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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on May 13, 2020 12:50:17 GMT -5
So, thinking to get more new members we need to get RPs flowing. I see two of you have already RPed so that's great. Once we have enough singles wrestlers or enough tag teams we will get a tourney going for those respective titles and have our first organized show.
Idea for start - EWF Internet Championship
Much like WWE used the 24/7 Championship to post clips to social media of championship changes we will have this Internet Championship being a form of 24/7 Championship. Rules are simple first person to reply to this thread in an RP form will be declared the first champion (similar to the ring scramble they used to introduce it). From there on out it will be one challenger at a time, a challenger can post an RP and the champion has 12 hours to respond at the end of those 12 hours staff will read the 2 RPs are determine a winner--I'll provide a short little skit for the champion winning or losing the title. I'll get a graphic for it and thread up soon but thought this may get some ideas flowing which could get us enough members to start up.
So, as said before..."the first wrestler to get to the ring and grab this belt can call him or herself the first EWF Internet Champion"!
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Post by AZ Outlaws Holliday & Earp on May 13, 2020 22:15:15 GMT -5
Clay Holliday is seen on a horse in the middle of a deserted landscape in Arizona.
Clay Holliday: The Empire Wrestling Federation been tryin' to get itself off the ground and up the mountain in our sport. The Empire Wrestling Federation been tryin' to make the rest of the professional wrestling world notice this new brand. Clay Holliday came here, to the EWF, because he wanted to be a part of the future of this sport not the past. That is why Clay Holliday is EWF's first champion, ever! Any y'all city slickers wanna come take the Internet Championship from big ol' Clay Holliday you come right on down and give yourself a shot against the champ!
Clay kicks the side of his horse and they begin to gallop off of screen.
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Post by Anarquia on May 14, 2020 8:52:16 GMT -5
A man sits with his back to the camera. All that can be seen is his olive skin, religious iconography tattooed on his back and his short black hair. The man's voice is heard.
The word despiadado is Spanish for ruthless. In order to make it in this world, even when the fans love you, you still need to be a ruthless competitor. Anarquia, mi nombre, that means anarchy in your language Señor Holliday. I have come to the EWF from Los Angeles and I bring my primo Salvaje de Tijuana to make sure I have one amigo in this entire place. One amigo to watch my back, one amigo to share the glory with. The EWF es el futuro de lucha libre! Anarquia is also the future of wrestling. I came to this company to make a name for myself, to get national recognition instead of just being seen on the Indies in California and Tijuana. My eyes are on the prize, as you Americans say, my cousin and I want to be the first Tag Team Champions and I want to be the first World Champion. Right now neither of those are possibilities so for now, Señor Holliday, I will come and find you and take that EWF Internet Championship off of your shoulder and put that belt around my waste. Think about your next move wisely Señor because Anarquia is everywhere!
The scene fades to black without ever seeing Anarquia's face.
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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on May 15, 2020 15:11:20 GMT -5
Clay Holliday gets off of his horse at an undisclosed location in Tombstone, Arizona. As Clay places his horse in the stable a large wooden stool hits him in the back of the head. Anarquia lays on top of the downed champion as the referee counts ...1 ...2 ...3!!!!
Anarquia is your NEW Internet Champion!
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Post by "Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins on May 16, 2020 12:15:26 GMT -5
“Hoodstar” DeShaun Jenkins is seen wearing a tank top exposing his tattooed upper body, a pair of basketball shorts, a sweatband around his head and a light blunt in his right hand walking through a housing projects in Brooklyn, New York. You can hear the chirp of birds and a distant hum of traffic. DeShaun Jenkins sits himself on top of a bench in the common area, he hits his blunt and starts to speak.
EWF, I been waiting a long time for this shit to get crackin’. DeShaun Jenkins been looking for a home to ply his trade and show that he’s the most underrated superstar stepping foot in to a ring today. I been listenin’ to the streets and the streets is sayin’ that EWF been on a talent signing spree lately. Thought I was ready for this shit as the third signee but now we got upwards of 5 or 6 dudes—even got a tag team or 2. The fans been waitin’ for a fresh new product to spark their interest in this shit. Shit dawg, we already got our first championship decide the EWF Internet Championship. That tall desert cowboy Clay Holliday done claimed that shit from The Boss like he some hot shit only to lose it the next day to a luchador disguised as a stable boy. Clay, must be some shit out in that Arizona water that you couldn’t even see a stable boy with a luchador mask on, my dude, you gotta be on your toes at all times in this business, you gotta be ready to bring that fight to the competition before the competition brings that fight to you, feel me big homie? Anarquia, you the boy apparently got that strap around your waist right now. Let me tell the both of y’all cats something…the fastest rising star that the EWF has on its roster is this cat right in front of the camera. “Hoodstar” DeShaun Jenkins not only finna make a name for his self but he finna take that Internet Championship from that boy Anarquia almost as quick as he took the shit from Clay Holliday. I came here to be the people’s EWF World Champion and…might have to wait a little longer for that ’til the roster fills itself out a lil’ mo. But, the EWF Internet Championship, that piece of gold will like mighty pretty walkin’ ‘round the PJs. Talk about bling bling homie, DeShaun Jenkins finna bring that first piece of EWF bling blaow back to the 718. I can promise y’all cats that no problem.
