PCWF Retribution Card 20/06/07

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Shravi and Pinchinator vs The Extremist and Jaztheman

After The Extremist's brutal attack on Pinchinator last week, the general manager has organised a tag match, with Pinchinator teaming up with his tag team partner last week, Shravi and The Extremist teaming up with Jaztheman who lost in a Number One Contender's match for the Continental Championship.

Carly Columbus vs HBK vs Don Pedro vs Zoraxis Nostradamus

PCWF welcomes two new members to the roster in this fatal-4-way match in Carly Columbus and HBK. Don Pedro, who lost a fatal 4 way last week, will be looking to get onto some winning form. Zoraxis Nostradamus is put in this match for a practice for the Golden Gamble match against Johnny Styles.

Crabbe (w/Goyle) vs Tun Mun

Tun Mun is the pray for merciless Crabbe this week- however, after earlier displays, I don't think it'd be too surprising if Goyle joined in in an attempt to demolish Tun Mun.Tun Mun is yet to get a win under his belt and he will have to work hard to get something out of this match.

JJS vs Jimmy G- Non Title Match

A Warm-Up for their match at Golden Gamble, these two will battle it out in this non-title match, looking to get an advantage over the other.

Johnny Styles vs Chesney Daniels- Sole Ownership of PCWF

As well as the looming prospect of a match for the Undisputed title at the Golden Gamble, Johnny Styles also faces Chesney Daniels for sole ownership of PCWF this week on Retribution. Again, this match could be used to build some momentum going into PCWF's first Pay-Per-View.

Also...

Also, you can expect some matches being put in place for Golden Gamble and some add-ons, too. Don't forget to tune in!


RPs are due 19th June at Midnight (GMT).
 
I havent roleplayed before as this is my first match, do we do it in here?
 
Yes we do Griffo

Backstage interview with Pinchinator!!!!

Dick Case: So Pinchinator how do you feel about last week's victory?
Pinchinator: What victory? oh you mean the victory on paper but in truth wasn't really a victory at all who wants to win there first match by DQ? no one

Dick Case: Ok then what are your thoughts on "the aftermath"?
Pinchinator: to be honest with you I couldnt give a damn about what happened to my partners and to let The Extremist spear me like that was just bullshit

Dick Case: So what are your thoughts on Shravi your partner for the match?
Pinchinator:Who gives a **** about him? not me i dont need him he's only here to make up the numbers like Jaztheman this is between me and the Extremist no one else

Dick Case: And finally what are your thoughts on The Extremist?
Pinchinator:Well he is a cheater a cheap shot artist if you will its like hes being trained by those two Harry Potter freaks it makes me mad i tell you ARGH!!!!! *punches camera*
 
Backstage Interview with The Extremist

Dick Case: So what are your thoughts on Pinchinator?

The Extremist: I did what was needed to create an impact, Pinchinator just happened to be the first person I spotted.

Dick Case: He seems pretty frustrated at what you did? any comments

The Extremist: Its not a personal thing, Get out of my way and you?ll be safe, anyways I have to go no?

Dick Case: Just one more question, what do you think of Jaztheman?

The Extremist: (Closes His Eyes)

Dick Case: Extremist? What do you think of the Pinchinator, Extremist...

The Extremist opens his eyes suddenly and attacks with anger, Dick Case is sent into the wall then stomping a mud hole in him. The Extremist then picks him up and Alabama Slams him on the concrete leaving him unconscious and bleeding.

The Extremist: NEVER GET IT MY WAY!

The Extremist storms off as the camera zooms in on an unconscious Dick Case on the ground with blood almost flowing from the back of his head. Then all of a sudden the camera drops and fuzzes out.
 
