Welcome to Action Packed Wrestling

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up Outside in Toronto Ontario Canada. There's a stage with a podium and in front of it is a bunch of reporters and media people. Behind the stage is a big sign covered with a curtain. Not sure what's going on, "Raining Blood" By Slayer starts to play as President Jeff walks out to the podium and begins to speak.

President Jeff: Ladies and Gentilmen. Today welcomes a history making day in the world of professional wrestling. Today marks a new beginning. Today is the starts off

Jeff pulls down the curtain over the sign to reveal the words “ACTION PACKED WRESTLING” Camera flashes are going off as Hurricane Jeff speaks again.

President Jeff: I want to announce to you all, the opening of Action Packed Wrestling. A promotion that will be innovative, entertaining and action packed. Our Goal is to have our first show announced on January 7th, but if we can’t make it happen by then, then our next goal is to have our first show right here in Toronto, At the Air Canada Center on January 27th at our first Pay Per View event, New Years Retribution and it will be there where we crown our first APW World Heavyweight Champion. Now, I know there’s wrestlers out there who would love to be part of this company and have an opertunity to make history in APW, so In my hands is a APW contract, if there’s any wrestlers out there who want to be part of this, come right up and sign on the dotted line.

President Jeff waits for anyone to come sign the APW contract.

OOC: New people who joined, you can reply to this to count as your debut RP[/center]

[John Green]

As Hurricane Jeff is standing at the podium with the first APW contract in his hands the lights from the snaps of picture that news reporters are taking with their top of the line cameras. Without a second to spare in the background of all the noises I Walk Alone by Saliva starts to play and the crowd gives their attention to John as he walks from behind the curtain. Flashes of lights from cameras are going off on his face as he smiles and claps go off aroound the crowd of people. Green looks at Jeff and shakes his hand. Jeff scoots over and Green walks to the podium and faces all the people.

John Green: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen my name is John Green. I am not new to wrestling at all. I am actually a very good friend of our President here. I am hoping to be a legend and champion here at APW.

Jeff hands Green the APW contract. Green smiles as he looks at the contract the the crwod of people as flashes go off in his face.

John Green: Befroe I sign this contract I would like everyone that will be apart of APW that I will give APW my heart, soul, and responsibility and I won't give up on it. Well let me sign the contract then.

John bends down and signs the contract and hands it to Jeff as they shake hands and John walks off.

Debut End

[Chris Cyrus]

As soon as John Grren leaves, a man dressed in black walks through the crowd of reporters and gets up onto the stage. The man takes the APW contract and signs his name and then speaks into the microphone.

Man: I am, The Hardcore Kid. APW needs Hardcore and I'm the man who will deliver it. And one more thing, your looking at the first ever APW World Champion, and there's not anything anyone can do about it. As of right now, APW has just gotten....HARDCORE!

The Hardcore Kid walks away

[Sedition: Gladiator]

(The scene takes place in a computer lab. A geeky looking 30 something man is typing something on the keyboard. His boss walks in.)

BOSS: "Gordon, your last annalysis was incomplete. I need your projections included on the chart."

GORDON: "The chart was self explanitory. Any idiot with half a brain could tell that."

BOSS: "You're completely useless Gordon. It's no wonder you live alone and have no friends. Next time I expect your work to be complete."

(The boss walks out and Gordon begins to twitch. He lets out a growl and smashes his computer monitor. He picks it up and throws it across the room. He then looks at the television set across the room and sees the APW cheesy boy scout promo of John Green. Gordon lets out a maniacal laugh and storms out of the lab.)

[Jason Royce]

after all the new contracts have been handed out President Jeff thought no one else was going to come but out of the smoke walks a figure that he has not seen in years

: Pres do you remember me, do you

Pres: Who might you be and no i do not remember you.

Royce: It is Me The Iceman Jason Royce, long time boss

Pres: Well it has been you look good.

Royce: I sure do but lets get down to business you need talent and here it is your next APW World heavyweight champion, where do i sign.

Pres: Listen Jason don't get to cocky to fast boy here is your contract sign and good luck you are going to need it.

Royce: Why you say that Pres you think i do not have the balls to back up my words or are you as stuck up as you have always been, i remember back when you were boss of another company and look at it know closed but enough of this bull shit i am glad to be here contract signed watch out APW Jason Royce is here and ready to play.


(Jason heads out and finds his locker room as APW fades out.)