Jenkins hits his blunt, it seems to have gone out but he takes a few deep pulls and the cherry relights.
But, y’all two ain’t the only cats around these parts right now anyway. I heard The Boss signed some ghoulish lookin’ tag team dudes lookin’ like they came outta Wes Craven’s worst nightmare. Then we got Akari, first female to sign with EWF and first Japanese star. Ain’t heard from y’all yet but I’mma just have to show y’all cats ahead of time what the Hoodstar is all about.
Jenkins takes another hit before looking in the camera again.
Then there our newest boy, Erik Crowley, what I wanna know is what this Philly dude is talkin’ ‘bout? Livin’ on the streets homie? What because you tried to live that rockstar lifestyle and let the dope get to yo’ ass? Try to be a better example for the kids man, thinks like Buddha and alcohol are aight in moderation but ya gotta know how to control yo’ self. But, on the real, as a New York street guy to a Philly street guy I got some love for ya kid, maybe you and I are meant to be the finals of that there World Championship Tournament. Shiiiiiit, what a sight that shit gonna be when Hoodstar holds that big gold thang over his head and straps it ‘round his waste. EWF, this “Hoodstar” DeShaun Jenkins signin’ out ’til next time.
Jenkins hops off of the park bench and strolls away while exhaling smoke.
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Post by Anarquia on May 16, 2020 15:23:34 GMT -5
The skeleton mask of Anarquia sits on a mannequin head. Beneath the mannequin head sits the EWF Internet Championship. Anarquia's voice is heard from off camera.
Estoy el campeón del Internet! The first time Anarquia has held championship gold in the EWF. To defend this championship is a great honor and challenge for me. This championship means I need to be ready at all times, something señor Holliday was unprepared to do. It is a good thing that I am a fan of the coffee to keep me awake and alert. It is good that mi primo Salvaje is in the EWF to help me protect this sacred championship. See, for people like señor Holliday and Jenkins a championship is an object for people like Anarquia it is a symbol of greatness that forever links an athlete to the glory of holding a championship in a wrestling promotion. In Mexico, where my parents immigrated from with me when I was a small child, lucha libre its like a religion and I think I have more respect for this religion than anybody in the EWF. So come on Jenkins take the fight to me, the luchador will keep his title against this Hoodstar.
Fade to black.
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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on May 16, 2020 18:45:12 GMT -5
Anarquia is seen drinking his cup of coffee on the porch of what is presumed to be his house. From behind a coffee pot shatters over Anarquia's head. DeShaun Jenkins covers ...1 ...2 ...3!
"Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins is the NEW Internet Champion.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2020 8:00:32 GMT -5
The EWF camera crew catches up with Erik Crowley in the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood of Manhattan. He is sitting on the sidewalk with his back against a building, lighting up a cigarette.
“You guys never cease to amaze me with your ability to track down a street rat. You should have your own reality show on Animal Planet!”
Crowley laughs under his breath as he takes another drag.
“Weird seeing me sitting on the streets of New York City, huh? A little different from the last place you’ve found me squatting at in South Philly. Well I’ve figured since I’m going to be working the EWF’s first show in North Jersey in a few weeks then why not give The City That Never Sleeps a try? Can probably make a killing panhandling out here than back at home. Heh, maybe I can belt out a few Accidental Omelette songs in Times Square to score a quick buck. I’m sure at least a few of these degenerates walking around here will recognize the lyrics. NYC isn’t exactly slouching in the emo scene. I’ve heard that my old buddies from the band Proper. are playing a show at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn sometime this week. Maybe I’ll check them out for old times’ sake, not that they’d wanna see me anyway. Everybody from the scene has blacklisted me at this point, and I can’t say I blame them...”
