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Post by Rick I.C. Harris on Jun 12, 2014 10:13:42 GMT -5
You Two RP here please.
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Post by chadcrisp on Jun 14, 2014 23:52:21 GMT -5
The heat from the sun beat down upon him as he stepped off the plane at McCarran International Airport. It didn't matter. He was just glad to have his feet on solid ground again. If he hadn't been in a hurry to get there he would have just driven. It was bad enough he hated flying in the first place. The way he saw it if God wanted humans to fly he would have given us wings. He didn't mind the heat though. At least it wasn't real humid. He hailed a cab and had it take him to the Plaza Hotel near the Fremont Street Experience. He might as well enjoy himself while he was here.
The place was everything he expected and more. He wasn't much of a gambling man but he sure liked to have fun. He and Vegas would be a perfect fit. After checking into his room he went down to the steak house for a bite to eat. He had heard that the place to dine was 'Oscar's' It proved to be true as his Top Sirloin was prepared perfectly and left his mouth watering. The atmosphere under the dome was breathtaking and relaxing. Even the prices were reasonable for what you got.
When he finished paying his bill and tipping the cook he decided to take a trip through the gaming room where slot machines ruled the world. He was amazed at the excitement in the air as futures were at the mercy of each pull of the arm. Life and wrestling in particular were a lot like that. futures were made and broken with each match. Who will succeed and who will fail can be about the same as a toss of the dice. Odds were against 60% of those that make it to the big show. Even fewer than that would ever be a champion. That's what he liked the most about the sport. The challenge to be the best and rise above the competition. he hated those who took cheap shots as an easy way out. If he couldn't succeed on his own skills then it just wasn't worth it. That was why he made it his number one goal to give them all a taste of their own medicine. He wasn't afraid to mix it up and wasn't called 'Thunder' for nothing. Back when he was boxing in Golden Gloves one of the guys he knocked out said the last thing they remembered before hitting the mat was the sound of thunder exploding in his head. He switched to Wrestling because it was more hand to hand combat than just throwing punches. He felt that it was more of a challenge and more fulfilling. His parents were killed when he was an infant. He and his twin Brother Chaz were adopted by different people and separated. Ever since he was able to do so he tried looking for his brother but every lead turned out to be a dead end. Still he vowed that he wouldn't give up. His brother was alive. He knew it in the depths of his soul and one day he would find him.Chad was raised by a farmer who worked him from sun up until sun down. From feeding the animals to working the fields it was endless free labor. he felt more like a slave than a son. The older couple barely spoke to him unless it was to correct him. As soon as he was old enough he saved up what little money he scrounged up and took off for the City. Chicago could be cruel to a youngster who knew nothing but working on the farm. It was a good thing he was as strong as he was. He was able to withstand the attacks that came when you lived in the streets and even gained some respect. Everyone knew that he wasn't someone to mess with.He had found an old gym where the owner had been neglecting to repair the front door and slept inside. The owners daughter who was about his age discovered him one morning and called out for her father. Gary agreed to let him bunk in the back in exchange for fixing the place up. Meals included. He even lost his virginity right in the middle of the ring. The owners daughter was his age and they hit it off from the start. They were inseparable until she went off to college and ended up marrying the star quarterback who threw her around more than the football. During closing hours he would imitate the moves of the wrestlers in the ring and quickly caught on to each one. Gary stumbled in on him doing it one evening and agreed to give him a shot in the ring. Now here he was in sin city with one of the premier wrestling organizations around. He had come a long way but he worked his butt off to get there.He was excited about his first match against Tom Masterson. He was pleased the most because it was a singles match and not some thrown together tag match that was meaningless. It was his chance to show the world just what he was capable of doing. He didn't bother even checking up on his opponent because it didn't really matter to him. He had enough confidence in his own abilities to adjust to whatever technique that Masterson came at him with. If he wanted to get down on the mat and wrestle he was prepared to match him move for move. If he wanted to get down and dirty in the ring and slug it out he was more than happy to oblige. He wasn't the baddest SOB around but he wasn't going to be anyone's B!t@# either. He liked it being a surprise when he faces his opponents because it gives him more of a challenge. It was kind of like opening presents on Christmas Day. Something he rarely had the opportunity to do. he didn't mind having to crawl up from the bottom. It made every bit of it even more enjoyable when he succeeded. Each accomplishment was more fulfilling. He found out early in life that nothing was given to you in this world. You had to either earn it or take it. He had done a little of both. the latter as a kid trying to survive in the streets. He stole to survive. He earned everything else. Eventually curiosity got the best of him and he decided to try his luck at the slots. He went to the cashier and bought some tokens. He