Post by Allen Anderson on Aug 10, 2019 3:34:06 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place a day after Juebi's promo: alphaprowrestling.boards.net/thread/518/lion-yokohama?page=1&scrollTo=1952 in the El Toro Night Club at San Francisco California.
OOC: Diana Wallace is wearing this:
{Dress}
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(An organization named Wrestling for Charity and APW have banded together to raise money for a cure for cancer. They have created an hour long wrestling show featuring fan favorite local wrestlers with the main event featuring Allen Anderson facing Goldberg. A sold out crowd of 300 people wait in eager anticipation for the return of an all time great: Goldberg crush the 0-2 Allen Anderson. Ever since his humiliating loss to Bryan Worthy, Allen kept a low profile. He was deeply depressed losing two times in a row despite Allen beating Jaice Wilds to a bloody pulp and assisting Juebi during the main event though Allen arrived too late witnessing Juebi submit to Nyeo Son. Allen felt guilty for not arriving in time to help Jubei he was busy angry at himself for losing his match that he almost forgot to help Juebi to make a statement. Now Jubei looked weak his first week as a World Champion and Allen can't help but think that this was his fault. Dianna Wallace is standing next to the ring wearing the attire above. As always she's nervous and jumpy, playing with her hair again.)
Dianna: Hello APW fans! We are here in the El Toro Night Club at San Francisco California! APW has joined Wrestling for Charity in order to raise money for the American Cancer Society!
Cameraman: Um Dianna? We're not live yet.
(Dianna stumbled back in shock her face reddened with embarrassment.)
Dianna: O-oh we're not live? I mean of course we're not live! I'm just rehearsing! (nervous laughter) you know I am!
Cameraman (sarcastically): Sure.
(Dianna fidgeted with her dress a bit while tapping her heels on the ground. Chants of "We want Goldberg!" is heard by the crowd. The camera man calmly sets up his device while Dianna continuously gives him nervous glances.)
Dianna: Are we live?
Cameraman: Not yet.
Dianna: W-well just take your time! I mean I'm just waiting not being a nervous wreck!
Cameraman: Uh-huh
(While the cameraman makes his final adjustments, Allen Anderson is with near the Gorilla Position with Vince Russo and Diamond. Allen hasn't seen Vince Russo since Monday and feared that he Russo cut him as a client. Looks like he's wrong.)
Russo: Bro! How you've been bro?! It's been a few days bro! Almost like we haven't seen each other in years bro!
(Allen was in his in-ring attire, there were bags under his eyes indicating that he hadn't been sleeping for some time. The jet lag in Japan didn't help at all, Allen gave a yawn all that anger and rage turned slowly turned into despair. He lost again in humiliating fashion to Buzz Worthy, never in his career had he lost multiple times in a row. Was he not cut out for professional wrestling? Allen descended from Harlem Legends: His Great Grandpa, Grandpa and Dad. Allen remembered the sheer disappointment in his Grandpa's voice when he called Allen on his way to Japan in how he lost. Allen didn't remember the berating he received by his Grandpa he drowned it out through drink.)
Allen: Where the hell you Russo?
Russo: I've been behind the scenes bro! I've been arguing with Irvina bro about the referee catastrophe bro! You've been saddled with these blind as bat referees bro! Now you're 0-2 in APW bro!
Allen (irritatingly): Thank you for reminding about that shit Russo. I clearly needed to remember that.
(Diamond scrunched up her nose in disgust smelling something.)
Diamond: It smells like alcohol.... Allen have you've been drinking?
(Allen leaned against the wall crossing his arms and not looking at Vince and Diamond.)
Allen: I've drank some whiskey before the match.
Russo: Bro why?! I've set you up with a match with Goldberg bro! I've made sure that you will have a credible wrestler to face bro!
