Roleplay: Shannon Moore vs Bill Goldberg Unification Match

The Voice Number of posts : 3495 Age : 28 Registration date : 2008-12-27

This is for a fed i'm in and I think it may be the best RP I've ever written. If you read it, you'll get the concept of my character. I'm the Extreme Champion and I'm in a Unification Match against Goldberg for w/ the Hardcore Championship. Results go up tommorrow, I'll post the other guy's RP when he puts it up. Please Vote in the Poll!
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Hardcore Champion vs Xtreme Champion
Championship Unification Match
Bill Golderg vs Shannon Moore
Superiority will Triumph in the Downfall

Joey Styles
Tazz
Howard Finkle
Shannon Moore
Crowd

Full Force Wrestling's extravaganza, last pay per view of the year (Survival of the Fittest) rolls on with the two ringside commentators sitting at the black and red table. The fans are extactic to be apart of the worldwide broadcasted event, featuring three unification matches and a big Eight man tag team match. The lights shine down on the commentators, Joey Styles and Tazz. They look intentively at the camera before speaking.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are here as Survival of the Fittest rolls on. It could very well be, the most monumental pay per view of the year."

"And its the last pay per view of the year, Joey. I'm Tazz and alongside me is my broadcasting partner... Joey Styles. How ya doin', Joey?"

"What mood, besides great, could I be in at an event like this one. It is Survival of the Fittest and it is very well, the pay per view that the wrestlers strive to shine at. It is the last chance of the year for them to 'strut their stuff', so to speak, and make a mark in the company."

"'Struth their stuff'?"

"What? I was just winging it."

"haha, whatever. Make a mark in the company is the exact thing Shannon Moore has been trying to do in these past weeks."

"He won the Extreme Championship back at Halloween Massacre and ever since then he has been dominating the company."

"Last time I checked, he hasn't won since Halloween Massacre, and only once before that."

"Well, he has been in a Match of the Night and two matches against two different World Champions, in two consecutive weeks. And him facing Matt Hardy opened his eyes, in a way."

"Yeah, but his feelings have not changed, so to speak. Although his respect for Matt Hardy has."

"And tonight, Moore looks to keep a reign of dominance by winning the unification match against Bill Goldberg tonight."

Shannon Moore walks out, wearing his black trench coat and black PoP shirt underneath it. His raggedy black jeans are worn as well. This, of course, is not his in-ring attire, but just his normal attire. He has his presitigous Extreme Title on his shoulder as he makes his entrance.

"And there is the Prince of Punk now. Walking down the ramp like that, wearing those dark clothes. Creepy, if ya ask me."

The voices of Tazz and Styles are put to a hush as Shannon Moore stands on the entrance ramp. He points to the sign near the cieling on a wall with his face on it. It is a poster of his match against Goldberg. He then raises his arms to the sky and points in the air while about five shots of blue & black pyro are shot off.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, he is Full Force Wrestling's Extreme Champion. The Dark, the Destructive... the One and Only... "Prince of Punk".... SHANNON MOORE!!!"

After the introduction, he walks down the ramp, while being booed, and once he is aobut half way down, red fireworks trail the whole way down the ramp. Shannon makes it down to the ramp after being insulted by about half the crowd. This is saying a lot, because the seats for the event are stacked to the thousands. He gets inside the ring and raises his title with both hands. After placing the title back on his shoulder, Howard Finkle hands him a microphone. The voices of the crowd lower to a hush.