picked a machine at random and placed the coin in the slot. The wheels began to spin as he pulled down on the arm. three bars began to appear in each window. The lights on top of the machine began to flash and the machine erupted like Mount St. Helen's as coins began to drop out below. He grabbed a bucket that someone handed him and quickly began to scoop them up. An assistant came over and congratulated him on hitting the jackpot. After receiving what coins the machine had to give he was written a voucher for the rest and led over to the cashiers window.The clerk began stacking bills on the counter. A bellhop brought over a briefcase and began placing the stacks inside. When all was said and done his total winnings was Twenty-Five Grand. He grabbed his winnings and quickly took them up to his room to lock them away for safe keeping before going for a walk. He had no sooner began strolling down Fremont Street when he was approached by a young homely looking gentleman in a cheap suit. He walked up with his hand stretched out as he began to speak.Richard Cranium You must be Chad Crisp. I thought you would be coming to town early. My name is Richard Cranium. I am an independent reporter for the local ESPN radio affiliate. I would like to have a few words with you if you have the time. I'm doing a segment on the No Limit Wrestling show coming up at the Mandalay Bay on the 18th. D!c# Head was lucky that Chad was in a good mood. He really didn't feel like doing an interview without scouting his opponent first. A person could come off the wrong way like that. Reluctantly he agreed and they found a spot off to the side where there wasn't quite as much traffic and it was a little quieter.Chad Crisp Your lucky I'm in a good mood today. I don't really care for doing interviews. I tend to let my ability speak for itself. But since you were respectful enough to ask politely and not just jump in asking questions I'll agree.Richard Cranium Thank you, Chad. I appreciate this. First off I would like to personally welcome you to No Limit Wrestling and I wish you the best of luck. Tom Masterson is no slouch. The guy is 6'0" 230lbs and handles himself well in the ring. He is the self proclaimed 'Sheriff' of No Limit.Chad Crisp Kind of sounds like a load of crap in a place called no limit. It's nothing but a power trip by someone who has to overcompensate for lacking in other areas. Guys like that are a dime a dozen. everyone wants to try to be a superhero. Me, I just like being myself. As long as the guy comes at me straight up I will do the same. If he steps out of line I will be the one dishing out the justice. Once you kick their @$$ and prove to them their not so tough most of them either come to their senses or disappear. No one is unbeatable. There is always someone out there who is a little bigger and a little tougher. Richard Cranium Very well put. Masterson is an impressive grappler with a vast array of moves. He mixes in some power moves with an aerial attack. He does know his way around the ring. How will you adjust to his technique as the match progresses? Chad Crisp Just because I am new here and this is my first match doesn't mean I am a stranger to the ring. This isn't my first Rodeo. You might say I grew up being 'With It'. There is nothing that I haven't seen and not a move that can't be countered. I can get up off my feet pretty well also. I learned from some of the best that came through the gym. I took them to extremes they had never been taken before. I look forward to establishing myself as one of the best in the business. Everything else will be unacceptable. the Mandalay Bay is going to be rocking and I will be right in the thick of it. Richard Cranium Masterson has a Chin Lock finisher that can do a lot of damage. How do you intend to avoid that? Chad Crisp Your just full of them aren't you? Every finisher has a set up move. the key is to avoid that and throw him off his game. Guys like him are fine when they are in control. Take that away from them and you have the advantage. The key to beating any opponent is throwing them off their game plan and placing them on the defensive. I've never even met the guy and I could tell you just the type of person he is. Probably can't have a stable relationship because of control issues and is abusive. Guys like him are not the good guys they portray themselves as. It's all a cover because they are ashamed of who they actually are.Richard Cranium So are you saying that you think your going to win this match? Sounds kind of Cocky to me. Chad Crisp Have you even been listening? Clean the $h!t out of your ears and pay attention. Masterson doesn't intimidate me in the slightest bit and I intend to expose him for the phony that he really is. People can doubt me and underestimate me all they want to. It just makes it so much sweeter when I prove them wrong. I'm sure my opponent will talk a bunch of $h!t about how much of a tough guy he is and how much better than me he is. I just hope the fans are smarter than he gives them credit for and sees through his antics. He's not someone they need to put their faith in. Just remember Richard. It isn't Cocky if you can back it up!Richard Cranium Chad, Thank you very much for your time. It was a pleasure interviewing you and I look forward to seeing what you bring to the table. This is Richard Cranium live from Las Vegas Nevada and it's Saturday Night. Oh wait, That's another show, Good night everyone.Richard thanks him and walks away like a kid with a jar of candy. Chad could only smile. He seemed to be a likeable guy. Sure had a funny name though. Must have been tough growing up for him. Probably got into a lot of fights or became a fast runner. He decided to stop at the next bar he came to and have a few drinks. He really hoped that his opponent did underestimate him. He sounded like someone he was going to enjoy teaching a lesson.
