Post by Sir Chris Cairns on Jul 1, 2015 19:31:00 GMT -6
PART 1: JAMES CORBIN, SEAN FIERY, BANE, LEON CORBIN, SEAN LOCKE AND MUNIN
This is just a fun look back at some of the first roleplays ever posted by certain characters/handlers. Wince and cringe at how awful you used to be!
This is a little series I'll be doing. I'll do six Globalstars every so often (every few hours, every day, every week... whatever).
Tate, I was looking back at the first few RPs ever published for GZW2K1 here on ProBoards and they seemed like a continuation of something from somewhere else (EWO, I guess). Is that right? The Monarch and Sean Fiery RPs below don't really read as 'debut' roleplays, but they are the earliest we have here on ProBoards.
Also worth noting that I tried to get Charlie's first ever John Taylor RP for this, but he posted it to Geocities, so it's forever lost...
Anyway...
1. JAMES CORBIN
A bulky figure is seen crashing through a full window of what seems to be a local bar downtown Atlanta.A crowd of people push their way out the door to get a better view as Monarch steps through the broken window outside.
Monarch,dressed in faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt,picks up the bloodied man by the hair.He flicks the cigarette hanging from his mouth to the ground as he looks around,seemingly searching for something.
The HKWF World Heavyweight seems to spot something not so far away.He drags the man by his hair until they reach a sports car parked along the curb.Monarch slams him onto the hood of the car.Monarch turns to the crowd and swipes an older man's walking cane.Jumping up on the hood of the car,Monarch stands above the man and commences to beat away at him.
"C'mon,Mick McNasty!!You want to talk all the shit about how great Magic is.Well let's hear it now,you fucking bitch!!!I AM REAL FUCKING WRESTLING!!!Remember that wasteless jobber!!!"
Monarch jumps down off the hood,leaving an unconscious and bloodied McNasty.He throws the equally blood cane to the ground as he walks back into the bar.
2. SEAN FIERY
Magic and Steph are shown walking side by side out of a sports bar, both with smiles on their faces and many fans cheering inside after watching the Arizona Diamondbacks win the N.L. Championship, and about to go on their way to the World Series. Magic and Steph continue their walking to their new Porsch. Steph opens up her door and sits down as Magic throws his jacket into the trunk. Then Albert Wuchie comes walking out of the bar, looking to be drunk!
Albert: *Drunk Chinese accent*Was up my homie! I bet you happy to see your hometown team go to World Series and win N.L. Championship! I know I am, but then again, I am drunk! Hey, how about we get interview at this time, it will air out my breath.
Magic: Steph, I'll be with you in a minute. I need to try to get this man out of here before he touches or even throws up on the car.
Steph: Ok babe. Make sure you hurry it up though. I have to take my pills in a while, and I left them at home.
Albert: *Hickup!* Does Steph have a twin? (he is seeing double) I think you are getting kinda lucky. Wait, you have twin too?!
Magic: Right. Well Albert, lets get down to business. What is it that you want? I have a match to get prepared for tomorrow, and maybe even a few after that if I move to the next round(s).
Albert: Bro, you not get picky with me, I have feeling too! Ok, I get on with it. Uh, uh, I think I no...
Albert Wuchie collapses on the ground. Magic kneels down nect to the smaller man and takes his mic out of his hand, wich seemed to be stuck. He still pulls it out of his hand, then stands up to look into the camera.
Magic: Ok, lets get everything straight now. I have finally got that little monkey off my back, that twig out of my way. Maxx Pain has been delt with, and now I have nothing more to prove. I beat him one two three, and there is nothing he can do about it because it is all said and done with, and it will only be known as history, and kept in the book of shortest feuds to ever grace GZW. Now I move on, going to better things. I go to fight in the tourney for the chance to fight T-rex for the #1 contendership of the IC title! My first opponent is Billy Bond. Damn, it has been a while since we stepped into the ring. I, a former World Champion, Billy a former IC Champion go one on one in the first round. I would have never thought of a greater opponent besides T-rex. I heard him say he will give me his best 100%, and my answer is, as will I. No way will it end up like our last encounter, and if it does, someone won't be too happy. But I trust that Billy will keep this match clean and fair, as will I. Tomorrow is the night the true #1 contender for the IC title is decided. Billy, I see you tomorrow, and like you said, let the best man win.
Magic throws the mic down on Albert and gets into his car. The two drive off. Albert struggles up to his feet, acting like he never saw Magic. He then struggles into the bar, but trips on the curb and gets knocked out again...
3. BANE
(Darkness is everywhere. Darkness is in our mind and it tortures us. Darkness is harmless, it cant hurt you. But since ancient time, darkness has been a sign. It has been a sign of true evil. We fear darkness. We fear pain. We fear death. We fear evil. All of these things can be connected to the newest member of the GZW......"Family".)
(The camera is focused on the huge figure of Cracker Jack. Darkness surrounds him but we can see his face as a bright light from somewhere behind the camera is focused on him. He is smiling. A sick twisted smile.)
CRACKER JACK-He is coming....
(From through the darkness comes a tall, freakish figure. There is no light focused on this mystery figure but he stands next to Cracker Jack, showing no signs of life. Not moving.)
CRACKER JACK-My Son, already one of the most feared souls of the World Wrestling Alliance is coming to dominate Ground Zero Wrestling. My Son will do anything to climb to the top of the mountain. He will not stop until he has destroyed his target. He will not stop and nobody will dare stop him. Anyone stupid enough to try and stop him will find out that they CANNOT stop him. He is a beast. Remember his name. A name that will forever be inscribed in the history of Ground Zero Wrestling. Remember this name now. Remember......Bane!
(Another light shines brightly from somewhere behind the camera and we see that the second figure on screen is the man known as Bane. Bane and Cracker Jack smile at each other and Bane then looks at the camera.)
BANE-Fans of the World Wrestling Alliance will already know me and know just how scared others are of me. I am a man who others cannot help but fear. I'm Bane. I'm the God of pain. I like to torture. I love to hear the screams of pain coming from my helpless victums. I feel pain constantly, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. I like to channel some of this pain on to others. If people feel pain, they want others to feel the same way as they do. True?
