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« on: May 22, 2016, 07:33:34 PM »
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« Reply #1 on: May 27, 2016, 07:12:17 PM »
 
"For The Chickens!"
Part One
A Most Radical Promo!


Following Climax Control 05/22/2016
Osaka, Japan

I know, right! Not the most outrageous way to kick off a most radical promo... ha! See what we did there? We used the term 'radical' to describe a promo by one-half of the Surf Boys who is also named... well, you get the idea.

Not the best way to end the evening for the former World Tag Team Champions, Narly and Radical (see?) aka the Surf Boys. Okay, so they lost their match against Joshua Acquin and Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Big deal! It wouldn't be their first loss, and there would be plenty more matches down the road for them to lose ...

**shakes head**

Well you know what we mean!

The point being, it was what happened after their loss to Andrews and Acquin that had them most bummed, as they were the victims of an all-out assault by the debuting Bad Company, aka Johnny Tsunami and Caleb Houston. Sure, it was great to have a fresh faced tag team on the scene, but dude! C'mon! Wasn't there some other way to show your face without it being at the expense of our beloved underdog surfers?

Radical: Dude...

Narly: Dude...

Dude!

Surf Boys: WHAT!?

The two Surfers glance around the dressing room, seeing nobody around save for the other Superstars of Sin City Wrestling getting set to take their turn in the spotlight and set foot inside of the ring. Hopefully their turn around would be better off than their own! And not to worry! We timed this hear flashback just so, so no male unmentionables would sear their way into the minds of your average reader.

Get your mind out of the gutter, our most aggrieved Fangirl Maggie!

Seeing nobody come forth with interrupting their 'dude exchange,' but garnering more than their fair share of oddball expressions (you'd think they'd be used to that by now), they turned back to gaze at their reflections in the mirror. They winced at what they saw and almost wished immediately that they hadn't done so.

Narly: Dude! You look as bad as I feel!

Radical: So frightfully sorry my most outrageous bro-amigo! I didn't mean to!

They sighed at the sight of their faces which now sported massive bruises and abrasions. Radical's lips were swollen and split, and Narly's nose had dried blood beneath it and it threatened to continue. Both faces threatened shiners and Radical's eye looked as if it might threaten to swell shut.

Narly: It's not your fault, dude of dudes! It's not as if you plowed your face into the canvas.

Radical: Cha! And I dare say you didn't play GoWhackANoggin with the turnbuckles!

Narly: Yah!

Radical: Yah!

There was then a short rap on the dressing room door and it slowly opened.

Christian Underwood: Hey are you fellows decent?

From somewhere in the off-screen annals of this promo, one heard Jamie Dean call out...

"No but if you give us a few minutes, we could arrange it!"

There was scattered laughter from the fellas making use of the dressing room, and Radical turned around and pointed off screen.

Radical: Behave, Twink Of Twerk -- whatever that means! We can't do such things!

Narly turned to his tag partner and leaned in to covertly whisper.

Narly: Why not?

Radical blinked, a blank expression on his face. Yeah. Why not? I mean, he shook his head, scattering his thoughts from wherever they made a mess in his noggin, then turned back to whisper to Narly.

Radical: Because ... this here promo is rated G.

Narly: Oh....

He shrugged.

Narly: Nothing wrong with a G rated promo ... so long as it has lots of sex and violence.

Radical: For sure! ... Wait, what?

Given nobody said otherwise, the dressing room door creaked open just wide enough for the medical examiner to slip in, followed by Christian. You know him I am going to assume. Christian turned briefly to the men who shall remain nameless in this here guest spot...

Christian: You guys go about your business. I'm just here to get these boys checked out.

Surf Boys: Who?

Christian turned to the Surf Boys and flinched.

Christian: Holy... those two really did a number on you two!

Narly: Hey I'd be less worried about us and more worried about those spots all over your face!

Christian shared a glance with the examiner, then at a couple of the Superstars who had either finished getting ready for their matches to watch this little interchange, or were finishing up their post-match shenanigans to call it a night. Christian covertly stole a look-see into the mirror behind the Surf Boys, then shook his head.

Christian: Guys, you really should have waited for this gentleman here...

He motioned toward the medical examiner.

Christian: Before you shined a flashlight into your own eyes to check for injuries.

Narly and Radical look at one another with wide eyes, or as wide as their swollen eyes could get.

Radical: Busted!

Narly: Totally! It's almost like he knew!

The Surf Boys looked towards you -- the reader -- before they turned back to Christian and the examiner who was whispering to him. Christian then shook his head.

Christian: No, I doubt they need a Cat scan. They'ree always like this.

Narly looked to Radical.

Narly: Like what?

Radical shrugged.

Radical: Search me!

Narly: Well I don't see the point, but alright.

