Post by .jhardy on Aug 29, 2007 2:20:22 GMT -5
Hey I just want you to comment and rate the Rp I done for WWE Uncensored.
I Rp'd as Shannon Moore by the way
Title: Back to the Past
(Kind of making this up as I go along I have no clue what North Carolina looks like I’ve never even been out of Sydney Australia besides going to Bathurst lol. This was just trying to get more into Shannon’s background and all which I partially made up. )
So this is what it felt like to be a winner. Shannon had to admit he was a bit excited to be apart of WWEU. Ever since he first began wrestling, he'd always dreamed of making it big in the WWE. He always imagined himself along the likes of The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Triple H, and the Undertaker performing in front of thousands of loyal WWE fans a week. He'd always dreamed of wearing the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, showing that he was just as tough as the rest of them. And though he had a few accomplishments in his career, it wasn't anything to brag about. Anything at all. Since WCW to Smackdown, Shannon Moore has been caught in the shadows, always overlooked when it came to deciding who was worthy enough for a title shot. He's sat idly by on the sidelines while he watched his longtime friends and fellow superstars Matt Hardy and Jeff Hardy rip up the tag division in the WWF. He'd had to bite his tongue and try to ignore the fact that the very same man he used to be stable mates with, Gregory Helms was also the same man who became one of the longest reigning champions in Smackdown! history. It seemed everyone of his friends were moving up, while he slowly drifted along, living from paycheck to paycheck, dreading the pink slip he was soon bound to receive. Having been fed up with all the frustration, he'd just up and quit, figuring this wasn't the job for him.
He'd went back home to North Carolina, catching up with friends and family. But soon, his old interest caught up with him. He longed for the glare of the lights on national television. He longed for the thousands of fans, filling up the sold-out arenas all over the country just to see the superstars put on a memorable show. He missed being out on the road several times a week, visiting cities he'd never dreamed of going to. He missed wrestling. So, with a phone call to WWE Headquarters, he'd gotten the opportunity of a lifetime. Return to the WWE, but this time on the RAW brand. When Shannon learned of what brand he'd be going to, he was ecstatic. Knowing of the long and storied history of ECW, built on the very backs of legendary warriors like Tommy Dreamer, The Sandman, Sabu, Raven and countless others, he was eager to prove that he was more than just another low-card wrestler, jobbing to opponents on a weekly basis. He wanted to be the ultimate underdog and rise to the top of WWEU and for the first time in his career, become a World champion. And after his win last week over five other men, two being former World champions, Shannon Moore is more than eager to show the world that hard work, dedication and perserverance was more than enough to make him a legend in the making.
The scene opens up in the small town of Whispering Pines. It’s just like any other town in North Carolina. Settled with a friendly atmosphere. A place where everyone knows the other by a first name basis. That sort of thing. You’re taken onto the scene of an old-fashioned looking street, lined with many small buildings. An old Greyhound bus pulls around a corner and stops at a bus stop where an elderly man in suspenders is seated on the bench. The bus pulls to a stop and the door opens. Out steps Shannon Moore dressed in a gray “Punked Out” T-shirt along with tattered blue jeans. On his head is a black beanie, concealing his long, messy hair and slung over his shoulder is a black carrying bag. As he steps off the bus, he moves to the side to let the elderly man pass, but instead he stops and peers at Shannon. Shannon thingys an eyebrow at the man as the man appears to be sizing him up.
Shannon Moore:
You just gonna’ stand there gawking, or would you like to take a picture?
The elderly man chuckles, reaching into his front shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of eyeglasses. He puts them on and immediately becomes recognizable to Shannon as he feels a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The old man realizes that Shannon recognizes him as he extends a hand. Shannon readily shakes it, pulling the man into a one armed hug. As they pull away, Shannon just stands there and can’t help admiring him. He’d known the man since his childhood days, when he, Matt and Jeff would run amuck around town and how the man would lure them to his house with promises of sweets. They would clean up his yard, whitewash his fence and fix small things around his house. Their reward: a bunch of sweets and a cup of hot chocolate, foaming at the top was whipped cream. Despite the elderly man’s lectures about cavities, Shannon always demanded a mountain of whipped cream on top of his. Then, they would sit cross-legged, sipping on their cocoa and listen to the man tell stories of his old days in the wrestling business. He was one of the reasons the three boys were inspired to become wrestlers and a secret part of Shannon always had thanked the man for this. And now here he was, several years later. Older, balder, but a bit wiser. Finally, the elderly man speaks up to break the silence.
