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PanterA
11-18-2001, 02:47 PM
JR: "well Paul it's our first night here at RFW Inc. and we've already witnessed the commissioner leave in on a stretcher. What more can happen?

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*The above symbol appears on the 'Tron and the opening chords of Ned's Atomic Dustbin's "Kill Your Television" explode into the arena. Out steps <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> from behind the curtain. As he walks down to the ring, red and gold fireworks explode down the ramp behind him. He steps into the center of the ring and the music dies down.*

PH: "Well JR we're about to find out."

<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>: "Joey Fransico you and your brother beat me like Vinnie Paul beats his snare drum the other night. I'm calling your little faggoty ass out here RIGHT NOW!!!!"

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Appear on the Titan Tron

[Jerry Vale music waves threw the arena as the lights go down. The music fades...POP POP POP like 3 gunshots cut the silence frightening the audience. A flash of fire and suddenly the rampway is lined with fire. Slowly Joey walks towards the ring and stops in the center of the ramp.]

JR: "Business is about to pick up"

Joey: "I thought we knocked some sense into you last week...looks like you're going to need a few more screws knock out of that ugly head of yours!"

[Joey waves to the back and out comes his brother and they both charge the ring]

*Joey slides in first and <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> was ready for him nailing Joey with the microphone causing huge feed back*

JR: "My God did you hear that?"

PH: "I think my dead Uncle Freddie heard that JR"

*Michael slides in right as Joey hits the floor and <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> tries to introduce Michael to the mic but Michael quickly ducks under the punch and runs full speed into the ropes bouncing back and lands a flying forearm smash into <font color=red><b>Codas</b></font> skull.*

JR: "That hit would have decapitated a normal man."

*Joey stumbles back to his feet blood rushing out of his forehead. Together The Fransico Brothers put the boots to <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>*

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appears on the whatley tron

JR: "What's this idiot doing here?"

*Joey and Michael stop kicking <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> as they watch RF Mark charge the ring. He quickly runs past the Fransico Brothers and start kicking <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>.*

JR: "What is he doing?"

PH: "Well it seems to me like he's kicking <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>"

JR: "Yeah but why?"

*The Fransico Brothers look at each other not knowing what to think. RF Mark gestures to them to join the fun in stomping on <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>. The Fransico bother walk toward RF Mark. Michael grabs RF Marks arm and Irish whips him and lands a deadly clothesline. Joey quickly picks up Mark by the hair as Michael climbs to the top rope.*

JR: "What's going on here Paul?"

PH: "I don't know but if its what I think it is Mark is in a lot of trouble!"

*Joey lift Mark over his head and hands him to his brother on the top ropes. Michael hoists Mark high over his head and power bombs from at least 12 feet in the air, he then does a front flip and lands in a standing position right on Marks chest.*

JR: "MY GOD I'VE NEVER WITNESSED ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN ALL MY CAREER IN WRESTLING!!"

PH: "They call that The Cleaner JR."

*The Fransico Brothers Music comes on and they both exit the ring stopping at the top of the ramp, fix there suit and ties and exit the arena.*


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This message was edited by PanterA on 11-18-01 @ 7:02 PM

JustJon
11-18-2001, 06:35 PM
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*The <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> symbol appears on the FezTron and <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> steps out from behind the curtain. He walks down to the ring, red and gold fireworks trailing down the ramp behind him*

*<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> takes the mic and begins to speak...*

So there I am, giving the Fransico Brothers the old face to the boot. I had them, and who should appear, but none other than Marky Mark. He not only has to get into MY match and interfere, but then he has to go and lose it for me. I didn't want you. I didn't need you. And I will pay you back!

But I will leave you with this thought... In the beginning, they make the Prototype, but it never, ever compares to *<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> begins to gesture to himself* the quality of The Finished Product!

