6 man tag team Paro&The Flock vs. The Corperation

[AJ]

6 man tag team Match


Paroxysm & Raven Trueblood & Rabbit vs. Shane Trudex & Judas Tyme & James King

*Post your Role Plays below, RP Limit = 2 RP PER TEAM!!!
Deadline = 7-3-2015 @11pm EST

[Shane Trudex]

The scene opens backstage at the IWS Warehouse just prior to Injection going on the air to all computer sites and hackers of the underground world. Rumors have been circulating and for weeks speculation has risen about the return of an IWS legend....a former champion....a true "Trademark" to the company named Insane Wrestling Society. The reference is tied to the return to the one known as Shane Trudex. Is he truly returning to the Insane Asylum once again to reek havoc and chaos amongst everyone that he is so known for?? Perhaps this week....the crazies and the loonies known as the fans of the IWS will soon get their answer. The camera opens and the faint light illuminates a figure which reveals himself to be Shane Trudex...THE Shane Trudex in person. Sporting a leather jacket, dark sunglasses, jeans, and a t-shirt, he glares towards the ceiling before he starts to speak.



Shane Trudex: You know....people make fun of the band Coldplay because they aren't really a heavy, slap the taste out of your mouth, rock band like Slipknot. They aren't really some funk jivin' hip hop beatin' group like a Maroon 5. They damn well aren't some honky tonk country breed like Zac Brown Band. No....Coldplay is unique and really their lyrics are pretty deep. Lead singer Chris Martin said it best that....Lights will guide you home. I mean think about that shit....lights will guide you home....5 simple words that have such deep fucking meaning. Society goes out and wanders around aimlessly looking for reason in life. Maybe it is finding that perfect job....maybe it is the perfect mate....perhaps the perfect car or home. They are just looking for that perfect opportunity and life. What they don't realize is that usually....it's lying right underneath their nose the whole time and they overlook the true meaning of perfection and happiness because they expect perfection and happiness to be bright lights and colorful rainbows lighting up the sky. I am a prime example of that situation. I have been in this business for over 15 years and I have been from the west coast to the east coast...from the north down to the south and hell even overseas to Japan. I have went into battle for more companies than I can even remember. The XWF's....the TNA's....the EHWF's....the WEW's....the UWF's....the list goes on and on. On this map of my travels, there is this little warehouse known as the IWS, the Insane Wrestling Society.

Shane holds up his hand like a map and points to his palm, creating that slight visual feeling.

Shane Trudex: Now this place....I had some killer memories here. Feud of the Year against Dax Clark and his group of bitches....oh yeah you all remember that shit alright. I won the tag team championship alongside Blake Archer. I went on to run the gauntlet and defy the odds on my way to win the IWS Universe Championship. From those feuds, to those titles, to dropping some authority bitch in that ring because she looked at me wrong....I managed to leave a pretty good impression. However, I felt like there was more and so I left and ventured out to see what I could find. That's right, even against Josie Pleasure's wishes and threatening me of not ravishing that luscious body of hers....I still left because I knew there would be so much more out there. Wanna know what I found?? Misery....heartache....headaches....stress....bitches....more bitches....and a shit ton of aggravation and politics that just don't, it just don't fly with me man. That's when it clicked with me....rolling in my broken down piece of shit Pinto at the time....Coldplay comes on the radio and those 5 words "Lights will guide me home"....that's when it hit me. I looked up to realize I was passing the exit on the freeway that brings you down to this place right here. Call it coincidence....call it fate....chance it a miracle, doesn't matter to me. All I know is that all that shit I was looking for when I left, I already had it man....had right in my hands for the taking. It was right here....in this building, in this very place, in the IWS....that I would try to find true happiness. That my friends....is why this son of a bitch is back.



Shane Trudex: Let me just say that since I have came back....I get more sex and Josie and I fuck more than ever. Talk about a killer reward right?? Now peeps, don't adjust your television sets people, I am the real deal. I am not some fat ass fake prick dancing around, getting his ass kicked, claiming to be me. I am the 100% legit ass kicker that everyone knows, loves, or hates. What a way to come back in a style....6 man tag team match. Those who know me understands that I don't play nice with other people. However, I was offered a nice payday to step in and be an enforcer for this match. Now looking at the paper, I am teamed up with a guy I just met a little bit ago in Judas Tyme. Seems like a unique fella for sure. Our partner is a guy who looks to the heavens and is known as the Savior, James King. Now across from us, I see a guy known as Paroxysm....Peroxide...Parasitic...whatever his name is, lil Rabbit, and an old acquaintance of mine in Raven Trueblood. Raven, you and I know each other real well....we bashed each other's face in a few times for sure. So yeah you have the 6 of us in this match....sounds like one hell of a time for sure. No doubt, this is the return the fans have begged for....the IWS has been wanting....and it's about to go down like a nuclear meltdown.

