Vince McMahon
Administrator
WWF Chairman
Posts: 455
From: Greenwich, CT
Height: 6'2
Weight: 240 LBS
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Post by Vince McMahon on Dec 27, 2021 14:54:41 GMT -6
 SINGLES MATCHRIC FLAIR vs. VADER Since returning to the World Wrestling Federation, the self-proclaimed "REAL World Champion" has performed like exactly that and looks to be on a trajectory towards adding a SECOND world title to his collection... the WWF Title! The next man to stand in his way, however, is one of the absolute biggest professional wrestling has to offer! When these two collide in Europe there's bound to be mayhem, tune into the USA Network so you're like Steven Tyler and don't miss a thing! WORD LIMIT: 1000 |
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Big Van Vader
WWF Superstar
IT'S TIME....
Posts: 11
Alignment: Heel
Manager: Harley Race
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Post by Big Van Vader on Dec 29, 2021 0:30:08 GMT -6
*We open with a recap of "Nature Boy" Ric Flair's celebration on New Year's Eve, including his luxurious intro in his stretch limo and his beautiful toast to end the night. A true feel good moment to kick of WWF's New Year.*McMahon: It certainly was an incredible New Year's Raw to ring in 2022 and we are only just getting started here on the European Rampage tour! Lawler: I couldn't believe the atmosphere on New Year's Eve, McMahon, and I almost can't believe the atmosphere here tonight! Heh! McMahon: Wait a second, Jerry... I'm getting word that something is going on backstage... *The camera cuts to the parking lot, where we see the very same limo that Ric Flair rolled up to New Year's Eve Raw in. Suddenly, BIG VAN VADER enters the frame, looking as pissed off as ever and wielding a huge sledgehammer.*  *Vader stalks back and forth, looking like a man unhinged, desperate to prove himself. He slaps the hammer in his hand a few times before addressing the camera.* Vader: My WWF career didn't start out exactly as I wanted it. I didn't win the TV Championship when I should have, and I didn't finish off the so-called "deadman", the Undertaker, when I COULD have. EVERYONE keeps talking like I'm scared and quite frankly it makes me SICK. If I cross paths with that zombie FREAK again, he'll know WHAT TIME IT IS. And tonight, I'm out to PROVE that I'm right where I should be: a league of my OWN. NO ONE IS GOING TO TEAR THIS MASTODON OUT OF A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN! *Vader gets as intense as we've ever seen him.*Vader: Now to YOU, RIC FLAIR! We have history, and I don't like your FLEX... but you just couldn't HELP yourself, couldya!? We traveled across the ocean to be on an entirely different continent and you STILL had to flex your influence and get your luxury limo shipped over here with you? For what!? It's not even REGISTERED over here. You know, we've had a lot of battles in the past and I learned to appreciate what you stood for after a while but this is just too much. You're NOT IMPORTANT RIC. Bring him out, Harley. *Suddenly HARLEY RACE emerges with a man dressed as a limo driver. Harley is holding the driver's arms behind his back as the poor guy attempts to kick his way to freedom, flailing his legs aimlessly through the air. He knows he's in a very dangerous situation.* Harley: Heh... sorry, kid. Vader: Hello, Mr. Limo Man. *The limo driver lets out a yelp in fear before struggling even harder to escape Harley's vice-like hold.*Vader: Calm down, calm down. No one's gonna hurt you... *The limo driver starts to calm down, hoping that the big mountain of a man is telling him the truth.* Vader: ...IF you answer a question. Mr. Limo Man, who is this limo registered to? *The limo driver looks confused... but ultimately fears for his own well being more than the identity of his employer.* Limo Man: ...it... it's Ric Flair's limo, sir. He... he was going to show it off at a car show... Vader: Ha... a car show. *Vader is silent and still, and for a moment the limo driver had to have pondered every decision that lead him to this job, on this night. A breeze is heard rustling through the parking lot in an eerie calm before Vader SNAPS A STRIKE to the poor, poor limo driver's skull. The man goes limp immediately. Vader lifts him up again and slams him into a pillar... once... twice.... three times. He strikes the man, who hopefully is a developmental talent planted in this role, hard on the bridge of the nose, once again breaking it similar to what he did during his match against Well Dunn on New Year's Eve Raw. Harley Race gets a few cheap kicks in while the limo driver is on all fours. With blood streaming down the limo drivers face, Vader picks the man up and slams him directly into the limo's windshield, shattering it.
Vader then picks up the sledgehammer he brought with him and begins destroying the limo. First the headlights, then the side panels, then the mirrors... the doors... the tires...
Finally, he starts the engine and Harley hands him a big brick with some straps around it.* Vader: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR YOUR SMUGNESS, RIC. THIS IS WHAT YOU GET! *Vader leans into the driver's seat and straps the brick to the gas pedal before quickly dodging out of the way. Ric Flair's luxury limousine, shipped over with him to Europe specifically to show off in a car show, drives itself full speed into the side of a production truck.*McMahon: OH MY GOD.... WHAT THE HELL DID THAT MANIAC JUST DO!? Lawler: This isn't good McMahon, this isn't good at all!  *The camera pans back over to Vader and Harley. Harley has his hands on his head, a look full of shock as he half-approaches the wreck Vader just caused. Vader just mean mugs the camera before yelling at it once again.* Vader: IT'S TIME, FLAIR! For you to ONCE AGAIN learn what it feels to go up against BIG VAN VADER. I've done it before and I'm gonna DO IT AGAIN. Flair, TONIGHT I LEAVE YOUR BODY IN EUROPE! *Vader slams both his palms down on the trunk of Flair's limo as the poor limo driver lies in a heap to the side, having rolled to safety. Harley gives Vader a reassuring clap on the back as the two villains make their way off-screen. The scene lingers on the carnage.* McMahon: We... we have to take a break... *The crowd sits in stunned silence as the show fades to commercial...*
(Edited a few times to add punctuation and clear up the meaning of a sentence.)