*<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> drops the mic to the mat as Live's "Stage" plays over the PA and he walks off*

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RF Godfather
11-19-2001, 07:01 AM
RF MARK PRODUCTION PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" as you or I have known it...<img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif>THE PROTOTYPE<img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif>

__________________________________________________ _____________________________

Overall RP Record: 397-8-7World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles: 89RFW Current Record: 0-0-0RFW Titles Held: Not AvailableRFW Titles Current: Not AvailableNext Board Opponent: <font color=red>CODA</font>
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
[Scene 1: On the WhatleyTron, a GTV surveillance camera is shown inside some sort of office. An aerial view closes in on someone entering the darkened hallway. The person can be positively identified as The Prototype with a neckbrace wearing an Armani black pinstriped suit holding a manila folder with "CONFIDENTIAL" written on it. He stops promptly at a wooden door with a silver plaque that reads: "THE POWER THAT BE" Prototype looks into a hallway mirror adjacent to the entranceway, checks his black hair, fixes his "Millionaire" red shimmering tie and pulls out a trial size bottle of Liz Claiborne's Mambo and sprits it once. He nods at the mirror and turns his attention to the door. He knocks once, no answer. He knocks a second time and a feminine distorted voice is heard.]

JR: What is this? GTV again? Isn't this illegal?

PH: How cares! Let's see what Mark is doing there.

Female Voice: *angrily* Who is it, I'm quite busy right now! You better have a good excuse for bothering me! If not... you're firrreedddd!

RFM: *clears throat* It's The Prototype, hun!

FV: *changes tone* Sorry. Why didn't you say it was you, Joey I mean Markie? I have been expecting you. Come right into my office.

[Scene 2: He turns the knob and enters this said female's office. RFM surveys the spacious area. He notices that the female is facing away from her large O and A desk which has a bowl of chocolate snacks, a RF.Net mug, various papers, some cat ears and a cellphone. She is currently typing on her IMAC computer.]

FV: Have a seat hun. Let me finish this last post on the board. Sheeplovr has written another interesting topic, I must chime in. NOICE! Almost to a thousand like you... hehehee! Gotta send... done!

[Prototype, RFM takes a seat and the camera pans to the female behind the desk. She still has the mask over her blonde locks, sporting a white tube top and a black pistriped miniskir with 6" heels.]

FV: Were you followed?

RFM: No, hun. I wasn't. I made sure I wasn't. *looks around oddly* Do you hear that buzzing noise?!? *She nods no* Oh well. Excuse my bad behavior! *The Prototype gets up from his seat, extends his hand to his female business associate and kisses her delicate hand*

FV: Awww. You are just the sweetest. Anyway, sit, sit hun. We need to talk.

[RFM retreats to his seat.]

FV: Do you have the papers I wanted?

RFM: Yeah, I did. Took a little extra time but I got it. *hands it to her* You'll find out some interesting things about certain individuals within the RFW and some incoming talent. *winks*

FV: Thank you. You rock. *she takes the file and places it in a nearby filing cabinet, then she grabs her piping hot cup of coffee in the RF.Net mug and takes a sip* I needed that. Do you want some coffee?!? I have some brewing right now.

RFM: No, you know I don't drink coffee. I like my tea. *lowers his green tinted glasses and smiles*

FV: I plum forgot. Anyway, have a snack. I insist.

RFM: *takes out a twisted chocolate snack and starts eating it* It's quite good. Thank you, haven't had time to eat since last night. *holds neck with the brace*

FV: Are you ok from yesterday's assault by the Francisco Brothers

JustJon
11-19-2001, 06:22 PM
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*a camera walks through the darkened halways until it reaches a closed door. The camera man's hand reaches down and opens the door. As it opens, the office is revealed to be the same office the Prototype was in earlier. Sitting behind the large desk is <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>, sitting in the woman's chair with his feet up on the desk*

I heard that people were talking about me, so of course I had to tune in. After several minutes of watching Marky Mark preen and wait outside an office, I, like everyone else tuned out. <b>BUT</b> I did find one individual who actually sat through the entire damn thing, and was willing to fill me in...

*A monkey runs into the office and hops up onto the desk. As she jumps up and down, showing off her teeth in a huge smile, she drops a piece of paper.*

Seems Suzanne here was the only thing I could find that survived the entire viewing.

