WFWF General Discussion 2006: L.L.L.B.D.™'s Cattle Drive

[Cameron Stone]

Oct 26, 2017 6:46:28 GMT -5 Prophet of Ash said:

Oct 25, 2017 23:47:04 GMT -5 Cameron Stone said:

If I'd have seen that it was an open title shot even yesterday afternoon Cameron Stone would have entered, but by the time I had seen it, too late. Not that it matters to Brennan, he'd murder me anyway

Peter File vs Hugh Jass for Superbrawl

I mean, I'd do it

[Prophet of Ash]

Oct 26, 2017 21:45:47 GMT -5 Cameron Stone said:

Oct 26, 2017 6:46:28 GMT -5 Prophet of Ash said:

Peter File vs Hugh Jass for Superbrawl

I mean, I'd do it

Cam irl

[Cameron Stone]

Oct 26, 2017 21:47:29 GMT -5 Prophet of Ash said:

Oct 26, 2017 21:45:47 GMT -5 Cameron Stone said:

I mean, I'd do it

Cam irl

We'd steal the show with our joke characters and you know it.

[King Richius]

You both need to think very carefully about putting a Hugh Jass in front of a Peter File in a match. It could get... messy.

[Prophet of Ash]

The Hugh Jass Peter File Connection could take the WFWF tag team division by storm

[King Richius]

Oct 25, 2017 1:58:33 GMT -5 Drakz said:

Just got my ticket. I'm going to Wrestle Kingdom 12!

*ahem*  Kenny Omega vs Chris Jericho was announced for WK12.

I hate you.  With every fiber of my being I hate you.

[Drakz]

Well blow me down. You just broke that news for me.

[Deleted]

It's no Wrestle Kingdom, but I'm headed to Bound For Glory tonight.

[Deep Figure Value]

It's no Bound for Glory, but I got Elite 46 Balor today for $8.99 and just walked off with that NXT Rollins Elite for $14.99.

Actually, that sounds a lot better.

[Prophet of Ash]

Nov 5, 2017 18:07:17 GMT -5 @dudelove038 said:

It's no Wrestle Kingdom, but I'm headed to Bound For Glory tonight.

so who were the other 2 paid in attendance?

[King Richius]

Nov 5, 2017 18:05:11 GMT -5 Drakz said:

Well blow me down. You just broke that news for me.

I already made you puke this month.  Figured I owed you some good news.

[Deleted]

Nov 6, 2017 7:41:13 GMT -5 Prophet of Ash said:

Nov 5, 2017 18:07:17 GMT -5 @dudelove038 said:

It's no Wrestle Kingdom, but I'm headed to Bound For Glory tonight.

so who were the other 2 paid in attendance?

Tim and Hortons.

[King Richius]

So I'm wondering, does anybody else save literally everything they write for the WFWF, even the stuff that you never post? I was doing some housecleaning of my files and was amazed by how many documents I had for the WFWF - RPs, matches, press releases, bios, and so on. It's enough that if you put it all together you'd have a full length book.

[Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion]

On my old laptop I'm pretty sure I have a good chunk of my Justin Tyme stuff and on my current computer I have every Lucas Crowe RP I've done... except for my most recent one I think because I forgot to save it -_-

On that subject, hey guys. Apologies about the not partaking in the last show. I ended up leaving all my packing for my vacation until the night before which was the RP deadline. Haha. Vacation was good though, much needed recharge.

[Prophet of Ash]

Nov 8, 2017 12:36:43 GMT -5 King Richius said:

So I'm wondering, does anybody else save literally everything they write for the WFWF, even the stuff that you never post? I was doing some housecleaning of my files and was amazed by how many documents I had for the WFWF - RPs, matches, press releases, bios, and so on. It's enough that if you put it all together you'd have a full length book.

I have roleplays dating back to late 2006, though they become most consistently saved in 2007.

HERE'S A SAMPLING FROM THE TRITE I PUT OUT IN 2007!

A darkened alley greets eyes as only it can with a spattering of debris and litter. Police sirens can be heard from all directions as the light flickers from above, leaving the entire area in a flickering darkness. The wind blows wildly, blowing newspapers and magazines everywhere. One particular paper blows and gets a good height, but stops dead in it’s tracks when a hand reaches out and catches it. The crumbled and discarded paper lays in his hand for a moment as he looks on. The man’s face is completely covered by a hooded sweatshirt, so he cannot be identified, but this paper seems to have sent him into a trance, because he simply stares at it.

(How could I lose to him? Where did I go wrong? How have I changed? I’m not an animal any more.. I’m not an untamed beast. The Anti-Christ is dead. The King of Gore is dead. Fuck. Obo is dead. In his place stands Phillip. A guy in a back alley sweatshirt with a daughter.)

He still looks at the paper. His eyes are glued to the paper. Unrelenting, his eyes stare at the paper. The faded and crumbled paper. This paper is causing Obo a lot of grief. The source of the grief is identifiable though, with a simple glance at the paper. At the top of the paper in bordered and bold letters read “Ascension”. Below this is the date of February twenty eighth two thousand seven and down a bit from that is “ONLY ON PAY PER VIEW”. Finally, the face of Reverend Shadow appears in a black and white state, a crease right down the middle of his forehead. To the left of Shadow is the gored face of Obo, oozing blood as if it’s going to drip from his floating head and onto other parts of the paper. Below these two heads is another bold text section. “WFWF championship showdown”.

