[Role-Play Three]

He would sit there alone in his locker room. The darkness surrounds him and is just the way he likes it. In his eyes he can see light as he stares at the laptop screen right before his eyes. The glow of it lights him up a bit and he is fine with that. As long as he does not have to look at the disgusting locker room he is forced to change in then he will be fine. On his lap top he would run his finger over the touch sensitive mouse pad. He would open up his Hotmail account and then simply type in his e-mail address and his password as he opens it up and has a look threw what e-mails he has got over the last several days.

Not shocked at what he has seen he would just blink his eyes. Most of his e-mails are junk and the rest are mainly eBay mails reminding to pay for the items her has purchased online. There are some mails about subscriptions to Manga/Anime websites. He would click on those e-mails and save them, he has not time to redo his countless subscriptions.

Then he would spot it.

A e-mail from the last person he ever expected. He has got a e-mail from a wrestler on another show. He has got a e-mail from Simon Dean. Hew would look a tad bit confused, why on earth would that insane fitness freak e-mail him. True he won his debut match with his wonderful tag team partner, but it makes no sense why this idiot would e-mail him. The thought of deleting it crosses his mind but he would just roll his eyes and simply click open and then his eyes scroll from side to side as he reads the e-mail.
quote Simon Dean E-mail
Hey there little guy, it is your friend here Simon Dean. I wanted to mail you here to first say that I am indeed shocked that someone of your size managed to get a contract here. Now don't get me wrong you have skill but you don't have the body to match it. My jaw hit the ground when you won your match, I mean The Worlds WORST Tag Team won a match I was shocked at that.

Now I have sent you this for one reason only, I am warning you not to get your hopes up. Every tag team here wants to be the tag team champs but in all reality it wont happen. I am just informing you that I will make sure that my boys The Gymini will be the ones to win tag gold before anyone else here. I mean look at them both, they are dam animals, you compared to them is a joke.

So kido, you and your little lame ass tag team partner better get his message clear. You will not ever be tag champions, not while I am here. My boys will win the gold before you do. Those titles belong to them, they practically have there name written on the, so do what ever you want with this mail. I have sent this mail to other tag teams, a small warning to you all. The Gymini will be tag team champions before anyone else, and you want to no why they will be champions, because Simon Dean says so !


He would roll his eyes at this idiotic e-mail. How can he take this man seriously, after he said that it is the dawn of his ear everyone sees him as a laughing stock. This man is not worth anyone time, his energy drinks have doubled his ego and at the same time made him over confident and to cocky.

There is no point in replying to an idiot. So his little arrow moves to the delete option and he would double click it deleting Simon Deans e-mail, with that he would close down firefox and then close his laptop. Now left in the utter darkness he would close his eyes and relax and simply wait.

Wait for his partner to come to him, wait for the next matches to be announced, wait to see what is next in store for his career here. All he can do is wait and find out what will happen next, it is like a roller coaster ride and he is enjoying each second of it.

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[Role-Play Four]

There in the small light of his locker room he can be seen. He is still sitting there on his laptop flicking threw different websites trying to waste time as he literally has nothing interesting to do at all. Sure he in going to enter this Tag Team Turmoil match but as of right now he is not fully interesting in preparing himself for it. He has all the time in the world to get his mind focused on that match there are right now far more important things to do, like finishing up the recent Naruto manga chapter on onemanga.com.

His eyes go from left to right as he would read the chapter. A small smile would go across his face as indeed it was a very good attention to the series. One of the minor characters called �Hinata� confessed her loves to the main hero of the story only to be killed with one simply attack. To be defeated so easily was shocking, after all she has not been in the story for so long and when she made her comeback she is defeated and killed in mere seconds, kind of embarrassing if you ask me.

He would think back to his match last week thankfully his luck was not as bad as Hinata. He had been absent from the ring for a very long time but on his return he managed to get the win for the team and show the world that he can still compete at top level. His match last week went smoothly and had no flaws and because of the win it is now that he knows that he can win the Tag Team Gold.