*<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> scans the paper and begins to read from it*

blah blah blah Joey's my secret lover, I'm just using Mark yadda yadda yadda eat me yackity yack no one likes me wah wah I secretly worship <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>, but can't publicly admit it...

*<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> puts the paper down*

Time for the truth, Junior. First, EBW never worked the south east territories. I never, ever wore an EBW jersey because I was always at odds with the management. I was trained in a small wrestling school in Seattle and honed my craft in the bloody rings of Japan. EBW was never on NBC, we were on ESPN. Erik Newberg was never employed by EBW, the backstage interviewer was Pete Zorbec.

But you did get one thing right, <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> always works the main event! I faced Scott E. McMorgan, Steve McMorgan, The Legacy of Pain, Brian Littrel and a myriad of others and I always came out on top!

Well, you want a piece of me, Marky Mark, come try and take it, and you'll see why the Finished Product is always better than the Prototype!

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This message was edited by JustJon on 11-19-01 @ 10:23 PM

PanterA
11-20-2001, 11:43 AM
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apears on the fez-i-tron

[Jerry Vale music waves threw the arena as the lights go down. The music fades...POP POP POP like 3 gunshots cut the silence frightening the audience. A flash of fire and suddenly the rampway is lined with fire. Both Joey and Michael walk out onto the rampway. They walk to the ring not even acknowledge the boos and curses spewing from the audience.]

Joey: "You know Michael, we been sitting in the back..."

[The crowd chants ASSHOLE!]

*Joey and Michael stop to look around at the audiance*

[The crowd gets louder]

Michael: "If you people don't show some respect this could get ugly!"

[Every single person chants ASSHOLE as loud as the can]

*Michael and Joey pull out there .45's and buck a few shot in the air*

[The crowd screams]

Joey: "Now SHUT UP!!"

[The crowd quiets down in fear]

*They put there guns back into there shoulder holsters under there very expensive suit jackets*

Joey: "Now like I was saying. We have been sitting back there watching Coda and Mark bicker back and forth with each other...but never once did either of them mention me or you Michael."

Michael: "Yeah what's dat all about?"

Joey: "I mean who was the ones who beat the crap out of both of them in this very ring?"

Michael: "We were."

Joey: "Who made them look stupid in front of all these people?"

Michael: "I know...it was us."

Joey: "So I guess my final question is, who does Coda, Mark, and every other RFW superstar fear?"

Michael: "The Fransico Brothers!"

*The Fransico Bothers leave ring to there music walk up the ramp, stop at the top of the stage, fix there suit and ties and walk out of the arena*

http://members.aol.com/rnfpantera/rfsig4I crush the rush. I rule you fool.

RF Godfather
11-20-2001, 01:13 PM
THE RF.Net DISCLAIMER
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
This is property of RFM Productions and anything produced herein is subject to copyrights and patents pending. If you are offended by anything, situations, language and the like mentioned below, ignore this roleplay... if not, enjoy. Edited for the fed.
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
RF MARK PRODUCTION PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" as you or I have known it...<img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif><font color=orange>THE PROTOTYPE</font><img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif>

__________________________________________________ _____________________________

Overall RP Record: 397-8-7World Titles:56Miscellaneous Titles: 89RFW Current Record: 0-0-0RFW Titles Held: Not AvailableRFW Titles Current: Not AvailableNext Board Opponent: <font color=red>CODA</font>
__________________________________________________ _____________________________

[RFM with neckbrace and a grey DKNY emsemb is in some sort of fancy French restaurant reading a menu at a hugh table with three empty seats that has a good view of the street. RFM looks around and sees that it is a full house tonight. The Prototype lowers his tinted glasses and looks at his diamond studded BULOVA chronometer. A waiter approaches his table.]

W: *clears throat and pulls out a small notepad and pencil* Excuse me, Mr. Prototype sir, do you want to order?

RFM: *takes his glasses off* Not right now.. ummm... *looks at his tag* Jon. I'll just have another glass of minreal water if you don't mind. I'll order when my three business associates arrive. Thank you.

