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Climax Control Archives / Training for India.... India Jones!
« on: July 26, 2022, 07:29:19 PM »
Alex Rush? On an SCW card? Surely not! As your narrator, and no, not the same one used by Speedo Barthart.... guys, can someone put in a Sideshow Bob shuddering gif... or is it pronounced jif? I dunno, do you? Can someone put one on the screen now please?



Thank you come again! No wait, that's Apu.



God damn it, did you guys put in an Apu gif too? Excellllent.... no, don't you dare! I'm never gonna get through this if not!

***CRICKETS CHIRP***

You'd never guess what I've been watching before narrating this, would you? Ahem, anyway, thank you. Right, let's get on with the narration, I'm doing this late and I really must get to bed. Yeah, Alex Rush is on an SCW card, in India no less, how did that happen? It's been a completely low key career for Alex since he lost the SCU Tag titles with his good old rhino friend, yes to you new people, he teamed with an actual rhino, not like the one in Ace Ventura 2, an actual rhino and taught the world many things about the rhino, like rhino's really like sushi. Since losing those tag titles, he didn't really do a lot, well, he did a lot of what he was doing when he got the call from Christian, you'll see what that was in a minute, but in terms of wrestling, the odd match here that was unsuccessful, and the odd match there.... That was equally unsuccessful. He made an appearance or two elsewhere to keep his music in the spotlight, remember, rockstar first, wrestler second, but most of the time, he sat at home in his pants watching sad movies, that's where Christian found him after all those months of no contact.

Westminister, London, England

Alex Rush sat in his underwear, union jack boxer shorts, with tears in his eyes as he watched Lassie on his huge television. His hair was more unkempt then usual, his beard had grown longer and more scruffy then his somewhat neater beard on television. Alex sniffs back a tear.

Alex: I love that little guy, such an inspiration.

Next to him on a side table, a bowl of popcorn sat, and his hand reached in, taking a handful before throwing it up in the air. He opens his mouth, but only one piece falls in, the rest fall all over the place. He glances towards his phone to see a video call incoming and without looking at the name, he picks it up and answer.

Alex: Yellow!?

Christian Underwood's face appears on the phone.

Christian: Alex! Good to see... are you crying?

Alex: Ugh, ummm, no, I got erm, popcorn in my eye, and I think up my nose too, have a look for me guv.

Alex tilts the camera to angle it with a shot up his nose, causing Christian to wince.

Christian: No, it's fine... I guess, I don't know, I don't care. Look, I'm just calling you about a match.

Alex: You wanna borrow a match? I mean, I'm probably nowhere near you or anything but if you tell me where you are, I will send over one of the rhinos with two matches, just in case you drop the other one in a puddle or something. Is it raining where you are? I dunno, but I know those puddles appear everywhere. One time, I was walking down the road in the sunshine, right? And all of a sudden, bam! Fell right down a hole and in to a puddle!

Christian looks confused by this comment.

Christian: Did you fall down the sewer?

Alex looks up with a look of confusion on his face.

Alex: Puddles, sewer, same difference although this puddle made me proper pong a bit. I couldn't stop smelling like a wet dog for days. Everyone said to me a shower would help but they didn't know for sure.

Christian mutters under his breath.

Christian: Why did I even call this....

He clears his throat.

Christian: Look, Alex, SCU closed as you obviously know.

Alex Rush looks around with an innocent look on his face.

Alex: Obviously...

Christian: And as you was a former SCW guy, we'd like to bring you back in for a few shows, starting with next Sunday.

Alex: I will be on the next plane to Vegas bossy man!

Christian: We're not in Vegas, we're in India.

Alex: Well, if you're in Indiana, why do you want me to wrestle in Vegas, where you always have wrestling shows, or California, I like it there, so many boobies, and sometimes Arizona, I don't like it there, dry heat plays havoc with me skinny, winny, win. Makes me go all wrinkled like a prune.

Christian: First off, it's India.

Alex: Like India Jones? Bloke with the cool hat and kinky whip?

Christian: No, India, as in the country, India. We're on tour there and we want you to come on this tour of India to wrestle Godly Ken Davison.

Alex: Wait, you want me to wrestle God, in Indiana? I dunno if I could do that cause God is like bigger then me, he's like bigger then Jesus!

Christian: INDIA! INDIA, FOR GOD'S SAKE ALEX! INDIA!

Alex: Wait, is it for his sake or do I have to wrestle him, am I wrestling him for his sake or just cause?

Christian: Alex, just get to India.

Alex: Maybe later bossy man, I'm just popping out for a curry.

Christian: Curry's come from India. Alex.

Alex: Not the one I'm getting, it's coming from down by the river, nice little place, very red inside, lots of statues of elephants.

Christian: Curry originally comes from India, Alex.

Alex's eyes widen and he wags his finger at the camera.

Alex: Oh, THAT India, where it's like proper busy and dead people swim down the river and such like the day after they die? I think that's weird, I mean why would you die and then decide to just go swimming for a bit? I'd be like balls, I've lost the ability to walk, or talk, or breathe, I don't think I'd take a break from worrying about that to go for a little dip. That's just bonkers.

Christian sighs.

Christian: So are you coming to India or not?

Alex: I will be there with bells on... Not real bells, because that would be so annoying on a flight to Indiana

Christian: India...

Alex: Yeah, that's what I said, India Jones, bells on would be so annoying, imagine being in the old flying tube and you hit turbulence and the plane bounced up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down.

Christian: Do you have a point?

Alex: Yeah, the bells would be ringing all the time and that will be annoying.

Christian: Great, anyway, see you next week.

Alex: Alright, ta-rah for a bit!

Alex hangs up the phone and turns to the side where his two pet rhino's Robert-Edwin and Edwin-Robert turn their heads towards him.

Alex: Looks like we're off to India chaps, I dunno how many seats we're gonna need to get you two and ya big bums on the plane, but we will figure it out.

Alex taps his chin.

Alex: Now this Godly Ken bloke, I'm sure he's great in the ring, I'm sure he can kick a lot of derriere, but I'm gonna train, I'm gonna train hard right now. I'm gonna train for India!

Narrator here again, hello all, let's just say we fast forwarded here for about half an hour or so and we can literally join Alex training for India.... Did you notice he said train for India and not the match? Yep, here's why.

Half an hour later in The Bengal restaurant on the river Thames, Alex rush sits at a table on his own as a waiter stands in front of him.

Alex: Right, me little duck, I am off to India next week and it's time to get in to fighting shape, it's time to be ready for India, so give me the hottest, spiciest Vindaloo the bloke in the big white hat out there can make.

Alex rubs his hands together as he waits, casually drinking a bottle of Cobra beer. It didn't take long before the food arrives in front of him.

Alex: Gonna smash this.

The camera cuts to outside the restaurant with a view of the river, a nice peaceful night in the city, until.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The screaming voice of Alex can be heard from inside the restaurant before we see him burst through the door.

Alex: Water! Water!

Seeing the river right next to him, Alex quickly leaps over the railing and in to the River Thames! He plants his face in the water, before pulling it out again.

Alex: IT STILL BURNS!!!!

He tries again to extinguish the heat around his face by dipping his face under water again before gripping the bars of the railing and pulling himself up.

Alex: Training never used to be this hard. I shoulda got a kebab.

And with that ladies and gents, it's time to leave, Alex eventually got himself out of the river to face that Vindaloo once more, needless to say, he was back in the river minutes later, sadly this repeated itself many times, until he got distracted by a dog that looked like Lassie, and that is what you call a tie in. He will see you once again in India. Goodnight ladies and gents.

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Climax Control Archives / King Of The Internet!
« on: August 20, 2021, 03:35:01 PM »
RING RING - RING RING...

The face of Alex Rush appears on the camera, his eyes closed as he sleeps peacefully, the standard tone of a phone ringing can be heard in the distance. Alex opens his eyes and reaches for the phone slightly off camera and hits a button.

Alex: I told you mummy, I didn't need a wake up call.

Alex grins, only to hear the voice of Mark Ward on the other end of the line.

HS: Mummy? What the hell have you been smoking?

Alex: I think it was oregano, basil and just a touch of garlic oil. Is this Jesus?

HS: It's Mark Ward, the boss of SCW... The guy that hires you from time to time.

Alex scratches his head as he looks around, his messy hair dropping over his face.

