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Post by Admin on Oct 18, 2021 7:40:35 GMT -6
 MHW ThrowDown TV Championship
Triple Threat Match
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright© vs Keith Ford vs RipleyRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, October 30, 2021 @ 7AM Central |
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maddog
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Post by maddog on Oct 28, 2021 17:37:02 GMT -6
Locker Room of the Amway Center
Orlando, FL
10/17/21 – On Camera
Only a few minutes after his victory over El Diablo Blanco, and Mad Dog is fuming mad in his locker room. Mad Dog paces back and forth with his hands on his hips and mutters to himself a million miles a minute.DAMN IT!Mad Dog kicks a metal folding chair across the room, and Sunny sinks back further into the large locker he sits in. Sunny looks a bit nervous as he isn’t used to seeing Mark this angry, but is also frazzled himself from the post-match attack by Keith Ford and Reed. Sunny leans forward and holds his hand up ready to say something, but freezes with his jaw open as Mad Dog grabs another chair and throws it across the roomIT AIN’T RIGHT SUNNY!Sunny stands up shaking his head and throws his hands up dramatically. Darn it, I know Mark. But I’m going to make sure you get a match with Keith Ford and not just a match on Throw Down, but I’m gonna make sure you get him at Black Magic.Mad Dog stops pacing and shakes his head. Mad Dog turns to Sunny and looks him dead in the eye. An uneasy feeling of dread comes over Sunny.Sunny, I ain’t talking about that no good, two-bit, inbred eejit Keith Ford. Rest assured I’m gonna get my hands on him and kick his ass so hard, he’ll have to take his shirt off when he takes a sh*t.
NA!
What I’m talking about is that little stunt you pulled on old El D tonight.Sunny looks shocked, not shocked at the accusation, but shocked he was caught. But like any good liar, Sunny is going to stick to the lie and his story.What are you talking about Mark?
Dang it Sunny, don’t play dumb. I was the replay on the big screen. You put my darn foot on the rope. That ain’t the way I do things Sunny, and it dang sure isn’t how I wanted to pick up the win on old El D.Mark, what does it matter, you still beat him, You dropped that masked idiot with the Wright Way and pinned him one, two, three. So, what does it matter if I helped you out in your time of need?Mad Dog shakes his head and turns away from Sunny, too disgusted to look him in the face. Mad Dog stands silent and stares at the wall, but he isn’t looking at it, he is looking into his mind's eye, letting his thoughts rush over him. Mad Dog collects himself with a deep breath and turns back to Sunny.Damn it Sunny, you stole from me and you stole from El Diablo, just like Keith Ford stole from me.Mark, how did…Mad Dog holds his hand up silencing Sunny.Sunny, when you put your foot on the ropes, you may have cost El Diablo a victory, and stole something from him he worked hard for. But you also stole the chance for me to kick out, the chance for me to prove that El D couldn’t beat me, the chance for me to prove that I can beat El D straight up one on one. You left doubt in El D’s mind, in my mind, and in the fan's mind. Now people, including me are wondering if I would have kicked out and if I would have one if you hadn’t done that. Damn it Sunny, that just ain’t right.Mark, you don’t understand.Mad Dog steps closer and is eye to eye with Sunny. Mad Dog raises his hand and points his finger in Sunny’s face.Na Sunny, you don’t understand. What you did wasn’t fair, and it damn sure wasn’t right. I didn’t come here to cut corners, to lie, to cheat, or to steal. I came here to prove I’m the big dog of this yard, and that little stunt you pulled makes me look weak and it makes me look cheap. So, don’t you ever pull some crap like that again Sunny. I won’t have it, and I won’t stand for it.I’ll put up with you saying some hostile crap, cause I ain’t one for censorship and you got the freedom of speech. You done said some crap that got me in hot water, but brother I can handle the heat, but I draw the line at you cheating for me. You pull something like that again and we are done, you got me?Mark, I…I don’t want to hear any excuses; I want to hear you say you understand.Yeah, I understand Mark.Good. Now get me set up with Keith Ford, cause I’m gonna Molly whop that piece of sh*t.Mad Dog turns from Sunny and heads towards the shower as the scene fades out.
