Forum: Role Plays

YouTube recording of an outtake from Jonathan Ross's last ever show, never previously broadcast Ross: Our first guest has twuly earned the accolade of US Politician You Weally Don't Want To Mess With. In a thwee way between him, Arnold Schwartzenegger and Sawah Palin, I know which one I'd be behind. (Audience laughs) Ross: Ladies and Gentlemen, EWE westler, former World Champion and...

Before we see anything more than darkness, we hear the unmistakable slow popping of gases exploding from pockets in the neck. We then see Michael Hayden, righting his head after cracking his neck. The light of the scene shifts a bit as he adjusts his glasses, a smile on his face. My friends, this has been done before. Too often for my liking in fact, however it's not something one can...

Right now I should be excited, I should have adrenaline running through my veins, a match against the World Heavyweight Champion. Something that would usually have me at my very best, especially when I have something to prove like I do now, would have me in peak physical condition, I would be raring to go. An unleashed, angry, violent beast maybe what you expect, what you need, what you deserve...

'Cause I am you laydeeeeeeeeeeee and you are my maaaaaaaaaaaan Whenever you reach for me, I'll do all that I caaaaaaaan We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been, sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn 'bout the power of luuuuuuuuuurve' Jokester throws a shoe at the CD player which causes it to skip horribly. He lies on his old couch dressed in his usual gear, an...

JMC sits crouched over his desk, looking around at the clutter of papers he holds before him. A series of collections of the works of Oscar Wilde stand in one corner and JMC looks down on it and the rest of the jumble with discontent. His eyes dart up to meet the neutral look of the camera. Herein lies the situation as it currently stands… There is no other way to word what has currently...

Dust strolls into the locker room of the Springfield Stadium. He drops his gear bag and takes a seat, glancing at the walls around him. The stale smell of sweat from the previous occupants still hangs in the air, as well as the probable occupants before that and before that. This is my weekly ritual before any big match that I am to take part in. The night before any event I stroll the halls,...

Chet: Here is your winner... Dust! *Click* The television screen goes dead and a hotel room is left lit solely by a dim table lamp. Dust is sitting up in bed, an EWE t-shirt and a pair of jeans on. His hair is still damp from the cold shower he took at the Springfield Stadium. The Peoples King tosses aside the remote having completed his post-match ritual, a shot of Jameson and a quick look...

Dust sits at a table in his kitchen, a rag in his hand and a tin of polish resting in front of him. With great care Dust polishes the gold of his newly won WE Tag Team Championship. He stops rubbing the belt and looks at it for a moment, satisfaction etched across his drink hardened face. Dust lays the title down on the table with pride and tosses the rag aside. It would be quite easy for me...

I betta find you love and i betta find your heart I betta find your love and i betta find your heart I betta find your love and i betta find your heart I bet if i give all my love then nothing gonna tear us a.... Heh... yeah right... The hits Drake single "Find Your Love" and when the scene open to an unplugged radio we know why. The camera pans up to see Jerimiah Ranks standing...

Cream colored wallpaper lined the inner walls of the hotel overlooking the Atlantic that The Judge is staying at. A balcony from his room shows an amazing view of the sun setting into the horizon, the glow bleeding through the halfway opened curtains and onto The Judge's hands, folded over a desk near the window. The Judge looks down at the note below his hands, the writing was scattered and...

Sal Karver leaned wearily forward on the counter, he had bags under his eyes, his arm ached from supporting his body as he slumped over the desk. He wanted desperately to shift to his other arm, but the pain would be terrible, and that aside, he was too tired to do anything other than he was doing. At last, the uniformed man returned to the other side of the desk, and looked an exhausted Karver...

One year ago, after a life changing event in my personal life, I began a crusade against the World. A World I felt had done me wrong, a World I felt I was owed by. So for the next year I made it my mission to go out in front of that crowd each and every night and make a statement, because I was not being heard, someone of my size and stature should not be ignored, but that's exactly what was...

The door slams shut behind Sal Karver and he collapses on the bed, dropping his suitcase just moments before. He exhales and turns around, resting on his back and staring up at the ceiling of his hotel room. Several minutes pass before he becomes aware he's lost all sense of time. He reaches into his pocket and slides open his phone. 8:47 p.m. He frowns and realizes his phone is still on...

Scene: 'Our Lady of the Crushed Vertebrae' Ward, St James Hospital, Dublin. A private room. A patient lies in a hospital bed hooked up to drips and monitors. The patients is swathed in bandages - presumably to a major head wound, and only his eyes are visible. He wears a revolving bow tie. Callista pushes open the door. She carries two melons because she knows how Jokester's mind works. She...

*A man sitting at a table. Several books laid out, open to various places, stacked about the top. SiNN looks up at the camera, light glinting off his glasses.* SiNN: I have had to do a lot or research. JMC and I have spent a lot of time in the same companies. Wrestled a lot of the same people. Probably even come across each other in the past. But I have been doing this for quite some time,...

For so long I made clear my plans to take on the man I felt cost me the WPW Championship, a man who for the last seven months or so had made my life a living hell, following me around each corner, pushing me to the limit, backing me up against the wall, and forcing me to take on the entire world. As much as I hated you for what you were doing to me, I still couldn't help but feel a certain amount...