Allen: What's the point Russo? No matter how hard you try you'll fail because some asshole does something better than you at the last fucking minute. I don't think I can make it in the wrestling scene. Look at me! I'm a fucking jobber! The memes still continue and I didn't save Jubei in time. I don't think I belong in professional wrestling any more. The only thing that makes shit clearer is the alcohol. It understands me more than anything.
(Vince Russo raises an eyebrow.)
Russo: Bro?! Who's Jubo?!
Allen (sighing): Jubei! The World Heavyweight Champion! The guy who stood up for me when no one else did! You know the main event-er!
Russo: Bro! I follow Americans! You want Lucha Libres? GO TO JAPAN! Bro!
Diamond: Russo, Allen is officially part of the Masuda Corporation. A faction that's headlined by the World Heavyweight Champion. This could be Allen's chance to recover after the two losses! By associating himself with Jubei, Allen could-
Russo: Bro! Bro! No Japanese wrestler should be headlining any American show! That's bullshit! The Japanese man will SINK APW bro! Because Americans don't want to watch someone that ani't them! Look at our politics today bro! You know the constant demand of people wanting fictional characters to be gay bro?! That's similar to what's happening here bro!
(Allen heard his music play and glowered at Russo.)
Allen: Diamond is right! Maybe Jubei will help me. Maybe not, but one thing for sure is that I'm in the main event for next weeks Metal.
Russo: Thanks to me bro!
Allen: This is my chance..... After all the bullshit I've been through for the past three weeks, I can actually be validated against Jaice Wilds and even lay the smack against that Korean boyband motherfucker who loves to shove his dick in peoples faces.
Diamond: That's called the Bronco Buster Allen.
Allen: Whatever, I got to face Goldberg, I gotta get back in the game.
Russo: The crowd is going to be shocked bro after this match.
(Allen raises and eyebrow at him and jogs to the Gorilla Position, he enters to Chief Rocka playing to flurry of boos and mockery. While Allen walks through the entrance ramp, Dianna was on her Iphone looking up wrestling memes and giggling at them. The camera man who finished his settings was playing live and looking very irritated with Diana.)
Cameraman: Damn it Dianna we're live!
(Dianna looked at the camera in shock to the point where she dropped her Iphone and cracked the screen.)
Dianna: Oh no! My phone! I-I mean! W-welcome to the charity match that Wrestling for Charity and APW have been doing all night! It is to raise money for the American Cancer Association and so far we have raised 130,000 dollars! Way to go APW fans! Now for our main event we have APW's own Allen Anderson facing the legendary Goldberg! Allen Anderson has fallen on to hard times lately so hopefully he can bounce back.
(Allen looked indifferent to the crowd, he didn't argue with them just headed straight for the ring and slumped against the turnbuckles like Raven did in his promos. The camera zooms in to Allen's blank face.)
Dianna: Allen has been on a losing streak lately, but he has made an impact! Beating Jaice Wilds to an inch of his life and allying himself with the World Heavyweight Champion. Despite the loss to Bryan "Buzz" Worthy, Allen has made his voice heard last Monday night.
(The lights dim and Goldberg's music begins to play. The epic music is heard throughout the arena as the crowd chants Goldberg! Allen still slumps into the ring looking disinterested. The music continues to play until white sparks begin to fly revealing....... Gillberg! The crowd begins to boo, as the mini me Goldberg screams...... but is sprayed by fire extinguishers from security guards. Allen looked at Gillberg raising an eyebrow and getting up bemused by the whole ordeal. Dianna stared at this flabbergasted at the whole ordeal.)
Dianna: Ummmmm looks like we have Gillberg! He's not Goldberg obviously b-but Gillberg is very good! He was the longest reigning Light Heavyweight Champion in WWE history! So we should have a great match even if we've all been swerved!
