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Post by Eddie Lopez on Apr 13, 2019 22:34:26 GMT -5
Max Johnson vs Dillon Crowe
from the Sold out TD Garden (16,450)
1 RP 300 minimum and 3000 maximum
Deadline is Tuesday April 23th 2019. 11:59 pm
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Post by Apex Developmental on Apr 23, 2019 21:46:03 GMT -5
(Joint RP for all of the Developmental Characters.)
Apex Compound Tampa, Florida April 14, 2019
(The scene opens with the group of anticipating young talent hoping to be on the show card waiting outside the office of Kevin Sullivan inside the compound. Every week he post the show card outside his office for the talent to see. This week with the show being in Boston many of them expecting a big card, but few expecting to be on the bill for a show so close to Destiny.)
Travis Ryan: Man, what’s taking so long? It’s generally up by now…
Chris Blade: Please, what chance do you have of being on this card? Last time they booked you, you forgot to send them a video...if anyone's getting booked its gonna be Me and Moondust...they’ve booked Moon constantly...speaking of him, where the hell is that whack job?
Morgan Baker: He asked for the week off something about taking his kids to a gun show...now will you shut up…
Patty: You people talk too much...it's making my head hurt…
Chris Blade: Where’s the Teacher’s pet, Bookworm and that useless kid they tried to make me tag with...JAM...JCM...MJC...who the hell cares?
Max Johnson: Stacy is with Maria in Boston, and Juan is in the locker room getting changed…
(Juan comes around the corner with his ear buds in listening to music, as he can see the others waiting for the bill to be posted. He takes one of the out as he approaches the group.)
JMC: Hey, has it dropped…
Chris Blade: Go away kid, there’s no way in hell they’d book trash like you…
JMC: Man, you got a serious problem.
Chris Blade: What you going to do about it kid? I carried your ass in that tag match and then you ran like a bitch when it was time for you to come in…
JMC: You mean when your ass got pinned
(The group gets between Chris and Juan, right as the door opens to the office. Kevin Sullivan walks out and looks around.)
Kevin Sullivan: Juan, Travis, Max get your shit ready we’re heading to Boston...the rest of you better luck next time.
(he tacks the bill to his door and shuts it after returning to his office)
Travis Ryan: You Jay, you wont believe this shit...You got the main event!
(Juan pushes to the door to take a look.)
Travis Ryan: You got David Shane, man! That big, bro!
(Chris Blade walks away pissed off, as The three that were called out look over their opponents.)
Max Johnson: Dillon Crowe...isn't that the purge guy. They guy that ruined Moon’s win?
JMC: Yea, you better watch yourself...You might get Purged.
(The three laugh while still looking over the card.)
Travis Ryan: Man, I gotta face Miles Kasey...that kid can’t seem to win...he might be greener than us in the ring…I guess I get the easy match up.
Max Johnson: Speak for yourself, I’m not green like you kids,
JMC: He’s trained by Levi Russow, man. I’d watch yourself...you never know
Travis Ryan: But dude, You are facing the boss man...they guy hasnt been in a ring in months…
Max Johnson: You don’t want the match, man. I’ll face David...and beat him.
Travis Ryan: He’s facing David in Boston, that's home turf for the Boss. No way you’d beat him there.
Max Johnson: Last time Shane Wrestled...he lost in Boston, he lost his world title…
JMC: I’m gonna go call my parents, then call David and thank him for this chance...I can’t believe this…
(Juan walks off holding his phone to call his parents, as Travis and Max walk together for a little bit.)
Max Johnson: Trade opponents with me...I’m not afraid of crap wrestler trained by a hasbeen...Guys not even good…
Travis Ryan: Dude, Levi Russow...The Face of PWS...He’s possibly one of the greatest wrestlers ever…
Max Johnson: I’d still beat him
(Travis splits off heading into the lockers rooms laughing, as the scene fades out with Max confused why Travis was laughing.)
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Post by Nick Madison on Apr 23, 2019 22:47:48 GMT -5
Deus es Mortuus
The Beginning(The scene opens inside the arena at TD Garden. We see Dillon Crowe sitting in one of the seats, surveying the empty arena that surrounds him.) Dillon Crowe: Such a peaceful, quiet environment. Nothing like how it’ll be like in a number of hours, when this place is filled to capacity with the moronic, the disgusting, and the filth that is the PWS fans. The only redeeming quality of this wretched city is it’s historical significance, though it’s been nothing more than the drizzling shots of America for years. I gforbone will be more than happy to get out of here after the show is over. Just the thought of being in the same vicinity as the inhabitants of this town makes me want to dry heave. Not to mention my opponent for this week. At first I date he was just some faceless nobody, but I’ve decided to make an example of him. (Dillon situates himself as he looks at the camera.) Dillon Crowe: Star Stormz and management want to downplay my arrival? They’d rather put their attention to pathetic troglodytes like Rockin’ Lunatic...disgusts me. But, if that’s what they want to do, if she and the media narrative want to paint me out to be the villain for what I did on the last show, they better get ready for a whole other level of villainy. I am going to make a statement this week, and make an example out of Max Johnson. After that, I’ll continue to purge the filth of this place, ridding it of the disease of complacency. Too many on this roster are comfortable in their current role, not even bothering to better their position. A revolution is coming, and PWS will never be the same (Crowe stands up, as he takes a few steps closer to the camera.) Dillon Crowe: I have been mentored by geniuses and madmen alike. They say there’s a fine line between the two. I have taken the best parts from both sides, and molded them together. I will be focused, I will be methodical, this week, it begins with Max Johnson, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it. I am going to embarrass and humiliate Johnson. He may be thinking he’s going to just waltz into our match and toss me around like some rag doll, but when it’s all said and done, he will be the one lying flat on his back staring up at the sky. So, Johnson, prepare. Be ready. A fight is coming for you. You can pray, but on that night, you will come to a stark realization. Deus Es Mortuus. God Is Dead. (With that, Crowe walks past the camera, as the footage fades.)
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