Now I know that things are different than they were in Daddy's days
But I still believe what makes a man really hasn't changed
You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything
You've got to be your own man not a puppet on a string
Never compromise what's right and uphold your family name
You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything
Men’s Restroom
Generations Hall, New Orleans, LA
Mile High Wrestling Halloween Party
10/30/21 – On Camera
The scene opens to the door of a bathroom stall. Below the door, a pair of black dress pants, with a pair of black loafer and boxers with pineapples around the ankles that are covered with black dress socks. The black door of the stall is shut and locked, but a voice is heard behind it. The sound of grunting and straining, and then a big plop and splash in the water of the toilet is heard, followed by the familiar voice of Sunny Jim.
Oh, excuse me, I'm just taking a Keith Ford. You know, a big stinky dump, because that is exactly what Keith Ford is, a big steaming piece of crap. I'm talking about a post burrito from a truck after a happy hour piece of crap. Honestly, I didn't even know who this missing link-looking idiot was, because I don't watch Ammo. I've had no need to concern myself with the B show, I'm too busy guiding Mad Dog to the top.
So, I did what any good manager would do, even though I'm not a good manager, I am a great manager. But I digress. What I did was watch tape of you Keith, and well, YouTube and on-demand footage, but you know what I mean. Now, quite frankly I was not impressed. You haven't even got into contention for the Ammo title, but yet you think you are ready to run with the biggest dog in the yard. Well Keith, have you ever heard the old saying "be careful what you wish for because you just might get it".
You wanted Mad Dog's attention, you wanted to face him, well you got it, but you are going to get more than you bargained for. I don't know what it is about Mad Dog that caught your attention, but like an old coon hound who treed an opossum, you are barking up the wrong tree and messing with the wrong animal. Normally, I wouldn't let Mark stoop so low as to step into the ring and put his Throw Down championship on the line against someone as unworthy as you Keith, but after your attack on Throw Down, and the theft of Mark’s championship, well, I'd be a fool not to unleash the Mad Dog on you.
And I am no fool, Keith. A fool is someone who has only had three matches in Mile High and hasn’t even won all three of them thinking they can beat Mad Dog. A fool is someone who thinks Upchurch makes good music. A fool lets some walking, talking pencil who has no knowledge or experience of this sport guide his career. A fool is someone who keeps calling out Mad Dog when you can’t even beat Ripley. A fool… is you Keith Ford, and at Black Magic, Mad Dog Mark Wright is going to embarrass you and make you look foolish.
Ehhh!
We hear Sonny grunt again, followed by another plopping splash, the sound of the cameraman gagging is heard but he keeps his composure.Ah, that reminds me… Ripley, you are stepping into this match too. Ripley, you are very well known around Mile High, but you aren’t exactly known for being good, and Keith Ford couldn’t even beat you, so what does that say about him? Ripley, you’re kind of the loveable loser of Mile High. The guy who was almost good, but not quite good enough. I mean for crying out loud your biggest accomplishment here is carrying Chris Mosh to a tag team championship victory, which I will admit is no small accomplishment in itself.
Ripley, you’re a likable guy, you’re the everyman, and you are indeed a loveable loser. But buddy, you don’t have what it takes to run with the big dog. You are the king of Ammo, which means you are the biggest kernel of corn in the turd, so know your role and stay in your lane. You aren’t ready for the big show, you aren’t ready to be Throw Down champion, and you damn sure aren’t ready for the Mad Dog Mark Wright.The sound of the bathroom door opening is heard and the camera pans around to show Mad Dog walking in, dressed as Abraham Lincoln for a Halloween party. His pipe smells of something besides Tobacco though, as Mad Dog holds a lighter to the corncob pipe and takes a few puffs.HEY, SONNY... AHHH, GOD! BROTHER, YOU STINK!SHUT UP MARK!Mad Dog begins to laugh and after a few chuckles, he notices the camera and tips his stovepipe hat. Then realizes he has the pipe in his mouth and quickly removes it and gives a big smile.Man, old Mad Dog is glad to see ya cause brother I got some stuff to get off my chest. Keith Ford, you big Vanilla Guerilla, you been running over people on Ammo, and judging by the way you be acting meaner than an Alligator with a toothache, I’m willing to beat you been running over people ya whole darn lie. Well, son, you ain’t gonna run over old Mad Dog. Like old Roy D. Mercer used to say, we gonna find out just how big an old boy you really are.
You and Reed, Mile High's own version of Lennie and George, been running around yapping ya mouths. Go on and keep their mouths open, cause they open just wide enough for me to fit my size twelve boot down um. Keith ya has been wanting a piece of old Mad Dog, and instead of being a man and maken a challenge face to face, you pull an old Pearl Harbor job on Mad Dog.