Everyone is in the ring except Pinchinator for the tag team match

Run Program: C:\Program Files\Pinchinator
comes on the screen

DT: Hey I guess he is a robot after all

Then an explosion goes and Let The Bodies Hit the Floor by Ron Zombie echos through the arena but Pinchinator is no where to be found Shravi and Jaztheman are standing in the ring as Pinchinator comes out of nowhere and clotheslines Shravi into Jaztheman and throws them out of the ring

CG: Pinchinator clearly dosent want these guys here
DT: Yeah and he's even took out his own team mate what will happen??
 
CG: Pinchy is standing in the ring alone waiting for The Extremist to come out.....

DT: Still waiting for The Extremist to come out... WHOA who killed the lights

CG: I cant see a thing, this is ridiculous who is playing pranks

DT: I hear something

CG: What is it...

DT: It sounds like... i dont know

CG: The lights are back and The Extremist is in the ring with a Chainsaw OH MY GOD RUN PINCHINATOR!

DT: What a psycho! He doesnt deserve to even be contracted by the PCWF, to attack an innocent interviewer is one thing but this is just insanity

CG: Pinch is just staring at The Extremist in the ring in disbelief, and The Extremist is just glaring at him with hate

DT: The Extremist has closed his eyes he looks peaceful

CG: OH MY GOD! remember what happened last time he did this!

DT: Yeh i dont think Dick Case will be the same ever again... oh my god the lights are out again
 
*The camera changes to a medium shot of JJS in a locker room. It is raining outside and the patter of the drops hit the windows. JJS is sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, with a guitar in his hands. He gets himself comfortable and begins to play*

JJS: *singing in a mellow voice* It's raining outside, duh-duh-duh..
I have no idea, what I'm singing!
I'm making things up, as I go.... along.
Please God, I need a song!
Make it quick, I ain't got long...

*A bouncer is in awe at the locker room door. JJS looks at the guard and kind of nervously laughs. The bouncer continues to stare at the singer/superstar and closes the door on him. The camera zooms to the guard, who scratches his head and carries on with his duties. The screen changes back to JJS, who is now sitting on a bench, with his guitar to his side. Johnny Neptune, a very stressy midcarder walks into the room and sits next to JJS*

JJS: What. Neptune?

Neptune: *little annoyed* This is my locker room too. It is legal to sit here!

JJS: Calm the heck down! Damn..

Neptune: Well, you think you are soooo good with your *bleep* songs and fancy moves! You have no talent!

JJS: Listen. I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that. You need anger management, you always have, Neptune. So calm the *bleep* down..

Neptune: I'm not listening to you, actually I think you need to go back to camp and learn some new moves, wannabe..

JJS: *slowly* Excuse me...

Neptune: YOU HEARD!

JJS: I did hear that. I was shocked and I HAVE BEEN THROUGH HELL IN THE LAST MONTH! Put through tables, assaulted, hated.. Don't talk to me, you freak. God..

*Neptune is now really annoyed and swings for JJS with the chair. JJS ducks and clotheslines him. Neptune attempts a flying kick, but JJS sways it and smashes him with the guitar. Johnny is laid out in the middle of the floor. JJS steps outside into the rain, cradling his guitar. The camera follows*

JJS: Dang dude. I liked that guitar... I'm getting a coffee...

*The screen changes and the commentators are shocked at the current events.*

Tyler: Wow! Do you see that? Jimmy G should fear JJS, after that guitar hit!

Greenall: I have to admit. Neptune was out of order and deserved that smash...

Tyler: YES, WE HAVE A BREAKTHROUGH! GREENALL AGREES!
 
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Everyone is in the ring except Pinchinator for the tag team match

Run Program: C:\Program Files\Pinchinator
comes on the screen

DT: Hey I guess he is a robot after all

Then an explosion goes and Let The Bodies Hit the Floor by Ron Zombie echos through the arena but Pinchinator is no where to be found Shravi and Jaztheman are standing in the ring as Pinchinator comes out of nowhere and clotheslines Shravi into Jaztheman and throws them out of the ring

CG: Pinchinator clearly dosent want these guys here
DT: Yeah and he's even took out his own team mate what will happen??

When did you ask me if you could use me Ryan?
 
