Post by DrukenHammer on Apr 1, 2008 15:31:10 GMT -5
Hey, children. I know some of you know about my past experience in an online roleplay game called e-wrestling. Now, some may be able to figure out exactly what it is by the title, but let me go forward. E-wrestling is a game in which you create a character/wrestler and go up against others in your federation just like if you were watching it on television, there are titles, storylines (usually better than the WWE!!!), that YOU write and particiapte in.
The particular federation that I've been a member of for the past three years is the ICWF (Intense Championship Wrestling Federation). There are countless others, but most shut down in about a couple months or so. This bad boy has been running for 12 YEARS!!! That's right, 12 YEARS!!! We have an archive database that goes back for about ten of those years.
Here's a link to our forum. We had a regular website that is currently be revamped and the forum is temporary. (I hope!)
s10.invisionfree.com/intenchampwresfed
Are all feds/leagues like this one?
No. They aren't. This one uses all original created guys. No WWE characters, or any blatent ripoffs, or any of that stuff. Some run solely based on real life wrestlers. Others post roleplays based on the forums themselves. This one, you submit the RPs (or flashes) via e-mail.
What does a roleplay look like?
A roleplay generally looks like so. You have your guy somewhere, doing something, talking about his plans.
How long does a RP have to be?
As Abe said about how long a man's legs should be, long enough to touch the ground. They should be long enough to get your point across. That's about it.
Can you show me one?
Certainly! Here's one I submitted last week!
==============================================
[So, Flash Flood. we meet again.
This time we are meeting in what appears to be a large
hardware store, like a Lowe's, or maybe it's a Home
Depot. like the one that will host the ICWF World
Title Bout at Rain of Terror, LIVE! MARCH 30th! AND
ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW!!! Anywho, we see two men pushing
around a shopping cart. It's full of. What the hell
does that matter!?!? It's full of spigots, okay. We
see the one man who is actually pushing the cart and
his boyish features, his good looks, his wonderful
brown hair kept neat and trim, his nice blue collared
shirt, his khaki pants, his... Yeah! it's Swanson. The
other man is meandering back and forth looking at all
sorts of equipment. He's wearing a navy blue football
jersey with the name KICK YOUR ASS on the back and the
#51 (oddly the number of Bears legend Dick Butkus).
They are randomly going down the aisles.]
Ryan: So... Sunday, in this very Home Depot... The
ICWF will hold its main event at Rain of Terror. A
three-way...
Sean: You said three-way.
Ryan: Shut up!
Sean: No, you shut u... shinies!!!
[O'Donnell wonders off, leaving the audience to Ryan.]
Ryan: Anyway, a three-way...
Sean: (in the distance) THREE-WAY! HA!
Ryan: ...between Eraser, Spooky Doom, and Frostbite
for the ICWF World Heavyweight Title. Three tremendous
athletes that will be brought to the hub of home
improvement...
Sean: I (farting) hated that show!!! Couldn't see that
damn Wilson's face... Bastard!!!
Ryan: To which they will tear themselves to death with
tack hammers and ceiling fans, kitchen islands and
lawn care equipment. Suffice to say, this will not be
a battle that shows any athletic prowess whatsoever.
As a wise man once said, this sport needs integrity
and professionalism in order to survive.
Sean: Who the hell said that?
Ryan: Jesus, I believe.
Sean: Oh! HE was a cool guy.
Ryan: Yes, he was Sean, yes he was.
THUNKKKKK!!!!!!!
Ryan: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!!
[O'Donnell crashes down into the cart, with a plunger
in hand.]
Sean: You listen here, ICWF! Neil Bonser! And all you
other bastards!!! What you don't realize is this! You
have shown in putting the ICWF World Title up for
grabs in a place like this is that the title and your
show is garbage! A joke! No ICWF Title should be won
here, outside of the Extreme Trophy! A piece of
plastic for garbage wrestling! It is because of this
that we'll wait for all you bastards to come back from
Rain of Terror! Beaten down, and take what's ours! We
will own the ICWF Tag Team titles.
Ryan: Jack Venus... Eraser... We're gunning for you.
Sean: And Satan's Disciples better not get in the damn
way. The same goes for the Jonny Pastrami and whatever
pieces of generic doom and gloom, evil-ass, seven
foot, fat pieces of (scat) he brings into the match
against them! It's sure to be a total (filling)
SNOOZE!!!
[A man in a blaze orange vest walks up to the cart of
the Suicide Kings.]
Man: I'm going to have to ask the two of you gentlemen
to tone it down. You're disturbing the other
customers!
[With that O'Donnell turns and sticks the plunger on
the man's face, pushing and pulling, pushing and
pulling, as if he were trying to rip the man's face
off with the suction.]
Man: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!MY FACE!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: Tone down this you little (snot)!!! Tone down
this!!! Oh, and I try before I buy!!!
[Swanson upon seeing this display can only shake his
head.]
Man: MY FACE!!!!!! I'D LIKE TO KEEP IT!!!!! LORD, SAVE
ME!!!!!!
Ryan: Sean!!!
Sean: Yeah...