[Paroxysm]

     "Ah yas, ah yass... James King. The Prince of Peas. The man who peas forgot. When will this guy ever learn, eh? I'm Eh-dan Fucking Ca$h, former iWs Universe Champion and full time alcoholic. Yah can't beat Paro, yah can't beat me, why don't yah just stick to beatin women, yah womanizer sadist punk ass bitch mother fucker."
     "Shit."
     "Cock, ass, balls."
     "Shit shit. DAMNIT!"
     "Ay! Watch yer language ya little prick," shouted Johnny Malloy.
     "Ah fuck off ya mick!" Aidan shouted back from the center of Johnny's training ring. He began to motion like he was going to fight Johnny, and then fell over. I don't know why I said he looks like Lance Storm. I shoulda said Scott Hall. Or John Kick, RIP.
     "I'm just... just tryin to tell that King fella he needs to mind his peas and q's."
     "Yer not even wrestling yet, what the hell do you care?"
     "Cuz I got problems with him and need to teach him some FUCKING manners!"
     "Yeah buddy, you tell em!" I shout as I walk out from the back locker room to the ring.
     "Petey... Petey... I mean, Paro... yah gotta take care of that little piece of SHIT!"
     "Yeah buddy, will do."
     "No, no, I MEAN IT. Take care of him... like ya took care of his brother!"
     "Yeah Aidan, I'll do that. Now, can you get out of the god damn ring so Johnny and Mark and I can go over a few things?"
     "Yass, yass... just take out James King..."

