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Post by coreycz on Apr 6, 2013 8:50:02 GMT -6
The Payback King Congo vs. Jimmy White jr.
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flip17
HEW Superstar
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Post by flip17 on Apr 11, 2013 8:15:55 GMT -6
It was me who pinned the monster.
He took his eyes off the prize for a moment and gave me the opening I needed. The only problem is; it won't be that easy this time. He will be looking to get back on track and prove he can beat me. And I know he CAN beat me. Size alone says that. But I know he WON'T beat me. Cause, doing what I've done, I've cornered myself. I have no where else to go. There is no failure now. There is no losing. I have only one option. Go toe to toe with that monstrosity and find another opening. And I'll find it. This hulk is not invincible. In fact, his manager and him seem to be having some friction. THAT'S where I will start.Jimmy James White, Jr. sits in the gym as his new manager, Max Knight, and his partner, Mickey Shamrock, spar in the ring. The sweat rolls off his face and he feels like his limbs weight 500 lbs right now. Knew I shouldn't have partied so hard last night. Tried to talk some sense into that thick skull of JACKPOT'S, but he just don't take NO for an answer. And that Shizz is not help either. I thought Mickey partied hard. Sheesh! Knight must have put away twice as much liquor as the both of us and had three times as many girls and, YET, he was up early busting our balls in the gym. What is this guy made of? What drives him? What makes him an unstoppable machine? And why do I find myself loving it?As the man known as ICECOLD hits the showers, he leans against the wall of the shower and lets the hot water pour over his head and down his sore body. He can barely stand but he finds himself smiling. We were ready for Kongo. Everything that Max said was right. The beast would be looking to put us away quickly and we would have to use our speed and continuous tags to knock him off his feet. No tag ins this time. But I have my speed and technical skill. And I have my secret weapon...Max Knight. Not real happy with him having to interfere, but, you get into this business, you should know to expect the unexpected. On top of that, he has that Slick guy. No excuse there. And I'd pick Max Knight to stand in my corner any day over that Theodore Long reject. You ask me, he ain't as SLICK as he thinks he is.After washing the pain away, JJ towels off and gets dressed. He can still hear Mickey and Max going at it out in the gym. DAMN! Sounds like he's putting Mick through his paces. And right he should. I love JACKPOT to death, but he's soft in the head and not an ounce of discipline. He needs somebody to crack the whip. Just glad it's not me. As he opens his locker, a picture of him and his dad catches his attention. Yeah. Things couldn't be going better...He slams the locker door shut. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -- - -- - - - - - - - - -- -- - - - - - - - After the Shizz got finished with Mick, he took us out for a good breakfast. Me and Shamrock just wanted to go back and eat in the room. But he insisted. It was good; don't get me wrong. But my pillow was calling me. Finally, Max starts getting to the point.Max Knight: Ok, boys. One win in a handicap match is nothing to celebrate. This is the real test this week...Jackpot: Whatcha mean nothing? We finished off the idiot ape in nothing flat!!As I sipped my coffee and without even looking up, I muttered: WE finished him off? Don't remember you there when I rolled his ass up...Jackpot almost jumps up: What are you sayin' ICE?Max reaches up and touches his shoulder: Sit down Mick. It was a group effort, believe me. I got my Shizz Kick in. I will guarantee you he will be distracted this week watching both ICE and me. If he didn't know I was viable threat last week, he does now.Jackpot sits down steaming a bit. Max Knight: Mick, you have your own problems with this new guy...JACKPOT: Green Lantern?Max almost physically facepalms himself. Max Knight: SCOTT GREEN! Damn...What I was sayin' to ICECOLD here was that the big ape will be distracted and, if he just keeps to the game plan, we should find a chink in his armor in nothing flat.ICECOLD: You just take Slick out of the equation. I'll take care of the oaf...Suddenly, a beautiful young woman walks up wearing a tight, but business like dress, carrying a note pad and wearing what looked like librarian glasses. Max lit up suddenly: AH! Boys, this is Stacy Kinsey. She is a freelance writer for several sports papers in the areas. We go way back, don't we Stace?Stacy puts her pad down lays a massive kiss on the Shizz. It doesn't take long for Max to return the favor as the two of them are locked up for some time. Mickey: DAMN! Just how far back are you gonna go?JJ slaps Shamrock as the two come up for air. Max Knight: Yeah, hello to you too Stacy.Stacy: Hello, Max. You don't call? You've been in town for weeks and you just now call me?Max smiles: A grave oversight on my part. Uh, ok, Stace this is Mickey Shamrock and Jimmy White...Stacy: Oh, I know them. Been reading up on you boys. Big things expected out of you two.Mickey: Damn straight!Stacy peers at him over her black glasses: Well, I HOPE so...Max breaks in: The reason I called you was more about our opponent this week than it is us. We've worked through our problems, but, it seems, Kongo and his manager, Slick, are having their differences. And I think it has to do with the fact that Slick is in collusion with the management to stap Kongo into a racist, idiotic gimmick.As Stacy eyeballs Mickey, Max breaks in again: You really MUST write this down, Stacy. What I'm about to tell you is PRINT worthy...As the hot young thing begins to write notes, Max goes on: Ok, let's talk about KONGO'S family...