(Gillberg recovers and stumbles into the ring, the referee looks at Allen and then at Gillberg. Chants of Fire Russo was heard as the ref calls for the bell. Allen smirks at this as he rushes at Gillberg and sends him slamming against the turnbuckles punching him repeatedly. The crowd boos loudly still chanting fire Russo as Allen executes a bulldog slamming Gillberg's face onto the mat before raising him up for a one armed powerbomb. Allen was about to go for the pin but didn't he gave a look that suggested that he wanted to fuck Gillberg up. The fire Russo chants continue as Allen set Gillberg up for the Styles Clash crashing the Goldberg parody on to the mat ribs first. Gillberg gave a pained cry clutching his ribs, as Allen grabbed Gillberg by the scruff of his neck until Gillberg elbows Allen on the stomach. Surprised, Allen recoiled as Gillberg began to "hulk up" and give Allen a flurry of punches finishing off the combo with an uppercut that sent Allen off his feet. The crowd began to cheer though some did continue to chant fire Russo as Allen felt blood coming out from his lip. Gillberg went top rope going for a crossbody, however Allen quickly recovered and ran up the turnbuckle slamming his fist onto Gillberg's neck. He then set Gillberg up for the Harlem Drop! Allen landed knees first on to the mat though Gillberg's head landed firmly on to the mat as well. Rubbing his knees, Allen used the ropes to help himself up before picking Gillberg up and hoisting him for the fantastic finale. Allen hits it and pins Gillberg for the three count.)
Dianna: We have a winner! Allen Anderson! I'm going to up and interview the winner of the match!
(The crowd began to pelt Allen with thrash screaming fire Russo and Bullshit! Allen posed in front of the fans, a smirk forming on his face for the first time tonight. Dianna nearly tripped entering the ring but otherwise recovered quickly and held a mic to Allen's mouth.)
Dianna: Allen! That was a great win! I was won-
(Allen snatches the microphone from Dianna's hand, and the interviewer stumbles back out of fear. While Dianna placed a hand on her chest gulping, Allen raises the mic.)
Allen: What happened to me last Monday was a fucking travesty! I've been once again screwed out my match against Buzz Worthy! It is come to the point where I've filed a formal complaint against APW over these stupid ass referees!
(Allen hit the Ref with the Game Winner. The referee gets knocked out immediately landing back first. Dianna screams in response.)
Allen: What happened to me over the past three weeks was a travesty! A screwjob that's comparable to the one in Montreal in 1997! And it happened to me twice! As a result of APW's incompetent referees! I've been treated as a joke by the entire world! But despite all that bullshit, I've managed to make a statement where I fucked up Jaice Wilds to an inch of his life! I let him know what happens when you try to fuck me!
(Allen stares into the camera, smiles and then waves.)
Allen: Hey Jaice! How you doing brother man! I know you in the hospital having a nurse putting bottle in front your dick to piss in! You know what I'm capable! You think you can hide behind a fucking phone and talk all that shit to me?! I made sure that you know that I am for real! I don't bullshit around! When I say something! I fucking mean it! I have the talent to back up my words! If it weren't for fucking outside influences I would have a title belt around my waist! But now I'm here fucking raising money for a scam ass corporation. Face it folks! Even if we find the cure, only the rich will be able to afford it! Our health care system too piss poor to even gain the most basic necessities like a fucking check up! But I'm off tangent!
(Allen continues to stares into the camera.)
Allen: Jaice! I've hit rock bottom! I'm at the point where I becoming a desperate for a win! You know what they say about a man with nothing to lose, it's the scariest thing in the world facing a man with nothing left but the trucks and boots he wears to the ring. I've lost everything from my reputation to my fucking pride! I got nothing left but my hatred for you! For Bryan! For fucking Smith Jones! What happened last Monday was a taste of what I'm going to do you at the main event at Metal next Monday. I hope that Juebi let's me unload on your fucking ass! Because I don't think you get it Jaice! But I guarantee you will on Monday! Fuck yes you will! And you won't have any help from the crooked referee. I will rise Jaice! Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. You will be the first victim! I will emerge victorious! I will become a champion! I will become the franchise APW needs.
