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NRWF Carnage: Week Six

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Marq:
(OOC: Deadline is 11:59PM, March 20th, UK-time.)

MEMO

From: M. Abriko
To: NRWF Interns

RE: NRWF Carnage: Week Six

Writers,

To reiterate the state of this company after last week's fiasco: We're fucked. But we're not gonna take this lying down, are you? Let's come back and show everyone what we're made of by starting fresh, yeah? Now, with less of you in the internship, we at Creative are working overtime to put over some guys hungry for the spotlight, so no worries on filling out the show. Otherwise? You're in the final four. Let's show the IWC exactly why that is.

Oh -- and before I forget -- we're all hoping Darrius gets jobbed out in the TFWF. You better be, too.

Opening segment: In-Ring Promo
Workers involved: Jericho Price/Special Guest (?!)
Writers needed: MDK

So, after all the news, there was one guy on our roster who probably took the most offense to those two douchebags leaving, and lucky for us, it's the one man widely considered the face of the NRWF. Who is it? Johnny fucking Revolver, and not even a serious leg injury can stop this man from coming out and entertaining the fans. Crutches and all, J-Rev's gonna come right down to that ring to start us off and get the crowd riled up, absolutely burying both King and Bones in typical humorous J-Rev fashion. Now, we don't wanna give the TFWF too much publicity (like they fucking need it), but once that's done, go right into why the NRWF is the future of wrestling. Put over THREE of our NRWF superstars, your choices (and be creative), but specifically leave out the Union Jackal. Once that happens, a pissed-off Price comes out to basically talk trash to the injured Revolver about not knowing what he's talking about, etc. and have Johnny challenge Price for a match with a mystery opponent of J-Rev's choosing, to be revealed later. Price accepts the challenge, and we're off to commercial. Play up the mystery, too, as it's our big angle tonight.

Second segment: Backstage Angle
Workers involved: Grant Goodson/Lee Gardner/Jinx Holiday
Writers needed: Kieran King

After the craziness of our first segment, we're gonna bring it down to earth a bit by focusing on something that we definitely don't want to ignore -- OUR MAIN TITLE'S BEEN VACATED AGAIN. So, let's start off with Jinx and Lee talking about rumors they've heard about the championship commission putting a .tournament together for our special 3-hour "Maximum Carnage" in a few weeks. Use this as an opportunity to put over both guys' personalities over for a bit until Grant Goodson comes around to not only confirm the rumors, but also that (due to his family's legacy), he's already been generously given a bye from the commission for the tournament. Obviously, have the old-school Gardner take offense to this (even play up the now-abandoned angle with Bones/Salem) when out of nowhere, Grant does something to REALLY get his goat before cowardly bolting off. Leave the segment with Gardner offering a grave warning after Grant's makes his exit

Third segment: Backstage Angle
Workers involved: Chance Delfino/Jericho Price
Writers needed: David

After the last match, we're gonna cut right to Jericho who's on a path of rage trying to figure out who Revolver's hand-picked opponent is going to be. Naturally, he heads right to Chance Delfino's locker room (Chance being a personal favorite of J-Rev's) and swears it's him, only for Delfino to disappoint him by saying it isn't. However -- he DOES know who it is, so let's use this to play up Chance's cocky, trickster side to mess with Price. Remember, when it comes to Chance now, think the younger, brasher, and less seasoned Revolver, alright? Anywho, let's have Jericho leaving in a huff, only for him to come back and blindside Chance. Now, Price's last line should be something especially good considering we do the big reveal at the end of the next match.

Final segment: Backstage Angle
Workers involved: Hale/Special Guest (?!)
Writers needed: Reaper

Oh, lordy -- this is gonna be a tense one. Let's kick this one off with Johnny Revolver standing by with Madison who asks if he's going to reveal his hand-picked opponent for Jericho Price. Have Revolver joke around a bit about who he could have picked, but then have him get serious before putting over his choice -- HALE. Now, considering these two fucking HATE each other in real-life, it should be real interesting to have that intensity in one room. Anywho, have our resident apex predator speak with Johnny for just a little bit -- maybe go into some history between them over the past two months or so -- before finally saying that he's going to destroy Price not for Revolver, but to show the entire NRWF one thing. What that is? Gonna be up to you, sir. :)

Marq:
Show breakdown:

Opening Segment: Jericho Price/Special Guest (?!)

