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Post by Sah'ta Thor on Mar 22, 2021 22:11:45 GMT -5
Match Two: Tag Team Number One Contender Match Shingami Foundation vs Satan's Chefs
LOCATION & ARENA Avalon, California The Dominion Arena
ROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, April 2nd, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, April 3rd, 2021 at 4 AM (UK) Saturday, April 3rd, 2021 at 3 PM (AUS)
ROLEPLAY LIMIT ONE per competitor 1000-2000 words
SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score. Must be RSVPed by the RP deadline and submitted by Sunday Midnight CT (US), either in standard results code or plain script style. Open to Anyone!
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Post by noahhanson on Apr 2, 2021 21:08:45 GMT -5
Cooking With Class Chapter 1: Knowing your ingredients
OK guys let's talk about a few things, see my team the Chefs or Satan's Chefs, I mean maybe a need to get a think tank together and see what I can come up with as far as team names go because that just doesn't seem to roll off the tongue now does it. But you have to see things the way I have started seeing them and that's like this. Why are my boys in a match to determine the number one contenders to the tag team belts. I mean what exactly have they done to have put merit to that? One match and a loss that is exactly what my team has done but there is also the fact that my group interjected themselves in a match that involved two female wrestlers that are of varying degrees of talent ranging from mildly talented to road apples and then you have the team that my team is facing the Foundation. See when I came into WWH I looked around and saw all the talent and then I went out there and just ran through everyone, carried the torch of the company for two years and then went and took the reigns of General Manager even when I was very reluctant to but still took the bull by the horns. But as this damn virus bullshit has continued to plague this country, pun intended, I have sort of fallen into a lull and the desire to be behind the scenes and watching and making sure the show runs smoothly has started to fade. And while I love this business and while I love working with my friends like Darin Zion and Crash Rodriguez and working to develop my new team there is also a part of me that wants to get away from all of this and that means Spring is near and I am trying to get out of this haze that I have been in lately.
So what do my boys think of the Foundation? I dunno they are to busy being nose deep in their cookbooks...
(Noah turns and points the camera to where the two Chefs are cooking.)
See Remy is the one that loves to cook, he is a student of fine dining, he is the one that wants to become better, he is the one that will want to become the best cook he can be but you see he sees the two across from my team at the pay per view. They are the equivalent of wrestling sushi, two bland, under-cooked pieces of meat that are not deserving of being in THEIR kitchen but yet here we are. I am guessing that because of what happened at the last Dystopia that they are pissed off and want some sorta revenge against my men. Now if you want to go after the two newcomers that is all well and fine but maybe you are just to worried about the ones that really got in your head the ones that never even got into the ring and that is Darin Zion and Crash Rodriguez but then again I can see why you might be a little worried about facing a team like Zion and Crash. See Zion is as nearly as decorated in this business as I am and Crash has come into his own after starting out against some of the best in the business. But Foundation you go after the two kids, the greenhorns if that makes you feel better about yourselves then so be it but these two men behind you they are going to give you a hell of a fight. And let me make this perfectly clear it doesn't matter the outcome, win or lose these two men that I represent are going to bring you a hell of a fight.
Noah walks over to where the Chefs are feverishly cooking, The Masked Chef in all his masked glory is cutting onions and the tossing them in a pain and then adding in a splash of oil to saute the onions and make them sweat a little.
See this is the muscle of the team, he is going to through you two boys around the ring, he is going to bend your body like it has never been bent before. Say something inspiring big fella...
The Masked Chef looks up, and grabs his spoon, dips it into the bowl he is working in, has a sample of what is in it, takes a taste, nods his head. “Boys, I am gonna rip yer heads off and shit down yer necks....”
Noah rolls his eyes at the comment and shakes his head. “Really Swede?”