W: As you wish sir... I'll be back with you in a few minutes.

[RFM nods his head and the waiter disappears from camera view. The Prototype looks at his watch a second time and out of nowhere jumps, Erik Newberg from behind the potted plants with a mic and a camera guy.]

RFM: What is this all about, Ed?!? I told you no interviews! I have a little business meeting here in a few minutes.

EN: Come on, it was an order from Mr. Pochiello that I had to give this interview. If not... I'm fired! Please Proto, ole buddy, ole pal! I got ungrateful kids to feed, send to school, an annoying overweight overbearing wife sitting at home, bills to pay, I'm balding and out of Rogaine... I don't want to go back to that other promotion! Nooo... *grabs RFM's suit as RFM promptly removes his hand and the busy restaurant hears this and looks on confusedly*

RFM: *looks at the crowd and smiles then to Newberg* First of all, never eveer touch me again and secondly I might do the interview before my guests arrive if you would get off the floor and quit groveling, you look like a fat pussy! You're making a scene!

[RFM smiles again at the crowded restaurant and they all return to their respective dinners as Newberg gets back on his feet.]

RFM: So what do you want to ask? You got three questions... time is money... your time... my money. *looks at watch* The clock is ticking.... well...

EN: Alright, this question has just come to me... Who are the "three business associates" you are waiting for?

RFM: *evil laughter* Wouldn't you like to know! As I've said when I arrived... all in due time. THE LEGACY is growing leaps and bounds... *takes a sip of his mineral water and smiles* Next... 2 more...

EN: That was alot of help. Well, *scratches head* what are your thoughts on the Fransico Brothers, the henchmen of our boss and their recent comments?

RFM: Good question for once, E. The Prototype saw the promo that they cut... what do I have to say to them? They came down the aisle and try to scare people with their little

JustJon
11-20-2001, 09:08 PM
*a camera navigates through the backstage of an arena. it glances past a couple doors, until it reaches one, where someone playing electric guitar can be heard within. The door is opened to reveal <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> sitting on a bench in the locker room, playing. He looks up from the instrument and stops playing.*

You know <font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> is everyone's favorite RFW superstar because everyone wants to be mentioned by me.
Well, a couple of other grapplers will get their wishes...

Frick and Frack, you two couldn't get enough of me last Sunday, but don't get too jealous of the beating that Marky Mark will be receiving this Sunday because I'll get back to you two eventually.

And as for Marky Mark, the Test Shot... You dress like James Bond, but we all know you can barely afford Jim Beam. It's amazing how far a New York City Wolex and Armami suit can go. But we all know how close you are to your friends, like your best buddy Erik Newberg, who you conveniently called Ed. But we all know you're full of surprises. You're right, I did ruin your surprise. I showed everyone what an ass clown you really are. Besides, you do that yourself when you magle the english language. "a tad slow on the update"? And you don't have to worry, I won't have to "try and stay away for this one" because I don't need to go rescue your only fan. Poor Suzanne. Now who is going to sit through your interviews, Marky?

And I don't know who Jack or Jon are, but I am Coda, your Hero, the Rock 'n Roll Messiah and the guy who's going to hand you your ass on Sunday.

Now, go put out the fire on your little friend's dress. There is no smoking in the restaurants in this city.

*<font color=red><B>Coda</b></font> plays Suzanne by Weezer on the guitar as the cameraman backs out of the room and the dorr closes...*

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RF Godfather
11-21-2001, 11:43 AM
THE RF.Net DISCLAIMER
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
This is property of RFM Productions and anything produced herein is subject to copyrights and patents pending. If you are offended by anything, situations, language and the like mentioned below, ignore this roleplay... if not, enjoy. Edited for the fed.
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
RF MARK PRODUCTION PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" as you or I have known it...<img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif><font color=blue>THE PROTOTYPE</font><img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif>
__________________________________________________ _____________________________

Overall RP Record: 397-8-7World Titles:56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 0-0-0RFW Titles Held:0-0-0RFW Titles Current:0-0-0Next Board Opponent: <font color=red>CODA</font>
__________________________________________________ _____________________________

[RFM without the neckbrace, wearing a long black leather coat is seen walking alone in a heavily wooded area over the fallen leaves around him and notices ducks moving as one in a nearby small pond. The Prototype puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a plastic bag as he knees down near them.]