Alex: Is this for another kids party? Cause last time, right? I was at this kids party, right? And the parents were not happy with some of me song lyrics, right? I mean what's wrong with me number one smash hit finger up the bum anyway? Then like the dad's around were like angry cause I saw the birthday cake in the kitchen and I took a handful, right? They were very meanie people.

A sigh can be heard on the other end of the phone.

HS: Sin City Wrestling Alex.

Alex's eye widen as he grins.

Alex: I know that place! I was there and then I was with the sister promo dancing to Ice Ice Baby! That was fun, next week, I might ask to dance to Can't Touch This, just cause the parachute pants give my twin gentlemen and their ruler a chance to breathe and shake about.

HS: Christ... What an idi... Look, Alex, I spoke to the people at SCU and they've agreed to let you come over for a match on Sunday.

Alex: Well that sounds like a bangingly good idea. Can I dance on the show?

Another sigh can be heard down the phone.

HS: I don't really care. I just want you to show up and face Miles Kasey.

Alex: I like that guy! He's a Manc, from erm, Mancaster.... No, that don't sound right, Mancuner.... No, that don't seem right either.

HS: Manchester.

Alex: Can't be, he doesn't have a Manchester accent and besides, no one from there ever admits to being there.

HS: Ugh, look, there's a couple of things you need to know about the match. First off, it's a pretty in pink tuxedo match.

An excited look crosses Alex's face.

Alex: I have a pink tuxedo! It's all pretty too. I bought it and everyone said Alex, you'll never have to wear that! So I was like, but I want to, so I turned up for golf match wearing it, and they said you'll never wear it again, I was like oh, and I got all sad. Then I remembered I had an ice cream shop opening, so I wore it for that and got ice cream down the front, and I got sad again. Then I had it cleaned and people said why? Well this is why! It was destiny to be wearing it again! It goes so well with my pink top hat! Can I wear that too!?

HS: I really don't care. It's in a tournament to become Internet champion, you beat Miles, you move on.

Alex: I can seeeeeeeeeeeee for Miles and Miles! Hey boss, do I have to walk five hundred miles to be there, cause I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more.

The sound of a hand hitting a forehead can be heard.

HS: Oh look, there's something shiny over there I need to go see.

Alex: It's all good, it happens to me all the time, shiny stuff is great! Ta-rah for a bit!

Alex hangs up the phone as the camera widens to see him laying on a park bench. He stands up on the bench as people walk past, trying to ignore him.

Alex: Hear ye! Hear ye! My name is Alex Rush and I have just been told I can wear a pink tux on TV and become the king of the Internet! As your ruler, I will stop those stupid YouTube ads, allow boobies on Instagram, and demand people share one cat video a day on Facebook! I will also shoot people who make racist comments on Twitter out of a cannon aimed at the sun. So vote for me to be your king, King Alex of The Internet! Thank you and goodnight!

People continue to walk past Alex, ignoring the Rockstar's rant. He takes a bow but slips off the bench, landing on the floor.

Alex: Ow! I broke my arse!

And with that, the camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / God Mummy Madge
« on: March 06, 2020, 08:28:54 AM »
 Alex Rush has returned to SCW, if only for the occasional match or two to bring a slight bit of comedic relief to an often serious show. This was a great time for Alex to work a match or two with SCW, smart business to bring the rockstar back to his native UK, pulling the music fans eyes on to the wrestling company and adding some extra star power to the tour. Alex was happy to be home too, he got to see one of his favourite people, his God Mother.

The camera opens with Alex Rush sitting in a very regal setting, on a large red sofa with gold trim. The camera angled to just see the back of a matching red chair with gold trim. On a table in front of him sits finger food, small sandwiches and cakes, as well as a small tea cup.

Alex: It's great to see you God Mummy Madge! I need to visit more often.

The voice of an elder lady can be heard coming from the red chair in front of Alex, although the person can't be seen.

Madge: It's good to see you too. I know you're always busy.

Alex: Always busy, I'm running around like a fly with a dicky tummy. One minute I'm here, next minute I'm there, the other minute, I dunno where I am. I was meant to be in one place in Florida the other week, but I don't think I was actually there for a while, I ended up somewhere else. Then there was the business with the clown.

Alex reaches down to the tea cup and picks it up, raising his little finger as he sips from it before placing it down on the table and smiles across.

Alex: Good tea!

Madge: What business with the clown?

Alex: Well, it was like this. I thought things was going well, I teamed with this little guy and he was fun when you could see him, you could never tell if he was there or not, one minute he was, the next minute when you look up, he was gone, but he might have still been there, I don't know cause I was looking up. Then they made me face this clown who wasn't like the other clowns, he had no joy in his eyes and he couldn't make a balloon animal, that's clown 101, they teach you that on day one, but no, he was mean, not a joker at all.

Alex smiles and raises his eyebrows rapidly.

Madge: Oh?

Alex: Yeah, absolute meanie and he kicked me bum. That wasn't fun.

Madge: One can imagine it wouldn't be.

Alex: Nah, I wouldn't hire him for any of the little chavvies birthday parties, that's for sure. What kinda clown couldn't make animals out of plastic I ask you Madge?

Madge: One would see that as a disadvantage to the profession.

Alex: It really is. Such a disadvantage. Then there was the goat incident.

Madge: The goat incident?

Alex: Yeah, I was playing poker with this goat right, and he thought he had me. Had me on two pairs, not even good pairs, and trust me God Mummy Madge, I know I good pair when I see them, but these were fours and fives, and he got all smug about it, but I had a full house. The goat wasn't happy, but the goat wasn't a rich goat, he never had a butler, or herder, his family were mountain people, so he was like ok Alex, lemme go for a Jimmy Riddle and I'll come back and settle up. I was like ok Goaty McGoatface, you have a Jimmy, no one needs you to leave a puddle on the floor. So I sat there speaking to my rhinos, I told you I got rhinos right?

Madge: I got the selfie you sent me.

Alex: Good, good, and anyway, I was like talking to the rhinos and they were like, this goat man, he's been having a Jimmy for a while. Goats shouldn't have a Jimmy for that long, they're smaller than us, they don't have the bladder capacity to be having a Jimmy for half an hour. He's a smart rhino, you know. So I was like you know what, you're right, they don't, so I went and knocked on the door and there was no goat, but there was hoof prints on the window sill. So I was like damn you goat! You didn't need to leave the place to go for a Jimmy, there was a bog right there! Then I looked out of the little window and there was Goaty with his thumb up, hitchhiking! I thought we'll have him now, but then a car pulled up and in Goaty got and I can't seem to find him now. He owes me like thirty three buckeroos!

Alex shakes his head sadly as he picks up the teacup and raises his little finger again as he sips.

Madge: How distressing.

Alex nods as he puts the cup down.

Alex: Very, but I think you could help me find him God Mother Madge. You know lots of people, like dukes and earls, right? Maybe even the Duke of Earl. The one from the song that goes Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl, Du Du Duke of Earl, Duke Duke Duke. Ya know what? Let's do something fun.

Alex looks down the camera.

Alex: Ladies and gentlemen, The Darts.

The camera cuts away to the following video.

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The camera cuts back to Alex.

Madge: What was all that about?

Alex shrugs his shoulders.

Alex: I saw it in Family Guy with Conway Twitty and thought it would be cool. If Bill Barnhart can be weird in promos, why can't I?

Madge: I see. Anyway, you was talking about Dukes?

Alex: Yes, I hear there's a Duke in York, the Grand Old Duke of York to be exact. I hear he has ten thousand men that he marches up and down hills a lot, I was hoping that you could have a word with him if you know him and maybe, he can help me find that goat and get my thirty three back? I could really do with that.

Madge: But you're a wealthy rockstar Alex, surely you don't need it?

Alex: Tip money for people who need tips. I tried to give a tip before about not driving in the dark without any lights, but I hear people like cash.

Madge: Um, I'll see what I can do.

Alex: Fan-dabba-dozie. One more thing God Mummy Madge.

Madge: Yes Alex.

Alex: I hear there's a position that's come up in your organization, where you get like free cash and secret service people. I think I'll be good at that if I promise not to go and marry some actress who married me for the fame, and I'm certainly not a ginge, so I'm one step ahead there, and I got the wave down to a tee.

Alex raises his hand and waves it in a royal fashion.

Alex: I think I'll be wicked at it, people seem to love me.

Madge: We'll talk about it.

Alex smiles widely as he stands up, the woman in the chair also stands up, seeing her for the first time - if you didn't work this out already - as The Queen of England.

