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Carnoustie; Tag Team Title Match - Double Dragons RP
Topic Started: May 30 2008, 08:06 PM (119 Views)
BlaZe
The Playmaker
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*Kingston Bridge is shown along with the Clyde river that runs through central Glasgow. The water is calm, but there is a faint humming sound seemingly approaching and growing louder and louder. A helicopter enters the scene, flying over the river, eastward. The camera pans through Glasgow, seemingly towards the east, until it begins to show random shots from around Scotland, as “Reptilia” by the Strokes begins to play to the images on screen. After a few seconds, the camera finally touches down far east, in Carnoustie, at the world renowned Carnoustie Golf Links. A black limousine pulls up to the door, as three men come forward from the clubhouse. The limo driver runs around to the trunk, unloading a Taylormade golf bag, and handing it to one of the men, before opening the limo door. BlaZe steps out, quickly finishing a phone call and hanging up his phone, before shaking hands with the limo driver. The limo pulls away as BlaZe turns to shake hands with the three men waiting at the clubhouse door. As he walks inside the sounds of two bagpipers are heard, fading the scene*

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*It is an overcast day, slightly cool as BlaZe steps out of his golf cart, wearing black cargo pants, white and black golf shoes, a black and white pullover, a black and white golf glove and a black cap. He takes a few warmup swings as one of the other men smacks a tee shot into a side bunker, reacting with a resounding yell, complete with funny Scottish accent.*

*BlaZe steps to the tee, taking a couple practice cuts before finally stepping up to the ball and driving the ball away, over two hundred yards, but into the semi-rough, on the first hole of Carnoutsie. He begins walking towards his ball as he looks to the camera.*

BlaZe: “Not such a great shot, could have been worse though. Actually, nothing on this course is such a great shot. This is where golf began, back in the 1500’s, Carnoustie is known as the home of golf. They don’t call this place the beast for nothing, NO ONE has good rounds here.”

*BlaZe continues to walk to his ball setting up beside it as he awaits his turn.*

BlaZe: “The Beast at Carnoustie is sort of like Organized Chaos. Maybe I didn’t win myself, but it could have been worse. I could have been the first elimination, I could have been on the losing team. Even the guys that did win, got beat up pretty bad, again, NO ONE has a good round.”

*BlaZe nods his head at one of the other guys passing by, and sets up his shot, before hammering an iron shot that bounces on to the edge of the green. He takes a walk to his ball, again setting up and waiting for his shot.*

BlaZe: “This week its another challenge, another shot at Tag Team gold. I may have been eliminated in Tag Team Turmoil, but that was an every man for himself match. Not a tag team match, the way tag titles are actually won and defended. This time around, the best TEAM will win, and that’s the Double Dragons.”

*BlaZe looks back up, and squares a putt. He hits, but it just misses, sitting only inches from the cup. He walks forward and sinks the gimme for par. The scene fades out.*

*The scene returns back in the clubhouse, BlaZe has removed his pullover, which looks a bit wet, and is now just wearing a black and white golf shirt. He is sitting in a corner in the lounge, at a table for two. He has a glass of Johnnie Walker Black Label sitting on the table, as he looks over his scorecard.*

BlaZe: “Well the rain really blew that round, but not horrible, if I kept at my pace, I would’ve finished two shots over, remember, NO ONE has a good round.”

*BlaZe’s phone starts to ring, he answers it, apparently giving a sort of directions to where he is, before hanging it up, taking a sip from his glass, and focusing back down on the scorecard. A waiter walks by, offering him a cigar, which he declines, turning back to his phone. A couple seconds later, Sensei Shredder enters the scene. He is wearing black dress shoes, khaki pants and a dark red dress shirt under his leather jacket. He takes a seat at the table in front of BlaZe, looking disappointed.*

Shredder: “Drinking again? That’s not gonna help your martial arts. How was the round?”

BlaZe: “Well I’ve only been training for a little while, don’t worry I’ll be UFC caliber soon. The golf could’ve been better, the rain cut us out early, but not horrible.”

Shredder: “So you didn’t lose again then.” *Shredder smiles jokingly*

*They start to jokingly argue*
BlaZe: “Shut up man, at least I made it out there, you stayed back at the hotel.”

Shredder: “I was focusing on my wrestling career, I still win matches you know.”