Remy comes into view and puts an arm across the shoulder of Noah and smiles. “Noah you don't have a THING to worry bout, see we got this. I don't know a thing about these two that we are facing but mark my words we are going to cook these clowns. We might have lost our first match to a pair of clowns that didn't even want to be there. But make no mistake we are just starting out, we have not even gotten to our appetizer yet. See the two Foundation boys are still getting their drink on, they are still eating the nuts that some places put out or maybe chips and queso. We are here to stay, we are going to be the future of this division each and every team needs to pay close attention. We are here to make each and every team look at us and see what the future really looks like. We may be a lot of sizzle and flash but make no mistake at War of Attrition we are going to be the team that EVERYONE is going to be talking about. See we know how to feed a hungry audience that is starved for teams that have talent and charisma and me and the big fella we have that in spades.”
Noah smiles at the comments and nods his head in agreement.
See THAT is what I am talking about, this man has fire and desire, he has the passion that so many people seem to be lacking around here. See when I look around at the tag team division I see so many wasted chances. The Soulless Sisters former champs but they seem to be spinning their wheels and then you have the champs the Skeletons and then you have all these factions that are all worried about war instead of the glory that is sitting right there in front of them waiting for it to grasped. And then we have the other company coming in and making waves in WWH and what are going to do fellas?
Noah turns to Remy...
Watch the muthafucka burn boss....
Damn straight, see they are letting the wolves in to lay with the sheep and they expect some sorta call to arms and think that everyone in the company is just going to take up arms and stand opposed to this XWF or whoever they are but the thing is we are doing things OUR way. If these clowns have problems with Eden those are Eden's problems NOT ours....
We are here for glory, we are here for belts and busting peoples asses and expectations. See Remy is going to run circles around you and then the big man is going to break you down and in half. And then if you make it through the Chefs then the real fun begins with Zion and Crash and you know what maybe you get real lucky and you get.....ME. Oh you thought I was retired, you thought I was done with all this, you thought that I was just going to let my boys have all the fun...
Noah laughs and hugs Remy.
Can you believe these people thought I was done, this company is MY company and regardless of whether you face these two, Zion and Crash or myself mark my fucking words and mark them fucking well. If you think this is all of us, if you think that I have played all my cards....
Noah again shakes his head and laughs...
Oh just wait, just fucking wait cause as the seasons change, as the temperature rises, things in the tag team division will start to heat up. And Skeletons we are looking right at you, thing is you have no idea what combination you are going to have coming at you. But these two boys right here, these two are cooking up something special for the pay per view, I can smell it, I can almost taste it and in the end when it is all served to the Foundation the rest of the company is going to see just what we can do. If you think that I've made waves on my own, wait till you see what I can do when I have people on my side. See when I was running this place it was all on my own but now, now I have allies, I have people that are like minded. See Remy is a rabid dog on a chain and all I have to do is just cut the chain and let him loose. Then you have the big guy back there, he will just want to hurt you as much as humanly possible. And then you have Crash who is the next line of talent, the next line of greatness. Then you have one of my closest and oldest friends and allies Darin Zion. I started out as the one that trained him, helped mold the kid and now he has turned into one of the most talented wrestlers in the business and don't worry just like a late night infomercial there just might be more....
The Masked Chef taps Noah on the shoulder and the three walk back to the kitchen and The Chef pulls a elegant rack of lamb from the stove. The Chef carves out a piece for each of them and then adds some veggies and a tall glass of wine to wash it all down. Noah walks over to the fridge and pulls out his own drink....a bottle of Angry Orchard beer and sits down with his boys and they start to dig in.
See all you tag teams out there, we see you all as a feast, a buffet, we can't wake to sink our teeth into each and every one of you teams from the sisters to the Skeletons, to the Ashes of the Wake to the Revolutionaries, the Hive, Iconoclast it really makes no difference to me because WE are putting all of YOU on notice and that notice starts RIGHT....NOW! And we are going to break the Foundation to the core....and then when we are done there we move on to the next and to the next and to the next until we get what we have had our eyes on since the beginning...
