Fed Cup Cinncinnati Feb 1st 2006(Info INSIDE)

[Ryansup]

Wed Feb 1st
Cinncinnati, Ohio

This Fed Cup is open to ANYONE and EVERYONE including guests who've never rp'd in WpW before.

Federation Cup goes to the winner of an over the top rope battle royal.


Fed Cup will be strictly a list of who won & eliminations. It will not be a detailed Match description on the show.

Nothing fancy to House show results I'll just be posting who won the cup and the matches if someone rps against a jobber.

Read the rules carefully as they are DIFFERENT than regular show rping. This is HOUSE SHOW EXCLUSIVE RP RULES. That means house show ONLY. Please do NOT start rping like this for regular shows.


1.)Roleplays begin NOW.)

2.) All Rps must be straight to the board. (no linked rps or pics)

3) ALL RPS MUST NOT EXCEED ( do not go over) 15 lines.

4.) For this award all rps must be posted as a reply. (Each week the board will start the thread, you reply under it.)

5.) You must WAIT until someone replies, before posting again. However NO LIMIT to the number of rp replies.

6.) Deadline will be once Goldpush show posts.

7. No limit on rps for this award.

8. There is a NO-LOSS record for houseshows.

9. You may enter as many people as you'd like.

10. Stay in character, on camera. Or it could get erased.



If you have any questions pm ryansup on these boards

AND

LAST BUT DEFINETLY NOT LEAST..... HAVE fun!!!

Follow the rules and reply BELOW with your rping to try and win the Fed Cup! Turn up the heat and Let the battle begin!!!!!

[Onyx]

A camera shoots Onyx seated in the den of his home. He sits on a brown love seat and is sipping some red wine, he smirks into the camera.

Onyx: "Since I've been in WpW, I have entered each and every Fed Cup... alas to no avail. This time there is no Polish... errr, Jewish er.... Hewbrew Hammer to stop me. Eno hasn't been seen in months, probably because he's scared for his life from the 2005 WpW Newcomer of the Year. And Eno, you can bank on that bitch! Anyone else wanna try and defy me... BRING IT!"

Johnny takes another sip as the scene fades.

[thebutterscotchsta]

Footsteps are heard at the end of the corridor, gradually moving closer to the camera. 4 or 5 paces later the footsteps stop and the camera swings around 45 degrees to show a tall, elegantly-suited man.

“Ciao ragazzi, I am Signore Luca Altieri.”

The man pauses a moment to adjust his already immaculate silk neck tie.

“A congratulations are in order Signore Onyx, or should I say, Newcomer of the Year 2005. Very impressive. However, unfortunately there will still be no luck for you in this week's Fed Cup. You see, it's still only January but you're looking at the WpW Newcomer of the Year 2006.”

The man flashes a cheeky smile and a sleek, Italian-looking woman walks into the shot and hands Altieri a glass of wine before clinging to his arm.

“You can sit there on your plastic sofa drinking your Californian sugar-water, but you see, I am a man of culture, a man of passion, and a man of talent. Anything you can do, I can do... with style.”

Altieri flashes another cheeky smile as the shot fades to black.

[Onyx]

Onyx smirks as the camera focuses on him in his den again, this time without the wine.

Onyx: "First off, sinor or whatever the hell language your talking... just shut you mouth before I staple it shut!"

Onyx grims in a sadistic fashion.

Onyx: "As for you being the 06' Newcomer of the Year, well I really don't give a DAMN! That doesn't strike fear into my eyes... Last year I beat out a Hebrew Hammer to win that title... but this year, this is the year where I win Wrestler of the Year. Your small goal of being the Newcomer of the Year is, well quite moronic. I did the same feat in under six months, I retired Tommy Kurinto, and headlined November Reign. Although I did not come out of November Reign as champ, nether did three other men, two of which are GONE! That match was so fierce and insane that only the two longer WpW'ers, Grendel and PDJ, were able to still go on with this career afterward. Call me cocky, but I think that lifts me into the upper tier with those two goons. You, Luca, the Butternut Squash... you're just another queer eye running amock around WpW... And that's my final word!"

The scene fades as Johnny casts a cocky smirk into the camera.