Day dreaming of what there impending victory will be like on his laptop on the right hand corner at the bottom of the screen a small pop up appears. He would look down at it. He has just got another e-mail. He would move his icon over to the pop up and click on it. Up comes his hot-mailaccount, already logged in he would open the mail. Once again it is a mail from that idiot Simon Dean. Being a polite person he would waste some precious seconds of his life to read this nonsense.
quote
Why hello there small fry. I have seen that you did not bother to reply to my last e-mail shame on you. You better watch your back for that now punk. I mailed you to talk and you could not even have the dignity to reply to me, will screw you and your little chum. You guys really think you got a chance in winning the gold at the PPV, a YOU WISH.

If you are not down with the Simon System then you got no chance in winning anything my friend. Remember that last week was fluke you are worthless. It was your partner that won the match for the team not you. He ids obviously taking the Simon System behind your back, and yet look at you, you look pathetic. Me and you, both got matches at the PPV, so I cam going to enjoy winning my match for my team and I am also going to enjoy watching you lose your match.

Remember, I told you that the tag gold is mine and mine alone. I am working on getting my boys in that match so I will warn you again to pull out. You are past it kid, you don�t have what it takes, like everyone here your unfit, a fat slop, you need the Simon System and yet you still don�t take it. Your going to lose that match and humiliate yourself in front of the world, best now if you drop out and just move on, I hear they are hiring people for janitors in the local schools, that�s the job you are more fitted to. Remember you don�t have what it takes, you no why? Because Simon Says So!


He would roll his eyes having read this e-mail. This is getting annoying now this idiot has to be dealt with. There is only one man out there can find dirt on Simon Dean and get rid of him, only one gentleman that would be willing to help him. Yes he will phone Him later and get his help but as for now time is moving on and so should he.

He would close down his laptop and then place it on the table, he stands up of his chair and throws his hands in the air and stretches lightly. Then his head turns to the door, He paces right over to it, places his left hand on the door knob, with a light turn and a small push the door opens and he leaves the locker room. Closing the door behind him he would place his key in the door knob, twist and turn and then pull. Having locked his door he would walk down the corridor. It is now time to get his head in the game, to get a plan ready for his match, To prepare himself for his PPV debut. This is indeed going to be one hell of an adventure.

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[Role-Play Five]

Having just left the safety and security of his very own locker room. The young curios man would walk aimlessly down the many corridors of this arena. The Mississippi Coliseum was indeed a massive arena and it would not take much for a man like himself to be lost. His eyes dart from side to side as he looks up and down the corridors trying to find the thing he wants most right now.

Having made a sharp right he would walk down a short narrow corridor, his eyes light up as he spots a small wooden table. He quickly paces himself right over to it as he has found what he was looking for. On the small table are all kind of free drinks that the wrestlers are entitled to take. His eyes quickly scan over them as he would find the one he has been looking for, the drink he has needed since he awoke this morning.

His hand goes onto the small plastic cup, it is a tad bit warm but over all it is drinkable and hold-able. He would lift the drink up and then place the tip onto his lips, tilting his head back lightly he would take a few sips of the roasting hot chocolate. Aw yes he had needed this, he had waited for it and now he has had it. The greatest hot drink ever created by mankind, a hot chocolate. So yummy it is in his tummy. With a light smile he lowers his arm down with the drink to his side. He turns around and then goes to walk forward when WHAM, he is sent flying onto his backside.

He hits the table with the back of his head; it easily breaks as all the drinks hit the ground. His hot chocolate has spilt over his legs a bit as he sits there on his bottom. His hands move to the back of his head as he rubs it lightly. Let us just all hope that he does not have a lump on the back off his head now.