***

     "Ah yass," Aidan said to John Minor, Associate General Manager of Caltree Chemicals (stock symbol CCSI) named after famed inventor Irving Caltree. Back in the late 1800s, Irving invented caltite plastic - the first commercial plastic and named after himself - through no great skill of his own. Irving wasn't an idiot, he just wasn't very smart. He was however quite ambitious & power hungry, and those skills drove Irving to see if he could replicate his caltite experiment & when he finally did, he patented that sumbitch & then sat back & waited for the money to flow in. And it flow it did. His company, then named Caltree Industries thrived after the patent & times were good for Irving - his face was plastered all over the newspapers, reports of his invention was discussed on the nightly radio broadcasts, & he was introduced to some of the other great inventors, physicists, & chemists of the day: Einstein (who had just (well, just for 1900 standards) released his theory of relativity in 1905), Planck, Carl Jung, Erwin Shroedinger, (jesus, were there ANY smart amurican's back then?), Kurt Godel (no), & Alan Turing (no again). All of them knew immediately that Irving was a moron. But, since this was before the interwebs, that truth was closeted to most of the world and Irving was still able to enjoy the fruits of his fame & even had a few threesomes & foursomes where women eagerly, but politely (remember, this was over 100 years ago) fought for the attention of his average sized penis. [In 1943, while he lay on his deathbed at the age of 61, Irving would talk of his sexual conquests, most of which were extramarital, to his wife and kids. Disgusted by this, they all unanimously voted against a new, but relatively routine, procedure that would have prolonged Irving's life by at least 10 years.]
     Things were good for Irving. Everybody, I mean EVERYBODY, needed caltite for something. Caltree was pulling in so much cash he had to work even harder, and even more hours to piss it all away chasing the next great invention. Some men are born fortunate & have many wonderful ideas; some men only get one, and they make the most of it; Irving was the latter and convinced he was the former. Around 1907, Leo Baekeland invented bakelite plastic a far superior and more durable plastic than caltite was. And at the same time, many of Irving's long time factory workers began to become seriously ill with a rare form of cancer that we now know as angiosarcoma which was caused directly by exposure to vinyl chloride, something Irving had accidentally made a part of his caltite plastic.
     And just like that, the threesomes were over.
     By some miracle (and by miracle, I mean a frugal & fiscally responsible wife) Irving had not gone completely bankrupt. He had incorporated and thus was not personally responsible for the angiosarcoma and he had had enough foresight to sign up for every insurance possible (this subsequently bankrupted Meyers Insurance, the small outfit that insured Caltree Industries - insurance policies have been made much more specific in their wording). All was not well for Irving, as the angiosarcoma had begun to take hold of Irving's body. This was great news to his family, because this meant he couldn't waste anymore money inventing, or on prostitutes. Irving was left to sit around & converse with his wife & kids.
     Unfortunately for Irving, he loathed his family & all filial responsibility. Come to think of it, he actually loathed all responsibility. By this time, his two boys [Irving Philip Caltree Jr. & Irving Philip Caltree III, who went by Albert for reasons lost to history] were aged 14 & 10 respectively & had already written their father off for his ambivalence to their childhoods. Irving Sr knew this & never attempted to reconcile.
     Irving's daughter, Rosemary, was just two years old, the product of one of the many drunken nights that followed the demise of Caltree Industries [it was also the only time he had made love to his wife in the last 5 years]. Irving knew there was still hope for her, even if she couldn't carry on the Caltree name, she could still carry on his legacy, or what he wanted his legacy to be. Irving had been given two years to live, which was good for Irving, because he knew he couldn't fake being a father for any longer than that.
     Irving sat down at his inventing desk and began to ponder the problem at hand. It would be fairly easy to fool a toddler, he thought. He just needed to invent the way. He had recently befriended a local boy named Jack Wilson who was always walking around with a camera and fancied himself as a photographer. For all the poor things I've said about Irving, he did have one skill - manipulation. You don't get threesomes and foursomes without a bit of manipulation. Irving convinced Jack that it would be a good idea to go around and photograph an American family and how they grow. Irving even convinced Jack that this idea was actually Jack's idea.
     "Jack, my boy, that's a great idea!"
     "Gee, Mr. Caltree, do you really think so?"
     "I sure do. Who do you have in mind?"
     "Well, I haven't much thought of anything really or even whom to ask. Actually, this whole idea is very new to me... You wouldn't kn..."
     "My Family? Well, now that could work..."
     "That wasn't what I was going to ask, but would you be interested Mr. Caltree? That sure would be nice of you and your family."
     "Jack, I'd love to. But I can't speak for the missus. How about you come by later today and ask her? I'm sure she'll say yes if you ask her."
     "Yes sir! I'll be over a little later today sir!"
     Jack, whose real name was John, came by and got the requisite permission he needed from Edith Caltree. From then on, Jack would stop by once or twice a month, notifying the Caltree's in advance, and take time to photograph the family in various places to capture the life of a contemporary Amurican family. Irving was careful to be on his best behavior, even towards the boys who he had written off, on those days & helped guide Jack to the scenes he wanted captured: pictures of him playing with Rosemary, or reading to Rosemary, or of the whole family with Rosemary on his lap. Everywhere Irving went, so did Rosemary. Irving even had it written into his will that when Rosemary turned 18, she would receive a few of his favorite prints from this collection.
     The other smart thing Irving did, was to create two companies, Caltech Industries and Caltech Chemicals - the one Aidan works for now. Caltech Chemicals was actually created first and they were the company that housed all 37 patents that Irving created in his lifetime. When Caltech Industries was forced into bankruptcy, Caltech Chemicals was able to continue to operate as normal. Caltech Chemicals was to be transferred to Rosemary when she was at least 21 and graduated from college, as decreed by Irving's will.

***

     Well well well, guess who's back, back again, Shane Trudex is back, iWs my friend. The Trademark. Josie's lover. An icon, one of the greatest competitors of all time, is back, in I W S. Can ya feel the excitement? Can ya? I can feel it... or maybe that's just the chlamydia - 3 more days of this antibiotic and doc said I'll be good to go.
     Shane, I got some news for you, if you think you can just waltz in here and bang Josie a bunch in your sweet jeans and leather jacket with that really cool new haircut and get away with all of it... well.. well... damn, even those sunglasses are pretty sweet. I guess you can do all those things. Buuuuuttt... and this is a Nikki Minaj sized but, if you think you can just come in here and do all those sweet things AND beat me and Raven and Rabbit, you gots another thing comin buddy.

