All Other RP's For REBEL...

[Chris Casino]

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[Murcielago]

The arena is pitch black, not a light is on. We then hear "Still Cruisin'" by Eazy-E begin to play and then the lights comes on revealing Murcielago. He starts to walk down the ramp to the ring and then steps through the ropes into the ring and picks up a microphone from a person near the ring. Mic in hand, he rubs his shiny new belt, he then takes off the belt and holds it up in the air with one hand.

Murcielago: What did I tell you huh? I said I was going to go into that TLC match and dominate, I told you that I was going to walk away with the hardware meaning this pretty belt. I did both of the things I promised to do. I walked out of Ladder to Success with a 'W'. My opponents did more than I expected them to do, but still it does not matter, I am wearing this belt and right now I am the Carolinas Champion. I'm sure this doesn't go over very well with one of my opponents from yesterday.

Murcielago puts his belt back on his waist.

Murcielago: David Banks, how does it feel to lose to me? I mean you didn't just lose the match but you were on the receiving end of my finisher which sealed the deal for me. I'm only asking you this because you're the person this must not be going over very well with. I mean, I'm the Carolinas champion and you're from Greensboro, right in the heart of North Carolina! Though smaller than Greensboro, I'm pretty biased towards Durham and the large city of Raleigh. Hell, I'm a representative of those cities, I represent the two Carolinas!

Brian Bruno, after this match I can say that I have respect for you, seriously. You put your body on the line, though you didn't win you took some hellacious shots and I truly applaude you. Hell, you got a few good shots against me during the match. If not for Simply Beautiful the match coould have had a much different outcome, but thank god for him, am I right?

Basically I have a new found respect for each person in this match besides Matthew Kurtis and David Banks. These are two people who could not cease with the trash talk before this match, insulting my intelligence, my will, and my overall ability. So because of that I still have no respect for the two men. Yeah, yeah, they both put up a hell of a fight but neither of them were able to come close to my performance in that match.

Murcielago drops the mic and his music begins to play. He exits the ring and walks up the ramp into the back. He makes his way through the halls and to the locker room where he sits down and is about to begin to pack his bag when a friend of his meets him and begins to ask him about the match.

Friend: Damn that match was great. You got the hell beat outta you man. I'm surprised you won that match.

Murcielago: I'm not surprised I won that match, I'm better than each of those men and this belt proves that. How does it prove that? I was in a match with all of them, no ordinary match a TLC match, one of the most brutal matches ever devised, and I came out of it with the gold. Just like I said I would.

Friend: How's it feel, you know, being the new Carolinas Champ and all? I mean it's your second match and you win the belt, that's pretty sweet, at least I would think it is.

Murcielago: It is sweet, but going into the match I knew I wasn't going to lose because I put in too much work to lose, you know. This belt is nice, I might not be from this area but I'll represent the people of North and South Carolina well. I'll represent them better than anybody else who was in that match, especially David Banks, they must be ashamed to have a prick like him representing them.

Frien: Yeah, he is pretty damn arrogant, but you're pretty arro...

Murcielago cuts him short.

Murcielago: Some say I'm arrogant, others say I'm cocky, and some say that I just run my mouth. I don't think it's any of those, I think it's that I'm too damn good, not cocky, not arrogant, but talented. You know.

Friend: Yeah I know you have talent, everythings good. Oh, speaking of good, your dog won about 4 more fights in that dog fighting ring back home. His record stands at 18-0 now, he's too dominant.

Murcielago: Much like myself. He's good, too good, it must be something about Dobermans, because all of the Dobies that I've seen fight have been damn good.

Friend: I gotta go, I'll talk with you later though about the title and the match and everything. Peace.

Murcielago's friend walks out of the locker room and the door closes behind him. Murcielago begins to pack his bag again but then stops and starts speaking into the camera.

Murcielago: I am THE FIRST Carolinas Champion, that title will never leave me even if this belt does at some point. I came out of a most brutal match with the 'W' just like I said I would and now it's time to raise the Iron Flag, raise it up high.

Murcielago shines his belt, and then once again packs his bag. The scene fades out.

[John Salty]

DREAMS & NIGHTMARES - At times it is hard to distinguish between dreams and reality…

(We open in room 573 of the Dorothea Dix Hospital, Raleigh, North Carolina. John sleeps peacefully in his bed. The tubes are long gone and the bruises are pretty much faded. Although Salty looks as though nothing even happened, there is still uncertainty about what the long term affects will be of the attack. As of right now, John can not walk.)