Remy leaps up...
Those shiny FUCKING BELTS MAN! See we are gonna cook all you bitches up and serve you up on silver damn platters. We are gonna gonna roast your ass and we are gonna make sure that everyone forgets that match against Minami and Striker because in the end we are gonna be the team that everyone is fucking talking about....EVERYBODY! So Foundation get ready cause me and the big guy, we are gonna bring a fight to you....like it or not maybe even served sunny side up...with a side of hash...
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Post by Shinigami Foundation on Apr 2, 2021 22:08:40 GMT -5
{The screen flickers for a few moments before the feed cuts in properly and we find ourselves inside of an old building somewhere in the world as both halves of the Shinigami Foundation walk into frame, dressed in simple street clothes and looking somewhat nostalgic for a few moments before their faces slowly turn serious as they see then face the camera properly}
Thomas: You are probably wondering where we are at right now and why the Shinigami Foundation would feel nostalgic about any old building.
The truth of the matter is that this building was the original home of the Reaver's Dojo. A wrestling school for those who wished to be taken seriously as a professional wrestler because every man and every woman that Marcus Alexander Slayton trained in these very halls became a champion.
Chris Morton, Reno Dumont, Jenna Rhodes, Marcus Owens, Vergil Urahara, Uriamu Minami, Kyle Gibson Junior, The "Anti-Venom" Alex Strider, Alex Grimm, and so many others...including myself. We all came through these original hallowed halls to learn the craft of a much more serious form of strong style wrestling.
When you came here to the Dojo, you showed that you had respect for this sport because that's what Sensei Marcus focused on most importantly of all. He didn't care if you were a comedy character or a serious shooter, what he wanted...nay *DEMANDED*...is that above all else you took this sport seriously at heart and show a certain respect for the ring.
And that word...that *concept* is what brings us here tonight, doesn't Alex?
Alex: Allow me to be frank and speak plainly, ladies and gentlemen. The last time that the Foundation was in a ring here for the World Wrestling Headquarters when first a bunch of backyard craptastic garbage wrestlers were allowed to fuck with our match right when we were on the verge of winning, but also this very company showed us not one iota of fucking respect by allowing them to interfere like that.
You see Thomas and I, we take this profession very seriously. We love the fact that we were able to turn something that we were fans of at one point in our respective young lives and transform that love into something that we get to do as our jobs here in the real world, but it means even more in my case because I was born to this because you see not only am I the child of two professional wrestlers, but I'm also a member of a pro wrestling *DYNASTY* that would eat the fucking Lyons twins and their failed and flawed legacy like a mid-morning TRISKET!!
But at War of Attrition, Thomas and I get the chance to step into that ring with the human garbage that fucked up and entered our world and we're going to be the ones to show them the proper way to do things right before we rend unto them a truly divine fucking judgement upon these...Satan's Chefs...for even thinking that they had a right to step into the world of real professional wrestling!
{Thomas turns and places a hand on Alex's right shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he uses his free hand to motion for Alex to calm down}
Thomas: I understand your rage, Alex, and I'm just as enraged as you are but you must calm down because you need to save some of that fire for the pay per view, my brother.
{Alex doesn't say anything but gives a snort of anger as he yanks his shoulder away from Thomas and stalks away from the camera which then refocuses in on the more refined member of the Foundation}
Thomas: You have to forgive my partner, he's very emotional...but the truth of the matter is that his rage isn't entirely misplaced when you look at all of the things involved. The two of us have worked long and hard to get where we are in this sport and to have a couple of utter and complete nobodies just show up and display such a level of disrespect, well that's enough to create the bonfire of black fire within the soul of a man like Alex because to him, this is more than just a sport, it's his very life's blood and to dishonor and disrespect a man such as him is enough to create a blood rage.
And while that might be good for the ratings of the World Wrestling Headquarters, it won't be so good for our opponents comes the War of Attrition. Because you see for Alex and myself, we understand the nature of war and we understand the nature of suffering because we perform it these things each and every single day of our lives cause it is to us as breathing is to others.