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Post by Thomas "Tom" Masterson on Jun 16, 2014 10:41:57 GMT -5
Sirens open the scene with flashing red and blue lights then Liar Liar by The Used blasts. Then shows a police car skidding, coming to a halt right up to the camera. The front door opens and one leg comes out. Out comes Tom Masterson with a piece of paper and he doesn’t look impressed. He takes a sip of his latte and starts.
Thomas Masterson: “Ugh, who’s on the list this time? Aah, Chad Crisp. 6’3, 285lbs, I’ve seen better on duty, but I can’t say much really, can I. Anyway, I think this Chad Crisp guy is very beatable. I’ll hit him with the chop block, get him in the chin lock, and It’ll be over, he’ll be taping so hard that It’ll be impossible to miss. That’s enough about him, let’s talk me. Now, this is my debut in NLW and I intend to win it with a chin lock. Let me demonstrate it.”
He takes another sip of his latte and starts the demonstration.
“What you must do first is a set-up move, for example, a chop block.” He does a chop block. “Now that he is on the ground, you need to get on the ground, go down to him and wrap your legs around him, and then just pull his chin as hard as possible.” He demonstrates it very well. “ Just make sure that you don’t pull his head off because then I’ll be after you, and you wouldn’t want that, would you!”
“Now I just want to show you some footage of my best buddy Sal and I on duty last week.”
The titantron fades black and comes back to show the footage of Tom and Sal on duty. This is the footage.
Random voice: “We’ve got a bank robbery in downtown Sparks. Anyone there.”
Tom: “Roger that, me and Sal are on are way.” “Now’s my chance.”
They arrive at the scene and see the owner of the bank.
Sal: “Hello, I’m Sal and this is Tom, we’re from the Sparks Police Department.” “Did you by any chance get to see the robber?”
Bank owner: “Yes, he was in all black and about 6’0.”
Tom: “Thanks for your cooperation in this situation.”
The Bank Manager leaves.
Tom: “We’ve got our man, so let’s go.”
10 minutes later.
Tom: “There he is.” “Let’s go.”
Robber: “Ha ha ha.”
Sal: “Stop right there you pesky robber.”
Robber: “You’ll never take me alive.”
Tom: “I’ve got this.”
Tom puts him in a chin lock after a chop block.
Robber: “Stop!! I’ll give the money back I swear and I’ll go to jail!”
Fades back to Tom in the present as he takes another sip of his latte.
“See Chad, that’ll be you at Roulette.” “That’s all I have to say, so remember, stay in school and don’t take drugs kids!”
Tom takes one more sip of his latte before getting back in to his car and drives away. It fades back to the NLW logo the goes to commercial.
1 day later.
Sissy King: “Excuse me, have you seen Thomas Masterson anywhere?”
Worker: “Yeah, he’s in the parking lot, he’s asking everyone for identifacation that you work here.”
Sissy: “Thank you.”
In the parking lot.
Sissy: “Excuse me Tom, can I get an interview please?”
Tom: “I’m gonna need to see identifacation please miss.”
Sissy: “Excuse me?!”
Tom: “Ma’am, ID, please!”
Sissy: “Ugh, here.”
Tom looks at the ID
Tom: “Everything seems to be in order, now what did you want?”
Sissy: “An interview please.”
Tom: “Alrighty then.”
Sissy: “I am here with NLW debuter, Thomas Masterson, now Tom, how are you feeling going into this matchup?”
Tom: “Let’s get real, I’m not one bit nervous going into the match, but I know for a fact that Chad is. He’s gonna walk onto the stage, and then here the crowd screaming, then he’ll crack up before he even gets in the ring!”
Sissy: “Okay, why do you think you can just walts in here and suddenly, become “NLW’s Enforcer/Cop?””
Tom: “Look, I’m the finest cop Sparks,Nevada has ever seen, so if I did’nt step in this place would be just broken bones and dead people. So if you think I’m gonna lose to this guy, think again!”
Tom drops the mic and walks away.
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