New year...Same goal.

[blade13]

Tag-Cap-Cold War-Preview-New Years Match
The One/Blade/Jesse Long vs. T-Dog vs. OBG

The scene opens up with a view of Blade LaVigne sitting down in his hotel room on a leather couch holding a bottle of egg-nog which is open just a tap. The cameraman begins to walk around Blade while facing the camera at him. All you can hear is a count down which is coming from the room across from him.

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6..5...4..3....2...1! HAPPY NEW YEARS!

Back in Blade's room he raises the bottle of egg-nog and takes a drink After wards placing it on the table, Blade leans back and begins to speak.

2010 will be full of excitement and all day I've been asked what is my New year's resolution?

I told them, heh same as this year. To become a champion, the world champion in EWE. They looked at me like I was crazy, either they've never heard of EWE or they shook their head and walk away. I don't like to be disrespected but I will prove to them and to the whole world that I don't walk with history, I make history! I won the God of Live championship without most fans cheering me on and hell I will win the EWE world belt as well.

See the fans I do have know that I can win matches and that I am good enough to bring myself from the bottom to the top of the ladder of success.

Look at me in the face and tell me that I haven't been improving, tell me that I have never beaten the One or the Judge. I had that iron-man championship in my hands, yes I blew that match but I will walk into this year better than ever, after our week off I have healed and am ready to take on any superstar that is put in front of me.

Blade gives a quick pause and continues.

I know that I've been having bad luck inside the ring lately but I promise that I will make up for it by winning my match this week.

Please don't give up on me. I may only have two wins since signing here but this year will be different, I just know it. I will capitalize in my matches, I will overcome anything my opponents throw at me. I promise you fans out there that I would win that iron man champion didn't I? I did, but I failed not just myself but you. Not anymore, every opportunity I get to wrestle I will win!

Without you I would be nothing, without you cheering my name I would be nothing. I am walking into this new year with a new look on EWE and I am placing myself on the right path to gold! Its a new year but I have the same goal, to be victorious.

Now I have a match that I been dieing to talk about and its the main event for Awakening. I, the One, and Jesse Long go up against T-Dog and EWE's newest

Blade cocks a smirk.

World champion OBG!

My chance to get ahold of the world champion, this is my chance to take out OBG and show every who should be holding that world belt. Not Omar, I the one man dynasty Blade LaVigne should have that world gold around MY waist.

I worked harder than he has, and seriously he proved and showed nothing to the roster that he is able to be a leader and our world title holder.

Omar, after my team beats you and T-Dog and I receive the world title match that I deserve except a good match between me and you for your world belt and I will show you the right way on holding a belt! I know I sound like a dick, a jerk but its the truth.

Yes my last match ended in a lost and but it wasn't a shut out now was it? No. None of my matches ended with me not putting up a great battle.

Back to my match, I don't know how this match is going to go down but as you can see Me and my group leader I guess you can say The One will be teaming up with Jesse Long. You probably don't know Jesse yet but you will, trust me you will stick to this guy.

Us three like I said will be taking on the up and comer T-Dog and our world champion Omar. I don't have anything to say about this match or about my opponents..

Good luck to T-Dog... and Omar, hold on to the title as long as you can.

See you later men.

Blade winks at the camera as the camera fades to black and the scene finishes and ends.

[OBG]

Happy New Year...

The scene opens up ith OBG standing in front of a tombstone. Omar is wearing all black. Black Leather Jacket, Black Jeans, Black Nike Boots, and Black Shades. Tears roll down his eyes as he looks down. The Tombstone says R.I.P Rachel Gibson April 9th, 1956 - Jan. 1st 2010.

OBG: My mother died today...The last thing I want to hear is...what match I am in...what resolutions silly wrestlers have...or who wants my world title.

He takes the title off his waist in frustration and looks like he wanted to chuck it but stops.

This is what you guys want!? You want to take this from me!? You don't care if im hundred percent or not!?

Well I don't give a sh*t about you either. My body is hundred percent...I just don't know where my mentality is at.

I feel like a lose cannon...a ticking time bomb. I just want to kill everyone and everything. I feel like Darkseid looking for the anti-life equation. I just want to destroy everything because of my angry and sadness.

Well...thats how I feel at the moment...(chuckles) sh*t I might feel happy in 20 minutes. I am Bipolar, I just can't seem to choose an emotion. The emotion just takes over me.

This is why I am a very unpredictable champion. You just don't know...what I do or what will I say. Some just hear only one word out of my mouth..."Pain" or "Suffer". However, thats what they want to hear because that is what greets them when they enter this world.

Mom...you never wanted to see me angry. You always wanted to see me happy. I was happy that I won this title because for once a Gibson...is having good things happen to him. I earned Fame...Fortune...Love...and Respect. But I knew my happiness would die down soon. Because on this New Day...On this New Year...I have to Mourn because of your passing.

Omar is shaking and more tears are rolling down his face. He falls to his knees.

Mom...I Love You! I will never forget you. You will be missed...

...Mom...



