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Quint. One Vs. Hawk Vs. Godzilla Vs. Justin Blast; North American Championship
Topic Started: Apr 4 2006, 09:43 PM (341 Views)
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This is where you are to post your Role Plays pertaining to Lesson in Loyalty. Do remember, these promos and the story you build with them will have an effect on the future direction of your character. Only people directly involved with this match may post here. Any one else will have their post deleted and swifter action may be required. Good luck competitors!
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~Quint Mcain~


Quint is backstage seemingly very excited, he is bouncing up and down like a jack rabbit when Jimmy Jeff Wright is shown in the camera pane.

"Jimmy" Jeff Wright: Excuse me, Quintastic One, it has just been revealed that you will be involved in the North American Championship match at Lesson In Loyalty, what are your feelings on this?

The Quintastic One: Wow! just wow Jimmy. i wasnt expecting this in the least! I figured it was gonna be Tygon and I facing 2 random jobbers for the tag titles at Lesson in Loyalty. Yet instead of that i get one Quintastic opportunity! I wasnt even expecting it and bam! Jack Stantz walks up to me and tells me "Quint, your gonna be fighting for the North American Championship at Lesson in Loyalty!" Wow. This is great! Man, i will NOT let my fans down i gurantee that! I mean, we have Hawk, who i've already beaten twice. We have Mikey Godzilla Craze, who beat me in a very special match at Friday Night Fights. and we have Justin Blast, who probably just scored the quickest win for the North American championship that we will ever see!

Jimmy: So Quint, speaking of being beaten by Godzilla, and never facing Justin Before, and having a record against Hawk, what do you think your chances are?

Quint: Well you see Jimmy, i have alot to prove here at Lesson in Loyalty. I gotta prove that i can beat Mikey Craze, god bless the guy, hes a Quintastic competitor and part of the Quint Clique, but i gotta beat him if im going to win. Hawk, man i have that guys number, and if you notice, every last time i defeat that guy, he comes out and beats the crap out of me being a poor sport and all that crap. While Justin Blast, let me tell you i have respect for that guy, face heel, fan favorite or cheater. But not even the Shining Kid can stop me on my rise to the top baby! Now if you excuse me, the Quint Clique is gonna go swimming in my private PCW Cola Pool! Oh yeah! Booyaka! Quintastic One over and out baby!

end promo. (sorry it was short, i dont have much time, but i will deliver in the future)
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<option>Stats:</option>
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<option>Weight: 164lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option>
<option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: a bunch</option>
<option>Lose: a bunch</option>
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~Godzilla~
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Quintastic is about to leave his interview but he is suddenly stopped when a hand grabs him from behind. Quint spins around clutching a fist untilhe realizes that its none of other than the Product of the 80s himself, Mikey "Godzilla" Craze. Quintastic lets out a sigh of relief as Craze turns his attention to Jimmy-Jeff Wright.

Jimmy-Jeff Wright: What a coincident we were just talking about your match sunday at Lesson of Loyalty. Well since your here what are your thoughts of facing Justin Blast, Hawk, and your own partner the Quintastic One?

Mikey: First off Jimmy I just want to say that you smell terrible. Take a shower or something dude. I mean c'mon Jimmy, you smell like piss. What did you do this morning? Wake up and say bring on the piss. Well guess what somebody brought the piss Jimmy, somebody brought the piss big time. Now back to your question about Lesson of Loyalty. To put it plain and simple its the biggest match in my career. I have a chance to prove myself to these fans and win the North American championship. Then I'm going to bring that title back where it belongs to the PCW fans. Give them a champion they can cheer for and not look at in total disgust like Justin Blast. A man who hasn't even shown up since winning that title. I mean some people call Justin Blast's performance at Deliverance the greatest thing they ever seen. No, no it wasn't. His match that day was worst then Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu. I mean he faced a guy who was more stoned then Cheech and Chong combined. But on April 15th things are going to be alot different.

Jimmy-Jeff Wright: Well obviously you have your opinions about Justin Blast but what about Hawk and the Quintastic One?

Mikey: Hawk? That guy is a loose canon. Worst then Mr. Blonde in Reservoir Dogs. First he comes out and he chokeslams the man next to me right onto the concrete. But a couple of PCW cola's later and he was back to his old Golden Girl wathcing self. Then Hawk says he is going to fight for whats right and all that what not. So I decide to joke around with the guy a little. Now he's back to being a complete asshole. Can I say that on air? Well I didn't hear a beep so I guess I can. What other words can I say? Bitch, bastard, jackass, dumbass, *beep*, *beep*, 69, 71, yodeling in the valley, *beep*, *beep*, *beep*.

