to give Adam the chance to tap into my thoughts. I don't think he could handle what I'm thinking. Even "The Phoenix" will humble himself before me once I walk away from Winter Warfare, and I do mean WALK out of there, with the EWF World Championship around my waist. The proven top dog around here. Now Linn, I would like to try to speak to you where you will understand me, so bare with me here. Hell's Kat, Steffy Coe, whatever other names she goes by, there's nothing she will be able to do once we step into that Prison. Besides, I don't think she'd be able to get through Aurora to even get to your side. As for Primal Forces, I took them both out by my damn self. This week, I am taking your boy to school. I'm going to drag him through a pit of himself much, much deeper than yours. You see, last week, that was just me sending a message. You now know what I can do to you. I don't think I need to delve into it again.


:: Alyssa Simmons ::
Adam Linn? I've been watching this guy for a while now in the EWF. Yea, he's had a great run babe, then again, you WERE on Mayhem. I guess he couldn't hide forever. Now, to matters worse, it is for the EWF World Championship. Then add that Punjabby thing, and it begins to get ugly. Then, The Phoenix, or whatever popular name he's going by these days decides to make things personal. He attacks you as a man. He tried to send a message when he got into your head. Turns out babe, He didn't succeed in any of that did he? Tell then what you were telling me hun.


:: Alex Liddel ::
Well Adam, Nick, listen close, because I'm only going to say this once. Nick, your boy has felt the BTY Bomb, he knows how bad it feels. It is definitly enough to put a man down for three, but that doesn't matter this week. Pinfalls are non existant in a match of this proportion. I no longer need three seconds Nick, I only need two words. I've struck first blood on the race to the top. I made the first gash in the neck of the beast. Now this week, I move on and strike another blow. This time, I will be surrounded by fifteen feet of steel cage. You are putting your career on the line Nick, it's not a brave move, then again, you didn't have a choice did you? Well actually, you did have a choice, you could've just accepted Stryfe's reign and moved on, but no, that wasn't enough. For some sick cowardly reason, you decided to get his blood. Now that blood is on your hands, it is now your burden to bare. Last week, the future Mrs. Stryfe handed you your ass on a silver platter. Knowing you won't be one hundred percent in just a week, Stryfe overlooks that and places you against me in a Steel Cage "I Quit" Match. Now I've been in numerous "I Quit matches throughout my illustrious career, never has one of them confined me to a steel cage though. I guess Mr. Stryfe in all of his brilliance, has seen it a bit more fit to place the cage around us, and for the life of me i could not seem to figure out why. Then, just like a ton of bricks, it hit me. Mr. Stryfe not only does it to keep Weapons of Mass Destruction out, but it keeps you IN! Nowhere for you to run, noone to come to your aid, just me and you, fighting like two rabid dogs at Michael Vick's house. This does not bode well for you Mr. Shaw, this does not bode well for you at all. None of you in WMD will be able to stop this onslaught that is known as Alex Liddel. I come hard, I come real, and I come far to fast for any of you to understand. The Weapons of Mass Destruction will crumble in my hands like ashes in the wind.


~ Alex Liddel now turns around and helps Alyssa into the car. Alex starts laughing as he makes his wat to the driver's side.The scene fades to black. ~

Scene Two: I guess like they say.... [On Camera]

|+| Wow that was a wild night. I'll never forget the look on her face when I shifted those gears. The vibration in her face as the car begin to pick up speed. Man, what a night. Anyways, as you can see, I'm really looking forward to bringing the Weapons of Mass Destructionto their knees. Last week I sent a message to their big dog. This week, I destroy the Second In-Command. I mean, what do you expect? How am I supposed to prove to Stryfe that he truly did make a good investment other than swat the fly that's been buzzing in his ear? Well Nick put his hands on a man that has never wrestled, that was assault. Now it's payback time. Sorry, I think...|+|