CRACKER JACK-True!
BANE-Well, I have the power to make others feel EXTREME pain. The same kind that I do. If I have the power then there is nothing wrong with abusing it. True?
CRACKER JACK-Do you have a heart?
BANE-I have a heart, yes, but it is black.
CRACKER JACK-Then there is nothing wrong with you abusing your powers for the good of evil. Do you have a conscience?
BANE-No!
CRACKER JACK-Even better. A black heart and a mind with no conscience. A body made of steel. You'll deliver the goods, Bane! I can feel it.
BANE-So can I. The time is coming. Wrestlers of Ground Zero Wrestling should all beware. I'm coming.
CRACKER JACK-Perhaps you want to tell the good fans of Ground Zero Wrestling about this pain that you constantly feel, describe it.
BANE-Very well.
(Bane takes a deep breath.)
BANE-I'm an orphan and before my parents died, it was so clear that they hated me. I was on the streets for three years and at the age of eighteen news reached me that both my parents had died. Murder. Nobody knew who murdered them, so you can understand my pain.....you can understand!
(Bane begins to cry. Softly. He walks out of the light and dissapears from sight. We can still hear his sobbing from somewhere within the room. Cracker Jack, with a face of stone continues...)
CRACKER JACK-When there was nobody else to care for Bane, I came along and picked him up when he was at his lowest. I'm the only friend Bane has. He can trust me and me only. I'm his parents now! Both his Mother and his Father. I will guide Bane to sucess. Believe it!
(The scene fades. Banes cries haunt us.)
4. LEON CORBIN
(ooc-Hmm... well i planned to do this for days and I looked for a little more heat as it was time sensetive so maybe this might get it eh lol 
, all for Vernon and anyone else who cares lol)
A camera on a tripod and a black leather recliner chair in what appears to be an empty room… White walls and nothing more allows the main focus to fall upon him as he sits there in purple velvet trousers and a tight black mesh vest. With his hair over half his face as leans his head to the side, he crosses his legs with an arrogant beam on his immaculately made up face as he looks up and ahead…
Leon: You know I’ve been watching long enough now and… Well I’m impressed… It only took almost a month since defeat before you could break your own vow of silence and insecurity, Vernon but it’s all in vain, my dear… You would be wrong to calm down now, and I especially enjoyed hearing the excuses given to you by the man who stands by your side, Clancy… Heh nice job and I can’t believe you fell for it. Does he still elude you, Vern? Clancy, how did you do it, old boy? Public appearances and press releases are your reasoning behind your betrayal? Does that include the whereabouts you leaked to me when Vernon and yourself simply went for quiet lunches and such? How many times do I have to tell you, Clancy? Don’t worry about losing the income that is Vernon Vanderbilt’s dirty cash and chequebook when I have been transferring funds into your account since you agreed to assist me for a higher price and please... Don’t badmouth your fellow co-workers, Lorna and Devon, when you are as much of a whore as they were. I mean, you did offer yourself to me for the exchange of financial gain after all and that to me, sweetie makes you MY whore, does it not?
He leans forward with an obnoxious expression as he begins to snicker… Slowly the laughter fades when he leans back again with his head up as his eyes widen with the grin that follows as he runs his fingers through his long blonde locks…
Leon: Ha! Go on, Clancy. Look right at Vernon next to you and swear to him that it’s not true after you wipe your little brow. Tell him that you didn’t sympathise with me when I told you what really happened between Vernon and myself those three years ago! DO IT! Look at him and tell him! Oh yeah, I bet you both feel pretty awkward about now and I’ll tell you, Vernon that I didn’t mind handing over the money for the exchange of material on you knowing that Clancy there wants to save up for something to retire with… Maybe you should look at more than just the emails and check the records of his bank account’s incoming payments and the name next to it! Look familiar? It should do being the same name announced the winner of our match, you little bitch!
With the emphasis he grits his teeth when he stands and walks over to the camera allowing his face to be seen close up as he leans over holding the tripod…
Leon: Heh, you know, Vern darling. I’ve been keeping a very close on you… along with Clancy there, heh heh, and I’ve noticed just how many people have picked up on the concept of me replacing you for some obscure and absurd reason and why would that be? I do hope it’s not for being a dirty fag like you, Vernon. We are nothing alike really, apart from liking a little meat and two veg that is, ha ha!! And just look at how the mighty have fallen, normally so exuberant but what about now? You realise this little detail about yourself is why you have always gotten the hot reception from every single member of the roster that has accepted it before you? Well, all I can say is welcome to the dark side and you better make sure you toughen up and get used to it unlike three years ago! Makes sense why you left so suddenly! Did I challenge a side to you that would be easier to keep locked away? You think running away solves problems? No, they multiply and come back to bite you in the arse, ha ha! Because here I am now a bigger success than you’ll ever be after leaving for what? Just what have you really accomplished here? You ran off to prance around in bright clothing and participate in C class theatrics you call promos and in ring performances, but it’s over… I made a crack appear in your life through a lens along with your rosy arse glasses the moment the bell rung and MY arm raised up high! And what happened when the rose tint frames fell off after returning from the tournament in defeat?
He smiles raising an eyebrow in question before he continues.
Leon: I’ll tell you what happened, you were left with a feeling of nostalgia from all that time ago. That bitter taste in your mouth wasn’t just blood from the beating but the taste of me surpassing you, reminding you of just how weak you have become by getting caught up in all the superficial materialism you welcome so easily. And so tell me now why you fought for a business that hates you? Was your goal worth the sacrifice of your career? Look at what you set out for, sure it was for the business, but it’s the people in it that makes it what it is. Shall I laugh now or later? How many people you set out to represent have dragged your name through the dirt here? A worthwhile gesture but a foolish one, Vernon… Is that a tear in your eye? I wonder how lonely you’re feeling right about now… heh, it didn’t have to be that way. We could have met success together hand in hand and most importantly, I would have been the one person who would have understood you and that is a priceless quality to find these days. Only now you stand alone before ignorance and the constant jibes, whether for your profanity or your unattainable goal to the top. Well, I’ve been through all that already, the mockery of androgyny, the openly vulgar references to my personal life, having people back off for no apparent reason where it doesn’t even occur to them that I have taste and may not find them in the least bit attractive. Oh, the list can go on…
He rolls his eyes as if he cannot be bothered to even continue when he looks straight back into the lens with a facial expression so serious.