Thompson:
Well, look what the wind blew in. It’s been a long time, boy.
Shannon smirks.
Shannon Moore:
Old man Thompson, haven’t seen you since me and Jeff trashed your yard on Halloween.
Thompson:
Ah yes, I remember that well. I also remember hearing the whipping you boys got from about a mile away for that too.
Shannon Moore:
Well, if you hadn’t turned us in…
Thompson:
Now what kind of guardian would I have been if I didn’t make sure you boys got the appropriate amount of discipline. You three turned out just fine.
Shannon Moore:
True. So, where you headed?
Thompson:
To the pharmacist. Have to get a refill on my medications. God, I hate taking those pills.
Shannon Moore:
Well, good luck with that alright? If I stick around for a while, I’ll swing by the house for sweets and cookies.
Thompson:
I’ll take you up on that offer.
Shannon Moore:
Sounds good. See ya’ around, old man.
Shannon turns to walk off, but the man grabs him by the shoulder, a look of concern in his faded blue eyes.
Thompson:
I’ve been keeping up with you kids for a while now. I saw your match on television.
Shannon Moore:
Yeah, that was tough. I was seriously outmatched in that one. But as always, I pulled through.
Thompson:
Yeah, this time. Now, I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t concerned. I don’t get what’s wrong with you kids today. Back in my day, we wrestled good meaningful matches. Nowadays, you kids are walking around with chairs and canes, beating the hell out of each other on a regular basis.
Shannon Moore:
Well, things are different now. ECW is where it’s at. You said you say my match last week and I handled myself well. It’s only a matter of time before I get a shot at that World title.
Thompson:
Look, Shannon. You’ve come a long way and I’m proud of you. But don’t get caught up in the bright lights and women. Remember what I taught you boys.
Shannon gives the man a friendly pat on the back.
Shannon Moore:
Don’t worry old man. I’m still humble. Now, you should get on to the pharmacist. You know how crazy you act when you don’t take your medicine.
Thompson:
Alright, alright. Remember what I told ya’, boy.
Shannon Moore:
I will. Now get goin’, old man.
Shannon helps Thompson up the few steps onto the bus. Then, he stands back and lets the door close. As the bus slowly pulls away, Shannon stands on the sidewalk waving after it. It was good to see him again, and it helped Shannon remember his reasons for being a wrestler again. Now, with a little more zest, Shannon strolls down the sidewalk, having to dodge the teen that rolled by on a skateboard or rollerblades every now and them. He remembered when he used to be the one, shredding the sidewalks and having a blast. Finally, he reaches his destination. The name of the building could be read clearly from where Shannon was standing. “Gas Chamber Ink”, ye’ old tattoo parlor. Shannon smirked to himself. So many good...and bad memories. Peering in through the window, he spots his old running buddies and can’t help but feel that twinge of excitement. He takes a deep breath, exhales and pulls open the door and enters the shop. Now, this wasn’t an ordinary, old school tattoo parlor. The Gas Chamber had a more modern look to it. Black and white checkered floors. The walls painted a royal purple, matching the black trimming on everything else. Against the wall were vending and soda machines for your eating pleasure in case you wanted to chow down before going under the needle. A rest area to sit back and relax. The works. Off to his left was the receptionist desk where he spotted his friend. The guy fit in perfectly, dressed in casual attire of a sleeveless black shirt along with tattered blue jean shorts. His body was his canvas, as he had many a tattoo around his neck, shoulders and upper back areas. He turned to smile as Shannon approached the desk, setting his duffel bag down on the counter, grateful for the relief of pressure on his shoulder. Then, he slaps hands with the guy, doing some kind of unique handshake.
Shannon Moore:
Long time no see, Daniel.