Singles Match: Robert Wise vs. Red Cheetah

Second segment: Lee Gardner/Jinx/Grant Goodson

Singles match: "Headbutt" McHaggis vs. Patrick Pines

Third segment: Jericho Price/Chance Delfino

Tag team match: Lee/Jinx vs. Stormfront Inc.

Final segment: Hale/Special Guest (?!)

Singles match: Jericho Price vs. Hale

Jose The Law Ramon:
[CUT TO PRICE, TOSSING DIFFERENT ITEMS AROUND AS HE STOMPS ON A WAR PATH, PULLING ASIDE ONE OF THE NRWF’S RANDOM WORKERS.]

JP: Do YOU know who Revolver brought in?

[PRICE SHOVES THE MAN ASIDE WHEN HE SHAKES HIS HEAD AS HE CONTINUES ON, PUSHING ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE COMING UP TO THE LOCKER ROOM OF CHANCE. CROWD POP AS PRICE BURSTS IN TO CHANCE SHUFFLING A DECK OF CARDS AND SLIDING THEM AROUND, SHOWING NUMEROUS CARD-DEALING TRICKS AS HE LOOKS UP WITH A SMIRK ON HIS FACE.]

CD: Feelin’ lucky today, Price? Then step right up and test your luck. Or –

[CHANCE SETS THE CARDS ASIDE AS HE PULLS OUT WHAT APPEARS TO BE A MINIATURE ROULETTE WHEEL.]

CD: You could always just… take a chance.

[PRICE GIVES A SARCASTIC LAUGH AND SMILE BEFORE PUSHING ASIDE THE WHEEL AND CARDS AS HE PUSHES CHANCE UP AGAINST THE WALL.]

JP: Look, I don’t have times for stupid games or silly catchphrases or all that other crap you think is so cool right now. Just tell me right now that Johnny Revolver decided to call on you so that I can SHOW him what a joke it is to think you’re going to beat me.

[DELFINO GIVES A SHORT LAUGH AS HE PUSHES PRICE OFF OF HIM.]

CD: I appreciate the flattery of thinking Johnny would choose me. After all, I’ve been told we share a lot of characteristics, including our naturally good looks.

[CHANCE DOES A DRAMATIC HAIR TOSS TO THE ANNOYANCE OF PRICE.]

CD: But truth is that after a roll of the dice, the odds had something else in mind for me. But I will say this though – Revolver did let me in on his pick, and oh boy do I have to say it’s a doozy. I really wouldn’t want to be you later tonight.

[CHANCE GIVES A LAUGH, AS PRICE’S FACE GROWS RED WHILE HE BALLS HIS FISTS UP. HE CALMS DOWN FOR A MOMENT AS HE WALKS AWAY, BUT WHEN CHANCE TURNS HIS BACK PRICE CHARGES AND KNOCKS PRICE DOWN WITH A HARD SHOT TO THE BACK, KICKING HIM WHILE HE’S DOWN FOR GOOD MEASURE.]

JP: I don’t deal in odds – I just level the playing field.

[PRICE STOMPS OFF IN ANOTHER RAMPAGE AS WE STAY WITH DELFINO, LYING HURT AND NEAR HELPLESS ON THE FLOOR.]

Kieran King:
(The camera opens up in the locker room area, with Jinx Holiday sitting on a bench playing a very old looking Gameboy. Lee Gardner paces slowly nearby.)

Gardner: “To be honest, I don’t even know why I was surprised by this. That asshole never had a decent bone in his body.”

(Jinx looks up from his game at this point, a glimmer in his eye and a cheeky grin on his face.)

Jinx: “You mean “Bones” was... boneless?”

(He clearly finds this much funnier than Lee, or anybody else would.)

Gardner: “Spineless is more like it.”

Jinx: “How about boner-less? Ha! That dirty ol’ grampa probably pops more blue pills than Hugh Hefner.”

(Gardner furrows his brow, looking down at Jinx in a sort of bewilderment. Jinx, however, takes this as a sign of anger.)

Jinx: “Oh... uh... sorry.”

Gardner: “For what?”

Jinx: “For the Viagra thing... you know, because he’s old, and Hugh Hefner’s old, and you’re old, and your... thingee is old, and I’m all of a sudden thinking that I might stop talking now.”

Gardner: “Good idea.”

(A brief pause, as Gardner tries to get back on track.)

Gardner: “Then there’s King as well. The title’s vacant... again. I wonder how they’re going to handle that. Probably a battle royal or something”.

Jinx: “A tournament”.

Gardner: “Or that”.

Jinx: “No, I mean that’s what they’re doing.”