Leon: Believe me I’ve had to take it like a man, but you? No, you’ll be the weak one so if I were you, I’d continue to hide behind your smoke screen of bisexuality and super stardom. You’ll be safe there where as I keep my grip on reality and continue to progress, which is why it amuses me that I have been compared to you. More ignorance, I'm not this flamboyant freak like Vernon and the further people delve into the comparisons, the more I can sit back and mock them at their expense. He is left open to attack where as I have become callous to any verbal attacks a long time ago, I use what people think is my weakness and make it their own and I’ve already heard my name by a few here. Heh, it’s not good to say the Lord’s name in vain… Uh, different Taylor, ha ha!!
A quick flick of the wrist with a snigger and he lets go of his grip on the tripod making his way back to his seat when he leans his hand against the top looking up at the ceiling almost agitated as he puts his hand on his hip.
Leon: And who was it that called my name anyway? *Looks at the camera* You want to mock me before you even get to know me? My lifestyle is a gimmick to you… Amun, habibi? Do you know what would happen if I displayed the same ignorance toward you? Pray to Allah you’ll never find out, I am not what you think I am. And I have heard the rumour of me as an Indy wrestler?! That was a long time ago now, these days I fill up Madison Square fucking garden as a future hall of famer walking away as the technical number one contender to a World title whenever I choose. You’re lucky and most privileged I give you people the time of day so don’t disrespect me the same way as you do my poorly doppelganger there, I am a real super star, businessman, a solid fighter and a hybrid wrestler with a bigger set of bollocks than most men. But I’ll settle one rumour to a degree… A contract signing here in GZW? Well, who knows, I am currently under contract elsewhere as we speak but it’s an open contract… I have no interest in “replacing” Vernon… Even if he is as bent as I am. I’d rather see him stick around where I can lap up the consequences heading in his direction now.
He seats himself and with his arms on the rests, clasps his hands together as a look of satisfaction overwhelms his sneer.
Leon: So Vernon, from one tournament to another? You lost one… think you’re feeling lucky this time? Will you feed this roster the empty promises like you did me with all the arse whooping that comes off to nothing? You’re not in the frame of mind to compete at the level you foolishly set yourself so give up already, these people, even the worst have you beaten! And I too have you beaten along with my own opponent who you should know well enough… fighting for a second shot at my trophy now and of course Lorna… Ah Lorna… sweet little fuck, wasn’t she, Vern? And she’s here with me too, just a sec…
Rising from his seat, he walks out of view when the sound of two metals clashing and jingling continuously can be heard. Moments later he returns in front of the camera with a very resistant Lorna, struggling as Leon pulls her over into view by a choke chain connected to a dog lead. He sits back down and pulls her down hard as she hits the floor on her knees trying to get her fingers between the chain and her neck. He watches her with a grin on his face and then looks back at the camera.
Leon: Lorna here has against my will been telling me many other things about you, Vernon. I'm not too surprised you’d rather “take it” these days, ha haa!! She’s told me about the “surgery”, about how you dwindle your money on one-night wonders of the red light district whether it is male or female. You really are just filth, how dare you even want to call yourself a homosexual, you give us all a bad name and no wonder no one will shake my hand either if they fucking associate me with the likes of you!
Lorna: You bastard, I never said any such thing!
Quick as flash, she lashes out in his direction with a humdinger of a bitch slap across his face!! She cowers down quickly as he turns and looks at her slowly with a breathing pattern so irregular, standing up before her while she shuffles backward.
Lorna: Oh! Shit, I'm so sorry… I didn’t mean to…
One fleeting smile before he lifts her by the chain high enough to the point of asphyxiation as she desperately tries to get a foot on the ground to take a little pressure off. But not to much success as she clings onto the chain coughing and spluttering, spinning on tiptoes to his amusement. He tugs upward and listens…
Lorna: Eeuurrggghhh! *Cough* please! *Splutter* arrgghh!
He smiles until the sound of her gurgling and hyperventilating has him looking right at her lips that have turned purple when he decides to stop and releases the lead watching her slump to the floor coughing. He kneels down and very sarcastically lowers his tone…
Leon: I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to… heh, hope you like the feeling, you can… get quite used to that after a while, trust me, I know.
Her reddened face wells up with tears in her eyes as he laughs and sits back down again bringing her over by her hair as she shuffles over and is made to look into the camera.
Lorna: Vernon!! Why are you letting this happen to me?!
Leon: Vernon… Why are you? Ha haa! Is it because you’re a *stupid voice* Yella belly? Hmm? Are you scared of me now? Or is it that you feel betrayed by this woman like I do? Does she perhaps repulse you in some way that you could care less now? Can’t you see she is the work of the divine artist? Soft and subtle… ha ha!! Or perhaps you would prefer to squint and picture me in the same light only I'm not soft and subtle at all… but squint a little harder and maybe I look enough like a woman for you, hmm? There, that’s better isn’t it? … Too late! And maybe too late for Lorna here as well? Sunday she goes to the best man in my match and what fate befalls her is ALL your fault…
Lorna: Vernon… *sob*
Leon: You’re a coward Vernon, and all these people in this federation know it! Well, no rest for the wicked as it’s time to take the “dog” for a walk while I leave you as the bitch you are with no balls, heh heh!! Bye now!
As he walks off screen with Lorna being strung along and takes the film out the camera leaving the room, his phone rings when you hear him respond with his voice becoming more silent as he distances…
Leon: Ooh Clancy, so nice to hear from you, hun…
5. SEAN LOCKE
(The screen of your TV is black and then you see the words "Coming Soon to an Arena near you" comes up on the screen. You then hear the voice of a man and the instrumentals from Cam'ron's "Get'em Daddy" begin to play.)
Man: I grew up on the streets of New York. Those streets were cold and ruthless, and you had no choice, but to learn how to defend yourself.