Alright, the first battle has done been won by you Keith, I’ll admit it. But brother, you saw how things turned out for Japan after their little sneak attack, and buddy old Mad Dog is gonna go nuclear on you. You just a big old knuckle-dragging grunt Keith. Given us real rednecks a bad name. Shoot, you don’t even know where the term redneck comes from. Na, you don’t know, shoot you don’t know turkey dick Keith, and only a real redneck knows that means you don’t know a damn thing.
I done talked about the battle of Blair Mountain, and that is where it comes from. The striking miners wore red bandannas to identify each other. Redneck isn’t a derogatory term, no matter how much them commie-loving libtards wanna try and make it one. It also ain’t a category ya throw yourself in just cause ya a big dum dum from the south. Na, it’s my badge of honor, it means you stand for something and you are willing to fight and die for something.
I’m a proud redneck because I will stand up for what I believe in and fight for what I believe in. Keith, you just call yourself a redneck so you got an excuse to fall back on when you get caught maken them lost canoers squeal like a pig. Shoot come to think of it that movie is based in Georgia, and that is where you are from. Guess you like them peaches with the stems still on um.Mad Dog lifts the pipe up and sticks it in his mouth. Mark flicks a lighter and hits the pipe, taking a deep inhale and coughing as he exhales. Mark coughs for a bit, and his face becomes red. After a few deep breathes Mad Dog continues speaking.
Ripley, you are a different story than Keith “don’t call me Tom” Ford, you are a real redneck, because you got the honor and you fight with it brother. Ripley, you been chippen away in Mile High since day damn one, and brother I know you ain’t one to just give up and stop. Ripley, you and I both hold to a core belief that hard work pays off, and that nothing worth having comes easy. And by God Ripley, it’s paid off for you in a tag team title run and being the first Ammo champ, but buddy I’m sorry to say that this time you’re gonna be left heartbroken, cause as hard as you’re working, old Mad Dog is working harder.
Your day in the sun is coming Ripley, but it ain’t coming tomorrow. Na, you gonna have one of them dark days, it’s gonna be black as night for ya indeed. Just don’t give up hope after I beat ya though Ripley, cause boy you can keep on chippen away and keep on climbing this mountain. There will be other bright days ahead for ya Ripley. But old Keith, he ain’t never gonna see the light of day again when I chuck his ass down an old mine shaft.Mad Dog sparks the lighter again and puts it to the corn cob pipe and takes another puff. Mad Dog once again coughs but not as bad as before.Four score and seven years ago, well I dunno what happened then, but hey, I know what is happening tomorrow night at Black Magic. And I’m pretty sure everyone watching knows what is gonna happen too. Keith Ford, Ripley one of ya is gonna go the Wright Way and the other is gonna go mad. Suddenly the sound of the toiler flushing is heard and Sunny walks out of the stall, dressed in a black suit, but holding an ice cream cone, wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, and has his hair died grey.Sunny, what in the world is your costume supposed to be?Sunny begins washing his hands and looks at Mark with his shades down to the tip of his nose.I’m Brandon.Haha, well shoot, well then to the party... LET'S GO BRANDON!Mad Dog and Sunny both begin laughing as the scene fades out. |
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Post by ripley on Oct 30, 2021 3:52:44 GMT -6
Somewhere in Florida, 10/18/21
The sun is getting low in the sky and sunset is starting soon as Ripley and Alice stand outside of their cabin style house in Florida. Their home is decorated, a little over the top, with Halloween decorations. Most of the windows have fake bloody handprints on them, the front porch is covered with fake spiderwebs, they have several lanterns that have fake flickering candles inside them hanging too. Smaller creepy decorations dot the yard and house.
Ripley: Well, I think we did a really good job this year.
Alice: I do too and we’re almost done.
Ripley: Almost done?? What else could we do?
Alice: Well, since you ask I have a couple of smoke machines I want to hook up but that’s really it. Think of it as a final touch.
Ripley: “A final touch”, right.
Ripley chuckles and shakes his head.
Alice: So are you ready to talk about it?
Ripley: Talk about what?
Alice: Your last match. It’s been a couple of days and you haven’t said anything about it.
Ripley: What’s there to say? I lost.
He starts to walk towards the house but Alice reaches out and grabs his hand making him stop and turn to face her.
Alice: Come on, that can’t be it. I know, hell everyone that watched, knows how much you were wanting to win the Ammo TV Championship.