***

[Dr. Tyme]

This production was to feature The Trademark Shane Trudex, but his people and Tyme's people could not reach a good enough scheduled. Without further adieu here is the man of the hour, the Doctor of Rock n Roll, the Sweet Sensation the Sultan of Sex appeal. The Priceless Superstar, Judas TYMEEEEEEEEE!

Judas Tyme
- "You're welcome, you're welcome. This is the first time your eyes have laid sight upon this loveliness. A lot of talk has went around this place The Corporation what are these guys about? Why is Ryan Sharpe talking up this Judas Tyme guy? Simple...because I am the God Damn Show! You guys want to know about the corporation while let me lay it out there for you. We are a unit, we are an army. We defend the business around here. Josie Pleasure one bad ass bitch and her sex nugget Shane Trudex....The Mother Fuckin' Trademark! The Natural Order are our allies in this war. What war you might ask? The war of power everyone knows that Ryan Sharpe knows what's best for business. Queen Sophie is too pissy sissy and thinks about profit. Fuck the profit! Let's get to what's really important....Respect! Paroxysm and The Flock they don't deserve respect. Those guys fight heart and soul for causes that are frivilent. One of the men that is having issues with one of those three men is The Prince of Peace... James King!"

The cameras cut off the fly looking Judas Tyme to the tribal tattoo'd pierced James King in his wrestling attire rubbing his hand together and licking his lips.

James King
- "Yes I have problems. Time and time again this guy sticks his nose where it doesn't belong. Some people like being slaves, what responsibility would they need? The fact they are filth is not news to them and they need that reminding. Spit out all the worthless information that you like tonight at Injection you and The Flock will suffer defeat. The Natural Order and The Corporation together is unstoppable. Who are the tag team champions right now? Not the Flock because it takes brains to make it in this business Judas...It takes cunning something we have said over and over our enemies lack. Judas now that Shane is back and on our side these guys stand no chance, against us united they are just insects that will be squashed and exterminated."

Tyme nods his head but has much more energy than James seems to have with his seriousness. He smiles and starts to laugh.

Judas Tyme
- "We don't need to talk about it do we? Just look at it this way guys....this week you have tickets to an ass whooping and its compliments of The Corporation."

The camera cuts out and the scene ends.

[Rabbit]

Mood music_ Portishead — “Sour Times”
THE FLOCK
Rabbit & Raven Trueblood
Who do we like

,,, ,,, ,,,

Paroxysm? ? ?

Josie . . . Is she wasn't a "bad guy"

... ... ...

Not James King ...

Who is Judas Tyme? ? ?

Shane. . . WHY?

Rabbit hates how they won but yet Natural Order escaped with the tag titles. He shoves over things from a table and screams. He turns and looks at a calmer Raven Trueblood.
"How can you be calm? Those bastards cheated us! This whole fucking world cheats us brother. No more! I am sick of it, just once would the universe give us a break? Never! Now Shane Trudex is involved with them, what is his and Josie doing?!"

Rabbit is very angry, yet this week he wants a win more than anything. To be able to tell the Natural order they can suck it! The corperation to kick rock! We are the flock! He thinks and we will not be stompped down.

Raven knew the events that were to come the end was near for the crow it was the beginning of the end but raven didn't want riot to fear so he kept it Kool. 'Riot you need to clam down your time is coming for vengeance don't worry"

"Don't call me that...do you even tell us apart? We are twins but not the same person!"
His attitude hightens, he feels like maybe Raven rather be teaming with Aj instead of him. Still The Corperation needs taken down. Paroxysm and him at one time got along, perhaps this match they could do it again? He stares at Raven still mad about being called the wrong thing just like mother used to do.

"I'm sorry rabbit I was not thinking you and I are alike in many ways momma didn't raise no fools."

"no she didn't. The Natural order are bullies, scum and we will clean them up!"

"That's what I mean brother that's the strategy we go into this week with."

"Hell yea! The Flock flies together and that wild pack or Corporation is not gonna stop us! Do you hear me! Do you hear that animal instinct?! We Are The Innovators. They Are The Imitators. Come on don't You know how we started...We forgot about love, but weren't brokenhearted. All we can do brother is go out there and fight for a new day, for tomorrow, for one more miserable scratch at this life."

"There you go brother the feast begins this week."


Raven looks into the mirror and sees his Scars left over from the wars he went down. Ryan has giving him the chance for either a better life or a early grave. The time has come for the end of the path what might be the finale battle will end the story of the crow or will it.::