He is a bit curious to no what the hell happened to him, his eyes blink several times as hiss head tilts backwards and he looks upwards as standing over him is non other than the TWG International Championship Sheik Abdul Bashir. His eyes are wide as he is indeed worried, he has just walked right into a champion and landed right on his ass and made a complete fool out of himself.
I am terribly sorry about that Mister Bashir I did not see where I was going, i am so sorry.


With that he would remove his hands from the back of his head and place them on the cold ground. With little effort he would push himself up of his bottom and onto his own two feet. He looks down at himself as he is not all that messy; none of the drinks really splashed on him so he got of Scot Free to say the least. His eyes look at Bashir and then his title, so shiny it is, he has always dreamed of having one again, to hold it over his shoulder and wear it with pride, to be marked as a champion would mean everything to him. Perhaps just maybe tonight in the tag team match his dream will come true and he will be wearing gold with pride like Bashir.
No hard feelings there Mister Bashir, it was an accident and I meant no harm.


With that his right hand would extend out towards Bashir for a friendly hand shack. No point not becoming friends over this silly little manner. He would stand there as his eyes close, a wonderful smile on his face as he holds out his hand as a token of friendship and forgiveness. In the back of his mind he knows he will not get a hand shack but it is just good manners to try. He goes to pull his hand back when suddenly Bashir hand moves and locks onto his hand. Both men stand there and formally handshake and then let go off one another. With that done both men would move, Haas walking by Bashir and going up the corridor and Bashir walking by Haas going down the corridor. With that both men would stop and turn there heads, Haas mouth would open first as he speaks.
Mister Bashir, good luck in your match tonight, I no deep down inside of myself that you can win it. You are the greatest champion my eyes have had the honor of resting on. When you put your mind to it you can conquer anything, you can beat those two guys tonight Mister Bashir just have faith in yourself.


With that he would turn his head back around and take a few steps forward, before he is totally out of Bashir line of vision he would hear the champion say something, he does not catch much of it abut he would hear the most important part of it echo down threw the corridor and into his ear.
Good luck to you as well, go out there and show the world that The Worlds Greatest Tag Team are all they say they are


With that said both men would fade from each others vision. Charlie would walk down the corridors, hiss eyes closed and a smile on his face. For a champion to even talk to him gave him the boost in confidence he needed. Now he knows he can not fail, this is the start of hiss vision, this is his life, he wants to be a champion and he will become one. This is indeed going to be epic as still anything and everything can still happen before his match. This is a night where hearts will be broken and dreams will come true. He will make sure his dream comes true, no matter what pain he has to go threw. No matter what the cost may be, he will become a champion.

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[Role-Play Six]

With his second brief encounter with Sheik Abdul Bashir his mind was going literally a mile a minute. The champions words ringed fresh in his mind. The champion has placed a lot of faith into him. The pressure is on this young up and comer. If he fails all the words of encouragement would have been for nothing. Failure is not an option tonight. That word Failure for now has no meaning to him, it has been crossed out in his dictionary as it is the last thing he wishes to happen.

He had left the pay phone he was in and is now walking down the corridors once more with his hands in his pockets. His head hangs down and he is lightly hunched as he walks on forward. He would sigh lightly as he is a bit annoyed he had just wasted some spare change. He was just talking to an answering machine as the person he was seeking to talk to never answered.

Walking down with no direct location to go to his eyes would close as he would drift of to his own little dream world. Unfortunate for him he would not be in it for long as in his pocket his mobile phone would start to vibrate. Due to the credit crunch he has not been able to download any new ring-tones for his phone so he has to make do with a simply vibrating tone. His hand in his pocket would wrap around his mobile as he would yank it lightly out of his pocket. He would it in his hand as his eyes open. They glance down to look at the screen as the call ID states Unknown, he would look lightly confused as he would then simply hit accept the call and then lift it to his ear.
Hel…Hello….