[HWM]

(Miller laughs reading the latest entries into the Fed Cup)

Miller: So Onyx, you think you got the match set? I've taken you down once, what's another time. You've made a big mistake entering into the Fed cup. You and all these other jokers who enter this Fed Cup will be flying over the ropes like it's nothing. Onyx you will face my wrath in the Fed Cup, you have no sense of what's it like to hold any title, and this fed cup will be no different. You need to do like Aerosmith said and "Dream On!"

[thebutterscotchsta]

“So insolent, so arrogant.”

Altieri sighs to himself before turning to the dark-haired, olive-skinned beauty on his arm.

“Does he think I'm impressed with his bravado? Does he think what he did two months ago will save him from going over the top rope? I'm not here for a cazzo-waving contest.”

Altieri shrugs and returns to addressing the camera, his hands in full motion in true Italian style.

“Signore Onyx, I am far less ignorant than you appear to be. I have seen you wrestle, in fact I have seen your match at November Reign, and bravo amico mio. Bravissimo. I bow to your superior achievements in WpW. I can only hope to one day headline a WpW pay-per-view. I can only dream to be so revered by my peers as yourself. But with that said, I believe that I will take my first step towards that dream when I launch you out of the ring in our Fed Cup meeting.”

Altieri jokingly mimes the action of tossing Onyx out of the ring, chuckling to himself as he does so.

“I may not match your status here but regardless of what you choose to believe, I more than match you in terms of ability. I will beat you. I will beat you because where I come from we have an old old saying...”

Altieri lowers his voice and leans in towards the camera.

“...when il stallion rides, not even the wind can stop him.”

[Onyx]

The scene opens back up on Johnny, sitting on his sofa now, relaxed in a pair of sweats.

Onyx: "First off, this is America Loco Luca... speak English, or I'll deport you myself! The only truth that's come out of your petitie, feminine lips is that you shouldn't judge me on what I did two months ago... Because I've changed since then, I've lost the bitch that was dragging me down, I lost my care for the world and my life. My aggression now rivals that of a starved panda, lacking vegatation. Winning this Fed Cup is my second step, after beating the drunkard hillbilly for his Big Gold strap.... and no half-queer Ryan Seacrest look alike is going to stop me from doing so... So If I were you Lucy, I'd keep your day job on queer eye for the straight guy."

Jonny smirks and slowly slides his thumb across his throat and mouths 'Miller is a dead man'.

[HWM]

(Miller laughs)

Miller: I'm a deadman, Johnny? You poor poor soul. You are "lost" per se. I've beaten you 1-2-3. No problem. You want what you can't have. I'm going to add the Fed Cup to my list of titles and accomplishments, and neither you or some nit-witted mexican are going to stop me from tossing you two out. I'll have you out quicker than it takes for you two to "toss your own salads". I know you're both afraid, and this win, will be NO fluke. I will have WpW in awe of my accomplishments, what have either of you two done? Nothing impressive in my books. Come on Johnny underestimate me just ONE MORE TIME!

[thebutterscotchsta]

“Did he just call himself a hungry panda?”

Altieri turns to the woman on his arm bemused. Even more to his bemusement the woman replies pulling a small stuffed panda out from the top of her dress where it had been resting between her breasts.

“Si! I love the panda.”

She hugs the stuffed panda to he chest.

“I take him with me everywhere.”

Altieri annoyed by the farce more than the gesture tugs the panda from her grip then volleys it into the distance.

“No, no pandas.”

Altieri straightens his tie, and the pouting bombshell resumes her place on his arm.

“Signore Onyx, you Americans use some strange terminology. Not only you, but also your friend Reggie Miller... he seems to use 'Mexican' as a slang for Italian. It is very confusing for a foreigner such as myself.”

The woman nods in agreement.

“Si. I don't want to toss my salad for the hungry panda.”

“Veronica, shh.”

[HWM]

(Miller gets a kick out of the ice cream topping's promo)

Miller: So this jackass or pussy should I say, I mean "The Butterscotch Stallion"? wtf is that? I don't know what the f**k to do with you, throw you over the top rope, or dump you into a big bowl of ice cream, then throw you to the audience. Ahh who gives a damn. You're not gonna make it. I think you're a pussy with a name like that. Second off, I dont give a damn what damn language you speak, portugese, french, italian, pussy. The important point to realize is that you're not making it out of the arena with the fed cup, and neither is Johnny O. That Fed Cup has my name on it, it's MILLER TIME!