RFM: Here you go little fellas. All you can eat. *they all flock towards the breadcrumbs* I wish I was like you guys, just for one day. Such a simple life. Sometimes I feel like I want to just fly away and disappear from this place. *sobs quietly and a small squirrel appears next to his foot* Oh hey little buddy, sorry I haven't been here in a while, I've been doing what I love... I've missed you. *wipes eye as he pets his tail* I got a special gift for you... *pulls out a big chestnut* For you little one! *RFM places the nut in his paws, the squirrel smiles at RFM and then climbs up an old oak tree* Byeee, lil friend! Nice seeing you again.

[RFM continues to stare at the wildlife around him and then decides to sit down at a bench that is nearby the pond. As Prototype tries to relax he gets a phone call. He promptly picks it up.]

RFM: *wipes eye and takes a deep breath* yeah, talk to me! ...really?!? Yeah... Oh I'm in Central Park right now trying to run away from the business of wrestling for a while, get in the proper mindset, not forget who I am and to check my ego at the door... No I don't mind... Trying to keep this quick... we might be bugged... Meet me and bring our other two associates here, I'll give you directions, bring a coat its going to go under 40 tonight, first you...

[Time Elapsed: 4 hours and 20 minutes: It is around 10:23PM and The Prototype is staring at his watch and waiting for his business associates. All of a sudden the darkened silence is broken by footsteps and nearby bushes rustling.]

RFM: Hark, who goes there? Idenitify yourself? You don't want to mess with the Prototype! I know karate!

[A voice is heard.]

?!?: Relax Mark... its only us! Put down the closed fists! You know karate? Since when?

[Three people emerge from the bushes. One is a tall person wearing grey sweats and has some big steel tipped shiny boots, the next one is the masked female from earlier broadcasts wearing a black outfit and next to her is a shorter individual who is just sporting a leather outfit but revealing nothing. He hugs two of these members and he gives a firm handshake to the other one.]

RFM: Come walk with me. *they all start walking with him* I don't know karate. *smiles at his associates* Hey guys. Watch your heads! *pushes a twig over that blocks his view* Welcome to my secret spot in Central Park, only I and and my ex-girlfriend... know where this is, she moved back to France

PanterA
11-21-2001, 02:52 PM
[A small Italian restaurant. An older gentlemen is playing the violin in the corner. There's only 8 people in the restaurant including the staff. The camera pans to a table with 4 well dressed men sitting enjoying huge plates of pasta and healthy glasses of red wine.]

Mr. Pochiello: "I don't care what Frankie tells you, he's a fuckin rat and I want him taken care of. That's that last I'll hear about that piece of garbage. From this day on Frankie liver lips is no longer, you understand me?"

The 3 other guys: "Yes Mr. Pochiello."

MP: "Good, now what's with this il pice sporco di merda Mark? This indesiderabile, disrespectful, speck of a human being claims that RFW will be his?!?! What is he talking about? What kind of a threat is he?"

Michael Fransico: "He's a nothing!"

Joey Fransico: "What Michael means is that we want to take this job personally."

MF: "He called me Mikey!! Nobody calls me Mikey!!"

JF: "Not to mention how he disrespected our mother! That man has a death wish and with your blessing Mr. Pochiello we request permission to contact "The Reaper"!"

MP: "The Reaper? The man without a sole? I would have to cash in quite a few favors but if means the end of RFM then my permission is granted."

Other Man: "And what of Coda?"

MF: "Who?"

JF: "You know...that little pip squeak you and me humiliated de otha night."

MF: "You mean the blonde mop that plays guitar?"

*Joey smacks Michael in the back of the head*

JF: "Yea, you bird brain."