(We see clips of New York street's and people figting on the street, then the screen goes back to black but it starts getting lighter to where you can see the image of a man.)
Man: I had no choice, but to rise from those streets and put my fighting talents to better use. I took my talents to the ring.
(You see clips of wrestling matches.Then the scene goes back to the man who you can now see.)
Man: I entered this wrestling world and I began my reign, I jumped to the top just on skill alone and I took gold, going from fed to fed.
( You then see clips of the man in wrestling matches and holding up titles. We go back to the man, he's now standing up looking directly in the camera.)
Man: Now i'm here.
(We then see the GZW logo come up and we see various big matches from the GZW. We go back to the man.)
Man: I'm Sean Locke and i'm here to show that i'm the best, so I hope you people don't think i'm gonna be a push over. Stay on my good side and we can probably take over together, but get on my bad side.
(Sean starts smiling and the screen goes dark, but you still can hear Sean's voice.)
Sean: you'll be shown No Mercy.
(The words "No Mercy" come up on the screen in red. You then see the GZW logo come up and the logo fades out.)
6. MUNIN
The scene opens with the camera moving up a walk way lined with…obscene garden gnomes? Yes even the camera men had to have a second shocked look at these figurines, some men shaking their head stuck somewhere between laughter and bafflement. The camera then zooms in on a heavy oak door with intricate carving laid into the wood. After one of the men knocks on the door, it soon opens to reveal a tall dark young man, whose features are both exotic and elegant. An odd mixture of understanding and pity appears on his otherwise composed face as he recognizes the men as the camera crew from GZW.
Hugin: Ah gentlemen you must be here to see Munin…please come in
Behind the camera both men look at each other in puzzlement and shrug, before entering into the unique house. They wait just inside the door way as he closes the heavy oak door.
Hugin: Right this way gentlemen, Munin is in the library.
Camera man: Uh Sir may I ask…what’s with the garden gnomes lining the walk way?
Hugin: Today is Sunday.
Camera man: Ah…of course…thank you for answering. May I ask who you are?
Hugin: My name is Hugin.
The camera men exchange a look before their eyes return to wondering around what must be one of the most odd…or unique house they have ever come across…as if the walk way to the front door wasn’t enough.
Camera man: What exactly is it that you do Mr. Hugin?
Hugin suddenly comes to an abrupt stop and turns to face them.
Hugin: I am Munin’s loyal companion her guardian of sorts, I look after her best interest whenever possible. Now gentle men I suggest you save your energy and questions for when you meet Munin…
Hugin turns around and starts walking once more, but mumbles under his breath just loud enough that the camera crew and the mic to hear.
Hugin: You may need all the energy you can muster.
Just as he says this they reach another wooden door with intricate carvings covering it. As Hugin opens the door they are presented with a medium size room that some how manages to be spacious yet cozy. Maybe it was made possible by the shelves of books that covered most wall space except for a space for a painting, a fire place, and windows with stained glass branches reaching across their clear planes, and a wall made of clock works. The clock wall truly was like a work of art holding quite a few clocks representing different places around the world as well as the their time. While showing all the brass, gold, and silver cogs that make them run smoothly as well. Next to the fire place is a small sitting area made up of very cushy chairs, and nestled into one such chair sits a small child like female dressed in a light grey Victorian outfit, with an odd cat plushy sitting next to her. As the men walk in she does not look up from the book she is engrossed in. A set of tea is laid out on the table. Hugin stands aside allowing the camera man to move in for a better shot, and as he does he clears his throat.
Munin looks up in surprise as the camera man moves in for a closer look at her face, but then the surprised look is replaced with a smile.
Munin: Hugin this is the camera crew from GZW?
Hugin nods and gives a slight smile as Munin’s smile turns delighted. The next second the camera's focus goes crazy as the camera is twisting and turning one way then the other. Next thing anyone knows Munin has the camera pointed at the camera crews shocked faces.
Munin: Oh wow this is just a bit heavier than I thought it would be isn’t it? So what is your name Mister Camera man?
Camera man: …Mark…my names mark…Um mam I’m supposed to be asking you questions or you are supposed to be talking to the camera.
Munin: …Oh really?
The camera goes out of focus once more as Munin turns it to face her for a very close close up.
Munin: Hello out there in T.V Land! This is Munin coming to you live froooooooom the library.
The camera man finally snaps out of his shock and becomes very flustered.
Mark: No! No! I’m supposed to hold the camera while you speak…This…this is highly irregular.
Munin’s countenance suddenly changes…She still looks innocent and child like, but the air around her seems to freeze despite her innocent smile a very non child like calculating look enters her eyes for a brief moment, as she turns the camera to face the camera men again.
Munin: I really…don’t like the word no gentlemen.
At this point Hugin clears his throat once more.
Hugin: Munin I think you have played with them enough. These nice gentlemen have come to do their job by interviewing you, and I think you have quite surprised them. Why don’t you give the camera back?
Munin: But Hugin they haven’t had anything to drink yet.
Munin gets a very stubborn I’m right and your wrong look in her eyes.
Hugin: Your right, don’t you think you should have asked them if they wanted something to drink before you had your fun?
Munin’s face takes on a resigned and thoughtful look in replace of the stubborn one that was there a moment before.
Munin: I just wanted to see the camera and have some fun…but I guess your right.
Munin carefully hands back the camera.
Munin: I am sorry sirs for not offering you anything to drink it was very rude of me. Please sit and have some tea. Feel free to make it as you please.
As the men sit down Munin pours them each a cup of tea, and waits while they fix it.
However just as the first man done is about to take a drink Hugin stops him while looking at Munin intently.
Hugin: Nin, no more tricks right? These are not the people you need to play with.
All the men stop to look at Munin.
Munin: Hugin don’t be insulting I promise no tricks… their tea is fine. I have no reason to do anything to them right?
Munin faces the camera and has the slightest smirk.
Munin: You want me to talk into your camera like this Mr. Mark while you hold it… is that correct? This way makes you feel more at ease?
As mark nods from behind the camera Munin continues.
