RF Godfather
11-26-2001, 07:52 AM
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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.
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THE LEGACY PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" as you or I have known it...<font color=blue><img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif>THE PROTOTYPE</font><img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif>
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Overall RP Record: 397-8-8World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 0-0-1RFW Titles Held: Not AvailableRFW Titles Current: Not AvailableNext Board Opponent(s): <font color=red> Joey Fransico</font>
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JR: The night after Sunday, Bloody, Sunday... it was something to behold, I'll tell ya, King. *looks at the camera* Alot of intrigue and alot of questions... still unresolved.... This is what happened earlier today...
[The Fezzie-Lo Tron displays a scene where a private helicopter with LEGACY written on it lands at the local NYC airport. The RFW cameraman walks up to the helicopter as the wings slowly come to a screeching hault. The helicopter doors open and the first one out of it is the 6'11 Apocalypse with a patch covering his left eye. He stands on guard looking around if the coast is clear and signals for the next person to come out. The Prototype emerges slowly from the helicopter, obviously limping from last night yet smiling with a piece of paper in his right hand. THE LEGACY's private limosine suddenly appears from the opposite side of the screen. The back door opens up and "The Power The Be" gets out of the limo and greets them both. RFM kisses her delicate hand and bows to her.]
MW: It's good to see you are in good spirits since last night.
RFM: I'm feeling better hun. I can't wait for the world to finally witness THE TRUTH ABOUT THE LEGACY!
Apocalypse: Someone's gonna pay for my eye! They'll pay alright! *pounds fist into his other hand*
RFM: All in good time mon frer... all in good time... shall we?!? Ladies, first.
MW: Thank you kiddo. Such a gentleman.
[They all get in the limo and it speeds away into the distance as the clip ends.]
JR: They're scheduled to be here tonight according to Commisher Bobby "The Blaze" Washington.
JL: They better be! I wanna know who these mystery ladies are! It better not be The Retarded Lavern and Shirley or Superpatty! I want to see... PUPPIES! *cheap pop*
[After about an hour and a half no sign of THE LEGACY in the arena until the lights turn off.]
JR: What the...? Is it the LEGACY?!?
["Down with the SICKNESS" by Disturbed is pumped through the PA system as Prototype RFM in a Gucci suit appears on the rampway and starts limping down towards the ring, hi-fiving the crowd on the way down to a thunderous pop. He grabs a mic from the ring announcer and paces back and forth in the ring.]
RFM: It's great to be back here in my home away from home... right here in New York City!
JL: Cheap pop!
RFM: Now then I want to comment on last night before I unravel the mystery of THE LEGACY! Well you all saw what went down last night at Sunday, Bloody, Sunday... a screwjob the likes my estranged dad has never seen before.... before I comment further I want to bring out my boy... *points a la Scott Hall to the rampway* THE APOCALYPSE!
[A solid pop is echoed as the lights go
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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.
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
THE LEGACY PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" as you or I have known it...<font color=blue><img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif>THE PROTOTYPE</font><img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif>
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Overall RP Record: 397-8-8World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 0-0-1RFW Titles Held: Not AvailableRFW Titles Current: Not AvailableNext Board Opponent(s): <font color=red> Joey Fransico</font>
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JR: The night after Sunday, Bloody, Sunday... it was something to behold, I'll tell ya, King. *looks at the camera* Alot of intrigue and alot of questions... still unresolved.... This is what happened earlier today...
[The Fezzie-Lo Tron displays a scene where a private helicopter with LEGACY written on it lands at the local NYC airport. The RFW cameraman walks up to the helicopter as the wings slowly come to a screeching hault. The helicopter doors open and the first one out of it is the 6'11 Apocalypse with a patch covering his left eye. He stands on guard looking around if the coast is clear and signals for the next person to come out. The Prototype emerges slowly from the helicopter, obviously limping from last night yet smiling with a piece of paper in his right hand. THE LEGACY's private limosine suddenly appears from the opposite side of the screen. The back door opens up and "The Power The Be" gets out of the limo and greets them both. RFM kisses her delicate hand and bows to her.]
MW: It's good to see you are in good spirits since last night.
RFM: I'm feeling better hun. I can't wait for the world to finally witness THE TRUTH ABOUT THE LEGACY!
Apocalypse: Someone's gonna pay for my eye! They'll pay alright! *pounds fist into his other hand*
RFM: All in good time mon frer... all in good time... shall we?!? Ladies, first.
MW: Thank you kiddo. Such a gentleman.
[They all get in the limo and it speeds away into the distance as the clip ends.]
JR: They're scheduled to be here tonight according to Commisher Bobby "The Blaze" Washington.
JL: They better be! I wanna know who these mystery ladies are! It better not be The Retarded Lavern and Shirley or Superpatty! I want to see... PUPPIES! *cheap pop*
[After about an hour and a half no sign of THE LEGACY in the arena until the lights turn off.]
JR: What the...? Is it the LEGACY?!?
["Down with the SICKNESS" by Disturbed is pumped through the PA system as Prototype RFM in a Gucci suit appears on the rampway and starts limping down towards the ring, hi-fiving the crowd on the way down to a thunderous pop. He grabs a mic from the ring announcer and paces back and forth in the ring.]
RFM: It's great to be back here in my home away from home... right here in New York City!
JL: Cheap pop!
RFM: Now then I want to comment on last night before I unravel the mystery of THE LEGACY! Well you all saw what went down last night at Sunday, Bloody, Sunday... a screwjob the likes my estranged dad has never seen before.... before I comment further I want to bring out my boy... *points a la Scott Hall to the rampway* THE APOCALYPSE!
[A solid pop is echoed as the lights go