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pete
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Post by pete on Apr 15, 2013 17:09:04 GMT -6
(The following scene takes place before Shockwave 4.)
Slick Harrison[/b] and Edwin "King Congo" Solomon [/b] jostle each other playfully as they stride down a corridor at HEW Headquarters. The Texan, who has a huge smile on his face, suddenly raises a massive hand to plant a slap on his manager's back, making Slick[/b] flinch slightly:
Edwin Solomon: You da' man, Slick! You're a fuckin' genius! Man, even *I* almost bought that fuckin' promo!
The agent smiles uncharacteristically coyly:
Slick Harrison: Well, I have you to thank for trustin' me, my dear boy...
Edwin[/b] makes a dismissive gesture:
Solomon: Are ya kiddin'? An' the catchphrase? How come ya ain't nevah told me you was fo' real?
This time, Slick[/b]'s smile has a dose of mischief:
Slick: You never asked, my dear boy.
The pair crack up laughing once again, and are still chuckling when they are approached by a young intern brandishing some sheets of paper. Slick[/b] takes them absent-mindedly and begins to skim:
Slick: What's this? Ah yes, your match...let's see...
As he reads, however, the manager expression begins to change, first to a deep frown, then to a mixture of outrage and apprehension. Picking up on this, Edwin[/b] frowns himself:
Solomon: What's up, Slick?
It is with the utmost reluctance that the agent breaks the news to his client:
Slick: Ed, you're...um...booked to lose.
The big man's reaction is predictable in its intensity, as he rips the sheets from his manager's hands:
Solomon: What...?! Again?! Lemme see that shit...! Then, as he glances over the pages:
Solomon: Aw, HELL NO!
Slick: My thoughts exactly. We should...
Before Harrison[/b] can finish, however, his client is already barreling past him, causing the talent agent to visibly quake. As he starts after Solomon[/b], however, he admits to the big Texan:
Slick: Yeah, that's what I was gonna...Ed, slow *down*, goddammit!
Edwin[/b] concedes to let his manager catch up before walking the final few metres separating him from the offices of HEW General Manager David Parker[/b]. As manager and client burst through the door, the businessman is calmly looking at his iPad, and barely raises his head to acknowledge them. Solomon[/b], however, wastes no time getting in his face:
Solomon: Yo, what the fuck is this bullshit? Why am I losin' to these bozos?
To Parker[/b]'s surprise, Slick[/b] does not try to calm his protege down, instead joining in the protest:
Slick: MIS-tah Parker, we had an agreement concernin' this week's match. We were undah the IM-pression that it would be a, what's the term, a...Ryback situation.
The HEW GM, however, merely flashes the pair an oily smile:
David Parker: Might'a been the case...with Harley. He always liked you two assholes. But guess what? He skipped town. Had some urgent business to deal with up North.
Parker[/b] lets out a derisive snort before concluding:
Parker: So guess what? Y'all answer to me now. An' if you don't get the hell out of here in the next 60 seconds. you're gonna spend the rest of your time here jobbing to Santa. Understand?
Edwin[/b] seems ready to rant some more, but this time, Slick[/b] does restrain him, whispering some urgent words to him. The big Texan seemingly sees the sense in them, as he relents, but not before threatening his superior once more:
Solomon: This ain't the end of it, Parker! This is bullshit!
David Parker, chuckling at his own joke: No, it's Boo'Shiet!
And with this, he slams the door to his office behind the backs of his two rapidly departing employees, and returns to the girl on girl video waiting on his iPad.
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