Fed Cup NYC September 11 2011 thread

[Rocken Rob]

Final Roleplay deadline September 10 @ 11:59 pm central.

69th Regiment Armory
New York City
September 11 2011
(in-char event date)

PLEASE READ & FOLLOW THE RULES BELOW!


Fed Cup is an Over the top rope battle royal

Your wrestler could become FED CUP winner adding it's name to a historic WpW legacy!

The Federation Cup is open to ANYONE and EVERYONE
including guests or ppl who've never rp'd in WpW before.

WpW 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.

Here's how to get in & maybe win!

Read the rules carefully as they are DIFFERENT than regular show roleplaying.

This is Fed Cup EXCLUSIVE RP RULES. That means Fed Cup ONLY. Please do NOT start rping like this for regular shows.


1.)Roleplays begin NOW.)

2.) All Rps must be straight to the board replied inside THIS thread only. (no linking or pics allowed)

3) ALL RPS MUST NOT EXCEED ( do not go over) 15 lines. Keep it short! Penalty will occur if this rule broken.

4.) For this match all rps must be posted as a reply here in this thread.

5.) You must WAIT until someone replies before posting again. No limit to the total number of times you can post however. Unlimited roleplaying!

6.) NO single/same wrestler can post back to back. If you break this rule you will be automatically eliminated & deemed ineligible to win. Handlers may only reply to their OWN wrestler once per day to spark or generate action from opponents. Otherwise UNLIMITED on the number of times per day you may need to reply & rp to win Fed Cup!

7. No limit on rps for this award. This means you may post UNLIMITED number of times until deadline. No daily limits if rules are followed.

8. Do not post pictures in your roleplays for Fed Cup.That means NO image, video, or picture is allowed to be posted in the body of your rp. Breaking this rule will incur the post scoring 0 as well as a -1 penalty.

9. You may enter as many of your wrestlers as you'd like. No limit on the number of wrestlers to be involved. If you use your main proboards account for a different wrestler of yours make sure the post is CLEAR on which wrestler is rping/entered in Fed Cup battle royal! This is so it will count for the correct star and so your opponents know who they are speaking against.

10. Stay in character, on camera. Fed Cup is where trash talking your opponents IS rewarded and also ENCOURAGED! Go for it!



If you have any questions pm Rocken Rob on these boards

AND

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

Your wrestler could be the NEXT FED CUP CHAMPION!!!!





Follow the rules and reply BELOW with your rping to try and win the Fed Cup! Turn up the heat as WpW's innovative most interactive roleplay feature Fed Cup is held and Let the battle begin!!!!!

Roleplaying thread here BELOW is officially OPEN NOWWWWW!!!!!

[Jamar Matthews]

Jamar Matthews wipes his forehead from his workout after lifting weights.


Jamar Matthews: I's sho gone haffta git muhseff to New Yawk Sit-Tea come Sefteblur Lebbun. It time I winz Fed Cup.

Camera fades.

[The Flying Turd]

Jamar, what's up OG home skillet G for life. Lets get us some biotches and crown and get down on the town. For-sizzle, fo-sho. Homie, Gs up. We cool fo-sho. I'm The Flying Turd, you Jamar Matthews...you should be my tag team partna'. We could be the Turd Thugs. Fo-sho. I'ma kick ya' iz-azz in New York, though. Bet homie.

[Russ Linus]

Russ Linus is seen at his home in Panama City, Florida packing some things up in a suitcase.

Russ: I'm going to make this simple bro. I've got best upcoming superstar in history of wrestling going to be my partner in the tag tournament. I'm not here for that just yet though bro. First off, I'm going to win the Fed Cup. I'm sorry for the luck of Flying Turd and Jamar Matthews or anyone else that decides to shoot for this. I got it in the bag bro. This will make a nice addition to my long list of accomplishments. First the Fed Cup, then the tag team titles. Things are definitely looking up bro.

["The Icon" Chris Lee]

Chris Lee: Bro, I'm gonna' get you bro. Oh yeah, bro, it's coming bro.

*YAWN*

Chris Lee: So, I hear the Fed Cup is coming to NYC on 9/11. Glad WpW is paying a little respect and taking the show to the fine people of NYC. While we're talking about respect, I really with somebody...Linus...Jamar...anybody would silence this Turd character, who is disrespecting all of us.

*Lee frowns*

Chris Lee: Unfortunetly, I don't really see anybody here that can do that...so, I pick me. Chris Lee in Fed Cup action on 9/11. Ain't life grand.

[Russ Linus]

Russ Linus is loading his bags into the back of his lime green Nissan Juke. He's getting a late start on his trip due to getting caught up on WPW88 television.

Russ: Chris Lee. Damn bro you've been everyfrickenwhere lately. I got to hand it to you, nobody can say you don't work your ass off. BUT work doesn't win the Fed Cup...well, maybe it does, but not in your case. I've got things to prove in this place and I'm going to do that whether I'm facing you Chris Lee, or Firebomb, or Jamar, or Simon Terry, or anyone. This is my time bro.

[The Flying Turd]

Uhh ohhh, you gonna spank me Chris Lee? Let's be realio for the dealio, I'm the guy everybody want to see. I got more women than...than...than...uh...I got lots of women. I ain't got much money but I got women and they got boobs and I heart boobs! POOP! Russ Linus, you want to be my BFF? I bet you like boobs, too. I hope so, because if you like tiny dinky dickaroos...you can't be my friend. Chris Lee can't be my friend because he is old and smells like stale butt cheese. POOP and butt cheese!

[Russ Linus]

Somewhere in Georgia. Russ Linus has stopped to get gas, check the internet to watch a little WPW88 on demand, and upload a response of his own.