Crowley goes silent for a moment as a look of guilt takes over his face. He then puts his first cigarette out on the pavement and lights up a second one.
“Regardless, I have other business in Brooklyn this week. For the past few days I’ve had the pleasure of hearing some young yuppie run his mouth about how he’s going to take the EWF by storm. DeShaun Jenkins, you remind me a lot of how I was when I was your age. Thinking you’re hot shit, having the world by the balls, not letting anybody stand in your way from accomplishing your goals. Well let me be the first to tell you that the road that you’re heading down is a destructive one, my friend. Everything you have right now, everything that matters most, can all be taken away in the blink of an eye. I know first hand, which is why I’m going to save you from yourself. I’m going to be the one who takes it all away from you before you even have the opportunity to do it to yourself. Maybe helping you steer clear of this lifestyle will in turn lead me down the path to my own redemption...”
Crowley pulls a worn-out photo from his pants pocket which depicts himself with a beautiful blonde woman. He stares at it for quite sometime.
“Maybe then my sins will be forgiven for...”
Crowley’s eyes begin to tear up before putting the photo away and taking another drag of his cigarette.
“Fortunately the powers that be have booked us to face off against each other in the main event of the inaugural Evolution show on June 5th in an Extreme Combat Rules match. A match that is right up my alley coming from the south side of Philly. DeShaun, I am going to give you a little taste of that destructive road you’re heading down with the help of some of my favorite instruments of torture. In the span of one night, you are going to feel the same pain and suffering that I deal with every single day. Just know that the physical punishment that I’m going to inflict on you that night is in your best interest.”
Crowley stands up and looks directly into the camera.
“Now DeShaun, you might think that you’re safe for the next three weeks from receiving the beating of a lifetime, but that shiny new belt around your waist has made you quite the target these days. The Internet Championship may just be a stepping stone for you, but for me it’s my meal ticket. And since I’m already in the city and feeling a little hungry, how about I give you a little preview of what’s to come on June 5th? Let’s see exactly what happens when a man with nothing to lose from the south side enters your turf, Hoodstar!”
Crowley takes one more drag of his cigarette, flicks it into the street, and walks off scene.
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Post by "Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins on May 18, 2020 14:44:51 GMT -5
"Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins is seen on top of a project rooftop nodding his head to music with Apple EarPods in his ears. The wind whips in the air and smoke bellows from his mouth. DeShaun has his newly won EWF Internet Championship slung proudly over his shoulder. DeShaun takes another puff and then exhales. DeShaun clicks his EarPods to turn off.
Yeah, see what I'm talkin' 'bout Hood Family?!?!?! "Hoodstar" DeShaun Jenkins took a lil' incognegro trip out to the home of Tupac Shakur, hunted down Anarquia and busted his head with a coffee pot to take home the gold for the 718. Shiiiiit, I barely get a moment to celebrate and let all the biddies and lil' kiddies take a picture with the Hoodstar and his newly won strap before word got back. What word got back Hood Fam?! The streets of the rotten apple are buzzin' that this Philly boy Erik Crowley is looking around for me. Crowley looking to become the latest EWF superstar to put their name in the history books as the EWF Internet Champion. Seems times is rough for the Internet Champ, ya know there ain't much time for sleep and my favorite recreational activity make a cat a lil' drowsy na'mean? This cat Crowley tellin' your very own personal Hoodstar that he got the world by the balls, shiiiit kid tell 'em something they don't know already. Hoodstar got the world by the balls because of his Hood Family all over the world havin' his back 24/7/365 which reminds me of the premise of this here strap. The man who holds this bad boy gotta be on point at all times, gotta make sure he sleepin' with one eye open and looks at everyone they pass as possible challenger. Anarquia, Clay Holliday, them dudes stick out like soar thumbs one tall and doofy, the other walkin' around all masked out but even in this COVID world he still stick out. Erik Crowley sayin' he finna come and invade the Hoodstar's turf. Man you finna stick out like Forrest Gump havin' a cameo in Menace II Society. Hoodstar got his Hood Family, he got the home court advantage and he's got the strap...what more do you think I'm finna need to keep the gold right here in the 718? Talkin' 'bout I'm on a destructive road man all this cat does is burn some piffery, train and give it one hundred percent every time he gets out in that ring. Imma do you a solid there too lil' man, if all your time walkin' 'round Manhattan looking for a dude in Brooklyn is for nothin' and the higher ups 'round here is cool with it I'll put my EWF Internet Championship on the line in our Extreme Combat Match on June 5th. If somehow you find a dude and prove to be the better man on that occasion, well, then Hoodstar will be seeing you again and hopefully for you lil' man you don't take this cat as lightly as you seem to be.