Gardner: “Who told you that?”

Jinx: “That guy”...

(Jinx points past the camera to the guy holding the microphone. The camera even turns towards him briefly.)

Jinx: “Hi Steve!”

(Steve, the mic-guy nervously waves before motioning for the camera to focus back on the two wrestlers, just in time to catch the end of Jinx also waving.)

Gardner: “What else do you know?”

Jinx: “Nothing else really. Just that it’s going to happen on that mega-sized Maximal Carnage show”.

Gardner: “Maximum Carnage”.

Jinx: “Yeah, that’s the one.”

Gardner: “Hmph... I guess that makes sense.”

Jinx: “You’ve probably seen this sort of thing before ri... YES! Charizard learned Flamethrower!”

(A voice comes from off camera.)

Voice: “Typical. They just keep putting you on baby-sitting duty, don’t they, Lee?”

(Grant Goodson walks on camera in streetwear. Gardner steps in to confront him, and while Jinx at first pays attention, he focuses more on his game as the conversation continues.)

Gardner: “That’s funny, considering your daddy never could find anybody to look after you.”

Goodson: “Oh, but I beg to differ. See, turns out my daddy was a pretty big deal. Much bigger than you, pops. And he’s still looking out for to this very day. See... I know all about this tournament that’s going to be taking place.”

Gardner: “Let me guess, you’ve weaselled your way into it?”

Goodson: “Well of course I’m in it. It’d just be silly not to include me. But no... what my family has done for me is a little better than just throwing my name in the hat. I’ve got a buy directly into the second round.”

Gardner: “Well that’s just great. Stand on the shoulders of giants just so you can get a little bit closer to the gods. I’m getting sick and tired of people like you who just want to get handed everything on a silver platter. Here’s the thing though, junior, you don’t have anybody around to ‘protect’ you anymore. And in case you hadn’t noticed, not a lot of people like you very much. Basically... there’s a giant bullseye painted squarely on your back, with nobody there to watch it for you.”

Goodson: “That’s what family’s for.”

Jinx: “Take that, Gary!”

(Jinx interrupts, celebrating a milestone in his game, and looks up sheepishly when he realises just how loud he said that.)

Goodson: “For the love of God, give me that”.

(Grant snatches the Gameboy out of Jinx’s hands and tosses it aside, with the intention of breaking it. Rather than hit the wall though, Grant’s throw sends it directly into the chest of Lee Gardner. Goodson’s eyes widen for a moment, before he stutters out an excuse to leave.)

Goodson: “Uh... I just remembered I have that... thing... to do... with that guy. Yeah. Bye now.”

(Grant bolts from the room. If he moved any faster off camera and out of the room, then we’d probably have a new 100m record holder. Jinx meanwhile drops down to the ground where he checks on whether the Gameboy is okay. Gardner just stares after Goodson.)

Gardner: “Too long...”

Jinx: “It still works! Woo!”

(Jinx jumps to his feet, but then notices that Gardner isn’t paying attention.)

Jinx: “Uh... you were saying something?”

Gardner: “I’ve been in this business for far too long. I’ve seen everybody come and go: the assholes, the sociopaths, the cowards... the cycle just doesn’t seem to end. But everything has to end, sooner or later. And you know what? I think I prefer ‘sooner’.”

(The camera cuts out as the show goes to commercials.)

M.D.K.:
(Johnny Revolver’s music hits and the lights all focus on the ramp way as he comes out limping heavily on his crutch as he makes his way down to the ring. He struggles up the steps onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before hobbling around the ring. He is handed a mike and paces around the ring.)

J-Rev: “So let me get this straight... I hear off the grapevine that old man river BOB and Token Black Guy have bounced for some third rate pre-school grade garbage company? I hear that both of them were scared at the thought of a man like me without a good leg to call my own was more than enough to scare them off to pastures new!”

(He limps and allows this to sink in.)

J-Rev: “And from what I hear, they are the be all and end all of the NRWF and think that without them this place is going to flounder! Well let me tell you that when we have a company that is the future incarnate there will be no death of the NRWF!”

(He continues.)

J-Rev: “With men like Chance Delfino taking risks left right and centre and Grant Goodson riding the coattails of his daddy, we have the future of professional wrestling. In the likes of Jinx, we have the beating heart of professional wrestling!”

“It is men like them that will keep this company going and not fair-weather mother fuckers like those already forgotten nobodies...”

(OOC Really sorry. Been out all weekend and not had a chance to complete this. Wanted to post what I had gotten done though.)

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