Alex: Anyway God Mummy Madge. I must dash, you gimme a bell if you speak to The Duke of York! Ta-rah for a bit.

And with that, the camera cuts to later in the day where Alex sits in front of a camera, wearing his usual leather pants, and a T-Shirt that says "Jack Russow Fan" written on it.

Alex:  Hidey ho people! Time for a little wagging of the chin to talk about my opponent, bloke by the name of Malachi. Now what do we know about him? He don't win a lot, but I don't win a lot, but he probably cares about it more than I do. He seems pretty angry, I hope he's not like the last angry Irishman I met, he bit me and I spent like a month fighting the urge to turn in to an angry Irishman myself, it was terrible, all I was doing was drinking Guinness, saying fella a lot and looking for a pot of gold.

Alex raises his hand.

Alex: So I'm asking you not to bite me Malachi. I ain't any good at maths or anything, but I've picked up a few wins in SCU and you haven't picked up bugger all this year in SCW which means I'm the favourite going in to this one and that's alright, cause I like being the favourite, I like a lot of things, some of my favourite things are my favourites, you know? I know you're looking for a win but I wanna win too, I've tasted some success in SCU and I like it so much, it's like the best tasting ice cream ever.

Alex frowns.

Alex: Now I want ice cream, but I won't eat so much that I will have a dicky tum tum, so I don't show up on Sunday cause I'll be there with bells on and ready to go. I will catch ya soon but yeah, I'm off for ice cream. Ta-rah for a bit.

And with that, the camera fades to black.

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Climax Control Archives / So Many St. Barts
« on: September 13, 2019, 05:42:43 AM »
 The beach at Anse de Grande Saline, St. Barthélemy can be see as the camera focuses on Alex Rush, just his face can be see. He looks around at the crowd, some wincing, some shaking their head as the camera zoom out a little, just to see Alex wearing nothing but skin coloured Speedos, as the English would call them, budgie smugglers. From a distance, the SCW and SCU star could appear to be about to be arrested for indecent exposure. The camera stays on Alex as he walks and talks.

Alex: This took me ages to find, but you found it so easy. Do you know how many St Bart's there are out there? I nearly went to the hospital in London, but then I thought why would they hold a wrestling show at a hospital? Some of those wrestlers are a bit mean, and they'll be trying to stab you in the arse with an IV.

Alex scratches his head.

Alex: There's two St. Bart's churches in Australia, one in Belgium, one in Canada, a place called Ottawa, that always makes me giggle cause I think of Otters, funny little creatures. Two Churches in the Czech Republic called St Bart's, two in Germany, and in Italy, even one in India, which is weird.

Alex stops walking and taps himself on the chin.

Alex: I don't think too many people go to church in India, I think they go to a different place like The Ganges or something.

Alex continues to walk down the beach, people shuffling out of his way.

Alex: There's two in Malta, three in the Philippines, thirty three in the UK, and six in America. All Churches called St Bart's and I went to like seventeen of them to find out if I was wrestling there but then it hit me. Why would there be a wrestling show at a church? I mean I can't think many churchy Joe's would wanna see Jessie Salco punch someone with brass rings, or someone like Crystal or Christina pronounce the word hi really strange. Can't imagine Teddy Warren would be too popular wearing make up. So I thought what else was St Bart's.

Alex waves at a woman walking past, looking him up and down with a frown on her face.

Alex: So I thought the three hospitals in the UK, but nah, covered that early, so I thought it had to be the school in the UK.

Alex shakes his head sadly.

Alex: Turns out it wasn't and the head teacher is a mean old goat and can throw her shoe really far.

Alex rubs the back of his head, feeling for a bump.

Alex: Caught me right on the nut.

Alex looks at the person next to him that he's been talking to, to reveal it as not a person, but his "adopted" pet Rhino, Robert-Edwin, which would explain the strange looks and why people were very quick to move out of the way.

Alex: It was horrible Bobby mate. I didn't know where I was going to wrestle, so I got clever right, I put on my ninja outfit and I followed Jason Adams. I don't think he knew it was me, but I did sit next to him on the plane and he said hello Alex, and I said hello Jason but I don't think he knew it was me, I think he guessed the name. Even after we had a few beers, a game of snap and sung the hocky cokey, I still think he thought I was someone else called Alex. How did you get here?

Alex looks at the Rhino and the Rhino looks at Alex. Alex nods his head up and down.

Alex: That's gotta be a lie, you gotta be telling porky's, you did not use a hang glider to get here.

Alex tilts his head as he looks at Robert-Edwin.

Alex: That is soooooooooo cool matey. Hey did you get my e mail asking what a Stephen Callaway is?

Alex stands as if to listen to him.

Alex: Well that's not a lot of good is it? All you learned that he a jock.... I can't exactly call him a jock, those Americans would think I'm talking about some bloke with a letter on his jacket and not a bloke from Scottyland. What can I say about him? I mean I ain't wearing a skirt thing cause that's just a little bit weird, don't ya think? I still don't know what he is but on Sunday, I gotta face him.

Alex shrugs his shoulders.

Alex: Ok, I know what I can say, I can be generic and say I'm gonna kick your arse over and over till it sticks.

Alex looks in the distance pointing to something, his face covered with excitement.

Alex: Oooooh! Let's go do that!

The camera turns around to see paragliders flying in to the air, Alex takes Robert on the head.

Alex: I think you'll love it!

The camera fades as Alex starts to run along the beach towards the paragliders.

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Alumni / Alex Rush
« on: May 16, 2019, 06:00:33 AM »
 <span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>>[~]-CONTACT INFORMATION-[~]</span>

Handlers Name: Mark
Any Messengers:
Years Active:


<span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>[~]-CONTRACT INFORMATION-[~]</span>


You will be booked at least 2-3 times a month. In order for this to happen, you will be booked in singles as well as tag team matches. Since tag team matches take place in an intergender division, please let Tad Ezra know if you wish to only wrestle your gender. We will still book you in tag team matches under Mixed tag team rules but keep in mind, tag team titles will be intergender so if you wish not to wrestle the opposite gender, you limit yourself to only singles gold when you do get a title shot. ***Be sure to fill out a <a href=\'http://www.scwrestling.net/boards/index.php?showtopic=12571\' target=\'_blank\'>Tag Team application[/url]***

No intergender matches please.

<span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>[~]-WRESTLER INFORMATION-[~]</span>



Picture Base (Name Only, real picture bases no cartoons. Check <a href=\'http://www.scwrestling.net/boards/index.php?act=ST&f=49&t=12573\' target=\'_blank\'>Taken Pic Bases List[/url]): Russell Brand
Wrestlers Twitter: @MightBeAlexRush
Wrestlers Name: Alex Rush
Nickname(s):
Age: 36
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 210lbs
Hometown: Westminster, London, England
Personality: Eccentric, over the top, airhead
Strengths: Speed and chat up lines.
Weaknesses: Distracted easy and radioactive spiders.
Gimmick If Any: Empty headed rockstar, lead singer in a band called Mr Firecrotch.
Alignment: Face

<span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>>[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]</span>

Entrance Theme Music (Check <a href=\'http://www.scwrestling.net/boards/index.php?act=ST&f=49&t=12574\' target=\'_blank\'>Taken Theme Song List[/url]): "Let's Get Rocked" by Def Leppard
Entrance Description (Mandatory for bookings):

 Gold stars start to flash around the stage entrance as the arena lights start to drop out and a voice is heard saying "Do you wanna get rocked?" The name Alex Rush appears on the screen and the fans instantly burst in to cheers as Def Leppards "Let's Get Rocked" blasts through the speakers.

Liam: From Westminister, London, England, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is Alex Rush! @@

Smoke appears at the top of the ramp as a spotlight hits the entrance way to see the back of a long haired man with one hand in the air holding up the devil horns sign. He turns around to more cheers as the spotlight shines on the face of Alex Rush! A line of security as seen either side of him as the lights brighten to show fans "held back" by security at the top of the ramp. Alex is wearing black leather pants with a red stripe down either side, a white shirt with the devill horns hand sign on in a faded gray colour. Around his wrist, a multi coloured scarf is tied. He looks to the held back fans and wave a hand at them in a presidential fashion before making his way down to the ringside area. Alex steps up the steps and through the middle and top rope and in to the center of the ring, his arms in the air with the devil horns sign as gold sparks fall from the roof. Alex reaches down, removing his shirt and throws it to the crowd as he waits for the match to start.