(Allen tosses the mic as he heads for the back, Dianna looking shell shocked at the events while the medical officials attend the knocked out referee.)
OOC: Diana Wallace is wearing this:
{Dress}
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(An organization named Wrestling for Charity and APW have banded together to raise money for a cure for cancer. They have created an hour long wrestling show featuring fan favorite local wrestlers with the main event featuring Allen Anderson facing Goldberg. A sold out crowd of 300 people wait in eager anticipation for the return of an all time great: Goldberg crush the 0-2 Allen Anderson. Ever since his humiliating loss to Bryan Worthy, Allen kept a low profile. He was deeply depressed losing two times in a row despite Allen beating Jaice Wilds to a bloody pulp and assisting Juebi during the main event though Allen arrived too late witnessing Juebi submit to Nyeo Son. Allen felt guilty for not arriving in time to help Jubei he was busy angry at himself for losing his match that he almost forgot to help Juebi to make a statement. Now Jubei looked weak his first week as a World Champion and Allen can't help but think that this was his fault. Dianna Wallace is standing next to the ring wearing the attire above. As always she's nervous and jumpy, playing with her hair again.)
Dianna: Hello APW fans! We are here in the El Toro Night Club at San Francisco California! APW has joined Wrestling for Charity in order to raise money for the American Cancer Society!
Cameraman: Um Dianna? We're not live yet.
(Dianna stumbled back in shock her face reddened with embarrassment.)
Dianna: O-oh we're not live? I mean of course we're not live! I'm just rehearsing! (nervous laughter) you know I am!
Cameraman (sarcastically): Sure.
(Dianna fidgeted with her dress a bit while tapping her heels on the ground. Chants of "We want Goldberg!" is heard by the crowd. The camera man calmly sets up his device while Dianna continuously gives him nervous glances.)
Dianna: Are we live?
Cameraman: Not yet.
Dianna: W-well just take your time! I mean I'm just waiting not being a nervous wreck!
Cameraman: Uh-huh
(While the cameraman makes his final adjustments, Allen Anderson is with near the Gorilla Position with Vince Russo and Diamond. Allen hasn't seen Vince Russo since Monday and feared that he Russo cut him as a client. Looks like he's wrong.)
Russo: Bro! How you've been bro?! It's been a few days bro! Almost like we haven't seen each other in years bro!
(Allen was in his in-ring attire, there were bags under his eyes indicating that he hadn't been sleeping for some time. The jet lag in Japan didn't help at all, Allen gave a yawn all that anger and rage turned slowly turned into despair. He lost again in humiliating fashion to Buzz Worthy, never in his career had he lost multiple times in a row. Was he not cut out for professional wrestling? Allen descended from Harlem Legends: His Great Grandpa, Grandpa and Dad. Allen remembered the sheer disappointment in his Grandpa's voice when he called Allen on his way to Japan in how he lost. Allen didn't remember the berating he received by his Grandpa he drowned it out through drink.)
Allen: Where the hell you Russo?
Russo: I've been behind the scenes bro! I've been arguing with Irvina bro about the referee catastrophe bro! You've been saddled with these blind as bat referees bro! Now you're 0-2 in APW bro!
Allen (irritatingly): Thank you for reminding about that shit Russo. I clearly needed to remember that.
(Diamond scrunched up her nose in disgust smelling something.)
Diamond: It smells like alcohol.... Allen have you've been drinking?
(Allen leaned against the wall crossing his arms and not looking at Vince and Diamond.)
Allen: I've drank some whiskey before the match.
Russo: Bro why?! I've set you up with a match with Goldberg bro! I've made sure that you will have a credible wrestler to face bro!
Allen: What's the point Russo? No matter how hard you try you'll fail because some asshole does something better than you at the last fucking minute. I don't think I can make it in the wrestling scene. Look at me! I'm a fucking jobber! The memes still continue and I didn't save Jubei in time. I don't think I belong in professional wrestling any more. The only thing that makes shit clearer is the alcohol. It understands me more than anything.