Daniel:
Well, look who came crawling back. Little Shannon Moore. Well, not so little anymore.
Shannon Moore:
That’s right. I’m big, bad and always ready to kick some ass.
Daniel:
Yeah right, the little Shannon I knew wasn’t big, bad or even capable of kicking ass.
Shannon
Moore: Well, things change. You should know that.
Daniel:
Yeah, yeah, don’t get all philosophical on me. Hey, Chris! Look who’s back!
Daniel yells across the shop to a guy with short, dark curly hair who was in the middle of applying a tattoo to the small of a young woman’s back. He stops and looks up. When he spots Shannon, he gets a big goofy grin on his face.
Chris:
Yo’, Shanny!
Shannon makes his way towards him, slapping him on the back. Then, he pulls up a chair and sits next to him as Chris continues with the tattoo.
Chris:
Never thought I’d see you around here again. I mean, after you went all prime time, I’d expect you to be living it up in Las Vegas or something.
Shannon Moore:
I’m a long ways away from living it up, trust me.
Chris:
So you’re not partying like a rockstar every night?
Shannon Moore:
No time. We’re always on the move. Besides, there are more important things to be worried about.
Chris laughs and yells to Daniel, “You hear that?” as Daniel just laughs. Shannon can’t help but grin himself.
Shannon Moore:
Seriously guys, priority changes after a while.
Chris:
Don’t tell me little fun Shanny is starting to grow up. Don’t get all old and boring on me, man.
Shannon Moore:
Oh, don’t worry. I’m still fun-loving. I’m just a bit older, wiser, and better looking.
The steady hum of the needle now seems to be louder as a brief silence follows. Chris shrugs his shoulders, not taking his attention off of the tattoo. Shannon begins observing it and realizes that it catches his eye. It appears to be someone’s face and as Shannon leans in closer, he recognizes the person. It’s himself. Chris notices the look of amazement on Shannon’s face.
Chris:
Don’t look so surprised. You’re a star around here. A real hometown hero.
Shannon Moore:
Am I really?
Voice: Of course.
Chris pauses momentarily to let the young woman who spoke sit up. Shannon begins to instantly blush as he recognizes some of her features. Long, curly blonde hair. Soft, blue eyes that crinkle at the corners when she smiled. The dimples in both cheeks. It was his old high school sweetheart. She giggles as she sees the look on his face.
Alisha:
What? Not happy to see me?
Shannon Moore:
Oh, I’m definitely happy to see you. Just a bit surprised. You’ve gotten…sorta’…
Chris:
Hot?
Alisha playfully punches him in the shoulder.
Chris:
Hey! It was a joke. Remember, I’m still doing your tattoo.
Shannon Moore:
Chris is right. You’re beautiful.
Alisha:
Aw…thanks, Shannon. Nice to know you still care about me a little.
Shannon Moore:
I never stopped caring…
They share a brief, uncomfortable moment of silence before Daniel clears his throat loudly.
Daniel:
So, I’ve been checking you out on the Sci-Fi network. Nice job last week against those muscleheads.
Chris:
Yeah, you’re giving us little guys a good name.
Shannon shrugs.
Shannon Moore:
Well, half the time they were so busy comparing who’s muscles were bigger, they hardly paid any attention to me. That’s how I was able to pull off the win and become #1 Contender.
Daniel laughs and the steady hum of the needle resumes as Chris finishes up on Alisha. Shannon leans back in his chair and relaxes. It felt good to return home, return to his roots and remember where it all started. Thompson had planted the seed, which helped Shannon to grow into the great wrestler that he was today. Now, all he had to do was stick to what got him to the big dance in the first place. And that was staying dedicated to his career. It was more than just a job, it was his life and he intended to give his all day in and day out. Perhaps his next match would matter even more as he would be facing off with a WWE Legend, Bret Hart. Hart had been on a rampage the last few weeks and maybe Shannon was just the person who could cool him down a bit. Or at least Shannon would get battered trying. Either way, he planned to come out on top in this match. And if he didn’t, he’d make sure to leave his mark. Which was letting everyone in WWEU know that Shannon Moore was here to stay, and that he would succeed no matter what.