Hoodstar puts his EarPods back on and goes back to bumping his head to his music as the camera shuts off.
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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on May 18, 2020 17:49:11 GMT -5
DeShaun Jenkins continues listening to his music and smoking his marijuana. Suddenly from off camera comes Erik Crowley delivering a dropkick to the side of Jenkins' head. Crowley jumps on top of Jenkis ..1 ...2 ...kickout! Crowley grabs Jenkins and begins to pound on his face with rights and lefts before Jenkins blocks one punch and pokes him in the eye. The men get to their feet and Jenkins punches Crowley in the gut and raises him up for a duplex but Crowley catches him with a punch to the side of the head on the way up. Jenkins is staggered when Crowley hits him with the One Armed Scissor. Crowley covers ...1 ...2 ...3!
Erik Crowley is the NEW Internet Champion!
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Post by AZ Outlaws Holliday & Earp on May 19, 2020 7:41:32 GMT -5
A black cowboy hat sits on top of a mahogany kitchen table. A voice is heard.
Clay Holliday: Seems as if every time I turn around somebody else in this promotion is running around calling themselves the Internet Champion. Big ol' Clay Holliday was the first and as far as I'm concerned the BEST EWF Internet Champion so far. Sure, I may have not held it longer than Anarquia or DeShaun Jenkins but length of a title reign isn't what measures a champion. Clay Holliday is by far the most physically imposing specimen to ever touch the EWF Internet Champioship. Anarquia, you decided to hide your identity and dress up like a stable boy to take that title from me. It seems karma is quite real after a coffee pot to your head ended your championship dreams to DeShaun Jenkins. Now we've got the newest piece of the puzzle, Erik Crowley, walking around talking about how he needs to teach people like DeShaun a lesson to save them from themselves. Looka here young'n, I don't give a rattlesnake's excrement what troubles you've seen in that metropolis you call home. You damned city slickers all think the same thing, life's tougher in the big city, people are tougher, us folk out here in the "country" are backwards. You poor city slickers live stacked up on top of one another, steal from one another, the men all take drugs and the women are all hookers. It must be a tough life when all you city folk due is succumb to your own personal weaknesses and demons but out here in the desert of Arizona we know a little bit about hard living. You know where to find water in the desert boy? You know how to skin a rattler if that's all you've got for dinner? you know how to make a fire outta nothing?! Listen to me little man, the biggest monster in this promotion is gonna leave his home for a bit and come to New York or Philadelphia or whatever other city you decide to call home at this moment to come take what's rightfully mine, the EWF Internet Championship! Now, some y'all folks might be thinking "Clay, you've got a three way dance against Akari and John Cavanagh to focus on!" Yeah, that's true, big ol' Clay Holliday has his eyes on taking home the win in that three way dance but that ain't until June 5th...I'll take a little time out of my training schedule to go get my belt back. Erik, I'm coming for you so do me a favor and polish up my championship I want that gold to shimmer in the Arizona son when one half of the Arizona Outlaws brings the gold back home!
The scene ends without ever seeing Clay.
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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on May 20, 2020 6:02:31 GMT -5
Erik Crowley is seen walking through Penn Station in New York City with the EWF Internet Championship slung over his shoulder. Erik Crowley rounds a corner when a large steel trash can strikes him in the face and knocks him to the ground. A large man in a custodial outfit covers ...1 ...2 ...3!
Clay Holliday is the NEW EWF Internet Champion!
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Post by blazedup on May 29, 2020 16:05:02 GMT -5
If I had nickel for every time I smoked a nickel bag...like...I'd have a shit ton of nickels.
"Blazed Up" Dank Sinatra comes in to view of the previously blacked screen. Dank's eyes are very low with noticeable bags underneath and bright red eyes. Dank is driving his car down the highway as other cars pass around him. A loud honk is heard followed by a man's hand flipping off Dank.
Bruuuh...people just, ya know man, they gotta like kind of like, just learn to go with the flow and just calm down.
Dank lifts a small blue and white glass mini bubbler from off of his lap, he flicks his purple Bic lighter while taking his hands off of the wheel and lights the herb. The fire cracks and the smoke puffs out as he uses the carp. Dank takes a deep inhale and smiles before hearing another car horn.