OOC: Umm this RP was very hard for me and RPing in general has been hard for me lately. My friend's mother has been sick for a month and she died on New Years Day...I dedicated this RP to her n her mom...she is like my sister and her mom was like my second mom. R.I.P Rachel Daily Mu Lu (miss u love u)...

[Mr. Long]

(Fade in to show an EWE house show. The fans are still buzzing after watching Drunk & Disorderly thoroughly dismantle some local jobbers. Let's say it was Jimmy Havoc and Leroy Kincaide, I don't really remember, or care. Either way, The One and 2 are making their way to the back as "Amerika" by Rammstein hits the PA system. As the drunken tag team reaches the curtain, Jesse Long steps out, and the three men pause and stare at each other. They exchange some inaudible words, most likely about their upcoming main event match against T-Dog and OBG. They share a three way fist bump and Jesse continues to the ring as One & 2 return to the back. Jesse climbs into the ring and asks for a microphone. The crowd is unsure of how to react to "The American Icon")

Jesse: How about that match, Lichtenstein?!

(The crowd pops, cheaply)

Jesse: First of all, I'd like to be the first to wish each and every one of you a Happy New Year!

(The crowd continues to cheer for "The American Icon")

Jesse: Yes, I'd like to, but unfortunately, you people don't deserve it.

(The fans turn on Jesse)

Jesse: Oh you can just shut the fuck up. I've been here for a couple of weeks, and I haven't been given a goddamned ounce of hospitality from you fucks. Most of my shit was stolen, the only apartment I could find within a thousand miles of anywhere is practically a toxic waste dump, the food here sucks, which probably explains your nasty ass teeth, none of you fuckers speak English, you all drive on the wrong side of the road, and just for irony's sake, the only marginally decent times I've had was when I went to a pub across the street from my dilapidated apartment. Shit, I had to spend Christmas by myself, with my wife and newborn daughter on the other side of the world. To make matters worse, I had to spend it in this worthless shit hole you foreigners call a continent.

(The Lichtenstein crowd is now firmly against Jesse)

Jesse: Seriously, why can't you guys just be more like America? It really is the best country in the world. We have the best schools, the best food, the biggest cars, our women have the biggest tits, and of course, we've got Barack Obama. Come on guys, let's here it for The President! OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!

(Instead of following along, the crowd opts to form their own chant, aimed directly at "The American Icon")

Crowd: GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK!

Jesse: BAH! I don't have time for you foreigners, I'll deal with you all later. I have bigger fish to fry this week.

...

Speaking of fish, tell all of your mothers I said thanks for last night, hahaha!

(The fans boo the admittedly poor joke)

Jesse: Alright alright, I'll admit that was a shitty joke. I'm a bit rusty guys, cut me some slack. Anyway, on to my match this Monday. I see a lot a familiar faces in that locker room, three of whom I'll be sharing a ring with come Awakening 6. This Monday, in the main event, I make my return to in-ring action when I team with The One and Blade LaVigne against T-Dog and OBG, the EWE Champion and his #1 Contender, respectively. To be honest, I'm not one hundred percent clear on the actual dynamics of this match. Are T-Dog and OBG teaming up? Is it a wonky triple threat match? Really, I don't care, I'm just curious. If anyone has any idea, please shoot me an email at TheRealJesseLong@gmail.com.

You know, it's been quite a few years since The One and myself have teamed together, and I must say, it's feels good to fight the good with my tag team buddy and former co-Champion once again. Now Blade on the other hand. Oh Blade. If a year ago someone told me that I'd be teaming with you, I'd shout to the heavens and ask the gods that I don't believe in to explain to me why I was being punished. I'm gonna shoot straight here, If I had to make a short list of wrestlers I found entertaining, you'd be nowhere near it. Recently though, you've really turned yourself around kid, and you're really coming into your own. I look forward to seeing what you bring to the table come Monday.

On to our opponents. T-Dog, you and I have shared a locker room for quite some time now, dating all the way back to PCW. And if memory serves, we've never squared off. You've come along way since your days of hosting The Dog House. You've established yourself as one of the top wrestlers in all of Europe. Hell, you've got yourself a main event EWE Title match at the inaugural EWE pay-per-view. *clap* *clap* *clap* Good for you. But if I were you Doggie, I wouldn't get too comfy. You're rapidly approaching the summit, and for that, I applaud you. However, keep a close eye on that red, white, and blue freight train from hell that's going to pass you a hell of a lot sooner than you'd like. Because once I leapfrog you and leave you in my dust, there's no coming back. Prepare yourself for long hard fall back down to Earth.

As for our Bona-Fide Champion. OBG, you are one of the few members of the EWE roster that I'm not familiar with. Cherish that fact Omar, because it is the only advantage I'll ever give you. However, please don't misread our unfamiliarity for weakness on my part, as it will be the biggest mistake of your career. You are EWE's second champion, an honor some would argue is a higher accomplishment than being the first. Now, I couldn't give two shits if you were the first champion, the second champion, the tenth champion, the forty-seventh champion, the first black champion, or the first champion with severe agoraphobia brought on by a case of headcrabs. The fact of the matter is, you're championship reign is on borrowed time. If T-Dog doesn't win the title at Damnation, you can bet your ass that I'm coming for you and that ten pound strap around your waist. However, that's the future, albeit the immediate future, but the future nonetheless. Let us focus on the here and now. In less than two days, you and I will meet for the first time, and if you think you've had a hard knock life before, it's gonna seem like a fucking paradise by the time I'm through with you. In less than two days OBG, you, along with your little "Pain Pal" T-Dog will both learn that freedom isn't free...