[thephil]

Standing backstage is the one and only Heel Bastard of WpW, The Phil.

The Phil - I take a look at this fed cup, and I realize that this is the competition that started it all. The problems, the losses, and the dissapointments. So here is where I end it. A piety my victory will seem hollow after I beat Miller. A real treat will be the look on Onyx's face looking up at me from the outside pavement, and I'm sure one of the other two will get rid of the affirmative action requirement.

Phil sighs as he heads over to the restroom.

The Phil - Sadly, ya'll stink worse than what I'm about to take care of.

[Onyx]

The scene opens back to Onyx in his home, he smirks after seeing the last promo.

Onyx: "Spank my hard, and call me Rhonda... the heel c**t himself is back! Round 'em folks... round 'em."

Onyx starts giving a round of applause for Phil.

Onyx: "I thought November Reign was too much for you Fatty McGee. The whole coming out, mocking Striken thing got to you didn't it? You realized that you could NEVER be Striken, hell you coulen't even hold his jock! Bringing back the mocking bird that is Phat Phil is.... well It's fan-freaking-tastic, he's another body to toss over those ropes onto my way of winning the Fed Cup."

Onyx sighs, and continues.

Onyx: "At least the competition is heating up... for a bit I thought it was going t just be me, the Butterscotch Fairy, and Sally Struthers.... err, Henry Milller. But not that Pudge Master Flex has come crawling back into WpW... Well that's just made things interesting."

Onyx smirks as the scene fades.

[thephil]

The sound of a flushing toilette can be heard as the Heel Bastard makes his way out of the restroom.

The Phil - Onyx, insults don't mean anything in this sport. You think commenting on my size will make you win? You think I'm going to lose to you a second time? In Cincinatti? My home away from home? Come now Johnny boy, have some more sense than that. You my friend are going down a very dark, very discomforting road. I seriously think it's about time someone kicked you down a few pegs, and quite frankly it's going to be me, even if I have to change my name to Someone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got an appointment to keep at the Player's Club, you know, that place where champions... wait, that's right, you chocked during your shot for gold.

Cameras fade as the Phil leaves the camera's view.

[thebutterscotchsta]

“A pussy? Hah. What cause could Reggie Miller possibly have to question my manhood? Does he not see the beautiful woman on my arm?”

Altieri claps his hands together and half a dozen more stunning women walk into the shot and begin to fawn over him.

“Is that better? Is that enough? Or do I have to get Lilly pregnant before I can count as a man around here?”

Altieri enjoys being fussed over for a moment before addressing the camera once again.

“The homosexual overtones you seem to keep applying to me shows how desperate you are. You can look at a man of culture like myself and feel threatened.

“It's easy to see why, I mean I know good coffee, unlike the filth you pour down your throats. I know good women; unlike the street walkers you find over here. I know good food, good cars, good taste, good clothes... but more importantly, good wrestling.”

“It must be threatening when a man of talent is upon you. A man who doesn't fit into the brash American ways of quantity over quality. A man who doesn't need your typical pseudo-macho chest beating to get a message across.”

“Keep making your little jokes, but come the Fed Cup you will realise that the organic is far superior to the American generic in so many ways...”

Altieri turns to the women surrounding him.

“...isn't that right ladies?”

[thephil]

The Phil is seen exiting the Players Club a few moments after Butterscotch's promo blips off of the tron.

The Phil - So, it seems that ignorance and complete lack of perception are the two talents that Altieri brings to WpW. Perhaps he hasn't heard of me? Considering my absence since The year end goldpush I'll introduce myself to him. I'm the only double award winning superstar of 2005. Let that sink into your little affirmative action noggin. Twice as many awards as any one else in this place. Though you can keep on ignoring me margarine-merlot mare, cause quite frankly you're worth less time than Onyx. Heck, Miller's worth more time than you.

A cough off camera gets Phil's attention.

The Phil - Yeah, I know I'm on my way. That fed cup though will be mine at Goldpush. Until then, just wait for time to run out.

[thebutterscotchsta]

“Excuse me for not mentioning you before Signore Pheel. I was unsure you were still alive. I mean, the last time I caught you on TV I saw you get laid out by Midas. Wow, that must have been embarrassing for a double award winner such as yourself. Still, good thinking in keeping a low profile. I found WpW far more entertaining without you.”