<span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>[~]-WRESTLING MOVES-[~]</span>

Everyone gets one finisher and 3 signature moves as well as a move set package. Please pick one package for your wrestler. Any moves you really want your wrestler to have please add it to the the signature moves section.

Wrestling Move Packages *Remember you can only pick one*

-Rookie (Sticks to the basics, when tries a more advance move he/she May botch or get reversed more often then not.)

I went with Rookie as he isn't really in any of these packages, more of a comedic wrestler.

For more in depth look on his style, click here for his SCW moves list.

Signature Moves
1.)
2.)
3.)

*He doesn't really have signature moves at this point, but I will try and come up with some comedic ones shortly.

Finishing Move
1.) Choke on this wad: A comidic rear naked choke. Alex will jump on a standing opponents back locking in a rear naked choke, trying to force his opponent down by any means possible, including using his hair to get in an opponents face, flicking at his opponents nose with his thumb, wiggling his legs around or even to bald people, blowing raspberries on their heads or pulling his beard along the tops of their heads.... Feel the stubble burn!



<span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>[~]-MISC INFORMATION-[~]</span>

Weapon Of Choice: None
Match Of Choice: None

<span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]</span>
Superstar Bio: TO BE ADDED SHORTLY
Past Accomplishments: Other than selling millions of albums world wide, worlds greatest lover 2005-forever, not a whole lot.

<span style=\'font-size:11pt;line-height:100%\'>[~]-MANAGER INFORMATION-[~]</span>
***Be sure to fill out an <a href=\'http://www.scwrestling.net/boards/index.php?showtopic=12572\' target=\'_blank\'>NPC/Manager application[/url] as well***
Manager's Name:
Manager's Pic Base (Check <a href=\'http://www.scwrestling.net/boards/index.php?act=ST&f=49&t=12573\' target=\'_blank\'>Taken Pic Bases List[/url]):

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Climax Control Archives / New Years Eve.... Eve
« on: December 30, 2016, 12:55:20 AM »
 New years eve eve. Yes, two eves, not one, two, cause it's the day before New Years Eve, keep up. One of the best cities in the world to be in on one of those occasions, and the following day, is London, England and that's where this story begins. New year in London is a great occasion, the people come together, gather on the shores of the river Themes and watch one of the best firework displays in the world, ignoring the always cold weather just to see the spectacular fireworks to see the next year in. No one puts on a show like London, and this year would be no different as on a boat in the river, a certain singer will be filling the air with his vocal tones as fireworks explode above him. That singer, you've guessed it cause you guys are totally smart, is Alex Rush. People just don't turn up to sing though, a lot goes in to it and that's what you're gonna see.

The camera opens up along the south bank of the river as a small shiny toy car can be seen with bright headlights lighting up the way in front of car. Moving in closer shows the face of Alex Rush sitting in the car, his legs hanging from the side of the model gold Ferrari, the car more akin to what you would give your kids for Christmas. In front of it sits a tablet, stuck to the front of the car facing him, and an open bottle of champagne sits in the eccentric rock stars fingers. On his lap shows a bag of some sort. The camera moves in to show Alex wearing a T-shirt with the words "I survived an Alex Rush Party" on the front. Strangely, his legs can be seen exposed at the side of the car and a Santa hat sits on his head. He reaches in to the bag as people look at him slowly moving past and reaches in, pulling out candy canes and throwing them to a group of partiers walking along the street.

Alex: Merry new year!

Alex turns and grins forward as he draws strange looks from the crowd, some recognise him and point towards him as he stops next to a car, his toy car dwarfed by the size of the real car. A woman looks out the window, a cocked eyebrow as she looks at him.

Alex: Hello sweet cheeks, well I think they're sweet cause ya mooey ain't bad, so the caboose has gotta be decent.

He taps his chin, looking curiously up at the sky.

Alex: Although I've been mugged off like that before, when the face was banging, but the 'aris was flatter than a witches tit.

He turns his head to the woman looking out of the car.

Alex: Mind whacking ya 'aris out the window love so I can see if me sweet cheeks comment is alright or if I jumped the gun.

The car drives off away from Alex, but the woman does smile before it moves away.

Alex: Yeah, she so wanted it.

A noise distracts Alex from the front of him, a ringing sound, causing the look messy haired rock star to look around curiously. He looks under his arm pits before he looks in to the bag, looking for the source of the ringing. He looks in to the neck of the champagne bottle, still looking for the sound before putting his ear to the bottle.

Alex: Nope, not in there.

As he looks up, he sees the screen of his tablet lit up to see the name Kale on front of it. He taps away at the front of the familiar face of Kale Smith appears on the front of the tablet. Alex grins at his Australian friend.

Alex: Well fuck a duck!

Alex turns to a woman walking past in her forties, who overhears his comment and raises an eyebrow at him.

Alex: Not you madam.

Alex grins from ear to ear as he looks at her.

Alex: Unless you're in to humping feathery things.

He chugs past the woman in the car and lifts the champagne bottle to his lips and takes a swig out of it and looks at the Australian's face across the screen.

Kale: You fucked a duck?

Alex rolls his eyes up, looking at the sky before looking down at Kale.

Alex: Technically, it was some Doris dressed as a duck and she quacked a lot while humping, but it was her fetish, not mine.

Kale's pulls his head away from the camera and looks at Alex with a look of confusion.

Kale: Did I catch ya at a bad time mate?

Kale's eyes dart around, trying to see where Alex is and make sense of the background, but the bright London lights blur the surroundings.

Alex: Nah, I'm just driving down the South Bank in a little car, with a bottle of booze, in me pants handing out treats to the good people of London on my way to a sound check on the river.

Alex reaches in to the bag and pulls out more candy canes, throwing them towards a crowd walking along.

Alex: Merry new year to you!

He turns his attention back towards Kale.

Kale: So pretty standard night then.

Alex takes a swig out of the bottle of champagne and grins.

Kale: Can't ya get done for drunk driving over there?

Alex: Nah mate, it's just a toy car, besides, I ain't like drunk yet. I gotta do me sing thing and I can't get drunk to do that.

Kale: At ya last show, you was so sloshed, you tried to sing in to the wrong end of the microphone.

Alex clinches his fist and waves it in the air, looking up and yelling at the top of his lungs.

Alex: Damn you, Youtube!

Alex snaps his head down towards the road as he moves along a little, most people overtaking him on foot.

Kale: Anyway mate, I just called because it's New Years Eve and wanted to say Happy New Year.

Alex: It's not New Years Eve you silly rabbit, it's New Years Eve Eve.

Kale: Not where I am mate.

Alex stops the model car and looks at the screen.

Alex: Are you in the future?

Kale rolls his eyes as he looks at the camera.

Kale: I wish mate. I'm in Australia, the times are different, we've had this conversation before.

Alex: You was in the future then so it didn't count.

Alex playfully pokes his tongue out at Kale, causing the former SCW star to smile.

Kale: Also mate, good luck in that match SCW booked you in.

Alex looks slightly confused but quickly snaps his fingers.

Alex: Oh yeah! Against the X-Men leader type guy! I wonder how they're gonna get his wheelchair in the ring.

Kale runs his hand over his forehead, shaking his head.

Kale: That's not who you're facing.

Alex: But both their names begin with the same letter and I thought there was only one person in the world who would have cruel enough parents to make their kids name start with an X.

Kale: Completely different bloke, mate.

Alex taps his chin and lifts the bottle of champagne up to his lips and takes a swig.

Alex: Then I do not know a lot about this fella, cause I spent all week watching The X-Men movies to prepare and now I find out I can't let down tires to slow him down. I also would have preferred to face Deadpool cause that mucker cracks me up.

Kale: You spent a week watching movies and not like checking out this guy?

Alex: Well movies as fun, even the ones without titties bouncing on the screen, even though they help the economy by keeping lube companies and Kleenex in business.

Kale: So what do you know about this fella?

Alex: That he really likes to tweet a lot, even with no one talking to him. That donut tweeted me constantly over and over again, with stuff that like might have mattered to his mumsie or something but just sat there giving himself achy fingers by tweeting all the time. I read his bio and he seems like an alright kinda mush, but so much tweeting. It's like steady on mate, ain't ya got something better to do than tweet ya opponent like all the time.

Kale: Trying to get a rise out of ya mate.