Jimmy and Quint just stare at Mikey as more and more profanities pour from his mouth. Finally, Jim steps in and stops Craze's fun.

Jimmy-Jeff Wright: Mikey before we get taken off the air for this can we get your thoughts on the Quintastic One?

Quintastic One: Yeah, tatter, what are your thoughts about me?

Jimmy-Jeff Wright: Tatter?

Quintastic One: I call him tatter dont worry about it.

Mikey: Wait a minute you have never called me tatter until tonight. What you talking about Quint? But anyway my thoughts on the Quintastic One. What I can I say he's my partner, my homeboy, my familia, and my *beep*. Now that shouldn't be cencored I put a "A" and the end of that. He's a great performer even though he hasn't beat me yet. C'mon the guy is one half of the tag team champs with another dog of mine, Tygon. You see this is all a plan by Jack Stantz. Putting me in a match with Quint and Tygon in a match with Twister. He's trying to pull us apart before we can send his empire crumbling beneath him. Well let me tell you something Jack that aint going to happen. The Quint Clique is tight and nothing can pull us apart and I mean nothing. Your Darth Vader and we are the rebels. I'm Han Solo, Quint over here is Luke, Twister is Yoda, and Tygon is Princess Leia. We all know how that movie ends. With the death of a couple midgets and a white guy who sounds like James Earl Jones. But importantly the good overcomes the evil. Thats what we are going to do to you Jack! To prove that me and Quinty over here are still tight. I propose on Friday Night Mayhem me and Quint team up against any jobbers who accepts this challenge. Now excuse me Quint and Mr. Piss over here but, Mikey Craze out!

Suddenly a couple of fine looking women dressed like Madonna and the Bangles take Mikey by the arms and make their exit. Jimmy and Quint just stare at each other wondering what the hell just happened.
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~Justin Blast~
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A roof top shot of the PCW crowd is shown.Fans are going crazy waving there signs of there favorite PCW superstars.The lights dim and the crowd falls in silence.

Jim:Is this who I think it is?

Mike:Justin Blast seems too be in the building for the first time ever since deliverance!

RAISE UP!!! EVERYBODY RAISE UP!!!! The drums begin to blast over the speaker as smoke fills up the entrance ramp.Blast steps out the smoke to the crowds mixed reaction. Thus being absent for quite some time, he receives a couple of cheers wich are drowned out by the chorous of boos he is receiving. He walks slowly down the ramp with his Nort American Title. But surpisingly, there isnt no pyro. Blast walks up too the end of the ramp and reaches the ring where he pauses and then enters. He has no expression on his face. The music dies down in wich is one of his weakest entrances in his career. The lights slowly dims back on.

Jim:I dont know what too say folks. We dont know whats wrong with Justin here tonight..

He walks over too the time keeper and receives a mic. He raises it slowly too his lips and begins too talk. He lets out a few words but then stops. Clearing out his throat, he puts the mic back too his lips and begins too talk.

Justin Blast:So...Here I am...In a PCW ring...."Justin Blast? Are the rumors true? Are you leaving PCW after Lesson In Loyalty?" See, thats all ive been hearing this weekend. Am i leaving PCW...Am i leaving the company that put me on the map..Am i leaving the company that gave me my freedom..Am i leaving the company that made me a legend in the making...Am i leaving...P..C..W? Well, I have an answer to that question. The answer is: YOU FANS CAN KISS MY ASS HAHAHA. See. Ive been too busy partying and celebrating my title win. I dont have time for PCW..I come here when i want! So here I am in PCW giving you my rare appearances and then i find out that im taking on a dinosaur? And not only a dinosaur, but a damn soda freak?
What the hell is PCW cola? Hell, and you ask my why i turned on these fans? When i thought Justin Blast was gonna go to the main event status, I was WRONG! John waylon..You screwed the Shining Kid. But ill be damned if i let you screw Justin Blast. The shining Kid NEVER got a world heavyweight title shot! Here i was expecting Justin Blast too get one. But then you book me against a drug addict? Hell, Who knows, maybe YOU were the one who supplied marcus with the drugs. But waylon its all good. Like the old saying goes: "The slower you take,the longer you'll last". So yea, ill take things slowly. First ever extreme champion, First ever man too defeat hatework, and look here. First ever Canadian too hold an american chamionship. See, I have no respect for you filthy americans wich means i have no respect for this filthy title. I wipe my ass with this title. I use this title as my dogs dish! I walk over this title! This title means a not a damn thing too me! And as much as you loved shining kid, im gonna make you hate justin blast. Im gonna make you scringe whenever my name is mentioned!