(What does he have that I don’t have? What does this guy have that I don’t? He a fake priest. Man of the cloth my ass. That thing’s made of white cardboard. Bible quotes and dead babies is all Jason has. But he has more than I. I have nothing. I have shadows and lost memories. I have scars and tattoos. I am nothing. I am just some guy in an alley getting rained on and wondering why I lost a match.. This constant state of confusion has eaten away at me and left me as a shell of my former self. I am fucking dead)

The paper sways back and forth in the wind as Obo continues to look directly at it. Even when the paper moves and moves out of eye site, Obo’s eyes do not budge. Rain falls and splatters everywhere, leaving Obo’s usually wild and untamed hair in a flat and wet state. His hooded sweatshirt hood has long since fallen off his head due to wind, and he hasn’t bothered to lift it back up, instead opting to simply stare at this piece of paper in his hands. Lightening strikes far in the distance, but still close enough that it is deafeningly loud but Obo does not flinch. A pop is heard and a near by tree’s branch snaps off, sending twigs everywhere. One collection of twigs flies at Obo and hits him in the side to no reaction. The final of the collection of twigs falls down and hits the paper, going right through the picture of Obo’s head, leaving a gaping hole in his forehead.

Obo: Dead

____________________________

The walls are decorated nicely with various pictures and framed certificates. An elderly man sits at a desk in this office and pounds away at a computer keyboard, hitting every key a few times every couple of seconds. Some generic elevator music plays in the background of the pitter pattering of the keys. A beep is heard followed by a female voice.

Female: Doctor Baldwin, your 4 o’clock is here..

The doctor spins around really quickly and pushes a small red button to relay the message back.

Doctor: Send him in..

The doctor faces back to his computer and quickly closes out what he was doing. A screen pops up that says “Are you sure you want to close out Ms. Pac Man?” to which the doctor quickly pushes the yes button as the door begins to open. Obo slides through the door and quickly makes his way to a couch. He’s wearing black baggy jeans with chains on them and a hooded sweat shirt with a bloody scratch logo that says “UUE”. Obo looks very unimpressed at the general surroundings as the doctor stands up and extends his hand for a handshake. Obo looks at the extended hand and just falls backwards on the couch. The doctor sees he’s going to get little co-operation from Obo, so he goes back to his desk and sits back down. Quickly pulling out a pad of paper and an ink pen, he starts questioning Obo.

Doctor: It says here your name is Phillip Schneider. Mr. Schneider, my name is Doctor Baldwin, and I am here to help you get threw any problems you are having. Can you tell me exactly why you are here? Just a little background information.

Obo: I’m fucked in the head.

Doctor: Well.. You’re very direct.. What exactly is the problem?

Obo: I’m fucking nuts. My ex-wife is fucking nuts. My kid is fucking nuts.

Doctor: So your family is the problem? I see here that you are a professional wrestler for a living.. Is violence an issue?

Obo: You could say that..

Doctor: Have you ever stricken you child?

Obo: No.

Doctor: How about your ex-wife?

Obo: Probably.

Doctor: You’ve probably hit her?

Obo: No, she’s probably hit my daughter. She’s more fucked up than I am.

Doctor: Let’s take a moment and break down these walls you’ve put up. You seem unwilling to accept the help I am offering. I am here to help you.. I’m here to help you get threw the problems you’re having..

Obo: I don’t have any problems..

Doctor: What about your recent attempt at suicide?

Obo: Problem solved. I tried to kill myself, I failed. Problem solved.

Doctor (beginning to sound flustered): It says in my papers that you took a large amount of hydrocodone, Vicoden tablets. Were did you get access to these pills?

Obo: Some people..

Doctor: There’s a veil of secrecy here. Feel free to tell me who.. A patient confidentiality agreement forbids me from disclosing any information to anyone outside of this room.
Obo: It doesn’t really matter. I don’t have them any more..

Doctor: Did you take all that you had?

Obo: Yes..

Doctor: My papers do not say exactly how many pills you took.. Do you recall the amount?

Obo: Forty or fifty or so..

Doctor: You do realize you are very lucky to still be living.

Obo: No I’m not..

Doctor: Because you want to kill yourself?

Obo: ….

Doctor: It’s okay.. Let it out here.. This is the right place..

Obo stands up from the couch and casually walks to a near by wall. He looks at the wall for a moment before throwing a wild right hand, right into the wall. His hand goes right through the thin dry wall and he pulls it out. His hand is cut from the fibers in the wall. Blood drips from his hand to the white carpet below. Obo grabs a large picture off the wall and tosses it against the far wall, causing the glass and frame to explode. With the doctor now underneath his desk in fear, Obo heads to the door. Instead of opening the locked door with a simple turn of a handle, Obo headbutts the door, causing the door to shoot out of the lock and pieces of the door frame to rain down, as well as an indent in the door to be left. Obo’s forehead is now cut but he takes no time to attend to his wounds, instead exiting the door. In the lobby, the secretary greets Obo with a smile, but only gets spit on in return. As he exit’s the office, Obo kicks the glass door, shattering that in the process before finally exiting the office all together.

[Deep Figure Value]

Haha, nobody writes buyable shrink scenes.

[Ace Bennett]

Seems like forever since I posted around here, how's everyone?

[Deleted]

Nov 15, 2017 18:27:51 GMT -5 Ace Bennett said:

Seems like forever since I posted around here, how's everyone?

I am good, good brother.

[Deep Figure Value]

Nov 15, 2017 18:27:51 GMT -5 Ace Bennett said:

Seems like forever since I posted around here, how's everyone?

Upright and breathing

[The Gangsta]

Nov 15, 2017 18:27:51 GMT -5 Ace Bennett said:

Seems like forever since I posted around here, how's everyone?

Well, I'm very proud to say that I got into my first creative writing class in college after a brief thirty minute wait-list. Thank god this place dug out the creative side of me I never knew I had.