Alex: Shoulda sent me some random brass's nudies and that would have worked to get a rise out of me.

Kale: Different kinda rise, mate.

Alex pokes his lip out with a pout.

Alex: Well, that's disappointing.

Kale: How'd ya plan on beating him then?

Alex: I run around the ring like a greyhound with an itchy bum, make him wonder what the bloody hell I'm doing, then kick him square in the jacksey when he's not looking, and the shock will make him seize up and I win.

Kale busts out laughing and Alex raises the bottle towards him.

Kale: Do you take anything seriously?

Alex shakes his head really fast as he stops the car.

Alex: Like is too short me ol' China. Observe.

Alex stops the car and places the bottle of champagne on the sidewalk and reaches in to the bag with both hands as crowds walk past him, turning their head towards him.

Alex: Candy canes for all!

Alex pulls out two handfuls of candy canes and throws them in the air, showering the streets of London with candy canes. He puts his hands in again and throws more in various directions. He reaches for the bottle and puts his thumb over the top and shakes it, moving his thumb and spraying champagne straight up in the air, most of it falling down on his head.

Alex: Merry birthday world! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Alex looks back towards his smiling Australian friend, champagne dripping down his face.

Alex: It is the world birthday right?

Kale just gives Alex a slow nod, causing the crazy rock star to fire a thumbs up towards him.

Alex: Right mate, I'm where I'm meant to be so will give you a ding dong a little bit later. Merry New Year mate.

Kale: Same to you.

Alex stands up, standing crotch height with the still running camera, showing no pants on the rock stars lower legs, just a pair of briefs with a cartoon image of himself on them and the slogan "I think I've been here before" writing on them. (Available in the SCW Shop... No serious, people buy me pants!) The camera starts to fade but Kale's voice can still be heard.

Kale: Alex, ya nuts are in me face, get ya balls outta me grill! Alex! Alex!

The camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Nothing but gibberish
« on: October 14, 2016, 07:50:20 AM »
 The bright early morning backdrop of London, England can be seen, the camera focusing on the London Eye, a huge Ferris wheel type tourist attraction, showing you the whole of London from one vantage point. The morning sun shines off the river Thames, as the morning boats, both tour and public transporters, move along either side of the banks. The camera turns to see Alex Rush on the balcony of his London home, looking out at the scene as people rush to work. Alex long matted hair sits on his head in his usual messy style. The camera drops down to see him wearing just union Jack tight briefs and strangely, one orange sock. He taps his chin as he looks out.

Alex: I wonder if I could use one of those pod things on that giant wheel to throw a party with me and about twenty dolly's.

He nods his head slowly but the door bell from inside attracts his attention. He looks in to the room and sighs.

Alex: The door is too far away.

As if a light bulb appears above his head, he waves his finger.

Alex: I'll take the broom broom!

Alex steps in to the room and looks down to the floor to the right, looking at a go kart. He quickly jumps in and puts his foot down on the pedal and the car shoots forward, covering the whole twelve feet towards the door. He hops off the go kart and stands up, reaching for the door handle and opening it. He looks outside but his face changes to horror as he looks at what's standing on the doorstep.

Alex: Holy fuckamoly!

The camera shows the person outside. A man dressed in a clown mask, his face pale, with a painted red smile and huge teeth. Orange hair sits on his head and a red nose on his face.

Alex: Take anything you want but leave the pumpkin alone!

The man waves his arms around, but Alex pulls back his arm and throws a fist towards the clown but the clown moves his head to the side, avoiding the punch and raising his hand in a defensive stance. He pulls off the mask to show his face as Kale Smith.

Kale: Strewth mate! Nearly knocked me block off!

Alex: You was a big scary clown and no one likes a big scary clown. If these things were white, they wouldn't be tighty whiteys, they'd be tighty shiteys!

Kale: Queen might chop off ya head for making a mess of the flag.

Alex: Well cacking meself was not what I had planned for this morning. Well not at this time anyway.

Alex points his thumb to the inside of the apartment, inviting Kale through the door. Kale walks in, rubbing his arms with his hands.

Kale: Did I ever tell ya, you're bloody country is bloody freezing?

Alex shrugs his shoulders, pushing his hair up as he does.

Alex: Well it's like October everywhere, so it is a bit nippy.

Alex points to his nipples if to prove a point.

Alex: See what I mean, get any closer and these things will poke your peepers out from ya head. Had a dolly like that once, used to hang me hat on hers. Used to be a game like ring toss.

Kale: Mate, it ain't that cold in Oz, getting warmer.

This causes Alex to front at Kale.

Alex: So what you're trying to say is you're from opposite world.

Kale: Yep.

Alex: Wait, does that mean no?

Kale: Nah.

Alex runs his fingers through his hair, not making his thick locks any neater than before by doing so.

Alex: Does that mean, yes?

Deciding to change the subject, Kale points to the sofa, where a pumpkin sits.

Kale: What's with the pumpkin?

Alex shrugs his shoulders with a casual look.

Alex: Almost Halloween, innit?

Kale nods as he looks at it.

Kale: Yeah mate, but why does it have a hole cut in to it?

The camera turns to see a hole cut in the pumpkin, in the front. Alex looks at Kale with a calm look on his face.

Alex: Tried to carve it, got bored, then decided to get drunk and watch South Park. Mate, I watched so much South Park.

Kale: How much?

Alex scratches his head as a thoughtful look crosses his face.

Alex: Not like a hundred percent sure, but I watched so much, I started to feel bad and wanted to start a Go Fund Me thingy for Kenny. That poor bastard dies a lot, his family are poor, how the hell do they keep affording his funeral?

Kale looks blankly at Alex, who stands looking seriously back at Kale.

Kale: I'd support that mate, make a donation and all.

Alex smiles at Kale, not listening to his sarcastic tone as he bops his head up and down and give him a quick thumbs up.

Alex: Nice one pal, I will set one up soon.

Kale nods at Alex, but Alex looks at Kale with a tilted head.

Alex: Wait a sec, what are you doing here? I thought you was in the land of Oz, chasing munchkins, and having a wander down a brightly coloured road with a lion, a witch and a wardrobe.

Kale: I think you mean a lion, tin man and a scarecrow mate.

Alex looks lost as he looks at his friend, with a tilted head.

Alex: Yeah, maybe mate, I mean why would you want to carry a wardrobe with ya? I mean I don't think the lion would help much and the witch, well witches ain't nice.

Kale: Maaaaaaaaaate, you're getting like mixed up. I was in a different kinda Oz.

Alex: With a scarecrow and a tin man and a lion?

Kale puts his hands up, stopping Alex from talking.

Kale: There was no scarecrow, tin man, lion, witch or wardrobe mate.

Alex sits on the sofa, tapping the pumpkin on the top and crossing his lift leg over his right, causing Kale to turn away, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.

Alex: Sounds like a boring place.

Kale points towards Alex' midsection.

Kale: Mate, I think something is trying to escape down there.

Alex looks down, quickly rearranging his underwear.

Alex: The mouse likes popping out the house every now and again. It likes to breathe a little bit. Anyway my munchkin loving mate. What brought you all the way to me place? Was it just in case me left nut pops out and ya wanted to see it?

Kale: Mate, I've seen far worse in the pictures you e mailed me. In ya last e mail, ya said to come to London, before going off to America for your match. It was in the e mail with the picture of you wearing just a sock over your junk and two half naked birds pointing at it.

A wide smile crosses Alex's face.

Alex: That was a fun night. You're right, I did say come over here so we could get completely pissed up, before I fight goldeneye.

Kale: Goldeneye?

Alex: Yeah, ain't that who I'm facing at Climax Control?

Kale: Nah mate, you're facing JT Midas.

Alex pokes his lower lip out as he thinks.

Alex: Doesn't Midas mean golden touch? He might have a golden eye if he had an eye infection, if he lives up to the midas thing.

Kale: Don't think he does mate.

Alex: That's a shame, could you imagine that ability. How it could help people. See a poor homeless guy in the street, pick up a rock, boom, it's now gold! Huge flood, touch the water, gold, no more flood.

Alex curls his lower lip down on the left hand side.

Alex: I do see the drawbacks though, like if you get itchy bollocks and before ya know it, gold testicles are hitting ya in the leg.

Kale: Sounds uncomfortable to me.