[President Jeff]

OOC: Its good to see you here Royce. All I need is for you to post your stats in the free agent section and you'll be all set

[Jason Royce]

OOC:/ already did dude my character is a total change to what i was using before so i gope you like my new Jason Royce re add me on msn dude so we can talk storyline etc i got derek to join as well peace

[President Jeff]

iceman42008p said:

OOC:/ already did dude my character is a total change to what i was using before so i gope you like my new Jason Royce re add me on msn dude so we can talk storyline etc i got derek to join as well peace

I'm too busy right now to talk storylines and all that. I'm working on something for the PPV. Any ideas you have or anyone else has, write them down and send them to me in a PM. Its the easiest way to do it and I'll get back to you whenever

[El Sueno]

This takes place at like at another wrestling promotion. His last night there, as he is coming to APW.

Eyes glazed, fixated upwards towards the ceiling. A vacant expression bathed in the dim lighting the Rec center attempted to offer. Anchored down with sweat, blood, and a limp body which ached all over, a thundering sound awoke him from his slumber.

YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!

250 some odd fans chanting in unison

And with that, Marcus "Stylez" Saxton has successfully fulfilled the time honored tradition of leaving one wrestling promotion for another, on your back.

The fans are unruly. Some of them are throwing trash into the ring, chanting, taunting, having a good time at the expense of Saxton. They are exemplifying human nature to enjoy the unhappiness of others.

Saxton picks himself up off the canvas, and slowly makes himself up to his feet. His manager Amber Martinez bends over to some cat calls due to her short skirt and drapes Saxton’s arm over her shoulders to help him up. He takes his arm from off her shoulders and wipes his brow. Then he half shoves/half slaps Amber on the ass, leaving a handprint of blood, dirt, and genuine filth.

Marcus: GET ME A MICROPHONE, WOMAN.

There is a slight chuckle from the crowd in response to such boarish behavior. In these times of political correctness people like to believe the act of degrading women no longer takes place.

She retrieves the microphone, and hands it to him. He takes the microphone with one hand, and with his other hand he grabs Amber aggressively by the hair and pulls her near. He gives her a sloppy kiss that combined with his sweat, blood, dirt, and the smearing of her make up, makes her an absolute mess.

He pushes her aside and raises the microphone to his mouth just as the crowd is becoming restless. Just as he goes to say something he comes to a dramatic pause. He raises a finger up to indicate “one moment please”, and then he proceeds to tap the microphone three times in a comical manor as if to make sure the microphone is in working order. The microphone is working fine but he lowers the microphone and hits it against his foot a few times for good measure. Then in what appears to be the last step to this time wasting routine he raises the microphone and scratches the back of his head with it before putting it to his mouth to speak.

Marcus: Testing. Testing, one, two. Is this thing on?

The impatient live audience responds with boos.

Marcus: I’ve got something to say…….(his voice trails off) but first….

And with that Saxton pulls out a cigarette from his Baggy pants.

Marcus: Any of you cretins got a light?

Hardly anyone jumps to assist him because they want him to leave the ring so the next match can start. Still though, there’s a few, most notably a man holding a book of matches.

Marcus: You there! That will work.

Saxton shoves Amber over towards the man and when she comes back he takes the match, and strikes his chest with it to ignite it. This startles her and she jumps back dramatically and causes a slight chuckle from the crowd as he brings the burning match to his cigarette to light it.

He paces the ring, inhaling and exhaling smoke, with every couple strides he puts the microphone near his face teasing like he was going to speak all the while the audience is getting more and more restless. Finally he stops pacing. In a dramatic fashion he lifts his hand to get the audience attention, but instead he just blows smoke into the microphone making a blowing sound that is broken up by his laughter. The audience doesn’t take to his little joke well and some of them begin to berate Marcus "Stylez" Saxton.

This doesn’t deter him though, if anything he likes the attention. He leans against the ropes and he says with a smirk

Marcus: Ya know, there’s a match coming on next. A “Main Event” if you will. My segment is running a little long. I guess there going to have to cut that match short. I don’t give a fuck though, I didn’t pay to see this show.

A louder chorus of boos occurs, arguably the loudest of the night.

Marcus: You know how all of you’s were saying earlier that “I fucked up, oh I fucked up!”, but is that really the case? Look at you now; you don’t look too happy to me.

You miserable little shits. The only thing you’ve got going for you in life is the occasional chance to embark upon some crude, mindless, low brow entertainment and here I am ruining it for you. Boo Fucking Hoo.

He begins to kick some trash around in the ring to regain his train of thought and to let the validity of his next statement have chance to seek in.

Marcus: I lost my match tonight. So I lost, so what? You think I’m a loser. Shit, I could lose every single week and I’d still be doing better than you mealy-mouthed bastards. At worse I get paid to lie down for 15 minutes every week. You people, you all bust your ass for 30 or 40 hours a week for a boss that treats you like shit. I may be a loser, but at my worst I only have to lay down for 15 minutes every week. You people, you lay down for someone, every fucking day.