End Rp
I Rp'd as Shannon Moore by the way
Title: Back to the Past
(Kind of making this up as I go along I have no clue what North Carolina looks like I’ve never even been out of Sydney Australia besides going to Bathurst lol. This was just trying to get more into Shannon’s background and all which I partially made up. )
So this is what it felt like to be a winner. Shannon had to admit he was a bit excited to be apart of WWEU. Ever since he first began wrestling, he'd always dreamed of making it big in the WWE. He always imagined himself along the likes of The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Triple H, and the Undertaker performing in front of thousands of loyal WWE fans a week. He'd always dreamed of wearing the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, showing that he was just as tough as the rest of them. And though he had a few accomplishments in his career, it wasn't anything to brag about. Anything at all. Since WCW to Smackdown, Shannon Moore has been caught in the shadows, always overlooked when it came to deciding who was worthy enough for a title shot. He's sat idly by on the sidelines while he watched his longtime friends and fellow superstars Matt Hardy and Jeff Hardy rip up the tag division in the WWF. He'd had to bite his tongue and try to ignore the fact that the very same man he used to be stable mates with, Gregory Helms was also the same man who became one of the longest reigning champions in Smackdown! history. It seemed everyone of his friends were moving up, while he slowly drifted along, living from paycheck to paycheck, dreading the pink slip he was soon bound to receive. Having been fed up with all the frustration, he'd just up and quit, figuring this wasn't the job for him.
He'd went back home to North Carolina, catching up with friends and family. But soon, his old interest caught up with him. He longed for the glare of the lights on national television. He longed for the thousands of fans, filling up the sold-out arenas all over the country just to see the superstars put on a memorable show. He missed being out on the road several times a week, visiting cities he'd never dreamed of going to. He missed wrestling. So, with a phone call to WWE Headquarters, he'd gotten the opportunity of a lifetime. Return to the WWE, but this time on the RAW brand. When Shannon learned of what brand he'd be going to, he was ecstatic. Knowing of the long and storied history of ECW, built on the very backs of legendary warriors like Tommy Dreamer, The Sandman, Sabu, Raven and countless others, he was eager to prove that he was more than just another low-card wrestler, jobbing to opponents on a weekly basis. He wanted to be the ultimate underdog and rise to the top of WWEU and for the first time in his career, become a World champion. And after his win last week over five other men, two being former World champions, Shannon Moore is more than eager to show the world that hard work, dedication and perserverance was more than enough to make him a legend in the making.
The scene opens up in the small town of Whispering Pines. It’s just like any other town in North Carolina. Settled with a friendly atmosphere. A place where everyone knows the other by a first name basis. That sort of thing. You’re taken onto the scene of an old-fashioned looking street, lined with many small buildings. An old Greyhound bus pulls around a corner and stops at a bus stop where an elderly man in suspenders is seated on the bench. The bus pulls to a stop and the door opens. Out steps Shannon Moore dressed in a gray “Punked Out” T-shirt along with tattered blue jeans. On his head is a black beanie, concealing his long, messy hair and slung over his shoulder is a black carrying bag. As he steps off the bus, he moves to the side to let the elderly man pass, but instead he stops and peers at Shannon. Shannon thingys an eyebrow at the man as the man appears to be sizing him up.
Shannon Moore:
You just gonna’ stand there gawking, or would you like to take a picture?
The elderly man chuckles, reaching into his front shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of eyeglasses. He puts them on and immediately becomes recognizable to Shannon as he feels a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The old man realizes that Shannon recognizes him as he extends a hand. Shannon readily shakes it, pulling the man into a one armed hug. As they pull away, Shannon just stands there and can’t help admiring him. He’d known the man since his childhood days, when he, Matt and Jeff would run amuck around town and how the man would lure them to his house with promises of sweets. They would clean up his yard, whitewash his fence and fix small things around his house. Their reward: a bunch of sweets and a cup of hot chocolate, foaming at the top was whipped cream. Despite the elderly man’s lectures about cavities, Shannon always demanded a mountain of whipped cream on top of his. Then, they would sit cross-legged, sipping on their cocoa and listen to the man tell stories of his old days in the wrestling business. He was one of the reasons the three boys were inspired to become wrestlers and a secret part of Shannon always had thanked the man for this. And now here he was, several years later. Older, balder, but a bit wiser. Finally, the elderly man speaks up to break the silence.