Jim: For Petes sake, cut his damn mic off! He's disrespecting the title, he's disrespecting these fans, he's disrespecting waylon, and most of all he's disrespecting the PCW!!

Mike:This is just sick! The things he does with that title is just sick! He just shouoldv'e stayed wherever he was. Hell, I hope the rumors are true! Leave PCW damnit!

Justin Blast gets back on the stick.

Justin Blast: So, now that ive got all that off of my chest, lets talk about these goons im facing. Mikey craze. Better known as godzilla. Who is this guy? I mean c'mon, im Justin Blast.. How can you have me sharing the ring with a weirdo? As much as i hate this filthy country, you CANNOT have him represent you! But hey, its not like I give a damn cuz its not gonna happene! Im gonna kick his ass a lesson in loyalty! Now, Quintastic. Quint Quint Quint. What can i say about you? Does "PCW Cola" give you your powers? Well keep in mind that come lesson in loyalty, PCW cola aint winning you the title. You think a damn drink can stop me? You think a damn dinosaur can stop me? Heh, You think John Waylon can stop me? Waylon, I know your watching.. Read my lips "You cant fire me bucko". Cuz if you do, your losing money.. So starting tonight, Im gonna get the respect that the shining kid NEVER got. Im gonna get the attention the shining kid NEVER got. And starting tonight, im gonna do things the shining kid has NEVER done.

Justin Blast drops the mic. He lays down the North American Championship on the floor and climbs out the ring. He goes under the ring and pulls out a shiny object. The silver shiny object seems too be a flame thrower wich leaves the crowd in aww. The chorus of boos starts pouring in as he ignites it a couple of times as the blue flames shoot from the nose.

Jim:C'mon! What is he planning on doing with that damn thing!?

Mike: He looks like he wants too burn that damn title!! Someone stop this maniac!!

Blast rolls into the ring with a devilish smile on his face. He ignites the flame thrower several times pointing at the belt. He's teasing the fans as he gets closer. He walks over the championship belt several times and then proceeds to spit on it.The flames are ignited tot he full now. Blast points it down at the right corner of the belt.

Jim: NO DAMNIT NO!! DONT DO THIS!

The flames touches the leather as the belt begins too melt. The arena is filled with the smell of burnt leather. The championship is belt is ignited in flames. Suddenly, the arena goes crazy. Out comes Mikey Craze with a fire extinguisher. He wildly puts out the fire that was slowly destroying the North American Championsip. The belt is halfway destroyed and is smoking. Mike craze picks up the belt and looks at it with a concerned look on his face. Blast is in the corner laughing at his dirty work. A concerned look would then turn in too a cold look of hatred as his attention shifts too justin blast. Mikey craze drops the halfway destroyed title and runs towards blast aiming for a spear. Blast avoids as mikey runs into the cold steel. His shoulder makes a sickening thud. Blast runs to the middle of the ring and picks up the Fire extinguisher. The cold powder is blowed into mikeys face thus blinding him. WHAM!! Mikey is a falling victim too the Blast connection. BUT NO! Here comes quint. Quint slides in the ring and chases out the cowardly justin blast. Quint heads over to mikey and observes him. Quintm goes too the middle of the ring and picks up the north american championship. He says something while looking at the disfigured title.

Quint: JUSTIN BLAST DAMN YOU!!! GET BACK HERE YOU SUN OF A BITCH!!!

Blast,who is already at the entrance ramp, replys.

Justin Blast: Quint Quint. Just keep in mind: April 14th, A Lesson Would Be Learned..And Loyalty Would Be Earned.

Justin Blast's music hits as he dissapears behind the curtains.

Jim: That guy makes me sick too my stomach!! DAMN HIM!!

Mike: Im trying too keep my cool here!....Folks, We'll be back after these messages.

The screen fades away with quint looking at the dismantled title.
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~Quint Mcain~


Quint is standing in the ring, looking at the destroyed belt, his hands shaking, he grabs a mic and puts it up to his mouth.

Quint: How dare you.....how dare you tarnish this title Justin Blast.....you honestly think for one second that you will get away with this? *laughs* Listen, you can hate what you want, and hell you can practically DO whatever the hell you want. But your actions have consequences Justin.

Mike: you damn right!

Jerry: Calm yourself Mike, theres nothing we can do, but there is certainly something Quint can do!

Quint: You see, through all your hate, through all your disrespect, there is one force stronger, and that is not PCW Cola. It is love. the love of these fans! That is what will lead to your demise Justin Blast! Through these people, and there will, and there power, I will defeat you Justin Blast.

