SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
("Voodoo Child" blasts throughout the sold out Reunion Arena in Dallas,
Texas. The fans rise to their feet in anticpation of the 3WCW Icon. Johnny
Canuck then comes out onto the stage, with one half of the 3WCW Tag Team
Titles; the half that Justin Animal handed over to him. The fans erupt in a
chorus of boos. JC makes his way down to the ring, arrogantly. He enters the
ring, takes the mic from David Penzer, and begins to speak)
JC: Well, I'm here to address a few things, so we're gonna be here for a
while folks.
(Fans boo extremely loud)
JC: Heaven forbid I keep you from your trailer part homes, watching Jenny
Jones at 2 in the morning, wondering why your carnie family wont take you
there for a makeover.
(Fans boo, and begin to throw trash at the ring)
JC: The funny thing is, you didn't hit me once. Gosh, I feel like Ed Belfour
in the Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals.
(Fans continue their birage)
JC: Ooo I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter! But I didn't come
here to toss out insults to the rat excrement of the United States. So let's
get to it. First of all, Justin Animal. You know, over your time here in the
3WCW, we've had some great matches. I respect your talent greatly, contrary
to what I may have said in the past. It's honestly a shame to see you go.
But you didn't take your ball and go home, oh no. You gave the ball to me,
and told me to run with it. And for you morons here in the lonestar state,
that's called symbolism, and the ball represents this Tag Team Title. So at
this time Sunday, myself and Ric Flair were the Tag Team Champions. But now,
Ric Flair has called it a 3WCW career. So now we've got 2 titles, one of
which has an owner, and I'm really not sure about the other. But the point
is this. I simply cannot accept this tag team title. I didn't deserve it,
and I'm sure management, or whoever the hell runs the show around here, has
better plans for these titles. Given, I could probably defend both of them
against any tandum in the 3WCW today. However, I have bigger fish to fry. So
with that, I'm relenquishing my half of the tag team titles. So I'll leave
this here, and the 3WCW brass can come and pick it up whenever they like.
(JC drops the Tag Team Title on the canvas, and brings the mic back up to
his face)
JC: So, with that, we move on to Thunder. The Judge and myself have drawn
the Dangerous Duo. Now explain this to me. Who the hell are these people?
We've got X-Treme. Former Hardcore Champion. This impresses me a great deal.
I mean, a man who needs weapons to defeat his opponents. I mean, you've
gotta question the "scrot" of this guy. And then there's Ken Shamrock. I
guess I should probably watch what I say, or he will snap. That's
impressive. A guy that basically goes ape-shit when things dont go his way.
Let me bring you 2 morons back to reality for a minute here. First, X-Treme,
if you bring one weapon into that ring on Thunder, I'll stick it so far up
your ass you'll look like you woke up with a coat hanger in your mouth.
Because I know that is your cup of tea. As for Shamrock... Please. You wanna
come down to the ring and have a panic attack, you go right ahead. But be
forewarned, I will put you on your ass. It doesn't matter how crazy you
think you are, or how crazy these fans think you are. I dont believe the
hype. But you can believe this, and that is that no matter what you or
X-Treme do, Apocalypse Now will walk out victorious. There's no rhyme or
reason for this. I guess just simple logic. And that logic being that we're
simply better than you. We've got the crudentials to back it up, and all you
2 have got is a line of Hardcore Championships, and a anxiety problem. If
you think that you can get by 2 of the best in 3WCW history with that, in
the words of Judas Priest, you've got another thing comin'.
(Crowd let's out a huge "Asshole" chant. JC, not phased)
JC: Now that I've addressed those jackasses, allow me to move on to the rest
of the 3WCW. Since these people come out here, day after day, week after
week, preaching their greatness, like they're the Millennium Man. Well,
until the Icon can give you all you primadonna's in the back what you
deserve, let me just throw out a few reasons why I can compare the 3WCW
talent to something between rat excrement and that white stuff that
accumulates at the corner of your mouth when you're really thirsty. First,
Crypt Keeper. How much more of your crap do myself and these fans have to
endure? I smell what the Keeper is cookin' alright. And it smells like a
exponential amount of losses to add to your already stacked jobber resume.
Second, our IC Champion, Dark Dawg. How are you not out of breath? You just
talk and talk and talk. Then you tell the world to Bite you and your clique,
and take off backstage. You poppin' pills? You got the crazies? What's goin'
on buddy? Third, our TV Champion, Lyle Wile. I mean honestly, if I have to
watch you cut a promo where you bend over 12 year old girls, I'm going to be
physically sick. You should be in jail. We've got a couple newcomers here in
the 3WCW. Let's start off with Goldberg. You may have been "Da Man" in
another promotion, but you're in my house now cowboy. Then there's
Destroyer. Destruction, huh? What, you gonna break Crypt Keeper's jobber
record? And finally, Jarret Jones, Esquire. I'm really inpressed with your
wrist wear, unfortunately, you seem to have gone swimming in the shallow end
of the gene pool. And you know what the really sad part is? You've all been
characterized as the future of this company. Let's get one thing straight.
No matter how old I am. No matter how young you are. No matter how great you
think you are. No matter how great I know I am. I will always be on top of
this company, and not Rage, not Dark Dawg, not Death Warrent, Suneil Sangha,
Gravedigger, or even Italian Stallion, can stop this frieght train. You all
may think Judge's and my times have come and gone, but the fact of the
matter is, it's our time again, and the Apocalypse is NOW!
("Voodoo Child" plays throughout the arena once again, as Johnny Canuck
heads backstage, leaving the Tag Team Title in the ring. Fans continue to
boo and hurl trash at the Hall of Famer. 3WCW cuts to commercial)
Johnny Canuck 4 LiFE
Apocalypse Now