Russ: Turd, I got no beef with you bro. I got no problem with your little gimmick like most people around here. If you're winning matches and catching the hoes, then keep on rockin bro. Yeah, I like women, at least as far as what they can do for me. Now, as for a friendship, it's possible, but I can't make any friends just now. I've got the Fed Cup to win first, and you just so happen to be in that match bro.

[The Flying Turd]

Twat? I'm in the match...me? Fo-really silly? Oh, I guess that's cool...I did go to wrestling school. BOOM...MC FLYING TURD. I am dropping rhymes on Russ Linus like he's Don Imus. I may act like a silly willy, home skillet, but the people who don't love The Flying Turd can kiss my brown starfish. Ohhh....yeah, I said it. I'm bad to the bone like Snoppy Doggy Dizzle. POOP! I'll have to beat you Russizle, but I'll have a big sloppy Turd hug waiting on you after the match. Ta ta for now!

[Russ Linus]

Russ is still caught up in WPW88 on demand like a woman addicted to a soap opera.

Russ: Flying Turd, you are so funny. I'm actually kinda bummed out that I'm going to have to throw you out of the Fed Cup bro. I mean, you got me rollin' in the floor bro. Maybe Chris Lee will throw you out so I won't have to.

[The Flying Turd]

It'll be ok, dude. I'm like a cat...nine lives. MEOW! You can throw me out and Chris Lee can throw me out and I'll shake it off like a washin' machine, homie G. POOP! The things is, you know like I know that you know the WpW knows that the world knows that wrestling knows that I'm too legit to quit, fo-sho. I'm representing Turkey Scratch, fo-shizzle nizzle fo-rizzle. I think all them trashy tranny hoes that hang around Firebomb should come wrestle in NYC. We could have a mud wrestling Fud Cup. Ohhh....BOOB! Bye friend.

[Russ Linus]

Russ Linus is just waking up somewhere around Little Rock, Arkansas. He's got his laptop sitting on the bathroom counter. He's just finishing brushing his teeth and spits before talking.

Russ: I could definitely agree to watching some of Firebomb's ladies wrestle in the mud. I'm not going to disrespecting him by talking about his daughter or anything, but she's a looker. My focus right now is on the Fed Cup though bro. I've noticed some of the other guys seem to have gotten quiet now. Hope nobody's got cold feet bro. I was looking forward to having competition.

[The Flying Turd]

They ain't ready, Russyussy. They heard THE FLYING TURD was going to be flushing people and they didn't want nothing to do with it. People ain't trying to feel the Turd Cutter, OG Russizle. We needs to find more peeps. I'm running out of people to beat-up on, home skillet. Somebody needs to step up and mix it up with Turdzilla. POOP!

[Russ Linus]

Russ: It's a shame that a couple of rookies scare people off bro. I mean, the guys in WPW are supposed to be legends. Chris Lee was int he top 50 and now he's not saying anything. I guess it'll come down to you and I Turd. The best man will win bro, and that best man will be me.

[The Flying Turd]

Best man? You want me to be your best man? I didn't even know you were getting hitched, home skillet. I'm have to plan a party, get some strippers...BOOBS...and find a tux. Problem is, I don't like wearing pants. It cool with I let it all hang out, amigo? Chicks dig the four inches of fury, Russyussy.

I'm guessin' OG Russizle that you were talking about getting married, right? You weren't trying to say you were better than the shyt...THE FLYING TURD, right? Listen, I know that you know that I know that WpW knows that THE FLYING TURD is too cool for school and hotter than Firebomb's wife's little sister's aunt's grandma. People pay to see him homie, OG, gangsta gangta. I'm the pride of Turkey Scratch. POOP! I think I'ma win the Fed Cup. GASP! RUN! POOP!

[Russ Linus]

Russ Linus is seen finally making it to New York. He's just settled down in his hotel room.

Russ: It's all good bro. I'm sure people pay good money to see you, but I'm not sure it's your wrestling they come to see. I think there' probably more to the story than that. You're a much deeper person.

....BUT....

I have to say no, I'm not getting married. I'm definitely not making that mistake again bro. I'll have to say that I'm enjoying the single life. You can still get us some strippers and have a party for me. We'll just call it a celebration for when I win the Fed Cup.

[The Flying Turd]

{TFT is sitting beside an old bald man with a bottle of liquor in a paper sack on an Amtrak from Little Rock to Chicago.}

TFT: Yo, bald guy, what you drinking?

Bald Guy: Blah, lya, ahdhb.

TFT: You kin to Firebomb?

Bald Guy: Hhsa hdh eyeb.

TFT: I see, well, since you are a borderline dumb-diddy-dumbass I'll tell you a little about me. I'm trying to get to New York City to wrestle. Yep, big chief drinksalot, I'ma beat up a guy named Russ because I'm the future of professional wrestling. My name is the Flying Turd. POOP! I'ma drop a duece on Russussy and give him a Turd Cutter and be a winner winner chicken dinner.

Bald Guy: You smell like ass.

{TFT looks puzzled}

TFT: I thought you couldn't talk. You're a big joker like Bozo. You want to sing with me? I smell poop, I smell poop, yes I do, yes I do, I'ma beat Russ Linus, I'ma beat Russ Linus, I love BOOBS!

{The train continues on through the night.}

[Russ Linus]

Russ Linus steps outside his hotel in New York. He's dressed in a pair of jeans, white t-shirt, and black leather jacket.

Russ: Seems like this is a whole new place than it was ten years ago. Just like it is in WPW. They've come a long way and everything has changed. Further proof will be when I defeat Flying Turd, Chris Lee, and Jamar Matthews for the Fed Cup. Now it's time to check out New York. Wonder if that naked guitar player is still around. Hope Turd doesn't see him.