The fans start going crazy chanting Quint! Quint! Quint!

Quint: I dont care if i have to bite, kick, scratch, smash, cut, or any other verb out there to get my hands on you, hell if all it means is that Mikey Craze becomes North American Champ while i'm beating your skull in, then i will at least be satisfied with that!

The fans get on their feet in appreciation and are blowing the roof off the place.

Quint: What you did here will not go unpunished, you will be DESTROYED by these fans. And i will be their champion. I will do everything in my power to END YOU JUSTIN BLAST! And when it is all said and done, despite Mikeys heart, despite Hawks intensity, despite your hate, only one man will prevail, and that man will be the X rated, Fumigated, Syndicated, Quintated, Quintastic, Quintaccular, Quintible Quint! and that is Just.....Quintastic!

with that Quint drops the mic and leaves to go backstage.

Mike: my god i hope that Quint or Mikey is able to win that championship.

Jerry: At this point i am inclined to agree, ANYONE would be better than Justin Blast.
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<option>Quint Mcain</option>
<option>Stats:</option>
<option>Height: 5’11"</option>
<option>Weight: 164lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option>
<option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: a bunch</option>
<option>Lose: a bunch</option>
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~Quint Mcain~


Quint is seen backstage holding the burnt once glorious North American Championship. He is still shaking with rage.... he looks at the belt and looks at the camera.

Quint: Justin Blast....i will carry on the memory of this belt....i will walk in this this belt in my hands, and i will walk out the North American Champion! until then, this belt is under the Quint Cliques protection, so you wont be able to desecrate it any longer. get it? got it? good!
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<option>Quint Mcain</option>
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<option>Height: 5’11"</option>
<option>Weight: 164lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option>
<option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: a bunch</option>
<option>Lose: a bunch</option>
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~Hawk~


Hawk is seen walking in the back, mouthing something out that the camera microphone can't pick up. Hawk stops, and turns toward the camera, and shakes his head.

Mike: Well, it seems Hawk is feeling regards to the North American Championship just as much as the Quint Clique.

Jerry: If Hawk's the man he says he is, then he should!

Hawk rounds a corner, and stops at a door. The camera looks up, the sign reading: The Quint Clique. Hawk knocks on the door. Hawk turns toward the camera:

Hawk: Never...in my whole life...have I seen a title so hated by one man. Never...in my wildest dreams...would I expect someone to just disregard a championship as it were a piece of toilet paper. NEVER...IN ALL OF THE YEARS IN THIS BUSINESS HAVE I--

Hawk is cut-off by the door opening.

Hawk: Quint, I need to talk to you, can I come in?

Quint is silent for a minute, thinking it over. Then, Quint nods, and Hawk enters. Hawk looks around, and sees Godzilla, Tygon, and Twister sitting on the chairs in the room, looking at the North American Championship.

Quint: What do you want Hawk? After what you've done, I don't know what to expect of you...

Hawk: Quint, listen to me, and listen well. I know what I did to you can't be forgotten yet, but what we really need to focus on is what Justin Blast did to the championship just a minute ago.

Quint nodded.

Quint: Go on...you have my attention.

Hawk: Quint, we've had some trouble in the past, I know that, but man, after what Blast just did with this title *Hawk puts his hand on the plate of the North American Championship*, we need a plan; a plan to put Blast away for good. Now, there's no way I can do this alone, so I need your help.

Quint: Hawk, I don't cheap shot other wrestlers.

Hawk: No, I don't want to cheap shop Blast...I want to get him in the match. However, with you and Craze both trying to fight me as well as Blast, how can that be accomplished? What we need to do is team up, and get Blast--get him out of the match, hurt so bad that he can't possibly wrestle, then we can have a good match. Look, if you love that title as much as I do, and you guys both want it as much as I do, you'll do this, you'll help me.

Hawk sat back in his chair as Quint discussed with Godzilla.

(sorry about the length, i'm in a rush)
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<option>Weight: 300lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Chokeslam, Super Powerbomb</option>
<option>Stable: None</option>
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<option>Win: 2</option>
<option>Lose: 5</option>
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~Hawk~


The camera catches Hawk still in the locker room of The Quint Clique. Quint had not yet given Hawk an answer, and he was getting impatient. Hawk stood:

Hawk: Look, I don't have time for sitting and waiting Quint, I have business I have to take care of. Not any...physical business mind you, but I need to talk to someone.