Ripley: Yeah and I lost. What is there to say really? I failed to win the championship I built up? That this is just another loss outnumbering my wins?
He takes a deep breath and lets it out.
Ripley: Sorry..
Alice: No, it’s good to get these frustrations off your chest.
Ripley: Yeah, guess you’re right. Look, I just don’t want to focus on all of that anymore. I need to be focused on Black Magic.
Alice: Yep and your next championship opportunity!
Ripley: Yeah, guess I must be doing something right.
He turns away and walks towards their house leaving Alice looking concerned. She then follows him.
New Orleans, Louisiana 10/29/21
Inside of a modest looking hotel room Ripley is standing in front of the window looking out at the city and watching the sun rise. He has one of the hotel room cups in his right hand filled with coffee. He takes a sip and makes a slight face like it isn’t that good before clearing his throat.
Ripley: New Orleans, pretty unique city. I’ve always liked visiting here and exploring the local history and lore of the surrounding area so being here during Halloween weekend is pretty great in my opinion.
He goes to take another sip of coffee but pauses slightly just before taking it. He makes another slightly displeased face.
Ripley: I’ve always enjoyed Halloween but growing up I never really did anything for it. Sure I went trick or treating a few times, as Batman each time, but that was pretty much it. I don’t think my parents were really interested in the holiday as much as I was. That’s not taking into the religious background and how anti Halloween the church I went to was. Yeah, apparently it’s an evil day where witches are working in the shadows, among other things, and we must be careful.
He shakes his head and chuckles.
Ripley: Oh I really wish I was making that up. Anyway, I always found that day interesting because it’s a time where anyone can pretend to be something they aren’t. Can range from just going from a shy and timid person to being a character that’s full of themselves and bold or…being Scooby Doo is an option too. Just a time to let imaginations run wild and be a little scared too of course. It’s really a great time of year.
He looks down at his coffee and contemplates taking another sip but doesn’t.
Ripley: I aim to make this Halloween the greatest one of my life when I walk out of this city as the new ThrowDown TV Champion. I know that’s an easy thing to say but I’m not taking this match lightly. Especially after my last failure..
He clears his throat and takes a bigger sip of coffee.
Ripley: I know I have a mountain of doubters and people that think I should just call it a day already but I’m not here for them. Plus that’d be too easy and I never take the easy way. So, Halloween night I’ll step into the ring with Mad Dog and Keith Ford and fight like my life depends on it.
A slight smirk appears on his face.
Ripley: Let’s talk about the monster in the room first, Keith Ford. Well Keith it looks like you’re getting what you want by getting Mad Dog in a match but..oh I’ll be there too and haven’t I beaten you? Think I have.
He chuckles.
Ripley: Yeah, after you attacked me during a match I came roaring back and showed all of MHW just what you and your cousin are. Just a couple of bullies that think they are owed the world. Well boys the thing is the world doesn’t owe you a thing. Reed, I know your cousin is a monster and quite frankly I don’t want to get in the ring with him again. The way he grabbed me by the throat and seemed to take absolute joy in watching me struggle to get free as I passed out.. that’s going to stay with me for awhile. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve been man handled like that. Now go ahead and say that makes me scared or whatever to boost up the confidence of your cousin. I don't care. The fact is I took down that monster once and I know for damn sure I can do it again.
He finishes his coffee and places the empty cup on a nearby table.
Ripley: Mad Dog, the man in this match that has everything to lose. The champ. Mad Dog, Mark, unlike Ford, you have my respect. I know that probably doesn’t mean much but hey. Once this match was announced I went back and watched your work and damn, this is going to be a tough match. I also see that you fight with honor, something that seems rare around here. So, yeah you definitely have my respect but I feel like my back is getting closer and closer to being pushed against a wall so I am coming for your championship. Honestly, part of me wishes this was a one on one match because I think we’d tear the house down but…Ford has to be there too. You have every right to doubt my ability to take your championship too but the thing is I’m here to prove myself. Yeah, I know my win/loss record isn’t the best around but each time I step in the ring is a new opportunity to improve and accomplish new goals and I am not giving that up.
He crosses his arms over his chest.
Ripley: I’m ready for a battle and I hope the two of you are too. At Black Magic, on Halloween, I’ll be in that ring and I’ll do what I always do. I’m going to let that more barbaric side of me loose and after the crowd sees what kind of horrors the three of us unleash..I’ll be the new MHW Throwdown TV Champion.
He stares out the window as the scene fades out.
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