BlaZe: “Yeah ok, well look at your competition and mine, put me in the ring with those no names you faced and I’d pull out victories too.”

Shredder: “Hey, its not who you face, its whether you win or lose, and I tend to win more matches, when’s the last time you won a singles match?”

BlaZe: “Well it’s not my fault I get matched up against the best guys in the sVo, heh, when’s the last time you outlasted me in a match? Turmoil? OC?”

Shredder: (looks away) “Touche.”

*A waiter comes to the table, and in Scottish accent begins to read off specials, then taking drink orders*

BlaZe: “Another Black and Ginger on Ice”
Shredder: “Perrier, please.”

*The waiter nods, as he leaves menus on the table, and walks away*

BlaZe: “Perrier? Your pansy ass should’ve just stayed in France.”

Shredder: “Hey, shut the hell up. What are you ordering?”

BlaZe: “I dunno, I’m gonna get some black pudding to start out with, because in Guyana, they eat black pudding, but I’m sure it’s a bootleg version of the real Scottish stuff. For dinner? Hmm..”

*BlaZe bursts out laughing*

BlaZe: “Mince and TITTIES!”

*Others in the club begin to look over at BlaZe who is still cracking up*

Shredder: “You jackass, its Mince and TATties, beef and mashed potatoes…”

BlaZe: “I see, well that. What about you pansy? Salad?”

*The waiter returns to the table, delivering the drinks and taking the orders. Shredder ends up ordering Collops, a dish of sliced meats and vegetables*

BlaZe: “I see your eating meat, the balls have grown back haven’t they?”

Shredder: “…Ok seriously, gameplan time.”

BlaZe: “Ok, so we have six guys to take down this time, three teams. Our team beat four of them last week, Banksie and Gunner, Brock and Hooligan.”

Shredder: “Wait, who else is in the match?”

BlaZe: “I-“
*BlaZe quickly whips out his phone, logging on to the sVo website to figure out their opponents*

BlaZe: “Ok, Freedom Fighter, Rodimus..”

Shredder: “I’ve never heard of them, but we shouldn’t underestimate them, they could be dangerous.”

BlaZe: “Good plan, well as for the guys we do know, how do we take them down?”

Shredder: “We should go after HOV first.”

BlaZe: “High Occupancy Vehicle?”
Shredder: “Brock and Hooligan dumbass.”

BlaZe: “I know I know, I was joking. I want Hooligan, apparently he’s some sort of hockey guy, I know I can beat him, he was just a fan on the sidelines, watching and idolizing the players, I actually played, enough for him to respect me at least.”

Shredder: “Ok, if you want Hooligan, you take him down, I think I can handle Brock. He seems like he can take to the skies but still has a bit of a power game, I’ll beat him with speed.”

*BlaZe looks back this phone, clicking around*

BlaZe: “According to his bio, Rodimus has been buddies with Freedom Fighter AND the HOV guys, so hopefully we can break those guys apart, and sadly, looks like this match is sVo Vs. GLCW. Rodi and Freedom Fighter were tag champs together, Rodi was the power fighter, FF was the high flyer. He’s about your size actually. Looks like these guys match up pretty well against us, as far as size. But they have some experience together.”

Shredder: “Experience in GLCW, that’s different from the sVo, hopefully Banks and Gunner are willing to team with us to keep the belts in the sVo.”

BlaZe: “Well we are fighting them, so they are in the sVo too…”

Shredder: “You know what I mean jackass, these guys ran to the sVo when their federation fell apart, we need to defend our ground and keep the titles with actual sVo wrestlers.”

BlaZe: “So what about Banks and Gun Gun? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind working with us to keep those guys from winning, but how do we beat them? They can work together and on their own.”

Shredder: “Well what do you think? Howie was a hardcore champ, Gunner was the las vegas champ, and now their the tag team champs.”

BlaZe: “Yeah, they’re the ones we need to worry about. They work hard, they wrestle tough, they can do it all basically. Together and apart.”

Shredder: “Separation. They can win two-on-two, and one-on-one, but two-on-one? That’s where we beat them, we just have to keep them apart from each other, and overpower them, we do that, we win the match…”

*BlaZe and Shredder continue to converse as the waiter returns, setting their food down, the scene fades.*
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