Narly then spun Radical around by the shoulders and pushed him up against the locker room wall and started to frisk him.

Radical: Whoa, dude! Watch the hands! This is just like that exam at the airport! And she wouldn't buy me dinner first either!

Christian: Guys?

The boss dude man tapped Narly on the shoulder and led him away from his partner who turned back around. Christian guided the two to sit on the bench in front of their conjoined lockers and this left the examiner to begin checking on the two beat up young men.

Radical: Is this like, totally necessary?

Narly: Yah! So they knocked a few screws loose. They'll work their way back in sooner or later.

Christian: Better safe than sorry guys. I want to make sure you two guys are alright. I have a mind to be sending you two to Tokyo.

Narly: Oh no!

Radical: Not Tokyo!

Narly: ANYTHING but Tokyo!

The Surf Boys looked toward one another, then calmly at Christian.

Radical: Why Tokyo?

As the examiner started to check out Radical, Christian answered...

Christian: Because with Tsunami and Houston jumping the gun the way they did, I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone.

Narly: Aww! Not the birds! Haven't they been through enough!?

Radical: Yeah! I most heartily agree!

Christian paused to close his eyes and exhale through pursed lips.

Christian: I mean ... that Bad Company are going to need a debut match ... and I thought you two would like to get some payback.

Narly: Yeah!

Radical: That's right!

Narly: For what?

Christian looked into the camera.

Christian: I should have let Mark handle this!

Christian looked back to Narly and Radical.

Christian: For what they did to you two just now!

Surf Boys: Riiiiight!

Narly and Radical looked at each other and bobbed their heads.

Narly: That wasn't very welcoming of them, was it?

Radical: `Fraid not, my most dude of amigos! It wasn't very friendly of them at all! We just have a hard fought match with TNAcquin and then Bad Company ... well They'ree not very good company!

Narly: Yeah!

They nod to one another and then back at Christian.

Radical: Count us in!

Narly: Yeah! If it's a welcome wagon Bad Company wants, well we'll roll out that red carpet in Tokyo! I'll make them regret turning my buddy here into Frankenstein's stunt double!

Radical: Yeah! .. Huh? I mean, and they'll answer for making my pal here's lip look like meatloaf!

The Surf Boys look to each other.

Surf Boys: Meatloaf...

Together they shuddered. Christian sighed and looked to the examiner.

Christian: Are they going to be okay?

Examiner: I still think they need to get their brains checked, but if you say this is how they act, then I'll take your word for it. They're banged up, but just need some rest and they'll heal up in plenty of time.

Christian nodded and turned to the Surf Boys.

Christian: Thank you. Guys? You've got the match. Surf Boys versus Bad Company in Tokyo.

Surf Boys: AWESOME!

They jumped to their feet and went for a chest bump into one another, but accidentally collided with a pair of head butts to each others' noggins and collapsed to the floor. The examiner looked over them, then raised a brow at Christian.

Christian: I swear that's just how they act!
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« Reply #2 on: May 28, 2016, 11:30:29 PM »
 The Tsunami Thrill Ride – Chapter One - "Hooked On A Feeling"

I didn’t have very good parents. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna sit here and tell you that lame ass story…I know you don’t give a fuck about it and to be honest, it’s pretty boring. My parents were not good to me in the sense that they had no fucking clue what they were doing. My mom has wised up over the years, thanks to a decent second husband, but my Pops? He was always more like my big brother than a father figure and at least he knew it. He was a terrible husband. He would gamble, cheat, steal, sell drugs, he was in and out of jail…. You name it, he did it. But none of that mattered to me. To me…he was the coolest fucking homie around. But in order for you to understand some of my story, you’ve got to understand their story…

Peggy Lane Deiterschmidt was born in Dearborn, Michigan in the middle of a sweltering August in 1975. She was the daughter of John Michael Deiterschmidt and Louise Deiterschmidt nee Wilson. John was a hard working stamper who spent nearly 40 years standing in the same spot in a Ford factory. Nearly every Ford engine block made from 1968 to 1995 was stamped by that motherfucker. He was as tough as sandpaper and about as nice as a raging bull. But for some reason, that beautiful angel Louise Wilson fell for him in the early 1960’s. In the midst of the sexual revolution, a bright-eyed Blondie from Williamston, Michigan fell for the most old school son of a bitch she could find. For all the shit that man gave my mom, and for all the beatings he threw my Uncle Jack’s way…he treated that lady like the saint she was. They were married in 1972 and had Jack in 1974. A year later…out came Peggy Lane.