(Vince Russo raises an eyebrow.)
Russo: Bro?! Who's Jubo?!
Allen (sighing): Jubei! The World Heavyweight Champion! The guy who stood up for me when no one else did! You know the main event-er!
Russo: Bro! I follow Americans! You want Lucha Libres? GO TO JAPAN! Bro!
Diamond: Russo, Allen is officially part of the Masuda Corporation. A faction that's headlined by the World Heavyweight Champion. This could be Allen's chance to recover after the two losses! By associating himself with Jubei, Allen could-
Russo: Bro! Bro! No Japanese wrestler should be headlining any American show! That's bullshit! The Japanese man will SINK APW bro! Because Americans don't want to watch someone that ani't them! Look at our politics today bro! You know the constant demand of people wanting fictional characters to be gay bro?! That's similar to what's happening here bro!
(Allen heard his music play and glowered at Russo.)
Allen: Diamond is right! Maybe Jubei will help me. Maybe not, but one thing for sure is that I'm in the main event for next weeks Metal.
Russo: Thanks to me bro!
Allen: This is my chance..... After all the bullshit I've been through for the past three weeks, I can actually be validated against Jaice Wilds and even lay the smack against that Korean boyband motherfucker who loves to shove his dick in peoples faces.
Diamond: That's called the Bronco Buster Allen.
Allen: Whatever, I got to face Goldberg, I gotta get back in the game.
Russo: The crowd is going to be shocked bro after this match.
(Allen raises and eyebrow at him and jogs to the Gorilla Position, he enters to Chief Rocka playing to flurry of boos and mockery. While Allen walks through the entrance ramp, Dianna was on her Iphone looking up wrestling memes and giggling at them. The camera man who finished his settings was playing live and looking very irritated with Diana.)
Cameraman: Damn it Dianna we're live!
(Dianna looked at the camera in shock to the point where she dropped her Iphone and cracked the screen.)
Dianna: Oh no! My phone! I-I mean! W-welcome to the charity match that Wrestling for Charity and APW have been doing all night! It is to raise money for the American Cancer Association and so far we have raised 130,000 dollars! Way to go APW fans! Now for our main event we have APW's own Allen Anderson facing the legendary Goldberg! Allen Anderson has fallen on to hard times lately so hopefully he can bounce back.
(Allen looked indifferent to the crowd, he didn't argue with them just headed straight for the ring and slumped against the turnbuckles like Raven did in his promos. The camera zooms in to Allen's blank face.)
Dianna: Allen has been on a losing streak lately, but he has made an impact! Beating Jaice Wilds to an inch of his life and allying himself with the World Heavyweight Champion. Despite the loss to Bryan "Buzz" Worthy, Allen has made his voice heard last Monday night.
(The lights dim and Goldberg's music begins to play. The epic music is heard throughout the arena as the crowd chants Goldberg! Allen still slumps into the ring looking disinterested. The music continues to play until white sparks begin to fly revealing....... Gillberg! The crowd begins to boo, as the mini me Goldberg screams...... but is sprayed by fire extinguishers from security guards. Allen looked at Gillberg raising an eyebrow and getting up bemused by the whole ordeal. Dianna stared at this flabbergasted at the whole ordeal.)
Dianna: Ummmmm looks like we have Gillberg! He's not Goldberg obviously b-but Gillberg is very good! He was the longest reigning Light Heavyweight Champion in WWE history! So we should have a great match even if we've all been swerved!