Don't worry, Jaz. Shravi's already called him up on it, meaning the RP doesn't count. :)

And also, Jay, you got the commentators wrong. Case is the backstage interviewer, and I don't know who Chibnell is. :p
 
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The scene is set in a comfortable-looking room. A fire is burning and is lighting up the room. Two large leather sofas are by the fire. One of them has two bulky people on it, the other, a less bulky man. The less bulky man leans into the light and is recognised as Johnny Styles.

JS: So, how do I join you?

One of the other men gets up and walks over to Johnny.

Crabbe: You have to undergo something first.

JS: What? Can't you just accept me into your Slithersnake or something?

Crabbe: No, it's not as simple as that. Otherwise anyone could join. No, you need to be sorted.

A puzzled expression appears on Johnny's face.

JS: What? Why can't you do this?

Crabbe and Goyle look at each other and laugh.

Crabbe: Look, we want you to join as you aren't a complete moron. But, by rules, we have to have you get sorted by something else.

JS: OK, let's do this now.

Crabbe: Alright, follow me.

JS: Why can't we do it here?

Crabbe: Everyone in the building has to see it. Der. Don't be stupid.

Crabbe heads for a doorway, he beckons Goyle and Styles, who follow. The camera follows the trio through a dungeon area and up some stairs into a hall with hour glasses near two large double doors. Crabbe walks to the end of this hall and pushes two more double doors open. Johnny Styles looks astounded by what's inside. Hundreds of heads turn to face them. They all appear to be wearing either a green shirt, a blue one, a red one, and the reject students wear yellow. Crabbe gives Styles a huge shove in the back. Styles straightens up and walks between the green table (in which Crabbe and Goyle have seated themselves) and the blue table. He gets to the front and sees a manky old shoe on the floor. Crabbe and Goyle mouth for him to put it on. So, Johnny slips off one of his squeaky clean shoes and puts his foot into this manky boot. And, to Johnny's surprise, it shouts something out.

Shoe: Griffendoor!

The red shirted people cheer and Crabbe and Goyle look angry. Styles picks up the boot and slams it onto floor. He then sits on it. It then changes it's mind.

Shoe: Ahh...Slithersnake....ah.....

The green-shirted people-with Crabbe and Goyle- cheer. Johnny Styles is about to walk over when the doors at the end of the hall bursts open and Chez wheels in.

Chez: Sorry to spoil the party, boys. But, I'm sick and tired of being left out of things. I, as joint-company owner, deserve to be part of this too.

And with that, Chez wheels to the front of the hall and puts the shoe on (with some difficulty). After a few seconds the shoe speaks.

Shoe: Hmm...you seem like a loser...so...Hafflepoff!

Chez screams as Johnny Styles locks in the Master Lock from behind. Johnny shakes Chez around, and he continues to scream. He then drops him back into his chair. Chez looks shaken. Crabbe stands up to address Chesney.

Crabbe: Now, Chez, that's not the way to do things. I thought we taught you a lesson? Obviously, you haven't bothered listening. You come, burst your way into here uninvited and expect to be mates with everyone. And you wonder why we didn't invite you? You've got to learn Chez, that you can't just say "I want" and get it. You have to be patient, and soon things will come to you. However, we were never going to offer you a place in our gang, as simply, you aren't cool enough.

Crabbe and Goyle then vault over the table and sprint towards Chez. Chez grits his teeth and a spark of bravery appears in his eyes. He leaps at Crabbe and Goyle, but falls short and smacks his head on the stone floor. Blood starts gushing out, and Crabbe picks Chez up off the floor. Chez's legs are on either side of his head and Goyle nods to Styles. Chez looks on in fright as Styles unleashes a superkick on Chez's face, Chez starts to fall backwards and, at the last moment, Goyle grabs Chez's head swings around. The students look stunned by that Superkick-to-Poweromb-to-Swinging Neckbreaker. Chez is on the floor howling in pain.