From the stories past down my way, Peggy was a great kid. She kept her head down and her nose clean. She had bright blonde hair and incredibly big brown eyes. Peggy was a looker, but she didn’t know it. She wore jeans and long skirts with turtlenecks and ugly sweaters. She was a bit of a nerd. She was a star field hockey player and a straight A+ student. That’s exactly why it was such a shock when she brought Keith McBride home for dinner. Keith was a ruffian. Four years her senior, he wore a tight leather jacket and looked more like a greaser from the 1950’s than most of the new jack swing guys running around in the early 90’s. He had brown hair that always seemed darker because it was dirty and he had scruff on his face in a time when it was definitely not popular or sexy. He didn’t shower very often and drove a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, which really pissed John off. You see, John worked for Ford and as far as he was concerned you only drove one brand of automobile.

Keith, and I call him Keith and not Dad because he forbids the word to this day, was from Boston. He grew up in Charlestown in the south side of the city and moved out west when he turned 18 because he was hoping to start a new life. He came from a broken home of his own. His mom, Jenny McBride, was a hard worker who didn’t know much about being a mom or an adult. His dad, who was some douchebag with a motorcycle apparently, split before he was born. I didn’t know much about Grandma Jenny as Keith rarely spoke about her. She past away just before his 18th birthday, right before he moved out to Michigan in 1988. He struggled to hold down a steady gig and in 1989 he found himself in some shit. He was arrested on some petty burglary charges. He and his buddy, Rod, were breaking into cars and stealing anything they could get their hands on. They’d pawn whatever they could to score some shit and then rinse and repeat. Eventually they got bagged because they broke the passenger side window of an unmarked cop car. He served eight months in a small county jail before getting out and grabbing a job as a mechanic at a local gas station. The gas station had a car wash and three afternoons a week; a pretty young girl named Peggy from Dearborn worked the cash register.

From what Keith tells me, it started out pretty cute. He’d bring her a pop or an ice cream and they’d flirt. Keith wasn’t like anyone else Peggy knew. He had a thick Boston accent and a look about him that screamed ‘I don’t give a fuck.’ The connection was instant and heavy. Before long they were sneaking around the back of the gas stations and hookin’ up. Keith always said that Peggy was his greatest love and believe you me, had many. After just a few months, Peggy brought him home for dinner. Louise was a good, accepting woman. She took Johnny for what he was. A good looking cat who probably got a raw deal in life but was trying pretty hard to impress the parents of the girl he loved. He showed up for dinner with flowers for Louise and a box of cigars for John. Peggy had mentioned to him how much he loved cigars so Keith went all out. He brought out all the stops. It didn’t work, not even a little bit. John fucking hated him. He hated him so much he stopped dinner in the middle and asked him to leave. True story. John knew that Keith was bad news for Peggy from the second that Irish grease ball walked through the front door. He wanted to throw him out right there but it took him until halfway through dinner to work up the nerve. Keith, being smart enough to know that he was in a battle he wasn’t going to win, politely thanked Louise for the dinner and then gave Peggy a giant smooch right in front of John. He gave his future father-in-law a handshake and left. What John didn’t know was that Keith and his buddy Rod came back at about three in the morning and pissed all over his Ford Taurus. That was Keith…he’d smile to your face and get you back when you weren’t looking.

Despite the obvious objections of John and Louise, Peggy Lane Deiterschmidt became Peggy Lane McBride on February 14th, 1992. It was a Valentine’s Day wedding in a courthouse. Keith wore a tie. His buddy Rod Foley was his best man. Rod was a total piece of shit douchebag. Of all the bad shit that happened between my mom and Keith, Rod was the root of almost all of it. Anyway, that’s a story for another chapter. My parent’s were happy as shit when they got married. They honeymooned up in Traverse City and about nine and a half months later, this dude popped out. The struggle was real for my newlywed parents. They lived in a small one-bedroom apartment above a drug store in Dearborn. Keith was still working as a mechanic, although he had been through a few jobs since he met Peggy. She was secretary at a small law office just up the street from our apartment. As much as Keith loved my mom, h figured out real quick that he didn’t like being married. He started staying out late and eventually just stopped coming home at night some times. When my mom confronted him he would just shrug it off. This would lead to pretty crazy fights. On more than one occasion, people at the drug store downstairs would call the police on them. Peggy was a quiet girl, still is, but boy could my pops just get her going. All the while I was just a baby, spending my first few months in this crazy fucked up world in that crazy fucked up scenario. It didn’t take long, my mom filed for divorce in early 1994. We packed up and moved in with John and Louise and Keith headed for Miami, greener and bluer pastures.