Altieri flashes a half-arsed grin, mimicking the famous 'smirk' Onyx insists on using regardless of whether or not he's said anything funny or quick witted.

“Signore Pheel, you talk like a big man. But I've sat and listened to promos from the real big hitters like GRENDEL and SBK, and they don't show you even the slightest bit of respect. I'm lead to believe that you are all talk. Aside from anything else, what's a 'superstar' like yourself doing in the Fed Cup. I'm new – I want a contract, I have my excuse. Your buddy Onyx has a real match to enter besides this one. What about you?”

“Signore Pheel, you're a joker. You and Reggie Miller will be getting the alley-oop very quickly during out meeting.”

[thephil]

Arriving at LaGuardia via Taxi cab, The Phil steps out onto the pavement and looks towards the camera.

The Phil - Looks like someone just forgot about November Reign, the first Goldpush of the Year, or the qualifyer match where I battled PDJ down to a draw. That's okay One Trick Pony, you can ignore the main event matches I've had over the last month, and can dream about Donnovan Midas laying on top of you.

The Phil opens the airport door and steps through the metal detector.

The Phil - You talk of SBK, former Fed-Cup winner not paying me respect here, it seems to pass your mind that I'm the hated one, the despies one, the Heel Bastard. And in case you havent' noticed, this isn't some popularity contest. Don't worry about your contract in WpW Altieri, you're a foreigner from the sound of it. Legally, in the good ol' Americana, they have to hire you even if you shit in their post toastees, or else face serious lawsuits. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch to Ohio, less I be late to whoop Onyx, Miller and your ass.

The camera fades out as Phil drops his luggage on the counter for check in.

[Onyx]

Onyx laughs as he watches the last couple promos. He shakes his head ina disbelief before he starts his rant.

Onyx: "So it seems Johnny Onyx has entered the first Fed Cup of 2006, which by chance turns out to be nothing more than a cat fight. So far, I'm the only real man around this place. All the rest of the jerks are estrogen pumping bitches! First there's Lucy, the newest jobber to enter WpW. Lucy, seriously I've already had enough of Blackowt, Longhorn, and even Trekker... I'm tired of sitting backstage as those guys actually get air time... It's pitiful really, and now you've expanded the herd... this Fed Cup I'll thin out the pack, starting with you. Next is who, Henrietta? The drunk bitch with a growth problem. Toots, you're going down at Gold Push, then I'll toss salt in the wounds at the Fed Cup by tossing your bitch ass over the ropes with the quickness. Finally there's Phyllis... the girl who's always bitching and moaning, and tying to mirror a WpW great. Phyllis, I'll knock you right out of your moo-moo at the Fed Cup, and you can bank on that!"

The scene fades.

[thebutterscotchsta]

“Run, Pheel, run. You'll miss your flight. It'll be impossible for you to catch another before... er, Monday. Luckily while you're on your 3-day long haul flight I'll have Onyx to barely amuse me.”

“What Onyx, no smirking this time? Ok, maybe you can answer me the question of why a legend like The Pheel is entering the Fed Cup? He seems to want to avoid the question. Or maybe you can tell me how many title reigns “The most despies(sic) one” has had. From where I'm standing it seems the only thing that makes him the Heel Bastard is the fact he forgot to tip the cab driver when he arrived at the airport.”

“Hell, while I'm throwing out the questions, maybe someone can tell me where Reggie Miller went? Is Miller Time over already? You don't get too much Miller-bang for your buck do you? I was hoping that his performance in the fed cup would last a little longer, but I'm not so sure right now.”

[thephil]

While en route to Cincinatti Ohio, American Airlines is proud to announce that The Phil is on board in first class. The Phil is proud though to just enjoy the flight and pick up his trusty portable camera, displaying the words "Tape Delay" usually is the kiss of death for an event like this, but it can't be helped.

The Phil - Greetings Onyx, so glad of you to re-join us. I see you still don't have the balls to move beyond calling me names and trying so desperately to unnerve me or something. That's quite fine. I have time to wait before I touch down, so a short little promo from me. You say I'm "tying" to mirror a WpW great? Who's tying? Personally I'm givng this fed what it needs. Me.