MF: *under his breathe* "un giorno sveglierete con una lama nel vostro cuore "

MP: "What do you think we should do about Coda...X-Dream?"

[The camera rolls around the table to see X-Dream. He's wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt with a suit and tie design on it.]

Dream: "Well let me ask X."

*the other 3 are confused.*

Dream: *turns his head to the right and starts talking to himself* "what do you think X?"

X: *turns his head to the left* "What do you mean stupid, this is what we've been waiting for. 5 long years we've been looking for Coda and now we can finally get our hands on him!"

Dream: *turns his head to the right* "Yeah but what did he do to us?"

X: *turns his head to the left* "What do you mean jackass he's the reason!"

Dream: *turns his head to the right* "Yeah but that was a long time ago"

X: *turns his head to the left* [smacks himself in the face] "Don't start this again, you know how I feel about Coda. If you ruin this I'll make you life a living hell!"

Dream: *turns his head to the right* [under his breathe] "Like it already isn't?"

X: *turns his head to the left* "What was that?!?!"

MP: "hey hey HEY!!"

X-Dream: "We will take care of Coda for you."

X: *turns his head to the left* It will be an honor!" *grins evily*

[The men go back to there food and as the camera pans out they start to discuss "other business". The violin player plays louder as the camera fades to black]

http://members.aol.com/rnfpantera/rfsig4I crush the rush. I rule you fool.

RF Godfather
11-22-2001, 08:19 AM
THE RF.Net DISCLAIMER
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
This is property of RFM Productions and anything produced herein is subject to copyrights and patents pending. If you are offended by anything, situations, language and the like mentioned below, ignore this roleplay... if not, enjoy. Edited for the fed.
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
RF MARK PRODUCTION PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" as you or I have known it...<img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif><font color=blue>THE PROTOTYPE</font><img src=http://fpwf.homestead.com/files/FIRE5.gif>
__________________________________________________ _____________________________

Overall RP Record: 397-8-7World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 0-0-0RFW Titles Held:0-0-0RFW Titles Current:0-0-0First Board Opponent: <font color=red>CODA</font>
__________________________________________________ _____________________________

[The Fezzie-Lo Tron shows a large banquet hall with an enormous table. The table itself has four chairs surrounding it with the turkey at the center with the stuffing, mash potatoes and gravy, multiple pumpkin pies and other numerous traditional Thanksgiving treats. There are many people getting the table set, moping the floor and others trying to be as helpful as possible.]

JR: Wow, that looks like a huge feast!

JL: I love Thanksgiving, JR! I wonder if TooCute cooked everything? It looks delicious.

JR: King, she might have, she's an excellent cook, what I really want to know is, who's Thanksgiving are we are crashing.

[Back to the banquet hall and all the servants suddenly disappear from the room itself and from the wooden duel entranceway emerges Michael Buffer in his trademark tuxedo outfit.]

JR: What the hell? Michael Buffer?

JL: What is that tool doing here?

MB: *taps the mic and pulls out a few cue cards from his breastpocket as he looks at the camera* Laaadddieeess and gentlemennnn, I am pleased to present you a special Thanksgiving treat from THE LEGACY!!!!!! *points to the screen*

JR: What is he talking about, King?

[In the Ron Towelhead Memorial Coliseum, where the RFW event is taken place the lights go out and The Legacy theme music, "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed plays.]

JR: Is the LEGACY in attendance today? They were given the night off by Mr. Pochiello.

[From the entranceway appears alot of unknown individuals wearing official LEGACY jerseys and chef white hats are coming down the aisle carrying huge plates of Thanksgiving food and other members resonate from the other doors of the arena and begin to distribute food to the fans in attendance. A few of them approach the ringside area and leave a huge plateful of turkey, pumpkin pie, etc for JR and The King and they leave as the crowd pops wildly for the gift.]

JR: *camera is facing them now as JR pulls a turkey leg and bites it* This is good. What a bunch of good guys that LEGACY is.

JL: *cuts a piece of pie and takes a bite* I was always a sucker for pie. *winks*

[Back to the banquet hall and Michael Buffer is waiting.]