And you will all pay the price.

("Amerika" plays once again and Jesse Long drops the mic and makes leaves the ring. As he climbs through the top and middle ropes, his foot catches and he falls to ground, landing face first on the protective mats)

Jesse: FUCK!

(Fade out)

[APostingGod]

A voice machine starts to run.

*Click*

The One: Well I figured that someday I should manage to win a match, and with the help from two of my new buddies - I had a small chance to do that very thing! Now, I know my friends back in the states are use to The One being a intimidating opponent, but if you know my career, you know it’s time for me to relax and enjoy my career as it’s winding down. We all know that my reign as the pinnacle wouldn’t last forever, and I’m glad to end with my old buddy 2 and Jesse Long, not to mention I think we could teach Blade Trinity a thing or two.

However, don’t think for a minute that I have lost my touch - oh no, just because I choose not to destroy my mind in route to destroying their bodies, doesn’t mean I won’t walk in that ring, and show you who I am. No, I plan on winning this week - and I plan on watching the two new guys own a victory over the two biggest names currently in this company. Then, I begin my master plan involving 2 and I. A plan that will not only change EWE forever, but will end what ever you thought you knew about drunk and disorderly.

So I take my leave until tomorrow, I have far more pressing issues to deal with. Jesse and Blade can take it from here.

*Click*

[OBG]

The scene opens up in a Dojo. A couple of people are sparring and some are getting today's lessons from their teachers. Omar is in the corner punching the heavy bag. He lets out alot of grunts as he keeps punching away at the heavy bag as fast and as hard as he can. Two Guys are staring at Omar.

Guy #1: Isn't that the EWE Champion?

Guy #2: I think so...damn he is really going to town on that heavy bag.

Guy #1: Yeah it sounds good. Real Good! He really must know how to punch.

The door opens and a man walks in.

Guy #1: Hey Derek, We got the EWE champion in the house.

Guy #2: Yeah he really is The Real Dea...

Derek: Th-That Idiot!

Derek runs and tries to stop Omar. He puts him in a full nelson to stop him from punching anymore.

Derek: Omar stop! You've been hitting that thing non-stop ever since I left a half an hour ago! Omar Stop!

Omar struggles and his eyes are bloodshot as he clearly wants to hit some more. Derek is having a very tough time controlling him.

Derek: Come On Omar! STOP!!!

The rest of the people in the dojo turn around to see whats going on. Some of them run to help. Derek is losing his grip and Omar throws a couple of punches to the bag. Some get hit as well as they try to stop Omar.

Derek: Stop Damn it! Yo someone grab his hands!

It took 12 people to actually put him down on the floor. Omar is still struggling to break free and punch some more. However, He is slowly settling down. They take the black boxing gloves off of him. Both of Omar's hands are badly bloodied. Omar is shaking as he stares at his bloody hands. Derek takes a look at Omar's hands.

Derek: What the hell is wrong with you man?

Omar doesn't answer as Derek checks his hands.

Derek: (sigh) Well...your bones seem to be fine. Omar, I know you are a champion now but you shouldn't over do on your trainning. You can injure yourself bad like that.

Omar still doesn't answer

Derek: Yo? What is wrong with you? Say Someting...

Omar gets up and Derek does the same as he is worry about Omar

OBG: Because...saying something...will bring my mom back.

Omar walks pass everyone as his bloodly hands continue to drip all over the floor.

End Scene.

[blade13]

The scene opens up with a view of Blade LaVigne sitting on his fancy little leather couch.

The smell of Axe body spray can be smelt in the air as Blade LaVigne begins to speak.

As I wake each morning and I sleep each night I continue to think about having a championship around my waist.

I tell myself that it will happen and when it does I can't screw it up like I did for the Ironman championship.

I been told that I've been doing good here in EWE but is that really true? I beat the Judge and the One, two wins does not make a superstar good. Two out of five matches!

That shows lack for focus and yeah you may say my past opponents won by luck and maybe they were better than me or maybe it was luck, who knows.

I give my all into every match I walk into.

I can win a match or I lose, thats how pro wrestling works. You either lose and give up or like me, you can lose a match yet pat yourself on the back because you know that you gave a good fight and there is always next week.

This is my week to prove to the roster, Jeffery O'Donnell and to the whole world that I am what I say I am and that is a winner.

I will bring my team a victory, of course I will be helped by Jesse Long and The One but I will make sure Omar or T-Dog do not walk out of this match as the winner.

Blade gives a quick pause and continues.

My chance of glory is now, this is a new year and a new chance at championship gold, I have a path that I must take and it won't be easy but at the end of the road will be a light and a championship just for me..

Trust me..

A championship..

Just for

Me!

Scene ends with Blade getting up off of his couch and leaving the room.