Saxton takes one last drag on his cigarette and exhales before discarding it.

Marcus: And furthermore, I can move on to other promotions. I can better my situation. But you people are going nowhere. I can tell just by looking at you that will never be any where better than where you already are now. You’re stagnant. You’re stale. You might as well kill yourselves because you’re already dead. And I hear you repeatedly say that I fucked up tonight. Au Contraire, you fucked up… AND you fucked up… And YOU Fucked Up!!

Saxton leaves the ring with one arm around Amber, and the other arm singling out and shouting at people in the crowd that he perceives are working in a dead end McJob and generally going nowhere in life.

And Scene…

[The Paragon of Hardcore]

Not bad at all... I like this guy... Nice to see a quality fucking roleplay... Welcome to APW... See you in the ring one day...

Jamin
aka
Soon To Be The First Ever APW World Heavyweight Champion
Everybody's Hero
The Hardcore Icon
"The Career Killer"
Trevor Blackwell

[Jason Royce]

hey Marcus dude i see you are a bad ass in and out of the ring, but i wanna see how bad you are in the ring i challenge you to a match at the ppv in a hell in a cell i wonder if you have the balls to except, hopingto hear from you, and Trevor dude please you are as stuck up as you have always been good to see you again man but look out cause i would love to take you on in the ring for old times sakes in a three stages of hell match if you will accpet it lol talk later

[President Jeff]

You can't just ask for Hell In a Cell type matches when ever you want Jason. A mid card match can't outshine the main event. There needs to be a balance.

And also, if you want to challenge anyone, do it in an RP, not OOC

[Jason Royce]

( Jason is seen sitting in the back with a rum and coke in his hand sitting on some boxes listening to what Marcus is running his mouth about, time passes and Marcus is walking back stage as Jason looks up takes a sip of his rum and coke and looks right in the eyes of Marcus.)

Jason: Marcus so you think you are so tough huh well i have yet to see anything that would back up what you said in that ring dude

(Marcus is about to respond but Jason cuts him off)

Jason: Marcus Shut the hell up, i am tired of hearing you run your mouth off to these fans and for what, you trying to make yourself look like some kind of wrestling god, please you are no wrestling god.

(again Marcus trys and speaks but Jason cuts him off once again)

Jason: Dude stop trying to be someone you are not, untill you prove to me and these fans that you are truly that wrestling god you claim to be then stop being a hard ass and step up and prove it at the ppv.

(Marcus starts to say something bu for the final time is cut off by Jason, who i am guessing hates the sound of Marcus's voice.)

Jason: Listen Marcus i cahallenge you to a fight at the ppv if you have the fucking balls to step into the ring with me and prove that you are this so called wrestling god then execpt my challenge or if you don't this i know that you have no god damn balls and that you are nothing but a gutless loser what you say Marcus.

(Scene ends as Marcus walks away and Jason sips on his Rum and coke.)

[El Sueno]

Marcus: Motherfucker!

Marcus is finally in his own locker room, completely furnished. Couches, desk with a computer, Plasma Screen TV.... the works. And... is that a white tiger?? Anyway, Marcus is sitting comfortably on his leather couch alongside girlfriend Amber Martinez, watching the replay of Jason Royce continuing to interrupt him.

Marcus: All I want to do is find the goddamn restroom in this shitstain arena, and he challenges me to a match at the PPV. He has the balls to face "The Notorious 718" at the PPV.He wants his name up in lights, and figures he can do this at the expense of me. Can you believe that?

Amber: Ugh, he's ugly as shit.

Marcus: Exactly! The only way he could get any sort of recognition is if he dared to challenge me. I bet you he's one of the masses. One of the people that think that hard work and dedication alone will get you through life. He doesn't realize that it takes more than that. It takes skill. It takes brains. And it takes someone who just doesn't give a fuck about what people think of him. In short, in order to be as great as me, he has to BE me.

And that'll never happen.

Amber: You tell him baby.

Marcus: Jason, I know you're watching this. So guess what buddy? You got your damn match. "The Ice Queen" Jason Whatever is taking on "The Notorious 718", Marcus "Stylez" Saxton. And while you're lying on your back after you get hit with The Brooklyn Dream, just remember this: I didn't screw you. YOU screwed YOU!

Fade... bitches.

[President Jeff]

President Jeff is in his office and see's the challenges between Marcus and Jason.

Jeff: Well, if these two want to kick the crap out of each other. Then they can at New Years Retribution because the second match for the very first show is now confirmed, Jason Royce Verses Marcus Saxton. Good luck boys