Munin: Fine then, my name is Munin no other name but that. Munin is Munin and this…
Munin holds up the sinister looking stuffed animal sitting next to her. It appears to be a cat stuffed animal but with its skeleton and heart showing.
Munin: This is Mr. Bones…Mr. Bloody Bones to precise and he is full of surprises. And you have already met Hugin. Would you like to know why I’m not going to as Hugin puts is “Play with you”. Im not going to play with you gentle men because not only do you not deserve it you don’t meet the criteria. Besides why should I play with you now that I’m part of GZW I will have a wide variety of people to play with. I have already noticed a few very interesting people... I just can’t wait to see what happens next. I’m sure whatever happens is bound to be interesting. Now I think you gentlemen have had enough excitement for one day. Thank you very much for your patience and please be safe. Hugin will show you to the door.
Munin gives a child like innocent smile and waves to the camera before it is turned off.
This is just a fun look back at some of the first roleplays ever posted by certain characters/handlers. Wince and cringe at how awful you used to be!
This is a little series I'll be doing. I'll do six Globalstars every so often (every few hours, every day, every week... whatever).
Tate, I was looking back at the first few RPs ever published for GZW2K1 here on ProBoards and they seemed like a continuation of something from somewhere else (EWO, I guess). Is that right? The Monarch and Sean Fiery RPs below don't really read as 'debut' roleplays, but they are the earliest we have here on ProBoards.
Also worth noting that I tried to get Charlie's first ever John Taylor RP for this, but he posted it to Geocities, so it's forever lost...
Anyway...
1. JAMES CORBIN
Monarch,dressed in faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt,picks up the bloodied man by the hair.He flicks the cigarette hanging from his mouth to the ground as he looks around,seemingly searching for something.
The HKWF World Heavyweight seems to spot something not so far away.He drags the man by his hair until they reach a sports car parked along the curb.Monarch slams him onto the hood of the car.Monarch turns to the crowd and swipes an older man's walking cane.Jumping up on the hood of the car,Monarch stands above the man and commences to beat away at him.
"C'mon,Mick McNasty!!You want to talk all the shit about how great Magic is.Well let's hear it now,you fucking bitch!!!I AM REAL FUCKING WRESTLING!!!Remember that wasteless jobber!!!"
Monarch jumps down off the hood,leaving an unconscious and bloodied McNasty.He throws the equally blood cane to the ground as he walks back into the bar.
2. SEAN FIERY
Albert: *Drunk Chinese accent*Was up my homie! I bet you happy to see your hometown team go to World Series and win N.L. Championship! I know I am, but then again, I am drunk! Hey, how about we get interview at this time, it will air out my breath.
Magic: Steph, I'll be with you in a minute. I need to try to get this man out of here before he touches or even throws up on the car.
Steph: Ok babe. Make sure you hurry it up though. I have to take my pills in a while, and I left them at home.
Albert: *Hickup!* Does Steph have a twin? (he is seeing double) I think you are getting kinda lucky. Wait, you have twin too?!
Magic: Right. Well Albert, lets get down to business. What is it that you want? I have a match to get prepared for tomorrow, and maybe even a few after that if I move to the next round(s).
Albert: Bro, you not get picky with me, I have feeling too! Ok, I get on with it. Uh, uh, I think I no...
Albert Wuchie collapses on the ground. Magic kneels down nect to the smaller man and takes his mic out of his hand, wich seemed to be stuck. He still pulls it out of his hand, then stands up to look into the camera.
Magic: Ok, lets get everything straight now. I have finally got that little monkey off my back, that twig out of my way. Maxx Pain has been delt with, and now I have nothing more to prove. I beat him one two three, and there is nothing he can do about it because it is all said and done with, and it will only be known as history, and kept in the book of shortest feuds to ever grace GZW. Now I move on, going to better things. I go to fight in the tourney for the chance to fight T-rex for the #1 contendership of the IC title! My first opponent is Billy Bond. Damn, it has been a while since we stepped into the ring. I, a former World Champion, Billy a former IC Champion go one on one in the first round. I would have never thought of a greater opponent besides T-rex. I heard him say he will give me his best 100%, and my answer is, as will I. No way will it end up like our last encounter, and if it does, someone won't be too happy. But I trust that Billy will keep this match clean and fair, as will I. Tomorrow is the night the true #1 contender for the IC title is decided. Billy, I see you tomorrow, and like you said, let the best man win.
Magic throws the mic down on Albert and gets into his car. The two drive off. Albert struggles up to his feet, acting like he never saw Magic. He then struggles into the bar, but trips on the curb and gets knocked out again...
3. BANE
(The camera is focused on the huge figure of Cracker Jack. Darkness surrounds him but we can see his face as a bright light from somewhere behind the camera is focused on him. He is smiling. A sick twisted smile.)
CRACKER JACK-He is coming....
(From through the darkness comes a tall, freakish figure. There is no light focused on this mystery figure but he stands next to Cracker Jack, showing no signs of life. Not moving.)
CRACKER JACK-My Son, already one of the most feared souls of the World Wrestling Alliance is coming to dominate Ground Zero Wrestling. My Son will do anything to climb to the top of the mountain. He will not stop until he has destroyed his target. He will not stop and nobody will dare stop him. Anyone stupid enough to try and stop him will find out that they CANNOT stop him. He is a beast. Remember his name. A name that will forever be inscribed in the history of Ground Zero Wrestling. Remember this name now. Remember......Bane!
(Another light shines brightly from somewhere behind the camera and we see that the second figure on screen is the man known as Bane. Bane and Cracker Jack smile at each other and Bane then looks at the camera.)
BANE-Fans of the World Wrestling Alliance will already know me and know just how scared others are of me. I am a man who others cannot help but fear. I'm Bane. I'm the God of pain. I like to torture. I love to hear the screams of pain coming from my helpless victums. I feel pain constantly, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. I like to channel some of this pain on to others. If people feel pain, they want others to feel the same way as they do. True?
CRACKER JACK-True!
BANE-Well, I have the power to make others feel EXTREME pain. The same kind that I do. If I have the power then there is nothing wrong with abusing it. True?