Alex: But seriously, I'm pretty happy I get to face JT Midas on his return. I watched him when he was here before, someone gave me training tapes of him and the fella can seriously bust a move when it comes to the sport of sweat and spandex. He seems like good people ya know. SCW is a better place for having him in it, I'm happy I can give him a chance to knock the rust off. Like I said, seems like good people.

Kale: Spoken like a fella who don't care if he wins or loses.

Alex: Life's too short mate.

Kale: Right, you mentioned getting pissed up?

Alex springs to his feet and smiles at Kale.

Alex: That I did me old mate. To the boozer!

Alex walks to the door, opening it up and strolling outside and Kale raises his finger.

Kale: Don't you think you should put more clothes on?

Alex spins on his heels and walks back in, picking up a top hat from the counter and placing it on his head.

Alex: Good shout.

Alex walks back out the door, whistling down the hall.

Kale: How about some pants, or at least some trainers?

Alex: I'm good!

His voice echoes down the hall as Kale follows him out of the door.

Kale: This should be interesting.

He shuts the door behind him as he walks out and the camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Anyone can make a mistake...
« on: September 02, 2016, 03:06:45 AM »
 The sun beats down on an undisclosed location. Nothing can be seen around the side of a road, just mountains to the side of the road and dust blowing along. The camera moves in to see SCW's currently injured star, Kale Smith, standing at the side of empty highway, looking impatiently at his watch.

Kale: Where is this Galah?

Kale looks at his watch once more and looks in to the distance, seeing nothing.

Kale: And why the bloody hell did he want me to meet him in the middle of nowhere?

A train whistle blows in the distance, causing Kale to look down the road. Squinting his eyes, he sees something slowly moving down the road. The camera focuses on the look of disbelief on Kale's face as the object gets nearer. The camera turns around to see the object up close to show Alex Rush sitting on a miniature train, a wide smile painted on the front of the train, with one carriage behind it, while wearing a top hat and bright red neck scarf from his neck up, the hat only covering part of his messy hair. His upper body is covered by a black mesh see through shirt, and his lower by black leather pants. He stops the mini train next to Kale and puts his arm up and quickly pulls it down twice.

Alex: Choo! Choo! ALLLLLLLLLLLLL ABOARD!

Kale stands stunned for a second.

Kale: What the fuck?

Alex: It's me new wheels, you like?

Kale grins towards Alex.

Kale: Fucking aye! Where'd ya get that from?

Alex looks all innocent as he stares up at the standing Kale.

Alex: Kids party. I was just walking along, and it was there and no one was guarding it, and I thought blimey, it's a shame to just leave Thomas the Tank Engine just sitting there, so I left a note, a hundred in that monopoly money they use here and I am now the proud owner of me choo choo here.

Kale: Fuckin' oath!

Alex: I shall name him Hobnob!

Kale: Nice to meet ya Hobnob.

Alex: Choo! Choo! That's him saying alright mate.

Kale: So why'd the bloody hell you get me to meet ya all the way out here. There's nothing around here for miles.

Alex: Oh there is! There's titty boom booms out here mate!

Kale looks around, looking at the desolate area and looking back at Alex.

Kale: There's nothing around here.

Alex: There is my kangaroo loving friend. I got this text from these dolly's, and it said meet us in the desert for some fun, and there's like four of them, right? And I know four is usually below me average for a night, but I'm feeling a little bit tired today, so I thought I'd give you a bell me old mucker, and get you some action.

Kale: I like a Sheila, mate.

Alex: I don't think any of their names are Sheila, but we'll ask 'em after the fact.

Alex lifts the top hat and points it towards Kale.

Alex: Now welcome to the Hobnob express.

He points the hat towards the carriage behind and Kale shrugs his shoulders before getting on the carriage behind.

Alex: I know it's a bit basic back there, but I do plan on putting a hot tub back there someday soon.

Kale scratches his head as Alex makes the train move forward, looking along the road before quickly turning off on to a dirt road.

Kale: Do you know where ya going, sport?

Alex shakes his head.

Alex: Nah, but how big can the desert be anyway?

Kale shrugs his shoulders as Alex chugs along.

Kale: 'Ere mate, shouldn't you be thinking about that battle royal you're in?

Alex: I have mate. I've been thinking, what makes it so royal? Do I have to turn up dressed in a crown and a robe and date like a queen?

Kale: Nah mate, it's just a name.

Alex: Ah good, cause the only queens I know, have a little bit extra. Ya know, down in the pants area. I ain't got nothing against that, I just don't want that poking me in the back in the morning.

Kale: Truth mate, but ya got some rough guys in that match.

Alex: I have?

Kale: Yeah, ya got Steve Ramone in there, he's won a few things.

Alex: He's the mush knobbing the porn star, right? I don't think I wanna fight the fella, I might wanna give him a high five and give him some advice that two porn stars are better than one, been there, done that, got stains all over me T-shirt.

Kale: What about Casey Williams?

Alex: Well, he is a bit of a lump, but I can beat him by growing a beanstalk.... And I ain't talking about me knob, let him climb it, take me axe out... Still not talking about me knob, chop it down and if the story is right, he won't get back up. Who else is there?

Kale: Samuel Deveroux?

Alex frowns as the train moves on through the desolate land.

Alex: I tried watching one of his promos once, and it's like Harry Potter. I never got that and I don't think I can get him either. None of it makes sense. I mean, the guy has magic or something? The guy isn't real but turns up anyway. I don't get him.

Kale: Ryan Keys is in the match.

Alex: Oh I like him. Nice fella, I don't wanna face him. He's a good lad.

Kale: How about Kain?

Alex: Oh he's not a good lad.... Wait, are we talking about the guy from the bible? Cause he was a right bastard knocking off his brother like that. Defo don't like that  bellend.

Kale: And Chris Shipman?

Alex: Sick fucker he is. He beat me a while ago if I remember right,, but I could have been drunk. I'd love to eliminate him and do a happy dance in the ring, then go to the strip club to celebrate it, and might even get a tattoo saying I beat him! Anyone else in there?

Kale: Just Despayre?

Alex: Damn, well that's me fucked and everyone else in the ring. That little mush is pretty good. He don't lose much. To beat him, I'm going to need ninja turtle power, and maybe a feather.

Kale: And a cannon.

Alex: That too!

Kale looks around, seeing just a wooden looking shack to one side, music playing out of it and a sign on top saying "Beer." He taps Alex on the shoulder.

Kale: You think they could be in there mate?

Alex reaches in to his pocket as he stops the train. He pulls out his phone and scrolls through the messages.

Alex: Doesn't say, look.

He hands Kale the phone and Kale reads the message before rolling his eyes.

Kale: 'ere mate?

Alex: Yes...

Kale: It says dessert, not desert.

Alex: Well slap my arse and call me Susie. What's in an S anyway?

Kale: Bloody hell!

Alex looks at the shack opposite them and points.

Alex: There might be titty boom boom in there. We should go find out!

The two jump off the train and head towards the bar as we fast forward, the day turning in to night and back in to the daytime. The camera spins around to show Kale Smith hugging a cactus, the needles pressed close against his skin as he sits with a blanket around his head and upper body. He starts to stir.

Kale: What the fuck?

He looks around to see Alex laying face down nearby.

Kale: Wake up man.

Alex starts to stir, pushing himself to his knees and too his feet, stumbling around.

Kale: Where the fuck are we and what the fuck did we do last night.

Alex: I got a more pressing issues me ol' mucker.

Kale: What's that?

Alex: Where the fuck are me strides?

Kale turns his head to see Alex's pants are missing. The camera stays behind Alex, capturing the look of disgust on Kale's face, and Alex's bare arse as the camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Trying to be serious
« on: June 29, 2016, 07:55:51 PM »
 The camera fades to Alex Rush sitting in a red leather chair, in an apartment high off the ground. Behind him through the window, the backdrop of London is seen, prominent in the shot is The London Eye, sitting on the banks of the river Themes. Alex is wearing a black shirt on his upper body, the camera only above his waist, his hair very messy under a black cowboy hat, on his face, an oddly serious look. A quick bright smile appears on his face.

Alex: Hello me darlings.

The bright smile quickly disappears and the serious look appears again.

Alex: Now I know ya hear I'm on the wrestling show thingy like, and you all get like big time excited cause you think alright, it's about to get fun cause I am like the TV channel in England called Dave, I am the home of witty banter but today, I got a job to do, and when I do a job, no matter how hard it is, I have to adapt to do the job well. It's a job after all innit.