(Gillberg recovers and stumbles into the ring, the referee looks at Allen and then at Gillberg. Chants of Fire Russo was heard as the ref calls for the bell. Allen smirks at this as he rushes at Gillberg and sends him slamming against the turnbuckles punching him repeatedly. The crowd boos loudly still chanting fire Russo as Allen executes a bulldog slamming Gillberg's face onto the mat before raising him up for a one armed powerbomb. Allen was about to go for the pin but didn't he gave a look that suggested that he wanted to fuck Gillberg up. The fire Russo chants continue as Allen set Gillberg up for the Styles Clash crashing the Goldberg parody on to the mat ribs first. Gillberg gave a pained cry clutching his ribs, as Allen grabbed Gillberg by the scruff of his neck until Gillberg elbows Allen on the stomach. Surprised, Allen recoiled as Gillberg began to "hulk up" and give Allen a flurry of punches finishing off the combo with an uppercut that sent Allen off his feet. The crowd began to cheer though some did continue to chant fire Russo as Allen felt blood coming out from his lip. Gillberg went top rope going for a crossbody, however Allen quickly recovered and ran up the turnbuckle slamming his fist onto Gillberg's neck. He then set Gillberg up for the Harlem Drop! Allen landed knees first on to the mat though Gillberg's head landed firmly on to the mat as well. Rubbing his knees, Allen used the ropes to help himself up before picking Gillberg up and hoisting him for the fantastic finale. Allen hits it and pins Gillberg for the three count.)
Dianna: We have a winner! Allen Anderson! I'm going to up and interview the winner of the match!
(The crowd began to pelt Allen with thrash screaming fire Russo and Bullshit! Allen posed in front of the fans, a smirk forming on his face for the first time tonight. Dianna nearly tripped entering the ring but otherwise recovered quickly and held a mic to Allen's mouth.)
Dianna: Allen! That was a great win! I was won-
(Allen snatches the microphone from Dianna's hand, and the interviewer stumbles back out of fear. While Dianna placed a hand on her chest gulping, Allen raises the mic.)
Allen: What happened to me last Monday was a fucking travesty! I've been once again screwed out my match against Buzz Worthy! It is come to the point where I've filed a formal complaint against APW over these stupid ass referees!
(Allen hit the Ref with the Game Winner. The referee gets knocked out immediately landing back first. Dianna screams in response.)
Allen: What happened to me over the past three weeks was a travesty! A screwjob that's comparable to the one in Montreal in 1997! And it happened to me twice! As a result of APW's incompetent referees! I've been treated as a joke by the entire world! But despite all that bullshit, I've managed to make a statement where I fucked up Jaice Wilds to an inch of his life! I let him know what happens when you try to fuck me!
(Allen stares into the camera, smiles and then waves.)
Allen: Hey Jaice! How you doing brother man! I know you in the hospital having a nurse putting bottle in front your dick to piss in! You know what I'm capable! You think you can hide behind a fucking phone and talk all that shit to me?! I made sure that you know that I am for real! I don't bullshit around! When I say something! I fucking mean it! I have the talent to back up my words! If it weren't for fucking outside influences I would have a title belt around my waist! But now I'm here fucking raising money for a scam ass corporation. Face it folks! Even if we find the cure, only the rich will be able to afford it! Our health care system too piss poor to even gain the most basic necessities like a fucking check up! But I'm off tangent!
(Allen continues to stares into the camera.)
Allen: Jaice! I've hit rock bottom! I'm at the point where I becoming a desperate for a win! You know what they say about a man with nothing to lose, it's the scariest thing in the world facing a man with nothing left but the trucks and boots he wears to the ring. I've lost everything from my reputation to my fucking pride! I got nothing left but my hatred for you! For Bryan! For fucking Smith Jones! What happened last Monday was a taste of what I'm going to do you at the main event at Metal next Monday. I hope that Juebi let's me unload on your fucking ass! Because I don't think you get it Jaice! But I guarantee you will on Monday! Fuck yes you will! And you won't have any help from the crooked referee. I will rise Jaice! Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. You will be the first victim! I will emerge victorious! I will become a champion! I will become the franchise APW needs.
(Allen tosses the mic as he heads for the back, Dianna looking shell shocked at the events while the medical officials attend the knocked out referee.)