Shit, almost made me spill my bubbler. There was enough room in your lane, I wasn't gonna hit ya bruh.
Dank's eyes scan the road, he looks visibly confused.
Where the hell am I going again?
Dank ponders for a minute, he's not quite sure but he knows it was something he thought was a good idea and he originally thought had to be important.
I think it was like, something Internet or something. Maybe something to do with wrestling. Yeah, that's it...something to do with wrestling on the Internet. Maybe I'm supposed to binge watch Darkside of the Ring while ripping my Chong Bong back home? Bruh, that sounds like an epic time waiting to happen. But, no no that can't be it. I would never leave my house to go back to my house...I mean unless I had the munchies. Shit, I do have the munchies. Nah, that's not it...I remember making a grilled cheese and a package of Ramen noodles and then hitting the car. Then I had to walk back in for my fine Mary Jane and the bubbler. Then I was driving and I...
Dank looks down at his passenger seat. An opened grinder with some green and purple weed ground up ready for his next bubbler pack for the road. He sees his phone light up.
Reminder. Thank you. I hope this gives me my answer.
Dank looks at the screen while the phone recognizes his face. He reads the Reminder on his phone and his eyes bulge
I gotta drive to Tombstone, Arizona? Find some guy named Clay Holliday. Why?
The phone buzzes again. The banner says "Reminder" and Dank hits to view his Reminder.
EWF Internet Championship? Ohhhhhhhhh, now I remember bruuuuh. This geryl curl, mullet having cowboy guy got that belt! Nice, I always wanted a cool looking title belt. I can wear it around my house. I can wear it to go buy my weed. Hell, I could probably use the thing to roll joints on, its gotta be sturdy enough. Wow, this was a good idea. But like, I'm like, driving from Denver they got some good weed in Denver. I wonder what the weed is like in Tombstone? I don't know man, can't be all that good its a Republican state those assholes hate Mary, my lovely lady. Tombstone, that's like far bro. I guess its a good thing I brought some green. Yo, Clay, I gotta ask is like Tombstone Arizona near Roswell, New Mexico? How far is that man? I gotta know 'cause I been watching some freaky shit bro. You ever turn on that History Channel and see the guy with the crazy hair talking about aliens? Bro, I don't know bro, maybe like those aliens can help me find some kinda worm hole in the whole space-tin e galactic continuum-abobby thing-a-ma-jig and get my ass to Tombstone a little quicker. Well, now the cats out of the bag I guess I can talk about the little surprise a bit more. I'm going to visit Clay Holliday down at his home in Tombstone. He's probably drinking a beer, or lassoing some cattle, or pricking some thorns from a cactus out of his ass or other rugged manly things that the average person in 2020 doesn't understand. He's probably getting his swole on and lifting some weights, he's got that match coming up though that one where he's gotta fight that guy who has the big titted valet girl and that Asian lady with the nice boot-ay! Like to have me a three way dance with that Asian lady and that valet girl, mhm! Those two, me and Mary...se magnifique! Oh, shit, I forgot, again, we need a fifth wheel for that dance that belt Clay has. That belts gonna look so good with those two naked ladies and a nice pound of herb surrounding it. Do the EWF proud with that Instagram shot! Oh, bro, it might even go viral...I'm gonna have so many new followers.
Dank looks at the large highway sign he just passed and shakes his head.
Boulder?! Are you...bro!!!! I'm going north, I gotta go south...I'm going the wrong way! Bro!!!!! Uh....
Dank takes his bubbler from his lap again and takes another hit blowing the smoke out of the window.
I don't know bro, it's like the only thing I never forget is my lovely lady. I gotta turn around and go see Clay Holliday. I gotta go get a title, then celebrate that with a fattie! Yeah...title and a fattie!
Dank smiles and stares off while driving.
OOC - Just wanted to post something give me something to do til I get a match
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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on May 30, 2020 8:39:24 GMT -5
Clay Holliday is walking down his driveway to pick up the mail with his EWF Internet Championship in hand. The postal truck waits near the mailbox to hand Clay his mail. Clay reaches out and is handed his mail by the mailman. Clay turns his back looking at the envelopes to walk back to his house. The mailman leaves the truck and hits Clay with a dropkick to the back of the head that sends Clay's face smashing against a car parked in his driveway. The mailman jumps on Clay ...1 ...2 ...3!!! The mailman grabs the title and takes off his hate and fake mustache to reveal himself as Dank Sinatra.
Your winner, and NEEEEWWW EWF Internet Champion "Blazed Up" Dank Sinatra!
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