"Its disgraceful, you know. To think that you are so much better than everyone else, and to think that you have superiority. Well, Bill, you don't have superiority. Everyone out in those seats, know that deep down inside... you have nothing. You're just pumped up, a fake and a joke. You have no moral values, Bill. You think the superiority falls into y our hands, but the superiority has been here all along. It never leaves, it never stays. It doesn't come and go and pass through the innocent and the worthy. It does not remain in the soul of just anyone. It grows in the depths of tartarus and it livens in the deep end of Hell. It comes up from Heaven and decides the fate of itself. You can not be superior, with out being worthy. You cannot be worthy, unless you are deserving, You cannot be deserving, until you have won something worthwhile. I have won the Extreme Championship and you sit in the back with the Hardcore Title. You're probably sitting back there listening to this as you inject a full syrum of steriods inside those jacked up arms. You are probably thinking how stupid I am for saying I am superior, for holding the Extreme Title, while you hold the Hardcore Championship. Well... Bill... the truth is that I am superior, not only because I am worthy, deserving and a champion... but also because I know my place in the world. I know exactly where to be and exactly when I should be there. I know who to be with and who to destroy. I know who to take down and who to bring to the top. I know who to decieve, decrete and deplete and who to guide. And at the moment, I will not be the guiding light of Bill Goldberg. I give him no chance of this. All I can say to him is for him to fight back. He should try the best he can, because he's going to need all that and more. Steriods can't save him, and neither can any other type of drug. He cannot get out of this, he cannot save himself the torture. I will destroy him, as he has done to men like Chris Jericho and even Kevin Nash. Nigel McGuinness took him down, as well as me. I have had many losses, and not as much wins. But I have had many desicrations. Chris Jericho will be in a lesser condition to fight, because of me, as will Matt Hardy. Nigel McGuinness will not be right in the head because of the pain I brought him through before he covered me for the count. The Miz will never be the same after he has face me twice. Raven will feel the torture for many more months to come. John Morrison doesn't realize how lucky he was to get out, even though I left as well. Judas Mesias felt my torture twice before and he will not run as fast. I am still in my prime, even with losing all these matches. My problem is the fact that I cannot get the pinfall. But tonight... the pinfall is my only problem. Goldberg, you're nothing. Nothing but a big peice of swine. No Emotions. No Talent. No Life. You are going to feel the wrath of the Prince. A Prince with a vengence, a Prince with a skill, a Prince with a warpath, a Prince... of Punk."

Shannon Moore takes the microphone away from his mouth and hears the crying crowd, as they look to desigrate his train of thought.

"MOORE SUCKS! MOORE SUCKS!"

"Listen to me... Do you all remember that old saying... 'Sticks and Stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me'. Yeah? Well in this case... Its wrong. Sticks and Stones have attempted to break my bones and they were halted with a mear baseball bat or an arm. Yeah, I may have gotten into a few fights as a kid. A little more than usual. But I always had backup. You know them as The Hardy Boyz... but I just called them Jeff and Matt. They defended me, stuck up for me and lied to my parents for me. They signed me up for baseball and the school wrestling team. Did I need them? Hell No. But I had to get fit somehow, right? Well... As much respect as I have for the two of them... they are not needed know, I am 'independent' so to speak. Matt Hardy tried to help me last week and I looked at him, a changed man. I wasn't the same little Shannon from school and the neighborhood. I was looking at him, ready to hit him. Did I? No. I didn't want to give him the glory to hit me back. I didn't need him saving me. I didn't need him to forgive me. He doesn't realize that I'm not as much of a friend to him now than I was then. He and Jeff looked after me when I was in a time of need... Now, I'm not in need. I'm independent and I can take care of myself. I don't need the World Champion saving my ass when the FFW Champion gets cranky. Jericho won the match and didn't think I was punished enough. He didn't think I was done. He probably thought I would attack him from behind... So he locked in the Walls of Jericho. The Lion Tamer. Well, I'm not a Lion... but if I was one... I wouldn't be intimidated. So Matt, you saving me meant nothing. I could've gotten out of that. No Referee, Security or Hardy needed. Jericho needed that Twist of Fate and that Halo though. Thank you for that. Besides that, I am independent now. I don't need him defending me, I can fight my own battles. It doesn't matter if they get too rough, because when you are the one and only Prince of Punk... nothing gets too rough. It just makes you closer to the bottom of the lake. As long as you can keep your head above the water, you don't need saving. I'm not desperate, so I don't want Matt coming anywhere near me tonight. I don't want him near the ring during the match. I don't want him in my lockerroom before or after the match. I don't need motivation, I have enough motivation being the PoP. Back to the topic though, Stick and Stones haven't broken any bones, but they've bruised me. I've fought and fought my way out of it... and words can't hurt me... they will never hurt me, as the saying goes. So, tonight, Bill, you're going to need more than sticks, stones and words to beat me. You are going to need more than fans, steriods and a title to beat me. I am going to need nothing more than pure skill to chop you down and send your sorry ass away from the title picture. The Extreme Title is mine, and always will be. The Hardcore Title will no longer exsist and I will be the most dominant force you have ever seen, trust me. Hate it... or not. I am going to win and you will lose. The fans know it on the inside, no matter how popular your jacked up ass is. You can go back in the lockerrom and prepare anyway you need to, but I will not just weaken you and let you get away with it. I will destroy you. After the hit the Halo and get the cover, you won't know what hit you and the closest guess to it... would have to be the One and Only Prince of Punk."