Quint nodded, along with Mikey Craze and the rest of the Quint Clique. Hawk opened the door, and instantly found who he was looking for, Jerry Taylor. Instantly, Jerry saw Hawk, and walked up to him, motioning for a camera and a microphone. Hawk didn't seem to be in the mood for an interview, but he decided to accept when Jerry said:

Jerry: Hawk uh, mind if I ask you a few questions?

Hawk shook his head, and Jerry smiled, preparing for his first question.

Jerry: First off Hawk, what is your reaction to Justin Blast burning the North American Championship?

Hawk paused, and lowered his head.

Hawk: Well Jerry, yes I do have a reaction to what Blast did. See, I may be trying to beat everyone in the match, but the person I want to get the most, is Justin Blast. Justin betrayed PCW when he burned that title, and he betrayed everything he's ever done, even as Shining Kid. When Justin Blast, was Shining Kid, everything was much more peaceful here in PCW. Now that Shining Kid is gone, and Justin Blast is here, all hell has broken loose! First, we have Blast betraying Marcus, and now, he does the worst thing he could do to this business, he degraded our title. That's right, it's our title, America's title. I don't see why Blast even deserves that title, he has no respect for America, PCW, or that belt.

Jerry: I see, well, next question Hawk. Why is the Quint Clique, holding Justin Blast's title hostage?

Hawk: Well, didn't we explain that earlier? The Quint Clique is holding the North American championship so that Blast can't do anymore damage to it.

Jerry raised the microphone to speak again, but Hawk stopped him. Hawk shook his head in a " I don't have time" kind of a thing. Hawk walked away, leaving Jerry to the Quint Clique's mercy.
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Mikey Craze comes bursting out of the Quint Clique locker carrying a big, black bag. He storms right past Jerry Taylor and gets right in the face of Hawk. The two have a immense staredown before Godzilla finally speaks.

Mikey: Listen, Hawk, I know we haven't seen eye to eye before but right now I need your help. So are you in or are you out.

Hawk: You want my help? Why don't you get one of your Quint Clique "dogs" to help you.

Mikey: Well lets just say that they really didn't agree with my idea. But I know someone like you be more than willing to help me.

Hawk: Why should I?

Mikey: Two words...Justin Blast.

Hawk: You have my attention. Whats the plan?

Mikey: I'll tell you on the way but it involves me, you, and what I have in this bag right here. Were going to go and have a little fun.

Hawk: Now by fun I hope you don't mean watching bad 80s movies and listening to Bruce Springsteen.

Mikey: Trust me it doesn't. Now lets go...

Mikey Craze and Hawk walk off camera to God knows where. The scene fades black as we exit to a commerical break. Monday Night Mayhem returns with Hawk and Craze standing in the parking lot. They are standing next to a really nice looking car with a license plate that reads, BLAST.

Mikey: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children between the ages of 10 and 15. You may be asking yourself why am I and Hawk standing next to Justin Blast's car with his black bag. Hawk if you please.

Hawk walks over to the black bag and pulls out a metal baseball bat. Hawk has a evil smile on his face as he stares at the bat.

Mikey: Oh no! Hawk be careful with that baseball bat near Justin's car. You don't want to slip and "break" something.

Hawk then takes the baseball and uses it to smash the back windshield. Hawk then winds up and begins smashing the trunk putting dents all over it.

Mikey: Whoops, Hawk I told you to be careful look what you done. Now make sure that doesn't happen again or Justin will be angry.

Hawk: I'll try craze but I feel myself slipping again.

Hawk takes the bat and bashes out one of the left rear window and then bashes out the left front window. Hawk then takes a big swing and knocks off the side mirror.

Mikey: Hawk, look what you have done. We can't just leave Blast's car like this. We need to make everything nice and even.

Godzilla then walks over and pulls out another baseball bat from the black bag. Craze winds up and breaks the right rear window and then the right front window. Mikey then hits a homerun with the side mirror. Mikey drops the bat and meets Hawk over on the left side of the car. Hawks throws his bat behind him and grabs a hold of the bottom of Justin's car. Craze as well grabs the the bottom of Blast's car. The two then use their strength and actually manage to roll Justin Blast's car over onto its roof blowing out the front windshield. Mikey and Hawk smile and what they have done but Craze says he isn't done. Godzilla unzips his pants and starts to a piss on Blast's car. Mikey then zips his pants up and goes back to the black bag. Him and Hawk pulls out a American flag and place it over Justin's completley total car.

Hawk: You were right, Mikey, that was alot of fun.

Mikey: I told you it would be. Now lets get the hell out of hear and celebrate with some PCW Cola. Mikey Craze out!

The two exit the parking lot...
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