~ The camera now reopens to show Alex Liddel, sitting alone watching the EWF Hall of Fame video. "The Welsh Destroyer" Nick Shaw is all over the screen with highlights from his beginning until today. One Welsh Destroyer after another, followed by the one...two...three. The camera crew rolls in and sets up for the following promo shoot with Alex Liddel. The video ends and the camera continues to focus on Liddel who hasn't moved a muscle. After a few moments, Liddel falls out of the chair, landing on his back on the concrete floor. Liddel jumps and gets back up to his feet, looking at the camera with a look of confusion in his eyes. After a few seconds, Liddel brings his hands to his eyes, attempting to wipe away the sleepy look in them. To no avail, Liddel kept rubbing, only making it worse. After a few moments of this, Liddel stands up, turns the chair around and sits down, facing the camera. As he situates himself in his seat, he begins to address the public. ~

:: Alex Liddel ::
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to a live, in depth look into the life of yours truly.I am your host, because it only seems fitting. Anyways, tonight I have a few things I would like to discuss. Number one, I need to say a few things to one, Mr. Showtime. Well man, you're actually starting to get to me, not mentally, that's way too difficult a task to ask of you. Not physically because of, well just look at me. You've got to my nerves. Everytime you open your mouth anymore, a baby dies in Kansas. Do you feel good about that? All those innocent children, sentenced to die, because of you. You want to be the hero, become Revolution's "Saviour"? Well then do something right for once, and shut the hell up! I've had just about as much of you as I can stand. We'll eventually have a third match, this time, there will be no excuses, no rematches, no doubts. When I beat you once and for all, I will finally send you back to the bottom. That's really all I have to say about you. I think after drinking in that bar in Wales, I don't need to say anymore. Now on to more pressing matters, namely, Nick Shaw. Now I know this may seem early, but let me assure you, I got a reason. What could possibly be the reason other than our match? Well Nick, you did that which even I am not man enough to have done. You beat on a man that could not defend himself. Just because you couldn't take on the competition you had, you challenge a man that had absolutley no place inside the ring? Let me ask you this, did it feel good? Did you feel a sense of accomplishment as his blood dripped from you hands? I hope you found some sick form of satisfaction from it because now you have to deal with your actions. You beat on the one man in this business that guarantees punishment to any who try. Well you are braver man than I to actually show up next week when that cage begins to lower while you are looking your own mistakes in the face. Now noone would any less of you if you decided to back out. It's way too apparent that you don't stand a chance, even those morons you call friends see what this match means for you. No rules, no ropebreaks, no submissions, no pins. When everything is all said and done, and that cage raises back up to the rafters, I want to hear your tattered breath expel the words, "I Quit". Only then can I consider my job complete. Only when I drag you to your limit and hang you over the edge, listening to you beg for mercy will I feel that I have finished having my fun with you. Your blood will pour Nick, you body will melt. You can prevent all of that suffering, all of that torture, by saying two small words. Well I shall leave you to ponder that as I excuse myself to see a few friends.


~ Alex Liddel stands up and the camera watches him walk away as the scene fades to black. ~

Scene Three: Splitting Hairs [Off Camera]

|+| Well I've spent all week attempting to get my point across to a few guys, and I truly believe I've done just that. Now as the time winds down, I see myself getting closer and closer to my overall goal. In a few weeks time, I will be facing off against Adam Linn and I will finally make that impact I've been claiming to have made ever since the ink was on my first EWF contract. I've said a little thing or two about Mr. Showtime and Nick Shaw. I got a video today from both of them and now I will sit down with Alyssa and check them out. I don't expect much from these two, but once in a while, even guys like them can pull a rabbit out of a hat. Come join me now as we waste a few precious moments of our lives.... |+|