Alex scratches the side of his head

Alex: I said job a lot there, I shoulda said bob-a-job and it coulda been more fun, but no, no fun today cause I got a job to do.

Alex wags his finger at the camera.

Alex: It would be naughty naughty for me to say, do something funny, wouldn't it? Like I don't know, put in a cut about here to a monkey meme, or a boobie meme.... or both.

Alex turns his head to the side, looking innocent as a picture appears on the screen.

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The camera switches back to Alex, who is laughing like crazy.

Alex: The monkey! It's looking right at her knockers! You dirty monkey! Bad monkey! Respect for having no shame monkey!

Alex's face quickly switches from laughter as his eyebrows lower and he scratches the side of his head.

Alex: Hold on a minute, that dolly bird looks really familiar....

He rolls his shoulders backwards, his head peering around the room before giving up and rolling his shoulders back with a shrug.

Alex: Can't place her though, but probably would.

He clears his throat and the serious look crosses his face.

Alex: Yeah, like anyway, enough monkeys and big round juicy jubbleys, we gotta be serious because what I'm told is the fella I'm facing this week, is a bit of a nut nut, he's a bit loopy, he's a big crackers. More crackers than Roy Hodgson picking Raheem Sterling, that was freaking crackers, and bananas, but this guy is crackers.

Alex bursts out laughing, slowly shaking his head.

Alex: I said bananas! That monkey don't want bananas! He wants coconuts!

Alex rubs his eyes with his thumb and his forefinger.

Alex: I can't even....

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He looks up with a half serious look on his face.

Alex: Ok, let's be like as serious as I can be and try not to think of the naughty monkey. Like this fella I'm facing right? He's meant to be like loony tunes or something, but it leaves me like so undecided. I mean the fella is like a vicar, ain't he?

The camera bops up and down in a nodding motion.

Alex: Feels a bit mean to give a vicar a clump round the ear. They like christen children and get people married and things like that. They go to places in Africa that only Bono and that soap dodging Geldof talk about and build things and all that polava.

Cameraman: He's an evil reverend. He attacks people with a barbed wire covered book and kidnaps people and whips them.

Alex frowns at the camera.

Alex: Well that's a bit of a bark. What a kinky bastard. How does he hold the book that is covered in barbed wire?

No response comes from the cameraman.

Alex: Well sod that for a game of toy soldiers!

A female voice calls out from off the camera.

Female voice: Allllllllllllleeeeeexxxxx

Alex calls back.

Alex: One minute you sexy beast you! Rawr!

He looks back to the camera.

Alex: Right, well vicar Shipman, I ain't feeling as bad anymore so sod it. I might actually give this match a decent go of it. Until Sunday then. Giddy up!

Alex stands up, tipping the brim of his cowboy hat, walking off the camera shot. The camera turns around to see him wearing nothing below the waist except assless chaps.

Alex: Yeehaw!

He walks in to another room as the camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / It was in me face an' everything!
« on: April 28, 2016, 08:49:36 AM »
 Through the streets of Hiroshima, we see Alex Rush - dressed in leather pants with a red stripe down each side, a black mesh see through top, his hair unkempt and wild underneath a black, round brimmed hat with a white band around it. A multi coloured scarf is tied to his wrist. Alex weaves in and out of people, while looking at the camera.

Alex: I love this place.

He waves his hands out in front of him as if he is doing a breast stroke in a swimming pool (The swimming technic you dirty minded people! Hehe, I said breast stroke! Anyways...)

Alex: They treat me like a rockstar here.

He crunches up his lips.

Alex: Can't think why.

He moves through the crowd and the cameraman speaks to him.

Cameraman: So where are we going today Alex?

Alex stops walking, his eyes wide.

Alex: Who said that?

His eyes dart around the area.

Cameraman: I did, it's the cameraman talking.

A look of relief crosses Alex's face.

Alex: Thank the God of cheese for that, I thought it was the voices in me noggin, and those guys, they argue all the time, constant yack, yack, yack. They also say chocy wocky doo dah a lot, and I dunno what that means. Maybe one of the voices is an alien and that's his language.

Cameraman: You're getting off track here Alex. Where are we going today.

Alex giggles before a serious look crosses his face.

Alex: Sorry, I just remembered someone typed breast earlier.

Cameraman: Alex!

Alex puts his hands out, moving them up and down.

Alex: Alright, alright, keep ya hair on, don't get ya knickers in a twist. I know you people can't see it, but that's an ironic statement cause he's as bald as a badger's arse, and I dunno if he's wearing knickers, but if he is, well played you kinky beast.

A sigh comes from behind the camera.

Alex: Right, look, seriousness time. You'll notice that the people at Sin City Wrestling have booked me this week, which is way up there with an unexpected tickle to the nads in terms of excitement, but me arse has been out of the ring a bit, cause I get a bit lost, on the way to the ring. Now the lad who is putting his dukes up against me, he won last week. He looked alright doing it, I don't mean like cause of all the muscles and stuff, although he does have all the muscles and stuff, I mean in the ring. I know he has all his muscles and stuff in the ring, cause he couldn't leave them backstage, but I meant like wrestling wise, so I figure I better go get some extra training and I hear Japan has some proper wicked wrestlers and schools and like Japanese death matches and ninjas, but I wanna focus on the wrestling and not the ninjas. Ninja's are pretty cool though! Shame they all shop in the same place. You'd think one day they'd mix it up and wear something like mauve, or lilac

Cameraman: Alex, you're getting off track here again.

Alex: Don't like tracks, too many trains and they hurt if they hit ya in the arse. Ok, yeah, Ryan Keys, that fella is good, he makes me giggle like a school girl with his antics... Antics, what a funny word, makes me think of an ant with a nervous tick. Either way, yeah, I need to pump ze iron and train a bit more, so I typed in wrestling in a computer thingy ma bob, and found this place.

Alex points to a doorway, with Japanese writing above it. He grins widely at the camera.

Alex: See, we was 'ere all along and you didn't know it.

Cameraman: Are you sure this is the right place?

Alex: Well me Japanese is a little rusty, but yeah, this is the place, come on.

Alex pushes the door open and walks in, the cameraman following him in. He looks around as huge men in mawashis are seen. Alex scratches his head.

Cameraman: Alex, this is a sumo wrestling school.

Alex looks at the camera.

Alex: Oh nut sacks!

A small Japanese man moves towards Alex, his eyes excited.

Man: Mr Rush-san, I am Mr Sato! Welcome to our sumo school. I was so excited to hear SCW star was coming here to learn our skills.

Alex: Yeah, about that squire, I thought it was like the other wrestling, with like explosive boards, and barbed wire, and those fit little birds in tight shorts showing off an arse cheek or two, and their bangers all over the place.

As a sumo wrestler turns around, Alex tilts his head.

Alex: I guess that fella is showing off more that an arse cheek or two, he has enough arse cheek for like twenty people.

Sato: This is sumo school Mr Rush-san. We teach art of sumo wrestling here.

Alex runs his hand through his hair, looking at men in the circle outlined ring, charging in to each other, he looks at Mr Sato.

Alex: Ah what the heck, seems like fun!

Sato: Excellent Mr Rush-san, follow me, we will put you in the right attire.

Mr Sato points towards the door in the corner and leads Alex there. Ten minutes later, Alex appears dressed in just a mawashi and nothing else.

Alex: This ain't half riding up me bum.

Alex pulls at the mawashi as he walks across to Mr Sato, waiting in the circle. Mr Sato calls a sumo to face Alex. A huge man steps in to the circle, causing Alex to look up to him.

Alex: Bloody hell, he's a big lad, ain't he? I bet when the dinner bell rung, this fella was knocking down trees to get to the table.

Mr Sato holds out a bowl of salt in front of Alex, Alex looks at it and to Mr Sato.

Alex: Blimey, I didn't know we was allowed to do a line of Charlie before we got to smash in to each other.

Cameraman: It's salt Alex.

Alex: Oh, no thanks matey, trying to cut down on me salt intake, unless I got some chips, cause nothing like covering some chips in salt and vinegar.

Sato: It is to purify the ring Mr Rush-san.

Alex watches as his opponent reaches in to the bowl and takes a handful and throws it around the ring.

Alex: Gotcha, right! He's good at that, ain't he?