Ryan: Let him go...
Man: Oh, oh, thank you... Mister Swanson for saving my
life, I am forever grateful!
[The man in the vest gets up and sprints down the
aisle.]
Sean: Well, THAT was fun...
Ryan: So, did you actually use that earlier?
Sean: I try before I buy, Ryan... Plungers, toilets,
condoms.
[Ryan slaps himself in the forehead.]
Sean: Shotguns, too!
Ryan: So, how are we in a tag team together, again!
Sean: It starts way back... in the
FUUUUUUUUU-TURE!!!!!
Ryan: Right. I was on crack when I signed my ICWF
contract.
Sean: NO! I was on the crack!
Ryan: So, anyway, I think that without the Suicide
Kings, Rain of Terror won't be the same, and with a
garbage match main event. Without the skills of
wrestling god like me... Ryan Swanson, a true
thoroughbred in this sport that a legend calls a "the
sport of kings".
Sean: We'll be ready to beat ass as soon as you guys
come back to Monday Night.
[Ryan and Sean than see something to their right. It's
the man in the orange vest again.]
Man: I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Ryan: It looks like this flash is over.
Man: So, thanks for putting me on TV.
Sean: No problem, kid. Here's your twenty bucks...
Ryan: Dude, we're still on!
Sean: We are?
Ryan: Yes?
Sean: AND ANOTHER THING YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!!! IF I
EVER SEE YOU'RE DOPEY FACE HERE AGAIN, I'LL SLAP THE
PISS RIGHT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!!!!
[The orange vested person just stands there.]
Sean: You... are supposed to run...
Ryan: It's over, dude. Just forget it.
Sean: Yeah, keep it real "orange vest dude".
[Fade out.]
==============================================
That was a roleplay for my tag team called the Suicide Kings. You spruse it up a bit with humor. Others do it with internal dialouge, or violence, and other means.
That looked really hard! How long did it take?
Half an hour! And I can't type! It's not hard at all, and it's an assload of fun.
Do I have to be a wrestling fan?
No! Not at all! We have guys in this league that don't really watch it. We have guys that are, but hate the stuff you see on TV (...like me!)
Why are you posting this now?
Well, we are hurting for talent! We just had four characters go on a break, a couple possibly permenant. We are down to maybe six or seven handlers worth a damn (Handlers are who controls the wrestlers.) and that includes me, who is just returning! When I first joined in 2005, we used to have seven or eight matches a week. Now, we may have three or four...
Before you sign up! I urge you to ask questions. I'll answer them to the best of my ability. Go ahead and checkout the site if you want. Our most recent shows are listed at the bottom of the page. Monday Night Dynamite is our version of Raw or Nitro. We also just came off of a Pay-per-view called Rain of Terror, so just check it out!
The particular federation that I've been a member of for the past three years is the ICWF (Intense Championship Wrestling Federation). There are countless others, but most shut down in about a couple months or so. This bad boy has been running for 12 YEARS!!! That's right, 12 YEARS!!! We have an archive database that goes back for about ten of those years.
Here's a link to our forum. We had a regular website that is currently be revamped and the forum is temporary. (I hope!)
s10.invisionfree.com/intenchampwresfed
Are all feds/leagues like this one?
No. They aren't. This one uses all original created guys. No WWE characters, or any blatent ripoffs, or any of that stuff. Some run solely based on real life wrestlers. Others post roleplays based on the forums themselves. This one, you submit the RPs (or flashes) via e-mail.
What does a roleplay look like?
A roleplay generally looks like so. You have your guy somewhere, doing something, talking about his plans.
How long does a RP have to be?
As Abe said about how long a man's legs should be, long enough to touch the ground. They should be long enough to get your point across. That's about it.
Can you show me one?
Certainly! Here's one I submitted last week!
==============================================
[So, Flash Flood. we meet again.
This time we are meeting in what appears to be a large
hardware store, like a Lowe's, or maybe it's a Home
Depot. like the one that will host the ICWF World
Title Bout at Rain of Terror, LIVE! MARCH 30th! AND
ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW!!! Anywho, we see two men pushing
around a shopping cart. It's full of. What the hell
does that matter!?!? It's full of spigots, okay. We
see the one man who is actually pushing the cart and
his boyish features, his good looks, his wonderful
brown hair kept neat and trim, his nice blue collared
shirt, his khaki pants, his... Yeah! it's Swanson. The
other man is meandering back and forth looking at all
sorts of equipment. He's wearing a navy blue football
jersey with the name KICK YOUR ASS on the back and the
#51 (oddly the number of Bears legend Dick Butkus).
They are randomly going down the aisles.]
Ryan: So... Sunday, in this very Home Depot... The
ICWF will hold its main event at Rain of Terror. A
three-way...
Sean: You said three-way.
Ryan: Shut up!
Sean: No, you shut u... shinies!!!
[O'Donnell wonders off, leaving the audience to Ryan.]
Ryan: Anyway, a three-way...
Sean: (in the distance) THREE-WAY! HA!