Shannon Moore begins pacing around the ring and looks at his title before speaking again.

"You see this greatness on my shoulder? As I have said before, only greats achieve greatness. You are not able to live off the voices of the crowd and hope to win a match. You need skill, determination, destructiveness and deciet. You need to be able to punish your opponent, with no end. You have to crush them into the very ground they grew up from. You are probably drowning out my thoughts with laughter or thinking of ways Bill Goldberg can defeat me. You are probably thinking of how fun it would be to play 'Pin the tail on the PoP' at your next birthday party. Well guess what? I'm here to stay as the Prince of Punk, I'm here to stay as Shannon Moore and I'm here to stay as The Extreme Champion. I know it, you all know it, Chris Jericho knows it, Matt Hardy knows it, Nigel McGuinness knows it, Todd Grisham knows it and after tonight, Bill Goldberg will know it... I am here to stay and everyone knows it!"

Chants from the fans are started, referring to Shannon's recent remarks.

"GET THE F*** OUT!!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* GET THE F*** OUT!!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*!!!"

Shannon Moore smiles his newest trademark evil smile before speaking again.

"So much disrespect... You remind me of Todd Grisham, I can never seem to get rid of him. Next week, I'll put him out for awhile. Wait and See, you impatient, inconsiderate, undeserving souls. Did you see that match, just a bit before I become the Extreme Champion? I hit Ron Killings so hard that he was afraid to return. When he did, I put him out for good. He and the Brooklyn Brawler. I will do the same to Goldberg tonight and then I will make sure Todd Grisham can't move. I will make a reign of dominance never seen before. Tonight, its not just about punishment. I will win tonight, to ensure that the Extreme Title stays on my shoulder. Whether you scum like it or not."

The Prince of Punk's theme begins playing as he drops the microphone and leaves the ring. He walks down the entrance ramp with his title, getting booed. He points to the poster he pointed to at the start of his entrance, before leaving the frontstage arena. The camera scales over to Joey Styles and Tazz once again.

"Well, strong words from Shannon Moore, but are the words strong enough to protect him from Bill Goldberg? In Two weeks, Bill has taken out two different men in less than ten seconds. Will he do the same to Moore tonight, Tazz?"

"Wait and see, Joey! Patience is a virtue."

"Whatever, I cannon wait for the night to really kick off. Who will win between Moore and Goldberg? My money is on the dominance of Goldberg."

"Put your money wherever, I just want to say that Moore will win. And when he does, Joey's gonna be out ten bucks. haha."

"Well, the Prince of Punk remains independent..."

"As does Joey's money."

"Ugh."

The camera steers away from the two commentators and scales onto the ring for the next segment.

I liked it but I dont know anything about RPs. Nice work, KJ.

The Voice Number of posts : 3495 Age : 28 Registration date : 2008-12-27

Thanks.

The Voice Number of posts : 3495 Age : 28 Registration date : 2008-12-27

I won, not going to take the time to post the other guy's RP though...

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