CRACKER JACK-Do you have a heart?
BANE-I have a heart, yes, but it is black.
CRACKER JACK-Then there is nothing wrong with you abusing your powers for the good of evil. Do you have a conscience?
BANE-No!
CRACKER JACK-Even better. A black heart and a mind with no conscience. A body made of steel. You'll deliver the goods, Bane! I can feel it.
BANE-So can I. The time is coming. Wrestlers of Ground Zero Wrestling should all beware. I'm coming.
CRACKER JACK-Perhaps you want to tell the good fans of Ground Zero Wrestling about this pain that you constantly feel, describe it.
BANE-Very well.
(Bane takes a deep breath.)
BANE-I'm an orphan and before my parents died, it was so clear that they hated me. I was on the streets for three years and at the age of eighteen news reached me that both my parents had died. Murder. Nobody knew who murdered them, so you can understand my pain.....you can understand!
(Bane begins to cry. Softly. He walks out of the light and dissapears from sight. We can still hear his sobbing from somewhere within the room. Cracker Jack, with a face of stone continues...)
CRACKER JACK-When there was nobody else to care for Bane, I came along and picked him up when he was at his lowest. I'm the only friend Bane has. He can trust me and me only. I'm his parents now! Both his Mother and his Father. I will guide Bane to sucess. Believe it!
(The scene fades. Banes cries haunt us.)
4. LEON CORBIN
, all for Vernon and anyone else who cares lol)A camera on a tripod and a black leather recliner chair in what appears to be an empty room… White walls and nothing more allows the main focus to fall upon him as he sits there in purple velvet trousers and a tight black mesh vest. With his hair over half his face as leans his head to the side, he crosses his legs with an arrogant beam on his immaculately made up face as he looks up and ahead…
Leon: You know I’ve been watching long enough now and… Well I’m impressed… It only took almost a month since defeat before you could break your own vow of silence and insecurity, Vernon but it’s all in vain, my dear… You would be wrong to calm down now, and I especially enjoyed hearing the excuses given to you by the man who stands by your side, Clancy… Heh nice job and I can’t believe you fell for it. Does he still elude you, Vern? Clancy, how did you do it, old boy? Public appearances and press releases are your reasoning behind your betrayal? Does that include the whereabouts you leaked to me when Vernon and yourself simply went for quiet lunches and such? How many times do I have to tell you, Clancy? Don’t worry about losing the income that is Vernon Vanderbilt’s dirty cash and chequebook when I have been transferring funds into your account since you agreed to assist me for a higher price and please... Don’t badmouth your fellow co-workers, Lorna and Devon, when you are as much of a whore as they were. I mean, you did offer yourself to me for the exchange of financial gain after all and that to me, sweetie makes you MY whore, does it not?
He leans forward with an obnoxious expression as he begins to snicker… Slowly the laughter fades when he leans back again with his head up as his eyes widen with the grin that follows as he runs his fingers through his long blonde locks…
Leon: Ha! Go on, Clancy. Look right at Vernon next to you and swear to him that it’s not true after you wipe your little brow. Tell him that you didn’t sympathise with me when I told you what really happened between Vernon and myself those three years ago! DO IT! Look at him and tell him! Oh yeah, I bet you both feel pretty awkward about now and I’ll tell you, Vernon that I didn’t mind handing over the money for the exchange of material on you knowing that Clancy there wants to save up for something to retire with… Maybe you should look at more than just the emails and check the records of his bank account’s incoming payments and the name next to it! Look familiar? It should do being the same name announced the winner of our match, you little bitch!
With the emphasis he grits his teeth when he stands and walks over to the camera allowing his face to be seen close up as he leans over holding the tripod…
Leon: Heh, you know, Vern darling. I’ve been keeping a very close on you… along with Clancy there, heh heh, and I’ve noticed just how many people have picked up on the concept of me replacing you for some obscure and absurd reason and why would that be? I do hope it’s not for being a dirty fag like you, Vernon. We are nothing alike really, apart from liking a little meat and two veg that is, ha ha!! And just look at how the mighty have fallen, normally so exuberant but what about now? You realise this little detail about yourself is why you have always gotten the hot reception from every single member of the roster that has accepted it before you? Well, all I can say is welcome to the dark side and you better make sure you toughen up and get used to it unlike three years ago! Makes sense why you left so suddenly! Did I challenge a side to you that would be easier to keep locked away? You think running away solves problems? No, they multiply and come back to bite you in the arse, ha ha! Because here I am now a bigger success than you’ll ever be after leaving for what? Just what have you really accomplished here? You ran off to prance around in bright clothing and participate in C class theatrics you call promos and in ring performances, but it’s over… I made a crack appear in your life through a lens along with your rosy arse glasses the moment the bell rung and MY arm raised up high! And what happened when the rose tint frames fell off after returning from the tournament in defeat?
He smiles raising an eyebrow in question before he continues.
Leon: I’ll tell you what happened, you were left with a feeling of nostalgia from all that time ago. That bitter taste in your mouth wasn’t just blood from the beating but the taste of me surpassing you, reminding you of just how weak you have become by getting caught up in all the superficial materialism you welcome so easily. And so tell me now why you fought for a business that hates you? Was your goal worth the sacrifice of your career? Look at what you set out for, sure it was for the business, but it’s the people in it that makes it what it is. Shall I laugh now or later? How many people you set out to represent have dragged your name through the dirt here? A worthwhile gesture but a foolish one, Vernon… Is that a tear in your eye? I wonder how lonely you’re feeling right about now… heh, it didn’t have to be that way. We could have met success together hand in hand and most importantly, I would have been the one person who would have understood you and that is a priceless quality to find these days. Only now you stand alone before ignorance and the constant jibes, whether for your profanity or your unattainable goal to the top. Well, I’ve been through all that already, the mockery of androgyny, the openly vulgar references to my personal life, having people back off for no apparent reason where it doesn’t even occur to them that I have taste and may not find them in the least bit attractive. Oh, the list can go on…
He rolls his eyes as if he cannot be bothered to even continue when he looks straight back into the lens with a facial expression so serious.