~ Alyssa is sitting on a black leather couch in a short black spaghetti strap shirt, a pair of hip hugging jeans and some black flip flops on her feet. As she picks up the television remote off of the glass coffee table, Alex Liddel walks out of the bathroom in a pair of black and blue Reebok basketball short and ankle cut white socks. Alyysa looks back at him and smiles as Alex makes his way over and sits down beside her. Alyssa kicks her shoes off, curls her feet up behind her and leans up against Alex as she hits the play button, beginning Mr. Showtime's most recent video release. After the video finally fades out, Alyssa sits up, allowing Alex to sit up. Alex chuckles as he looks over towards Alyssa. ~

:: Alex Liddel ::
Looks like I got into his head already. All it took was showing up in his favorite bar in his hometown, and show the world yet again, why Mr. Showtime will never be on my level. As for the comment he made about beating the holy hell out of me? I'm glad he wants to try. I mean, it wouldn't have been half as fun as it's going to be now knowing that he may actually try. I love to crush the dreams of those that step to me.


:: Alyssa Simmons ::
If I recall correctly Alex, Mr. Showtime did beat you at Revolution, but I don't remember it being an all out ass whipping that he claims.


:: Alex Liddel ::
Alyssa honey, Mr. Showtime did not beat me, Liam Alexander beat me. I had left Mr. Showtime dead and cold in the middle of that ring when Liam decided to deliver a message. As of next week, I will have finally shut Mr. Showtime up once and for all. I mean seriously babe, enough is enough. What more am I going to have to do to show Mr. Showtime who truly is the Alpha Male of the European Wrestling Federation?


~ Alyssa puts her hand on Alex's chest as he leans back, putting his arm around her. Alyssa rests her head on Liddel's shoulder as she attempts to answer his question. ~

:: Alyssa Simmons ::
I don't know sweetheart, apparently, Mr. Showtime whole-heartedly feels that he deserves a title shot. I mean, he has stood atop the mountain once before.


:: Alex Liddel ::
Alyssa, baby, listen to me. Mr. Showtime is a nobody. This guy was right about one thing, I'm not in his league. Just to make myself crystal clear, allow me to explain. Right now, Mr. Showtime's "league" can spontaneously combust. sending shockwaves to all that are within a 100 mile vicinty, and I STILL would not even hear mention of it until a week later when the slight breeze swept across me. That loser's name makes me nauseous just hearing it anymore. You know what, F*ck that douchebag, let's move on and check out my opponent's video this week.


~ Alyssa reaches out and grabs the remote again, hitting the play button yet again, starting Nick Shaw's video. Alex Liddel and Alyssa Simmons sit back and enjoy the video as the scene fades out before us. ~

Scene Four: It Has To Be Done [On Camera]

|+| Okay now that all the fun stuff is out of the way, it's time I begin to truly focus on Revolution. I mean Steel Cage Matches are known as "career shorteners". I Quit Matches are also known as "career shoteners". Now, it only seems right that if you combine these two matches, it should be nothing short of a "career KILLER", but that's just my opinion. The jokes are over, the gloves are off. Ladies and gentlemen, join me now as we all say goodbye to one poor, young, Nick Shaw. The mission to dismantle Weapons of Mass Destruction continues on. |+|

~ The camera opens one final time. This time, the camera shows an empty dark arena with a single spotlight glowing down on the center of the ring. A large figure stands in the center of the spotlight as the camera zooms down slowly. Lightly playing in the background is "U Don't Wanna B Like Me" by Twiztid. The camera zooms in to show Alex Liddel talking on his blue clamshell cell phone. ~

:: Alex Liddel ::
Alright, I appreciate this man.


.......

:: Alex Liddel ::
Fair enough. Alright Mr. Clark, once again, you have no idea how much I appreciate this. I will see you gentlemen at Winter Warfare. Later player.