[glow=yellow,2,300]FLASH!![/glow]
(The scene has changed in an instant. We are inside the Ogden Legion Hall in Calgary, “Unified”. David Banks has just made “Sick” Billy Kryenik tap-out and a voice booms.)

FRANK WARBURTON: The winners of this match...and NEW NAPW Tag Team Champions...David Banks and "LDK" Lloyd Rees!!!

(John Salty jumps inside the ring and begins to celebrate with his newly crowned NAPW Tag Team Champions. Hugs and congratulations fly every where and John grabs the microphone from Warburton and addresses the NAPW faithful.)

JOHN SALTY: I told ya!! I told ye all!! Look at me b’ys!! D’hey is NAPW Tag Team Champions!! All tanks t’yers truly!! Yet another title t’add t’me trophy case!! But, what really gets me excited is da fact d’hat on May 22nd at Tagstravaganza II when me team of da “LDK” and da “Charismatic Colossus” will prove t’da entire wrasslin world d’hat d’hey are da single best tag team ever formed!! Doesn’t matter if ya bring in da former champs Da DOOMriders, Da Foundation, Da Blue Grass Mafia, Da Celtic Assassins, get Roberts and Richards back together, Ren and Stimpy, Larry and Wayne, or Mutt and Jeff…

(Salty stands between the newly crowned champs.)

JOHN SALTY: Dis is what ya got t’go up against!!

(Salty points to both Rees and Banks.)

[glow=black,2,300]DARKNESS!![/glow]
JOHN SALTY: Huh?! Hello?!

(A soft light lights the ring area and reveals a shadowy figure standing in the corner, back on to John.)

JOHN SALTY: Banks?! Rees?! Is d’hat you?! Where did everyone go?

(John begins to make his way toward the figure in the corner but, stops dead in his tracks.)

JOHN SALTY: Wait a second! I know you! What da hell are ya do’n here?! Don’t ya tink ya have done enough t’me already?! What did ya come back t’finish da job Beautiful?!

(The shadowy figure turns to face John but, keeps one hand behind his back. The unknown man is wearing blue tights and you can see his cold blue eyes through the holes in the ski mask that covers his face. It could be Simply Beautiful, but hell it could be Jesus. Who knows, this is a dream after all. One thing is certain though, as the man reveals what he is holding behind his back, this dream has become a nightmare. Lead pipe in hand, the masked man approaches John Salty with one thing on his mind; finish the job he started a few weeks ago. He swings…)

[glow=yellow,2,300]FLASH!![/glow]
(Back inside room 573 John jolts out of his sleep and sits straight up in his bed. Lloyd Rees and David Banks are right there.)

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Ya ok Salty b’y?

JOHN SALTY: Just a nightmare…Look at ye two; NAPW Tag Team Champions!! Ya made me proud again b’ys just like I knew ye would!!

DAVID BANKS: Thanks John…

“LDK” LLOYD REES: But back to what’s really important, how ya feel’n Salty?

JOHN SALTY: Not bad t’tell ya da truth, legs don’t really work d’hat good but utter d’han d’hat I feel ok…

DAVID BANKS: Your legs don’t work?

JOHN SALTY: D’hey tell me d’hat is temporary and d’hat in time I will be able t’walk again…Any word on da identity of me attacker?

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Still wait’n fer d’hat receptionist t’get back t’me with da results of the finger print’n. But, me and Banks did some investigate’n on our own. We broke into Beautiful’s locker room and found dis…

(Lloyd pulls out the ski mask Banks and himself found in Simply Beautiful’s gym bag. Salty is startled by the sight on the mask as bits and pieces of the attack flash through his mind.)

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Sorry Salty, I know dis is hard fer you…

JOHN SALTY: It’s alright Lloyd b’y, got t’face dis head on t’find out who da Larry was d’hat is responsible fer dis. But, its get’n tougher and tougher t’look past Beautiful, I mean everyting points t’him; da glasses, da ski mask…

DAVID BANKS: …And once the results from the finger prints come back…

“LDK” LLOYD REES: …Beautiful will have t’admit t’dis crime…

JOHN SALTY: …And d’hen b’ys it’s all about REVENGE!!