Charlie Haas it has indeed been a long time since the last time we had talked. I happened to catch you on the television last week, seems that you and Mister Benjamin have not lost any of your skills, I am lightly shocked that with all your time out of the ring that you had forgotten how to wrestle."

Who is this, how did you get my number ?


His eyes widen as he wonders for a brief second if he has a stalker, or even worse it could be the terrible team of Jonathan Ross and Russell Brand phoning him to make sex jokes and ultimate lose there jobs once more. He would blink as he stands there frozen on the spot. The voice on the other line he can not make it out, it could be anyone at all. He would just blink once more, why on earth did he even bother to answer his phone.
Mister Haas you phoned me ten minutes ago, seems that you still like in the intelligence department. I got your voice mail and I will gladly help you, to have the opportunity of myself making a return has indeed interested. So to wrap this up, I will fix your small problem."

Really…….no kidding ?

Indeed not, you see an opportunity like this can not be passed up. You have to take things like this and run with them. What you have asked of me does not come around all the time. It would be best if I do this now and help us both off. I am kind of sick sitting at home, reading the papers and drinking tea, me and you both know that I am better than that, that a man of my stature should be in that ring along with you. Now don�t you worry your head. In a few hours, everything will be sorted out, and what you asked of me will be done.

Tha…...thank you Sir…..

Now get of the phone, I will be arriving soon to sort this all out. Focus your mind on your match, do not get side tracked, and for crying out loud stay away from anything distracting, your old habits are appearing again, do not fail me Mister Haas I have faith in you that tonight you will not disappoint me and your partner. Gentleman like us do not tolerate failure.

Yes….yes sir….I wont lose, I assure you that……


With that the phone would go silent, the mystery person on the other line has gone, what was said was said. Charlie Haas small problem he has had recently will be sorted out and with it out of the way everything here in TWG will be once more at peace. He would look down at his mobile as he would then slide it right back into his pocket. His head raises upwards and his eyes shift forward. Today has so far been a very interesting day.

The clock is now ticking down. The show is almost ready to start, he has gotten what he has needed now, the motivation to go out there with his partner and win the tag team gold. If he fails he will not be able to show his face in this place once again. His eyes close as he would slump himself right up against a wall. His hands are removed from his pockets and placed to his face. He would then run his two hands right threw his hair as then when they reach the back of his head he would tighten his head band. A look of pure determination is now visible on his face. Deep down inside of himself he knows that he will feel sorry for the other tag teams tonight because, in all retro respect, tonight there will be no stopping The World's Greatest Tag Team from winning what is rightfully theirs.

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[The Match]
Tag Team Turmoil Match | Tag Team Championships & World Batista Championship of the World
The Dudley Boys vs Main Event Mafia vs. World�s Greatest Tag Team vs. Pokemon Trainers