MB: *still reading from these cards* Now that you are beginning to enjoy a special meal I want to present to you those individuals that made it possible... Thhheee Leeeggaaccccy! *smoke machine turns on covering the doorway* Coming to the banquet hall is... Mystery Woman #2 *ACDC's "TNT" plays a the shortest member of the group emerges with a black mask and comes out in a cute little outfit and stands by a seat* ...nest is Mystery Man #3 *no music just silence as he emerges and stands next to a seat on the opposite side of the first woman* ... "The Power That Be" *Willa Ford's "I Wanna Be B

JustJon
11-22-2001, 06:28 PM
*<font color=red><B>Coda</b></font> is leaving the arena wearing sunglasses, black leather pants, a long crushed velvet purple shirt and black boots.

Erik Newberg runs up to him as he leaves*

Erik: <font color=red><B>Coda</b></font>, care to comment on...

<font color=red><B>Coda</b></font>: Yes, Erik, but I'll make it short. To respond to the Test Shot, yes, I am perfect. To X-Dream, you're one crazy motherfucker. We may not have faced each other too much in EBW, but I'm sure we can do something about that real soon.

*<font color=red><B>Coda</b></font> pushes the mic away and walks out into the night*

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RF Godfather
11-23-2001, 09:17 AM
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Overall RP Record: 397-8-7World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 0-0-0RFW Titles Held:0-0-0RFW Titles Current:0-0-0First Board Opponent: <font color=red>???</font>
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[In the parking lot outside the Nassau Coliseum, a limosine with RFM1 on its license plate pulls up to pick up The Prototype who is staring at his watch with his baggage beside him. As the limos stops, the backdoor opens and out comes a huge Diesel looking individual and pulls out his hand to greet him.]

RFM: *wipes his eye* Does my eyes deceive me? It can't be.... *gives him a huge hug* Budday, haven't seen you in years! What the hell are you doing here?

[A female voice from the limosine is heard.]

FV: It was me, Markie! I brought you your best friend in your indy days. I thought we could always use reinforcements and from the tapes I've seen you two in, you would make a great one two combo, tag team in the RFW! I hope you don't mind... a little Black Friday, after Thanksgiving gift, from THE LEGACY to you!

RFM: Why would I mind, he's like my brother. *smiles* I'm surprised you found him, my faction. He was boozing away somewhere in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada and I lost touch with him. *stares at him* APOCALYPSE, I've missed you! You look as impressive as ever! Have you been working out again? It really shows. You will be a great addition to the evergrowing faction known as THE LEGACY! *looks at the camera* It looks as the RFW will finally meet their untimely end now that the Prototype and the Apocalypse have reunited! The Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end for the RFW! You know what I've been checking the dirtsheets online and I found out that their is some backstage politics going down within the RFW that they are trying to alter my match against Coda and possibly against Pochiello's lackeys the Sparkle Twins, the Fransico Brothers. Hey boss if this is true, we'll take your @$$es on! Come get you some and if you are so afraid that I will trump your power then maybe I'll just do that! *evil smile* I got nothing more to say... let's go Apocalypse and THE LEGACY, we have some business to attend to...

[They all jump into the limo and it speads off into the distance.]

{Transmission ends.}
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Quick rp done do to time contraint.


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JustJon
11-24-2001, 12:02 PM
*We see the outside of a club, as the door opens, loud rock music starts pumping out into the night. <font color=red><B>Coda</b></font> walks out of the club with his arm around a beatiful brunette.*

Erik: <font color=red><B>Coda</b></font>!

<font color=red><B>Coda</b></font>: You again. As you can see, I'm a bit busy...

Erik: But The Prototype says he read on dirt sheets on the Intern...

<font color=red><B>Coda</b></font>: So he's a geek and fraud. Well, I'll give you the real scoop those guys are reporting. <font color=red><B>Coda</b></font> is a guarenteed lock for next week's World Title tournament, since <font color=red><B>Coda</b></font> always works the main event. And the Test Shot is in luck, because they're going to create the RFW Women's Title just for him!