Chez: Come on guys. I'm sorry I burst in like this. I've learnt my lesson.

Goyle: Johnny, your turn.

Johnny Styles leans in closer to Chez.

JS: Chez. Your lesson will never be over. Every week you outdo yourself and more people begin to not like you. That's where we come in. We're here to stop people like you having their reputation sunk even lower. Soon, the crowd won't give a damn about you. All you do is sit at home moaning. Moaning about why you aren't getting involved. Well, next time, think, Chez. Also, why would good, honest people like Crabbe and Goyle here help you? After all, you ignore them week in, week out when they try to give you friendly advice. You need to grow up, Chesney. Stop running away from your problems. They'll always catch you up. And then where will you be?

Crabbe and Goyle look proud of Johnny's speech and pat him on the back. Goyle lifts Chez up again and spinebusters him onto the blue table. But, the table doesn't break and all is heard is Chez's back click. Crabbe and Goyle guffaw as Chez slides off the table onto the floor. One of the students throws a candle at Chez for a laugh, but it lands on Chez's face, and Chez's face is set alight. He screams as he tries to put it out. Crabbe moves swiftly and puts on a Dr Martens boot. He then stamps on Chez's face. It puts out the fire instantly. Crabbe continues to stamp on Chez's face.

JS: Er...Crabbe...the fire's out now.

Crabbe: Oh, is it? Well, I'll just make sure.

And with one last massive stamp, Chez's nose breaks. Crabbe takes off the boot and puts his shoe back on.

Goyle: See Chez? Even the students here are beginning to hate you. Now you've shown your true colours...

Crabbe, Goyle and Johnny look at each other and laugh at the pathetic yellow house he's now part of.

Goyle: Now you've shown your true colours, your face is burnt and you're in terrible condition for the huge match this week determining the owner of the fed. But, to make sure you've learnt your lesson, there's one more thing we've got to do.

Crabbe and Goyle lift up each of Chez's legs and put their's through, locking in the Double Sharpshooter. Chez is in agony and taps out several times. Johnny Styles sprints in and baseball slides between the gap in Chez's legs. Chez howls as Johnny Climbs on top of a table. Crabbe and Goyle lay Chez on another table opposite Johnny, and hold on tightly to Chez's body. His head is hanging over the edge. Johnny jumps and leg drops onto Chez's head, whipping it back. Chez clutches his neck and continues to scream. He now has severe whiplash. Crabbe, Goyle and Johnny walk out of the hall, leaving the bloodied and beaten Chez lying sprawled on the table, students raining down on him and beating him up. They go into the other hall.

Crabbe: Welcome to the club, Johnny.

They shake hands and the scene fades back.
 
See Connor, why do you embarrass us with those RP's? ;)

(By the way, I am in the process of designing userbars for the champions in the PCWF. PM me for details.)
 
Here we go, an RP to match GrayNicholls. Kind of:

*JJS is sitting on a bar stool in a cheap looking coffee bar. The rain is pelting on the windows, with thunder and lightning as well. JJS is sipping coffee out of a paper cup and looks around the room. The bartender is cleaning glasses.*

Bartender: Horrible weather, eh mate?

JJS: *startled* Huh? Oh definately..

Bartender: You know, you have been the only customer in here for well over an hour now. And you are still on the same cup of coffee.

JJS: It's cold now. Very...cold.

Bartender: Something bothering you, kid? You seem a bit down-hearted, son?

JJS: Just life. Life is getting me down at the moment and I need a change.

Bartender: Well listen. J-J-S.. You shou..

JJS: How do you know me?

Bartender: The PCWF. I watch it every week!

JJS: Oh. That.

*The bartender lets himself out of his bar and walks around the chairs and joins JJS. He sits himself on a stool and brings it next to JJS.*

Bartender: Listen, you are in a rut. To get out it, find a new mission. Find something you can aspire to in the fed. Get the Continental Championship and the fans will like you again. Go for it, son.

JJS: You know, for a bartender, you speak good advice.