The Pokemon Trainers, Jimmy Ketchum and Brock Bordan are the first team to make their way toward the ring. Accompanied by their pal Pikachu, the trainers slide into the ring. A few moments later, the theme song of the Main Event Mafia begins to play. Out comes The Animal Batista and his tag team partner for tonight, Braden *bleep*ing Walker. Behind them, Dolph Ziggler and Diamond Dallas Paige walk - accompanying their friends to the ring. The Animal and his Main Event Mafia spend about four minutes taunting to the crowd on the ramp. As a last resort to get them into the ring, the referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Braden Walker quickly slides into the ring and begins brawling with both trainers. The Animal tries to join his friend by jumping upon the apron, but as soon as he did, Batista tripped over his shoe laces, which happened to be untied, and rammed himself headfirst into the turnbuckle! The Animal fell backwards on top of DDP and Dolph Ziggler. The three men in the ring stopped brawling and stood there, staring at The Animal as the referee began his ten count. Needless to say, The Animal was counted out - eliminating him from this contest. S the referee left the ring to go check on Batista, Braden Walker was ambushed by Pikachu and hit with a thunderbolt! Jimmy Ketchum threw a Pokeball at Walker, and then covered him as Brock got the referee�s attention. 1- 2- 3! The Main Event Mafia have been eliminated from the turmoil! From the crowd, The Dudley Boys come. The duo slide into the ring and immediately assault The Pokemon trainers. D-Von boots Pikachu out of the ring as Bubba is hitting both Jimmy and Brock with a few jabs. D-Von runs against the ropes, and rebounds into Brock with a diving shoulder block. Bubba jabs Jimmy a few more times, then plants him with a Bionic Elbow! Jimmy falls down and rolls over to the ropes. Bubba lifts Brock back up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Brock returns, only for Bubba to lift him up into the air. D-Von capitalizes, 3D! D-Von covers Brock, 1- 2- 3! Jimmy is back up to his feet just as D-Von gets the three count. Bubba spins Jimmy around, Bubba Bomb! He covers, 1- 2- 3! The Pokemon Trainers are gone. It�s down to the final two teams. Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas, the World�s Greatest Tag Team, quickly rush down to the ring. The two slide in and quickly begin a braw with the Dudley Boys. Charlie hits D-Von with a swift uppercut, sending him back into the turnbuckle while Shelton and Bubba lock up, struggling for control. Bubba forces Shelton into the ropes and hits him with a hard chop. He takes a few steps back, then runs toward Shelton with a swift clothesline. Both men go over the top rope! Meanwhile, Charlie is brawling with D-Von by the turnbuckle. After a few mid kicks, Haas is able to stun D-Von. He whips him into the opposite turnbuckle and quickly flows, scoring with a strong clothesline! Haas takes a few steps back, then runs toward D-Von once more, looking to plant a shoulder into his upper body, but he moves, and places himself behind Haas after he ran into the turnbuckle. He lifts him up for Saving Grace, but Haas flips himself over D-Von�s shoulder, neck breaker! By now, the referee has gotten up to a seven count, and Bubba and Shelton are still brawling on the outside. Benjamin goes for a Superkick, but Bubba catches it! Enziguri! An eight count. Charlie lifts D-Von back up to his feet, but Dudley hits Haas with a strong to the gut, right hook knocks Haas off of his feet! Shelton jumps upon the apron at a nine count - But D-Von runs toward the ropes and knocks him back off into Bubba, who is leaning against the guard rail. He catches Shelton with a visible low blow! Benjamin falls to the ground in pain, as the referee calls for a disqualification on Bubba and restarts his ten count! Enraged about the DQ, Ray picks Shelton up and delivers a devastating Bubba Cutter! Charlie takes advantage of D-Von taking out Shelton, and comes up from behind - hitting a German Suplex! He quickly covers D-Von, 1- 2- kick out! Haas gets back up to his feet and looks out at Shelton, who is trying to force himself back to his feet. The count is currently at six. Haas looks back toward D-Von, and leans down to grab him - but D-Von pulls Haas in for a small package! The referee quickly counts, one- two- threkick out! The ring out count is at eight and Shelton is pulling himself up onto the apron. D-Von and Haas both reach their feet at the same time. Haas swings for D-Von, but he ducks - bulldog! D-Von notices Shelton on the apron at a nine count, saving himself, and heads toward him. He hits Benjamin with a right hand to the head and heads out to the apron with him. The two trade blows for a few moments, until finally, Shelton catches on of D-Von�s fists - roundhouse kick to the head! Shelton grabs D-Von and places him in a suplex position. He lifts him inwards toward the ring, where Charlie Haas is no standing. Haas grabs D-Von and places him neck first on the ropes. Shelton quickly heads in through the middle rope and runs toward the opposite side of the ring. He returns and leaps over Haas� shoulders, LEAP FROG ATTACK! D-Von bounces back off of the ropes, holding his throat in pain - Tbone Suplex! Shelton hooks the leg as Haas pushes down on his back for support on the pin: one, two, three! We finally crown new tag team champions!