*<font color=red><B>Coda</b></font> and the woman walk away, leaving Erik Newberg mid-question*

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11-24-2001, 12:47 PM
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Overall RP Record: 397-8-7World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 0-0-0RFW Titles Held:0-0-0RFW Titles Current:0-0-0First Board Opponent: <font color=red>???</font>
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[In THE LEGACY Training Center in Greenwich, Connecticut, The Prototype and The Apocalypse are in the center of the ring sparring with one another and all of a sudden RFW interviewer, Erik Newberg runs towards the squared circle. He trips on his way to them and they notice this and laughs.]

RFM: *stops sparring and leans over the top rope and stares at Erik* What the hell do you want now, Erik? We're kinda busy you fool! How did you find this place in the first place?

EN: Well I was just going to...

RFM: Blah, blah, blah... who cares what you are going to say. Let me guess you want me to comment on Coda and his accusations once again, right?

EN: Yeah but...

RFM: Fine let's make this real quick, just like Coda with that transvestite he picked up at the Manhole last night! *Apocalypse laughs* Well, what do I, The Prototype think about what he said once again? Nothing really... I was only reporting the rumors that have been spreading and then he calls me a "geek and a fraud?" Geek, who? Me, hell f*ckin' no b*tch! A fraud, what have I defrauded the public with? Who is the one who was illegally taping me and who has been stealing my moves for years? You, so who is the defrauder and the defraudee in this situation? Hmmm... *points finger in the air* lemme think... ummm... your ass maybe? So if there is any truth to what Coda said about a World Title Tournament next week then it looks as though your Hero, The Prototype will be your next RFW World Heavyweight Champion! Doesn't that have a nice ring to it, Apocalypse? *he nods and lighty claps* THE LEGACY is sooo taking over the RFW! First Coda, The Reaper, the Fransico Brothers and what have you then the gold will be ours... permanently! Also before you HAVE to leave I want to say one thing about the comment that was made by Coda about me and the RFW Women's title... funny aren't you? Hardly, I think it's reserved for you after I utterly embarrass you and out wrestle you in the center of the ring! Sunday, Bloody, Sunday will be the beginning and alongside THE LEGACY and The Apocalypse it will be the end for all opposed! So it is written and so it shall come to pass! All questions will be answered... Hey Newbie... look up!

[EN and the cameraman looks upward and sees the three masked associates lurking above them looking down.]

RFM: ALL QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED! Everything you once knew will never be the same again! Everything you thought you knew, never existed! The time has come for the telos of the essence within THE LEGACY's esoteric meaning! The Triad will be unleashed, RonFez Wrestling, are you ready for the truth? Maybe not, but you will soon understand at Sunday, Blooody, Sunday! So Coda or whoever I will face this Sunday, be prepared cuz it

PanterA
11-24-2001, 01:47 PM
[2:45am somewhere upstate NY]

*Joey and Michael Fransico drive up to an old abandon barn.*

Michael: *wispering* "You sure this is it?"

Joey: *looking at the barn* "Yeah, I'm positive"

Michael: *whispering* "How do you know?"

Joey: "Look" *he points at the side of the barn*

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X-Dream: *Sticking his head out of the back window* "Uhh hey guys, me and X are going to wait here for you to come back."

X: *turns his head to the left* "pussy!"

Dream: *turns head to the right* "I am not! I just don't want to get in the way that's all!"

X: *turns head to the left* "Big fat smelly aaapoooosaahhhh!!!"

[they keep arguing in the car as the Fransico Brothers slowly walk to the barn doors]

*The doors swing open and a deep dark voice calls out*

Voice: "I've been waiting for you....enter!!!!"

Michael: *obviously nervous* "Hey Joey....why don't we come back in the moring....i saw a great hotel about 5 miles back down the road. I'm sure we can get a roo.."

Joey: "Shut up and get in there" *He grabs Michael by the ear and pulls him into the barn with him*

Voice: *evil laugh* "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

*The barn doors slam behind them as they enter*

{camera cuts out}

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