My earliest memories are of my grandparent’s house in Dearborn. Separating from Keith and moving back in with them was probably the best thing that ever happened to Peggy. She was able to go back to school and work on her degree and I got to stay at home with Louise, which was probably the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Mom was a great lady and turned out to be a pretty decent mom, but that wouldn’t happen for years. Mom needed to grow up and Louise was perfectly fine to watch over me while she did. John was happy too, especially because Keith was out of the picture. He was willing to do anything to prevent mom and him from getting back together. Keith would call and write all the time. He’d tell my mom how stupid he was and how he missed her and Peggy would just eat that shit up. She’d tell her parents that when Keith came back from Florida they were gonna move back in together and try it again and sure enough, Christmas of 1995, Keith came back. His hair was longer and gone were the scruffy face and the tight leather jacket. They were replaced by silk shirts, pleated pants, and an earring in his left ear. By some miracle, mom had convinced John to let him stay in the basement until he found an apartment. Thing is, it only took him a couple of weeks. He got a job as a salesman at a local used car dealership and was apparently making some decent coin. He rented a small condo in Southfield and Peggy packed me up and we moved in just around what would’ve been there fourth wedding anniversary. Three weeks later they were married again, another courthouse wedding with Rod Foley as his best man.

I remember that condo. It had burgundy walls and a white carpet that Keith was always yelling at me about for getting dirty. Mom had finished her degree and was now teaching English at a local high school. Keith was knocking it out of the park at work and making lots dough and everything seemed to be going really well. Everything seemed to be perfect. So naturally, something catastrophic had to happen and fuck everything up. And that catastrophic thing…well that was just Keith. It was in the middle of the night when the police came banging on the door. I don’t remember all of this point of my life but I sure as fuck remember this night. They arrested Keith and my mom and called social services to come get me. Luckily someone decided to get John and Louise on the phone to come get me. Apparently Keith wasn’t exactly making his money at the used car dealership. In fact, the whole reason he ended up coming back to Michigan wasn’t for my mom or me. It was to traffic cocaine from a connection he made in Miami. He had been doing it for months and was making a killing. My mom, bless her, had no clue. The five-o let her go pretty quickly but my pops wasn’t going anywhere. As my mom packed all of our shit up and headed back to John and Louise’s, Keith was pleading guilty and getting sentenced to five years in prison. My mom was twenty-one and divorced twice and my father was in prison. I never had a fucking chance.



”It ain’t personal. I like you guys. You come out and do that surf dudes thing and it works for you. It really does. I mean I can’t say a bad word about either one of you guys. Truth is….I didn’t even want to go out there. I just did what I was told had to be done. I ain’t a bad guy. I’m just a guy trying to make a buck and get noticed. But from what I’ve heard I got pretty fucking noticed. Sorry it had to come at your expense. I gotta be honest, it was pretty radical to be back in a SCW ring again. To hear that crowd and feel that excitement, I was totally amped up. I can’t wait to get back out there and do it again. It’s a shame that its gonna come at your expense again. It’s not intentional brosephs, it’s just the way this shit is shaking out. Truth is, I would’ve thought we’d get a crack at those tag belts. I mean…look at us. We deserve it…for sure. But it’s totally narly that we get to go at it. I mean a PPV match? That shit’s legit.”

“I know I ain’t got much to say to you guys but the truth is I really just don’t give a shit. I’ll show up next week because that’s the thing I’m supposed to do. Maybe we’ll and maybe you’ll win. Does it matter? I mean hey, we all get paychecks no matter what, right? And that’s what’s important. I got some stuff to do and I need that paper to do it so no hard feelings ok? Good luck out there next Sunday. It’ll be fun no matter what….”
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« Reply #3 on: May 29, 2016, 07:37:08 AM »
 We are now in the second RP period.

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« Reply #4 on: June 03, 2016, 11:43:39 PM »
 And this is trash. Had to write it on my phone. Was expecting to get back to my computer before deadline to post my actual rp, but that didn't happen. Apologies to all for this.


To Whom It May Concern,

I sit here wondering what has changed in my life since my last trip through the walls of Sin City Wrestling? And what it was exactly that brought me back? Let’s face it. The last time you all saw me it was a very … toxic situation I guess you could say. My life was in ruins, and I couldn’t figure out which way was up. I was kind of just going through the motions. Sure, I’ll say it. I was just collecting a paycheck. Trying to see how high I could get with each passing night. Now, the second part of this question. What brought me back? Well, it’s quite simple. A certain force of nature had been in my ear for quite some time. And it was all finished with a BAANG. Now, there’s going to be a little Bad Company floating around the halls of Sin City Wrestling. I’d be willing to be there are quite a few unhappy people backstage. Well, I guess the only thing I can say to you is meet me between the ropes anytime you’re feeling froggy.

Into The Void marks my first match in a SCW ring in a little over a year. The focus this week lies on the Surf Boys. But in reality these guys here, are just a warm up for the bigger picture. Before I even agreed to come back to SCW Johnny and I had a long conversation about the future. Our future, and the future of the Tag Team Division. It’s safe to say things around here has been a little lacking in that area. It’s the beginning of the end for the rest of the division.

Surfer Boys. Your career will is going Down in Flames

With Love,
Caleb Houston
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