Bartender: I know. I use to be an agony aunt at my high school.

*JJS finishes his stone cold coffee and laughs at the possibility of the bartender being an agony aunt. He exits the bar and stands out in the pouring rain, with his arms up, almost welcoming it. He starts to head back to the venue, possibly a changed man. The camera changes back to the bartender, watching JJS.*

Bartender: I feel good about myself today. I sure do...
 
Continued from last week...

*The school playground. It is full of frantic activity. Kids are running all over the place, thier yelps of joy filling the air. Kids play with toys of all shapes and sizes, playing games ranging from soccer to tiddlywinks. But amongst this activity stands one kid, alone. Tall, wirey and bespectacled. The camera zooms in on him. He is staring at 3 kids in the corner of the yard - 2 big ones, and a small one. The bigger kids seem to be picking on the smaller, defencless one. The tall kid walks over...*

Hey you! Yea, I'm talking to you, why don't you pick on someone your own size?

You got a problem bub? I suggest you leave us alone!

Not until you release that kid.

Alright, be that way!


*The bigger kids walk over, punching thier hands with their fists. The thin guy raises his hands, and prepares to fight...*


**************************************

"Why did he have to interfere?"

I was lying on the bathroom floor, crawled up in a little ball, my nose a bloody mess. I was narrating to myself how I got into this mess.

It started during recess. The bell rang, and I raced through the yard to the canteen. Or atleast, that was what I was trying to do. I barely got halfway when I was stopped by these two thugs. They were much, much taller than me (Although that wasn't uncommon, I was rather short for my age), and much bigger too.

"Hand over your lunch money, punk!"

I ran as hard as I could -speed had always been my strongest attribute- and had always made a clean escape. That was until I realised that I had made a wrong turn and was now staring down a dead end. The two goons caught up, and I was cornered.

"Got yea! Now hand over the lunch money, or else..."

But before they could complete the threat, he came.

"Hey you! Yea, I'm talking to you, why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

Fool! What was he trying to do? Be the hero?

The two thugs went over there, and I ran like hell. I turned around after I was a safe distance away, and saw that tall kid being stuffed into the trash can. Poor guy. He shouldn't have interfered.

I made it through recess. But on my way back to class, I saw the two thugs waiting by my locker. They weren't happy.

"So, where were we? Ah yes, you were about to give us your lunch money. Hand it over."

"I don't have it."

"Well, in that case, I guess you are our lunch now!"

And before I could utter another word, I was picked up, and tossed into my locker. One of the disadvantages of being the smallest kid in my class - practically anyone could lift you up. I was stuck there for the rest of the day, or that's what I led them into believing. When the coast was clear, I kicked the door open and climbed out. For a pair of bullies, they weren't very smart. I made my way to class unharmed.

After class, I rushed over the washroom, intent to hide from the goons until the bell rang. I hid behind the door, breatihing ever so silently and peeking through a slight crack in the wall. The room seemed to be empty, all the stalls unoccupied. Then, as fate would have it, guess who enters?

"YOU! You are the reason I have to go the whole day smelling like garbage! And what do you do after I save your butt? You run away! Without even a thank you!"

"But...but..but..."

He didn't let me explain. He raised his fist, swung, and POW! I didn't duck away quick enough, rookie mistake, and he clubbed me straight on my nose. I was sent flying acrosse the room, where I crashed into the wall. A warm liquid trickled down my uniform.

The bell rang in the background.

Just another school day.


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To Be Continued...
 
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Camera closes in on the door with "The Extremist" written on it, there seems to be alot of noise coming from the room as two security guards walk in and the door closes behind them

Security Guard: Mugsgkhsfdghshg

The words cannot be made out

Security Guard: Hkdgkhnskldg

All of a sudden there seems to be chaos erupting in the locker room it lasts for 20 seconds until the camera man walks in and finds.... nothing in the room, no sign of anybody.

He looks around for any sign of life but cannot find anything as he walks out of the locker room
 

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