Thompson:
Well, look what the wind blew in. It’s been a long time, boy.
Shannon smirks.
Shannon Moore:
Old man Thompson, haven’t seen you since me and Jeff trashed your yard on Halloween.
Thompson:
Ah yes, I remember that well. I also remember hearing the whipping you boys got from about a mile away for that too.
Shannon Moore:
Well, if you hadn’t turned us in…
Thompson:
Now what kind of guardian would I have been if I didn’t make sure you boys got the appropriate amount of discipline. You three turned out just fine.
Shannon Moore:
True. So, where you headed?
Thompson:
To the pharmacist. Have to get a refill on my medications. God, I hate taking those pills.
Shannon Moore:
Well, good luck with that alright? If I stick around for a while, I’ll swing by the house for sweets and cookies.
Thompson:
I’ll take you up on that offer.
Shannon Moore:
Sounds good. See ya’ around, old man.
Shannon turns to walk off, but the man grabs him by the shoulder, a look of concern in his faded blue eyes.
Thompson:
I’ve been keeping up with you kids for a while now. I saw your match on television.
Shannon Moore:
Yeah, that was tough. I was seriously outmatched in that one. But as always, I pulled through.
Thompson:
Yeah, this time. Now, I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t concerned. I don’t get what’s wrong with you kids today. Back in my day, we wrestled good meaningful matches. Nowadays, you kids are walking around with chairs and canes, beating the hell out of each other on a regular basis.
Shannon Moore:
Well, things are different now. ECW is where it’s at. You said you say my match last week and I handled myself well. It’s only a matter of time before I get a shot at that World title.
Thompson:
Look, Shannon. You’ve come a long way and I’m proud of you. But don’t get caught up in the bright lights and women. Remember what I taught you boys.
Shannon gives the man a friendly pat on the back.
Shannon Moore:
Don’t worry old man. I’m still humble. Now, you should get on to the pharmacist. You know how crazy you act when you don’t take your medicine.
Thompson:
Alright, alright. Remember what I told ya’, boy.
Shannon Moore:
I will. Now get goin’, old man.
Shannon helps Thompson up the few steps onto the bus. Then, he stands back and lets the door close. As the bus slowly pulls away, Shannon stands on the sidewalk waving after it. It was good to see him again, and it helped Shannon remember his reasons for being a wrestler again. Now, with a little more zest, Shannon strolls down the sidewalk, having to dodge the teen that rolled by on a skateboard or rollerblades every now and them. He remembered when he used to be the one, shredding the sidewalks and having a blast. Finally, he reaches his destination. The name of the building could be read clearly from where Shannon was standing. “Gas Chamber Ink”, ye’ old tattoo parlor. Shannon smirked to himself. So many good...and bad memories. Peering in through the window, he spots his old running buddies and can’t help but feel that twinge of excitement. He takes a deep breath, exhales and pulls open the door and enters the shop. Now, this wasn’t an ordinary, old school tattoo parlor. The Gas Chamber had a more modern look to it. Black and white checkered floors. The walls painted a royal purple, matching the black trimming on everything else. Against the wall were vending and soda machines for your eating pleasure in case you wanted to chow down before going under the needle. A rest area to sit back and relax. The works. Off to his left was the receptionist desk where he spotted his friend. The guy fit in perfectly, dressed in casual attire of a sleeveless black shirt along with tattered blue jean shorts. His body was his canvas, as he had many a tattoo around his neck, shoulders and upper back areas. He turned to smile as Shannon approached the desk, setting his duffel bag down on the counter, grateful for the relief of pressure on his shoulder. Then, he slaps hands with the guy, doing some kind of unique handshake.
Shannon Moore:
Long time no see, Daniel.
Daniel:
Well, look who came crawling back. Little Shannon Moore. Well, not so little anymore.