Alex jolts his head towards the sumo and reaches in to the bowl and takes a hand full, throwing it around the ring. He moves back to where Mr Sato points and copies his opponent, lifting his left leg out, then his right and getting in a sumo stance. Sato calls for the match to start and Alex charges at his opponent, quickly bouncing off the larger framed man and falling on his rear!

Alex: Owww me arse! That's the first time I've had boobies in me face and I didn't like it.

Alex quickly gets up and runs at the man, who lifts Alex upside, Alex's face in the man's mid section.

Alex: It's hitting me in the face! His doodah is whacking me in the face! It's everywhere!  Don't like, don't like!

The man drops Alex safely down and Alex scrambles behind the man, and jumps to his feet, grabbing the back of the mawashi.

Alex: Atomic wedgie!

Alex pulls upwards on the mawashi to no effect and the sumo laughs, but Alex moves his hands up the man and tickles him, causing the man to burst out in laughter, moving towards the edge of the circle.

Alex: If ya can't beat 'em, tickle 'em!

The sumo spins around and grabs Alex by the arm and hip tosses him out of the circle. Alex lands hard on his rear. (hahahahaha, hard on! Focus Alex, focus!) Mr Sato calls and end to the fight as Alex slowly gets to his feet.

Alex: I'm gonna need more practice here. If Ryan uses sumo against me, right now, I'm screwed more than a bird on a night out with Premier League footballers.

Alex stands up as the camera fades.  

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Climax Control Archives / Interview Numero Uno
« on: March 08, 2016, 08:12:33 AM »
 While most SCW stars were looking forward to getting out of Eureka, California as quickly as they could to be home with their friends and family, SCW's latest signing was not. Alex Rush sits in the hotel lobby of the Best Western Plus Bayshore Inn, dressed in leather pants with a studded belt, and a black T-shirt with a union jack looking like it's painted on the front, and black scarf tied around his head. Alex sits at a table on his own, looking around at the early morning hotel guests moving past him. Pussy Willow rushes over to him, followed by a camera crew.

Pussy: Alex Rush...

Alex stands up, his eyes on Pussy's ample bosom.

Alex: Funny that, that's my name too.

Alex runs his tongue along his lips, his eyes fixated on her chest.

Alex: Which one do you want me to sign? The left or the right.

Pussy: No, I...

Alex puts a finger up to the direction of Pussy Willow's lips.

Alex: Listen love, it's a bit early for me to come get my end away with ya, because I'm meant to be here meeting someone to talk business, but if ya come back in like half an hour, we'll find a haystack to have a right good roll around in.

Pussy clears her throat, putting her hand under Alex's chin and raising it so his eyes can meet her gaze.

Alex: Not the best pair of something I've seen today but your eyes run a close second, you bangers there just about win though.

Pussy: I'm Pussy Willow and I'm here to interview you for SCW.

Alex raises an eyebrow has the left side of his lip curls upwards.

Alex: I knew a dolly bird called Pussy once. She was a stripper called Pussy Galore, do ya know her?

Pussy: No.

Alex: Shame, she did this top trick with ping pong balls, made ya wonder where she kept them all.

Pussy: Well I was sent his by Christian Underwood to sit down and do your first official interview for SCW.

Alex: All right then, rest ya bum over there.

Alex points to a chair opposite him and Pussy moves around the table, sitting opposite Alex as he retakes his own seat. He looks at Pussy with his hands pressed together and his head tilted.

Alex: So what shall we talk about? Politics? Science? Geography? Did you know there was a town just down the road from here called Weed?

Alex turns his head to the camera, looking straight down it.

Alex: I shit you not, it's a real place, look it up.

Alex turns his head back to Pussy.

Pussy: I wanna talk about you.

Alex points both his thumbs to himself.

Alex: Moi? That's me favourite subject.

Pussy: What made you want to make the move from music to wrestling?

Alex twirls his hair around in his finger.

Alex: Boredom.

A confused look appears on Pussy's face.

Pussy: Boredom?

Alex: Nah, I'm just kidding. I never get bored, I mean how can you get bored shagging around from town to town and getting pissed up for free? I wanted to be a wrestler because it's an art form, and I like art. You have to be focused and me manager says I'm the least focused person on earth.

Alex turns his head as three women walk past, his eyes instantly moving to their rear ends. He points to the middle one, than once to her left, then the one on the far right.

Alex: 1 pint, 3 pints, and a bottle of scotch.

Pussy looks bemused.

Pussy: What?

Alex: It's me rating system on how much I'd need to drink to do the nasty with them. Anyway, what was you saying?

Pussy: You was saying that your manager thinks you're the most unfocused person on earth.

Alex: Yeah, not sure where he gets that idea from.

Alex looks again at the women as they exit the hotel.

Alex: Defo 1 pint, 3 pints and a bottle there.

Alex turns back towards Pussy, once again putting his hands together.

Alex: But yeah, you need to be so focused in wrestling or the chap you're in the ring with might drop ya on ya nut and I've been dropped on me head a few times and it bloody hurts. He said more focus would make me a better person and I always liked wrestling. It makes perfect sense for me to be here.

Pussy: None of that really makes sense.

Alex: That's a shame.

Pussy: Ummmm, ok. What's your first impressions of SCW?

Alex nods his head slowly as if to contemplate the answer.

Alex: My first impressions is that it's a wrestling company.

Pussy shoots a desperate look towards her shrugging cameraman, before looking back to Alex.

Pussy: I see you're making friends already.

Alex: I am, who with?

Pussy: With Travis Nathaniel Andrews.

A serious look crosses Alex's face as he waves a finger in front of Pussy.

Alex: Oh no, for what he did, he's not a friend. I think he's a complete and utter wanker.

Pussy closes her eyes and inhales sharply.

Pussy: That was meant to be tongue in cheek.

Alex raises his eyebrows rapidly.

Alex: You like tongue in ya cheeks? You naughty, naughty girl.... I like it.

Pussy chooses to ignore Alex's blatent innuendo and decides to push on with the interview.

Pussy: Have you gone out of your way to get to know your new co-workers?

Alex: Yes, I followed them all on Twitter.

Pussy: That's it?

Alex: Yes, that is it. You learn a lot about people when they're tweeting away.

Pussy: What have you learned about your fellow co-workers?

Alex: That they moan more than a pornstar faking a big finale. I do like some of them because they're plain weird and weird is good.

Pussy: Well you make your debut on Sunday against Chris Burden. What have you learned about him?

Alex: That he doesn't have Twitter.

Pussy slaps her own head, shaking it slowly.

Alex: He probably don't have a phone or something.

Pussy looks up, opening her eyes and looking at Alex with a look of disbelief on her face.

Pussy: Why wouldn't he have a phone?

Alex: Maybe he's Amish. I knew a fella that was Amish, name was Hamish.... Wait, maybe him name was Amish and he was Hamish. Never could remember.

Another look of disbelief crosses her face.

Pussy: Is that all you know?

Alex: That is not all I know. I have this thing called Google right and it says that the fella likes to have a pint or fifteen and I can respect that, cause I like a few cold ones for breakfast at times, and that I think he's also a ninja or something cause he likes to kick people a lot. It's a shame I have to face him, cause I like drinking and I wanted to be like a ninja when I was a kid and he seems like a drunk ninja, and a drunk ninja would be cool love. Could you imagine throwing a death star thing when you've had a few? You don't think he'll bring death stars, do ya?

Pussy slowly shakes her head.

Pussy: I wouldn't have thought so.

Alex: Oh good, cause that would not be fun if I gotta dance around ninja death stars. Doesn't matter anyway because this is the classic story of good Vs evil cause I'm the good guy and he's the bad guy and the good guys always win anyway. Good guys come out on top all the time and I love being on top... Not on a dude but I will be on top of this dude so hard... Wait, that didn't sound right.

Alex frowns

Alex: I'm sure you all know what I mean. Moving swiftly on. I know what that fella with the stupid face who came down and kicked me on Sunday meant about being a real wrestler, but I'm gonna prove I'm a real wrestler and when I win this match, I want him to come to the ring so I can kick him in the teeth and poke me tongue out at him cause real wrestlers have to start somewhere and I'm gonna start by beating this Chris Burden fella just to show the world that I can, and it would look super cool of me.

Alex looks Pussy up and down.

Alex: Anyway, now we spoke about me and how I'm gonna win me match, how about we find ourselves that haystack?

Pussy rolls her eyes and sighs before stand up and walking away from Alex as he look down the camera before it fades.

Alex: I think she likes me.

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