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Ric Flair
WWF Superstar
WOOOOOOOO!
Posts: 8
From: Charlotte, NC
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 225 lbs.
Alignment: Heel
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Post by Ric Flair on Jan 1, 2022 22:53:15 GMT -6
Every day is a good day when you’re Ric Flair. People adore you, they mob you on the streets, they always pound on your door to get you to endorse their products. Ric Flair doesn’t need to endorse products, not now or ever. This time, after the new year’s episode of Raw where he handily beat some jabron named The Gambler, Ric treated himself to a brand new suit to bring across the pond for his appearance on an English talk show.
The WWF is a big deal in the UK and when they do tours of the continent the crowds are insane, and today is no exception. The amount of people at the gate to meet the stars of the WWF, especially Ric Flair, is ridiculous. As soon as he steps off the jetway he’s mobbed by teenage girls fawning over him and to a bunch of grown men asking for his autograph. He obliges a few of them some posed photos and autographs but when he watches the former elbow the latter out of the way he takes exception. Ric storms forward and shoves the lanky kid back with one hand. The other comes up in an accusatory point.
Ric Flair: NOW YOU LISTEN UP, PUNK. You see this young lady right here, trying to get a picture with the Nature Boy?
The clearly caught off-guard and stunned young punk dumbly nods, shrinking away from Flair and the girl both. Ric takes a firm handful of his shirt and drags him back, practically up onto his tiptoes.
Ric Flair: England is the land of gentlemen, punk! You stand there and you wait your turn like all these fine people, or I’m gonna slap the taste out of your mouth and leave you right here on the ground. You let this fine young lady here get her picture with Ric Flair, you give me this stupid little book to put my name in, you go home and you think about what you wanna get out of life if you’re just hanging around airports waiting for important people. GO BE IMPORTANT YOURSELF, PUNK! WOO!
Of course Ric Flair would cut a promo on some random kid, right? He takes his shades back and poses for a nice polaroid with the girl in question, the standard wrestler with a fan pose, and of course he gives her his hotel and room number for later. He’d stay and romance her a little bit but now he’s behind schedule.
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It’s a morning chat show on the BBC 1, headed by a pair of smiling English hosts whose names really aren’t important. The important thing is that they’re hosting the Nature Boy. The live studio audience applauds them returning from break and the male host gestures to a smiling Ric Flair. The Real World’s Champion holds his Big Gold Belt over one shoulder, of course, but his suit is bright cream-white with a black shirt and red tie. Red pocket square too, of course.
Male UK Host: And welcome back! As many of you know, the World Wrestling Federation is holding shows all over Europe and tonight they will be at the lovely Royal Albert Hall right here in London!
Pause for polite applause, Ric shifting his weight to the other foot and adjusting his sunglasses.
Female UK Host: And today we have for you a special treat, one of the newest and most handsome wrestlers in the WWF, the man who calls himself the “real world champion,” Ric Flair!
Ric breaks into a smile and pulls his glasses off, tucking them into his blazer pocket. He resaddles the belt he claims is the true title on his shoulder and turns his eyes to the female host.
Ric Flair: Woo! That is indeed right, because the WWF World Heavyweight Championship isn’t a TRUE world’s title. How CAN it be? That belt hasn’t been defended in the top international wrestling arenas. It hasn’t been defended at the Budokan. It hasn’t been defended at the Arena Mexico! It hasn’t been defended in front of fifty thousand people in stadiums the world over, like THIS belt.
He hefts it and the female host coos and looks it over, gesturing toward herself.
Female UK Host: May I?
Ric, ever the gentleman, obliges her and sets it right onto her shoulder. It immediately dips and she grunts with surprise.
Female UK Host: Oh blimey, it’s heavy! How many kilos of gold is this?
Ric Flair: Ten pounds of gold, honey, ten pounds! Woo! Forty thousand dollars sits right there on your pretty shoulder, and it’s owned and operated by yours truly. And SPEAKING of the Budokan! VADER!
Right into his promo! Ric Flair’s eyes light up and he points a finger as if talking to nobody in the world except the Mastodon.
Ric Flair: WOO! I ain’t forgotten about you! I ain’t forgotten about the bruises, the lacerations, the chipped teeth! FINALLY they put me up against someone who can hang with the Nature Boy! FINALLY Jack Tunney respects the REAL World’s Champion enough to put him in the ring with a true contender! BIG VAN VADER! WOO! There’s not a time we’ve met in the ring where we didn’t kick seven shades of you-know-what out of each other! Not a TIME that we didn’t end up bloody and bruised! And it makes no difference! London, the Budokan, Chicago, Boise, the results will always be the same! Ric Flair stylin’ and profilin’! Living the life of the dreams, kissing the girls and makin’ em cry! And you, Vader, win or lose, you have my respect! That’s the rarest jewel of all, pal, and you’d better keep it by giving me everything you’ve got in London tonight! WOOOO~!
After the show Ric shares a few stories with the lady he shared the screen with, and, well, they share stories over dinner too. Just part of the life of Ric Flair.
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