Leon: Believe me I’ve had to take it like a man, but you? No, you’ll be the weak one so if I were you, I’d continue to hide behind your smoke screen of bisexuality and super stardom. You’ll be safe there where as I keep my grip on reality and continue to progress, which is why it amuses me that I have been compared to you. More ignorance, I'm not this flamboyant freak like Vernon and the further people delve into the comparisons, the more I can sit back and mock them at their expense. He is left open to attack where as I have become callous to any verbal attacks a long time ago, I use what people think is my weakness and make it their own and I’ve already heard my name by a few here. Heh, it’s not good to say the Lord’s name in vain… Uh, different Taylor, ha ha!!
A quick flick of the wrist with a snigger and he lets go of his grip on the tripod making his way back to his seat when he leans his hand against the top looking up at the ceiling almost agitated as he puts his hand on his hip.
Leon: And who was it that called my name anyway? *Looks at the camera* You want to mock me before you even get to know me? My lifestyle is a gimmick to you… Amun, habibi? Do you know what would happen if I displayed the same ignorance toward you? Pray to Allah you’ll never find out, I am not what you think I am. And I have heard the rumour of me as an Indy wrestler?! That was a long time ago now, these days I fill up Madison Square fucking garden as a future hall of famer walking away as the technical number one contender to a World title whenever I choose. You’re lucky and most privileged I give you people the time of day so don’t disrespect me the same way as you do my poorly doppelganger there, I am a real super star, businessman, a solid fighter and a hybrid wrestler with a bigger set of bollocks than most men. But I’ll settle one rumour to a degree… A contract signing here in GZW? Well, who knows, I am currently under contract elsewhere as we speak but it’s an open contract… I have no interest in “replacing” Vernon… Even if he is as bent as I am. I’d rather see him stick around where I can lap up the consequences heading in his direction now.
He seats himself and with his arms on the rests, clasps his hands together as a look of satisfaction overwhelms his sneer.
Leon: So Vernon, from one tournament to another? You lost one… think you’re feeling lucky this time? Will you feed this roster the empty promises like you did me with all the arse whooping that comes off to nothing? You’re not in the frame of mind to compete at the level you foolishly set yourself so give up already, these people, even the worst have you beaten! And I too have you beaten along with my own opponent who you should know well enough… fighting for a second shot at my trophy now and of course Lorna… Ah Lorna… sweet little fuck, wasn’t she, Vern? And she’s here with me too, just a sec…
Rising from his seat, he walks out of view when the sound of two metals clashing and jingling continuously can be heard. Moments later he returns in front of the camera with a very resistant Lorna, struggling as Leon pulls her over into view by a choke chain connected to a dog lead. He sits back down and pulls her down hard as she hits the floor on her knees trying to get her fingers between the chain and her neck. He watches her with a grin on his face and then looks back at the camera.
Leon: Lorna here has against my will been telling me many other things about you, Vernon. I'm not too surprised you’d rather “take it” these days, ha haa!! She’s told me about the “surgery”, about how you dwindle your money on one-night wonders of the red light district whether it is male or female. You really are just filth, how dare you even want to call yourself a homosexual, you give us all a bad name and no wonder no one will shake my hand either if they fucking associate me with the likes of you!
Lorna: You bastard, I never said any such thing!
Quick as flash, she lashes out in his direction with a humdinger of a bitch slap across his face!! She cowers down quickly as he turns and looks at her slowly with a breathing pattern so irregular, standing up before her while she shuffles backward.
Lorna: Oh! Shit, I'm so sorry… I didn’t mean to…
One fleeting smile before he lifts her by the chain high enough to the point of asphyxiation as she desperately tries to get a foot on the ground to take a little pressure off. But not to much success as she clings onto the chain coughing and spluttering, spinning on tiptoes to his amusement. He tugs upward and listens…
Lorna: Eeuurrggghhh! *Cough* please! *Splutter* arrgghh!
He smiles until the sound of her gurgling and hyperventilating has him looking right at her lips that have turned purple when he decides to stop and releases the lead watching her slump to the floor coughing. He kneels down and very sarcastically lowers his tone…
Leon: I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to… heh, hope you like the feeling, you can… get quite used to that after a while, trust me, I know.
Her reddened face wells up with tears in her eyes as he laughs and sits back down again bringing her over by her hair as she shuffles over and is made to look into the camera.
Lorna: Vernon!! Why are you letting this happen to me?!
Leon: Vernon… Why are you? Ha haa! Is it because you’re a *stupid voice* Yella belly? Hmm? Are you scared of me now? Or is it that you feel betrayed by this woman like I do? Does she perhaps repulse you in some way that you could care less now? Can’t you see she is the work of the divine artist? Soft and subtle… ha ha!! Or perhaps you would prefer to squint and picture me in the same light only I'm not soft and subtle at all… but squint a little harder and maybe I look enough like a woman for you, hmm? There, that’s better isn’t it? … Too late! And maybe too late for Lorna here as well? Sunday she goes to the best man in my match and what fate befalls her is ALL your fault…
Lorna: Vernon… *sob*
Leon: You’re a coward Vernon, and all these people in this federation know it! Well, no rest for the wicked as it’s time to take the “dog” for a walk while I leave you as the bitch you are with no balls, heh heh!! Bye now!
As he walks off screen with Lorna being strung along and takes the film out the camera leaving the room, his phone rings when you hear him respond with his voice becoming more silent as he distances…
Leon: Ooh Clancy, so nice to hear from you, hun…
5. SEAN LOCKE
Man: I grew up on the streets of New York. Those streets were cold and ruthless, and you had no choice, but to learn how to defend yourself.
(We see clips of New York street's and people figting on the street, then the screen goes back to black but it starts getting lighter to where you can see the image of a man.)
Man: I had no choice, but to rise from those streets and put my fighting talents to better use. I took my talents to the ring.
(You see clips of wrestling matches.Then the scene goes back to the man who you can now see.)
Man: I entered this wrestling world and I began my reign, I jumped to the top just on skill alone and I took gold, going from fed to fed.
( You then see clips of the man in wrestling matches and holding up titles. We go back to the man, he's now standing up looking directly in the camera.)