["LDK" Lloyd Rees]

DREAMS & NIGHTMARES (Pt. 2) - At times dreams and reality become one…

(Inside the head of John Salty the recurring dream of the past couple night replays for the fifth time this week. The NAPW faithful inside the Ogden Legion Hall boo loudly as Frank Warburton announces that the team of “LDK” Lloyd Rees and “The Charismatic Colossus” David Banks are the new NAPW Tag Team Champions. John Salty grabs the microphone and starts to rant, and then we get to the part where things take a turn for the worst…)

[glow=black,2,300]DARKNESS!![/glow]
JOHN SALTY: Huh?! Hello?!

(A soft light lights the ring area and reveals a shadowy figure standing in the corner, back on to John.)

JOHN SALTY: Banks?! Rees?! Is d’hat you?! Where did everyone go?

(John begins to make his way toward the figure in the corner but, stops dead in his tracks.)

JOHN SALTY: Wait a second! I know you! What da hell are ya do’n here?! Don’t ya tink ya have done enough t’me already?! What did ya come back t’finish da job Beautiful?!

(The shadowy figure turns to face John but, keeps one hand behind his back. The unknown man is wearing blue tights and you can see his cold blue eyes through the holes in the ski mask that covers his face. It could be Simply Beautiful, but hell it could be Jesus. Who knows, this is a dream after all. One thing is certain though, as the man reveals what he is holding behind his back, this dream has become a nightmare. Lead pipe in hand, the masked man approaches John Salty with one thing on his mind; finish the job he started a few weeks ago but, this time before he swings the masked man pulls off the ski mask. John Salty’s face drops as the masked man is revealed.)

[glow=yellow,2,300]FLASH!![/glow]
(Salty springs awake, grabs the phone on the table next to his bed, and dials a few numbers as the scene fades.)

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-We reopen inside an apartment in Raleigh, North Carolina. “LDK” Lloyd Rees is sitting on the couch in the living room. The evidence folder from the police station that holds Simply Beautiful’s sunglasses sits on the coffee table. Enter the attractive receptionist. Rees now knows that here name is Lisa. Lisa has two beers in her hands and she hands one to Lloyd and takes a seat next to him.-

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Tanks fer da beer…

Lisa: No Problem…

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: So, what did ya find out about da sunglasses?

Lisa: Let’s forget about those sunglasses for a few and talk about the thanks you promised me…

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Well, da results from da fingerprint’n of d’hem glasses is pretty important t’me and me buddy. D’eres plenty of time fer me t’give ya da tanks ya deserve but, I need dis information…

Lisa: God that accent of yours drives me crazy…

-Lisa starts to make her move on Lloyd.-

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Now hold on a second, let’s just get dis out of da way d’hen…

-Lisa does not want to wait. She grabs Rees by the hand and guides him to the bedroom. The door closes.-

One Hour Later…

-Inside Lisa’s bedroom both Rees and Lisa lie under the covers. Lisa looks exhausted as she smokes her cigarette while a huge grin covers the face of Rees.-

Lisa: That was amazing!

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Not only am I da best wrassler t’hit da ring dis decade but…Hey! Ya want t’tell me what came back from da fingerprint’n now?

Lisa: Sure, I guess it is the least I could do after that. Let me just get my purse.

-Lisa jumps out of the bed, completely naked, and grabs her purse.-

Lisa: Let’s see…The finger prints came back as a Brian Bruno. Does that mean anything to you?

-Lloyd looks stunned.-

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I got t’go!!

Lisa: Obviously that does mean something to you…

-Rees does not say a word. He just gets dressed and heads out of the room. Lisa follows him, still naked.-

Lisa: Where are you going so fast?

-No words from Rees he just walks out the front door of the apartment. As he books his way down the street his cell rings.-

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yello?!

-John Salty is on the other side.-

John Salty: Lloyd its John…Did ya get da information from d’hat chick?

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I did!! And yer not go’n t’believe…

John Salty: It was Bruno…

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: How did ya know d’hat?

John Salty: I’ll explain later. Fer now, just get over t’da hospital and pick me up. I’ve been in here long enough and d’eir finally go’n t’let me out. Plus, we got some talk’n t’do…

“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’m on me way…

-Scene fades.-