Shannon Moore:
That’s right. I’m big, bad and always ready to kick some ass.
Daniel:
Yeah right, the little Shannon I knew wasn’t big, bad or even capable of kicking ass.
Shannon
Moore: Well, things change. You should know that.
Daniel:
Yeah, yeah, don’t get all philosophical on me. Hey, Chris! Look who’s back!
Daniel yells across the shop to a guy with short, dark curly hair who was in the middle of applying a tattoo to the small of a young woman’s back. He stops and looks up. When he spots Shannon, he gets a big goofy grin on his face.
Chris:
Yo’, Shanny!
Shannon makes his way towards him, slapping him on the back. Then, he pulls up a chair and sits next to him as Chris continues with the tattoo.
Chris:
Never thought I’d see you around here again. I mean, after you went all prime time, I’d expect you to be living it up in Las Vegas or something.
Shannon Moore:
I’m a long ways away from living it up, trust me.
Chris:
So you’re not partying like a rockstar every night?
Shannon Moore:
No time. We’re always on the move. Besides, there are more important things to be worried about.
Chris laughs and yells to Daniel, “You hear that?” as Daniel just laughs. Shannon can’t help but grin himself.
Shannon Moore:
Seriously guys, priority changes after a while.
Chris:
Don’t tell me little fun Shanny is starting to grow up. Don’t get all old and boring on me, man.
Shannon Moore:
Oh, don’t worry. I’m still fun-loving. I’m just a bit older, wiser, and better looking.
The steady hum of the needle now seems to be louder as a brief silence follows. Chris shrugs his shoulders, not taking his attention off of the tattoo. Shannon begins observing it and realizes that it catches his eye. It appears to be someone’s face and as Shannon leans in closer, he recognizes the person. It’s himself. Chris notices the look of amazement on Shannon’s face.
Chris:
Don’t look so surprised. You’re a star around here. A real hometown hero.
Shannon Moore:
Am I really?
Voice: Of course.
Chris pauses momentarily to let the young woman who spoke sit up. Shannon begins to instantly blush as he recognizes some of her features. Long, curly blonde hair. Soft, blue eyes that crinkle at the corners when she smiled. The dimples in both cheeks. It was his old high school sweetheart. She giggles as she sees the look on his face.
Alisha:
What? Not happy to see me?
Shannon Moore:
Oh, I’m definitely happy to see you. Just a bit surprised. You’ve gotten…sorta’…
Chris:
Hot?
Alisha playfully punches him in the shoulder.
Chris:
Hey! It was a joke. Remember, I’m still doing your tattoo.
Shannon Moore:
Chris is right. You’re beautiful.
Alisha:
Aw…thanks, Shannon. Nice to know you still care about me a little.
Shannon Moore:
I never stopped caring…
They share a brief, uncomfortable moment of silence before Daniel clears his throat loudly.
Daniel:
So, I’ve been checking you out on the Sci-Fi network. Nice job last week against those muscleheads.
Chris:
Yeah, you’re giving us little guys a good name.
Shannon shrugs.
Shannon Moore:
Well, half the time they were so busy comparing who’s muscles were bigger, they hardly paid any attention to me. That’s how I was able to pull off the win and become #1 Contender.
Daniel laughs and the steady hum of the needle resumes as Chris finishes up on Alisha. Shannon leans back in his chair and relaxes. It felt good to return home, return to his roots and remember where it all started. Thompson had planted the seed, which helped Shannon to grow into the great wrestler that he was today. Now, all he had to do was stick to what got him to the big dance in the first place. And that was staying dedicated to his career. It was more than just a job, it was his life and he intended to give his all day in and day out. Perhaps his next match would matter even more as he would be facing off with a WWE Legend, Bret Hart. Hart had been on a rampage the last few weeks and maybe Shannon was just the person who could cool him down a bit. Or at least Shannon would get battered trying. Either way, he planned to come out on top in this match. And if he didn’t, he’d make sure to leave his mark. Which was letting everyone in WWEU know that Shannon Moore was here to stay, and that he would succeed no matter what.
End Rp