Man: Now i'm here.
(We then see the GZW logo come up and we see various big matches from the GZW. We go back to the man.)
Man: I'm Sean Locke and i'm here to show that i'm the best, so I hope you people don't think i'm gonna be a push over. Stay on my good side and we can probably take over together, but get on my bad side.
(Sean starts smiling and the screen goes dark, but you still can hear Sean's voice.)
Sean: you'll be shown No Mercy.
(The words "No Mercy" come up on the screen in red. You then see the GZW logo come up and the logo fades out.)
6. MUNIN
Hugin: Ah gentlemen you must be here to see Munin…please come in
Behind the camera both men look at each other in puzzlement and shrug, before entering into the unique house. They wait just inside the door way as he closes the heavy oak door.
Hugin: Right this way gentlemen, Munin is in the library.
Camera man: Uh Sir may I ask…what’s with the garden gnomes lining the walk way?
Hugin: Today is Sunday.
Camera man: Ah…of course…thank you for answering. May I ask who you are?
Hugin: My name is Hugin.
The camera men exchange a look before their eyes return to wondering around what must be one of the most odd…or unique house they have ever come across…as if the walk way to the front door wasn’t enough.
Camera man: What exactly is it that you do Mr. Hugin?
Hugin suddenly comes to an abrupt stop and turns to face them.
Hugin: I am Munin’s loyal companion her guardian of sorts, I look after her best interest whenever possible. Now gentle men I suggest you save your energy and questions for when you meet Munin…
Hugin turns around and starts walking once more, but mumbles under his breath just loud enough that the camera crew and the mic to hear.
Hugin: You may need all the energy you can muster.
Just as he says this they reach another wooden door with intricate carvings covering it. As Hugin opens the door they are presented with a medium size room that some how manages to be spacious yet cozy. Maybe it was made possible by the shelves of books that covered most wall space except for a space for a painting, a fire place, and windows with stained glass branches reaching across their clear planes, and a wall made of clock works. The clock wall truly was like a work of art holding quite a few clocks representing different places around the world as well as the their time. While showing all the brass, gold, and silver cogs that make them run smoothly as well. Next to the fire place is a small sitting area made up of very cushy chairs, and nestled into one such chair sits a small child like female dressed in a light grey Victorian outfit, with an odd cat plushy sitting next to her. As the men walk in she does not look up from the book she is engrossed in. A set of tea is laid out on the table. Hugin stands aside allowing the camera man to move in for a better shot, and as he does he clears his throat.
Munin looks up in surprise as the camera man moves in for a closer look at her face, but then the surprised look is replaced with a smile.
Munin: Hugin this is the camera crew from GZW?
Hugin nods and gives a slight smile as Munin’s smile turns delighted. The next second the camera's focus goes crazy as the camera is twisting and turning one way then the other. Next thing anyone knows Munin has the camera pointed at the camera crews shocked faces.
Munin: Oh wow this is just a bit heavier than I thought it would be isn’t it? So what is your name Mister Camera man?
Camera man: …Mark…my names mark…Um mam I’m supposed to be asking you questions or you are supposed to be talking to the camera.
Munin: …Oh really?
The camera goes out of focus once more as Munin turns it to face her for a very close close up.
Munin: Hello out there in T.V Land! This is Munin coming to you live froooooooom the library.
The camera man finally snaps out of his shock and becomes very flustered.
Mark: No! No! I’m supposed to hold the camera while you speak…This…this is highly irregular.
Munin’s countenance suddenly changes…She still looks innocent and child like, but the air around her seems to freeze despite her innocent smile a very non child like calculating look enters her eyes for a brief moment, as she turns the camera to face the camera men again.
Munin: I really…don’t like the word no gentlemen.
At this point Hugin clears his throat once more.
Hugin: Munin I think you have played with them enough. These nice gentlemen have come to do their job by interviewing you, and I think you have quite surprised them. Why don’t you give the camera back?
Munin: But Hugin they haven’t had anything to drink yet.
Munin gets a very stubborn I’m right and your wrong look in her eyes.
Hugin: Your right, don’t you think you should have asked them if they wanted something to drink before you had your fun?
Munin’s face takes on a resigned and thoughtful look in replace of the stubborn one that was there a moment before.
Munin: I just wanted to see the camera and have some fun…but I guess your right.
Munin carefully hands back the camera.
Munin: I am sorry sirs for not offering you anything to drink it was very rude of me. Please sit and have some tea. Feel free to make it as you please.
As the men sit down Munin pours them each a cup of tea, and waits while they fix it.
However just as the first man done is about to take a drink Hugin stops him while looking at Munin intently.
Hugin: Nin, no more tricks right? These are not the people you need to play with.
All the men stop to look at Munin.
Munin: Hugin don’t be insulting I promise no tricks… their tea is fine. I have no reason to do anything to them right?
Munin faces the camera and has the slightest smirk.
Munin: You want me to talk into your camera like this Mr. Mark while you hold it… is that correct? This way makes you feel more at ease?
As mark nods from behind the camera Munin continues.
Munin: Fine then, my name is Munin no other name but that. Munin is Munin and this…
Munin holds up the sinister looking stuffed animal sitting next to her. It appears to be a cat stuffed animal but with its skeleton and heart showing.
Munin: This is Mr. Bones…Mr. Bloody Bones to precise and he is full of surprises. And you have already met Hugin. Would you like to know why I’m not going to as Hugin puts is “Play with you”. Im not going to play with you gentle men because not only do you not deserve it you don’t meet the criteria. Besides why should I play with you now that I’m part of GZW I will have a wide variety of people to play with. I have already noticed a few very interesting people... I just can’t wait to see what happens next. I’m sure whatever happens is bound to be interesting. Now I think you gentlemen have had enough excitement for one day. Thank you very much for your patience and please be safe. Hugin will show you to the door.
Munin gives a child like innocent smile and waves to the camera before it is turned off.
: Too long... almost a year gone by and now this is what has become of a once proud industry. Lycra-clad boyband rejects flying around the ring like Virgin Airways trying to land at Heathrow, and just as incompetant at what they do.