But you see unlike my partner, I am the elder of this duet. I come bearing gifts for our opponents.
{Thomas motions for the camera man to follow him over to a table where he reaches into a pocket and then tosses several items onto the old, dust covered table that are quickly revealed to be coins of some sort}
Thomas: These are for you, my dear opponents. I have brought you all drachma for your eyes so that your way across the river Styx is paid for once the match is over as we leave your bodies broken and bloodied, Satan's Chief's. Because if you honestly think that you can just walk in here and try to take on a team with our reputation in this sport, then surely you have grasped that this is to be your final match, yes?
Because honestly, why else did you come and piss off two of the most dangerous men in this entire company?
Why else did you throw food at us when you should've been throwing fists?
Because you want your careers to die and you've come to the Shinigami Foundation to help you fulfill that very wish, of course!
Now normally Alex and I would just simply go in there and either make a straight up example out of the two of you or simply crush you within moments of that bell ringing...but you see that's a little bit different in this case because the winner of this match becomes the number one contenders and go onto face the Soulless Sisters for the tag team championships and for that kind of prize...well, you could say that's the reason why we haven't left this company in ruins yet.
That...and our unfinished business with the two of you.
You see gentlemen, I have learned a lot throughout my entire career as a professional wrestler and one of them is that you need to have a certain style. Seriously, who else comes out to the ring dressed in an immaculate white suit, looking as fucking fabulous as I do?
Certainly not either one of you two, that's for certain.
But more importantly do you know what this Foundation has in spades that you will *never* have?
Talent.
You see it doesn't matter if it's the Alex Slayer and Thomas Bane version of the Shinigami Foundation or the Alex Slayer and David Belmont version or the Thomas Bane and Vergil Urahara version or the Kevin Poe and Amanda Belnades version or any other combination of the many devils that makes up the entirety of this Foundation on the international scale, you simply do not have what it takes in terms of pure, raw, unadulterated talent to even come close to what you're seeing here in the World Wrestling Headquarters or anywhere else where you see the Shinigami Foundation!
{The camera pulls back as Alex Slayer re-enters the shot}
Alex: At the pay per view, you can try and cheat yet again by dousing us with shitty stew...but we're soul eaters, gentlemen. There is a reason why this company and every other one that we've worked for over the past couple of years consider us the most dangerous duo in existence and that is because where it comes to talent, we're unmatched because when you think that you've got one version of the team scouted, we could switch out members and thus rending all of your preparations to shit!
But Thomas is right, I am pissed off and I am taking this very seriously. Because when you tossed your garbage at me and Thomas at the last Dystopia...you might call it a declaration of war or whatever your timid little bed bug riddled minds want to call it...but we took it for what it really was;
A sign of total disrespect.
And the last time that someone did that to us, Thomas and I spiked one half of a tag team's head so far through the match that they had to call a specialist to figure out where our opponent ended and the ring began, and that was the *nicest* thing that we did to that team.
And even though we've both brought up that this match carries that extra bit of spice since it's also for the number one contendership to the world tag team titles, we're not looking past anyone. As a matter of fact, we've got you so far in our sights that we're not seeing anyone or thing else.
Thomas: Why should we either?
Alex: So, I hope that the two of you have spent the last week preparing for the match. Because we most certainly have, and now it's time for two little chefs to meet their worst nightmare...the Gordon Ramsey of Tag Teams!
Thomas: You honestly, I cannot stand that man but the analogy is perfect because when everything is said and done here tonight...there will only be a very short amount of time before that bell rings and you two gentlemen, and I use that term very...VERY loosely, will be able to witness first hand what devastation that the two of you have set yourselves upon.
{Alex doesn't say anything more before he picks up a couple of drachma and then looks up at the camera, his face slowly breaking out into a very dark smile as the feed abruptly cuts out}
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