~ Alex hands up his phone and a sense of pride comes over him. Liddel then looks at the camera and decides to ut his final promo for this week. ~

:: Alex Liddel ::
Okay Nick, I think now is as good a time as any to break down that video of yours piece by sorry ass piece. Let's start simple. First off, how often do you pick up managers in a bar? As a matter of fact, she looks like this chick I sent packing only a week or two ago. Yea I remember her now. That little tattoo down there by her...uh, you get the idea. Anyways, Nick, check this out. You can walk like me, you can talk like me, you can even go get yourself a girlfriend just like me, but the fact of the matter remains, you cannot, and will not EVER be me. Now Mr. Shaw, I think it's time we get a little serious. Explain to me how in one sentence, you say one thing, then tell me you're not going to do that? You called me a traitor, a sell-out, a coward. After calling me these names, you go one hundred-eighty degrees and tell me you're not going to call me names. Well Nick, let's break these names down. Sound like a good idea? Traitor first. This word is defined as a person who betrays another, a cause, or any trust. Now Nick, I suppose this name is kind of fitting, seeing as how the WMD trusted me, just to find out that I had bigger plans than any of you could ever comprehend. Now let's move on to the next word. A sell out is someone who betrays an associate, one's country, a cause, etc. Now Nick, I understand Aurora knocked a screw or two loose last week, but if you really pay attention, you would see that calling me the same name twice is a little childish. What next? Do I become Mr. Doodoohead? Now on to the final name that crossed your lips, coward. A coward is one who "turns tail." The word comes from Old French couart, coart, "coward," and is related to Italian codardo, "coward." Couart is formed from coe, a northern French dialectal variant of cue, "tail" to which the derogatory suffix "-ard" was added. This suffix appears in bastard, laggard, and sluggard, to name a few Nick. A coward may also be one with his tail between his legs. In heraldry a lion couard, "cowardly lion," was depicted with his tail between his legs. So a coward may be one with his tail hidden between his legs or one who turns tail and runs like a rabbit, with his tail showing. Ok Nick, explain to me when I have ever, and I do mean ever, ran from anyone or anything? Think real hard Nick, if you have to take a nap to store the energy, because you will never find a time when I have ever backed down from anybody, and I never will. Now let's continue on. Nick, you made the same remark I heard from Mr. Showtime, bringing up the fact that I lost to Monica Blaze. Now you attempted to crack a joke or two about it, for that I commend you, but next time Nick, think before you speak. As I recall from last week brother, it was you that was completley destroyed be Monica's sister. So that idea kind of feel through for you, better luck next time. By the way, Nick, partner, you proceeded to tell me that I USED to be a part of 402. I WAS a member of the "Krew". Check this out dude.


~ Alex rolls back his sleeve to reveal the "402" tattoo on his inner forearm. ~

:: Alex Liddel ::
You see this Nick? I gave my blood, literally for the 402 Krew. Show me where yours is? Show me that you have done what it takes to be part of 402. This isn't about WMD as you seem to think it is. All of you are just innocent bystanders stuck in the crossfire of a real man to man conflict. Now Nick, you're going to leave me lifeless, bloodied, and crippled right in the dead middle of that ring right? I want to know how you plan to do that when you're not able to move? Listen to me Nick you worthless piece of shit. I honestly didn't expect you to even get this far? I figured once you read the card, you would prove to be the coward. I'm impressed that you came and showed up. Well Nick, check this out, tommorow night, when you and I step into that cage and fight for everything we stand for, keep one thing in mind. You are the only member of WMD I have yet to get my hands on. You are the only guy that stands behind Adam Linn that has not already fallen at my feet. Nick Shaw, you sorry son of a bitch, I promise you that I will not sneak up and catch you unexpectedly like you claim I've done to everyone else. Oh no brother, you will this ass whipping come at you head on. Pillar to post, top to bottom, in and out, you will get drug through hell and back, left to die, wimpering the words that seal your fate. You will beg for mercy Nick, and yet I will still prolong your suffering. By the time I leave Revolution, I will have completed my goal and shown the Weapons of Mass Destruction once and for all, why I am the GOD among MEN!!!!


~ Liddel stands tall in the ring as the camera zooms out then fades to black. ~
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