The Phil rolls his neck a bit letting the vertebrae snap into place.

The Phil - I hate airline flights, always so cramped. Much like the ring will be in the fed cup. The only difference is Larry, Curley and Mo can be thrown out, the chairs here in first class, can't. See you when I touch down Onyx. You've still got a few hours.

The camera abruptly shuts off, sadly portable cameras just don't fade as good as the professional equipment.

[Onyx]

Onyx stares grimly into the camera lens.

Onyx: "You silly faggot, dicks are for chicks. Lucy, I will not smirk for you, you digusting freak of nature with a strange fetish mixed of stallions and butternutt squash. Surely you're not expecting that c**t on your arm to sway our opinion about your sexuality. I guess I'll give you the liberty to hear from a future champ, so I'll answer that question of yours Lucy. But before I do, I must first modify your question, which will inevitably answer your question. Did I confuse you, for I hope not. The Pheeel, as you call him... let's just call her Phyllis for now. Phyllis, she isn't a WpW legend, because why would a real legend try and mimic another legend? And beside that, Phyllis isn't more than a mid card talent... her only claim to fame is touching PDJ's boob, the sma etime he touched her's, causing a draw. Does that make him a legend, having PDj touch his tit? Well hell then all the female employed by WpW are legends. I just hope some real competition enters this thing, where's the Hebrew hammer, or hell even Tseng when you need a decent sparring partner?"

The scene fades.

[Johnny The Pirate]

(Duhnt, Duhnt,Duhn Duhn Duhn Duh Duh Duh Duhnt Duh DUH-DUH DUH!!!!! What's that you ask? That famed riff at the front of Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water" and all along the Ohio River it can be heard as WPW cameras film what can only be described as a return long-over due....The Return of Johnny The Pirate!)

(The large pirate ship he's known for sailing in docks along the Ohio River. It's early morn, 6 am. Fog is out heavy. Literally looks like Smoke on the water. No sign of the wee little pirate as of yet but the question becons. But why oh why has JthP returning to WPW? The wrestling fans as well as his backstage fans eagerly await the "wee-lad's" return just what will the Midget-Pirate have to say and just why it is he's back?)

(To be continued...you hope for your own entertainment sake.)

Comic Gold Productions.

[Onyx]

Onyx nods his head and rubs his chin as he sees the recent Johnny the Pirate promo.

Onyx: "Finally, some real competition."

Onyx laughs as the scene fades.

[thebutterscotchsta]

Rattled by the imminent arrival of WpW legend Johnny The Pirate, Altieri is on the way back to the safe haven of his Hotel. We join him as he sips a Long Island Ice tea on the back seat of his taxi.

“It's not enough that I must compete with big names like Onyx and The Pheel, now I have to wrestle in the gargantuan shadow of Johnny The Pirate.”

Altieri slurps up more of his Long Island Ice tea through a straw before continuing.

“My debut, I was so sure of a win. Now I can feel it all slipping away.”

Altieri's eyes light up.

“But wait. Mama's salty meatballs, I've got it! I still may have a chance. If I can avoid the Pirate long enough maybe one of the others will get lucky and eliminate him, then I'm back on the winning trail.”

Altieri strokes his chin thoughtfully as the shot fades.

[Johnny The Pirate]

[glow=red,2,300]RAWWWWWK!!!!! shrieks JthP's trusty parrot Big Rusty.[/glow]

(Johnny the Pirate, WPW's favorite Midget wrestler is standing on the docks near the Ohio River.)

[glow=yellow,2,300]JthP: Yarrrrg! Tis I returning to ye DubYePeeDubye. Sailin the seas for many ah nights me finally returning homeward bound to WPW!
[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]RAWWWWWK he's out of money! RAWWWWWK he's out of money shrieks Rusty.[/glow]

[glow=yellow,2,300]JthP: Me can report me parrot Rusty survived the Hudson river and after an Ace Orton cast on his lil wing for 3 months he's back to 100 percent. Tis ready to manage me to gold! Ye see I've been out to sea...[/glow]

(Th wee-little pirate has a puzzled look as the camera person waves him off.)