Ryan: ...between Eraser, Spooky Doom, and Frostbite
for the ICWF World Heavyweight Title. Three tremendous
athletes that will be brought to the hub of home
improvement...
Sean: I (farting) hated that show!!! Couldn't see that
damn Wilson's face... Bastard!!!
Ryan: To which they will tear themselves to death with
tack hammers and ceiling fans, kitchen islands and
lawn care equipment. Suffice to say, this will not be
a battle that shows any athletic prowess whatsoever.
As a wise man once said, this sport needs integrity
and professionalism in order to survive.
Sean: Who the hell said that?
Ryan: Jesus, I believe.
Sean: Oh! HE was a cool guy.
Ryan: Yes, he was Sean, yes he was.
THUNKKKKK!!!!!!!
Ryan: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!!
[O'Donnell crashes down into the cart, with a plunger
in hand.]
Sean: You listen here, ICWF! Neil Bonser! And all you
other bastards!!! What you don't realize is this! You
have shown in putting the ICWF World Title up for
grabs in a place like this is that the title and your
show is garbage! A joke! No ICWF Title should be won
here, outside of the Extreme Trophy! A piece of
plastic for garbage wrestling! It is because of this
that we'll wait for all you bastards to come back from
Rain of Terror! Beaten down, and take what's ours! We
will own the ICWF Tag Team titles.
Ryan: Jack Venus... Eraser... We're gunning for you.
Sean: And Satan's Disciples better not get in the damn
way. The same goes for the Jonny Pastrami and whatever
pieces of generic doom and gloom, evil-ass, seven
foot, fat pieces of (scat) he brings into the match
against them! It's sure to be a total (filling)
SNOOZE!!!
[A man in a blaze orange vest walks up to the cart of
the Suicide Kings.]
Man: I'm going to have to ask the two of you gentlemen
to tone it down. You're disturbing the other
customers!
[With that O'Donnell turns and sticks the plunger on
the man's face, pushing and pulling, pushing and
pulling, as if he were trying to rip the man's face
off with the suction.]
Man: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!MY FACE!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: Tone down this you little (snot)!!! Tone down
this!!! Oh, and I try before I buy!!!
[Swanson upon seeing this display can only shake his
head.]
Man: MY FACE!!!!!! I'D LIKE TO KEEP IT!!!!! LORD, SAVE
ME!!!!!!
Ryan: Sean!!!
Sean: Yeah...
Ryan: Let him go...
Man: Oh, oh, thank you... Mister Swanson for saving my
life, I am forever grateful!
[The man in the vest gets up and sprints down the
aisle.]
Sean: Well, THAT was fun...
Ryan: So, did you actually use that earlier?
Sean: I try before I buy, Ryan... Plungers, toilets,
condoms.
[Ryan slaps himself in the forehead.]
Sean: Shotguns, too!
Ryan: So, how are we in a tag team together, again!
Sean: It starts way back... in the
FUUUUUUUUU-TURE!!!!!
Ryan: Right. I was on crack when I signed my ICWF
contract.
Sean: NO! I was on the crack!
Ryan: So, anyway, I think that without the Suicide
Kings, Rain of Terror won't be the same, and with a
garbage match main event. Without the skills of
wrestling god like me... Ryan Swanson, a true
thoroughbred in this sport that a legend calls a "the
sport of kings".
Sean: We'll be ready to beat ass as soon as you guys
come back to Monday Night.
[Ryan and Sean than see something to their right. It's
the man in the orange vest again.]
Man: I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Ryan: It looks like this flash is over.
Man: So, thanks for putting me on TV.
Sean: No problem, kid. Here's your twenty bucks...
Ryan: Dude, we're still on!
Sean: We are?
Ryan: Yes?
Sean: AND ANOTHER THING YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!!! IF I
EVER SEE YOU'RE DOPEY FACE HERE AGAIN, I'LL SLAP THE
PISS RIGHT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!!!!
[The orange vested person just stands there.]
Sean: You... are supposed to run...
Ryan: It's over, dude. Just forget it.
Sean: Yeah, keep it real "orange vest dude".
[Fade out.]
==============================================
That was a roleplay for my tag team called the Suicide Kings. You spruse it up a bit with humor. Others do it with internal dialouge, or violence, and other means.
That looked really hard! How long did it take?
Half an hour! And I can't type! It's not hard at all, and it's an assload of fun.
Do I have to be a wrestling fan?
No! Not at all! We have guys in this league that don't really watch it. We have guys that are, but hate the stuff you see on TV (...like me!)
Why are you posting this now?
Well, we are hurting for talent! We just had four characters go on a break, a couple possibly permenant. We are down to maybe six or seven handlers worth a damn (Handlers are who controls the wrestlers.) and that includes me, who is just returning! When I first joined in 2005, we used to have seven or eight matches a week. Now, we may have three or four...
Before you sign up! I urge you to ask questions. I'll answer them to the best of my ability. Go ahead and checkout the site if you want. Our most recent shows are listed at the bottom of the page. Monday Night Dynamite is our version of Raw or Nitro. We also just came off of a Pay-per-view called Rain of Terror, so just check it out!