[glow=yellow,2,300]JthP: Ye see, I've been out to sea but for now my time is up on tv...if me gets me wish it's Goldpush I be!!![/glow]

(Camera fades)

To be continued? If that's what you want.




Comic Gold Productions

[thebutterscotchsta]

Having arrived back at the hotel, Altieri is back in the swing of things in the hotel bar with his female entourage. Now well into his 4th Long Island Ice Tea and feeling mentally lubricated he addresses WpW once more.

“Signore Onyx, you seem more than a little too interested in my sexual orientation. Not surprising in a nation where being bisexual is more important than being bilingual. Now, I could speculate as to the reasons for your interest into which team I'm playing for, but I think it's in both of our interests to get this debate back on to wrestling.”

One of the women on Altieri's arm begins to affectionately dust down the lapel of his suit jacket and straighten his collar.

“Signore Onyx, for a newcomer I certainly have grabbed your attention. Is there a reason? Could The Butterscotch Stallion be cutting through your roid rage and making your little Las Vegas knees knock? No need to be so shaken Signore Onyx, for I may beat you, but I won't hurt you permanently. I'm a professional. I've spent years training for this day. I'm just going to lose you over the top and then I'm done. You and your insurers can sleep easy.”

Altieri turns his attention back to his admiring female followers and nonchalantly waves the camera away.

[Johnny The Pirate]

(The wee little Pirate has waited the appropriate amount of time before speaking again and is ready to Rusty the Parrot is nowhere in sight this time however. Th little fella kicks the dirt.)

[glow=yellow,2,300]JthP: Me angry! Me real angry. Thee DubyaPeeDubya put me in the Fed Cup but me already have Fed Cup booty. Me already have me Fed Cup chalice. There's a reason me returning to DubyaPeeDubya, Me not no landlubber like the udder Fed Cuppers. There tis a reason. Me going to Goldpush, the respect me seems to be getting since I've been away tis refreshin. As refreshin as a baby seal's juicy mouth around me wee-little knob after dockin me ship after 90 days lonely at sea! Dere's a reason me returnin I tells ya! Ya wanna know why? [/glow]

(One that note, the cameraman is laughing so hard he actually drops the camera breaking it.)

Is that all? Could we not hear from JthP anymore because the camera broke?

Are you a JthP fan? Do you want to hear more from JthP? Let your voice be heard!




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[Onyx]

Onyx looks into the camera, shaking his head.

Onyx" "Lucy, you sure as a consistent c**t aren't you? It's almost like we've got a clone of Brooke. Which is the last thing we need, another herpes infested cum dumpster walking around spread eagle, for all the world to see... and smell."

Johnny waves his hands befroe his face and looks disgusted.

Onyx: "Something smells like a rotten fish yard... and it surely isn't the next Big Gold champ. Hey Lucy, why don't you get in the kitchen and bake me some cookies, but don't give Phyllis any, she's on Jenny Craig, or Weight Watches. Those things are about the same in my opinion. Bow down before the next Fed Cup holdee."

Onyx stares into the camera as it fades.

[thebutterscotchsta]

“What, now we're resorting to 'yeah, well, you smell' tactics? Shoddy, very shoddy Signore Onyx.”

Altieri cringes at the thought.

“This is the level of WpW? Newcomer of the Year 2005 tells me I smell. Back when I was still in training I was going up against guys with more talent than that. That's not how grown men talk to one another. How on Earth did your mama raise you? Ok, she gave you some hands-on experience with the birds and the bees, but she didn't give you any manners?”

Altieri shakes his head.

“Americans... unbelievable.”

[Unknown]

The next clip shows a series of snapshots of an unknown figure entering the WpW building, photographers are insanely driving to try and get a picture of this mysterious person but they are sheilded by wall of bodyguards, the camera gets wind and follows the crowd into the building and through the corridors, but is met by the slamming of a door with the sign "private personnel only" on it.

The camera shifts and looks at the commentator who shrugs. The door suddenly opens again and the camera excitedly swings round but only to be hit round the head by a newspaper. It falls to the floor and the camera zooms in.

"Odds on for Title glory" headlines.

The camera zooms in further to show the words 'Title Glory' has been traced over with a thick red substance...

The camera looks up to the commentator.

"Well... there you have it, folks, I have NO idea who that was, but I think we all know the moral of this story... avoid papercuts."

The camera cuts.