Title: A Rated R DebutRecord 0-0-0 Match:Edge -v- Abyss |Rated R Thoughts| Yep. I’m here. I’m finally here in the WWA. I’ve arrived here in… Dothan, Alabama? Where the fuck is that? Is that place even on the friggin map?! Yeah, I’m in a ladder match on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage. Yeah, Scott Hall and Shawn Michaels, they think they invented ladder matches or something, but it was really E&C who did everything on the friggin ladder. We totally reeked of awesomeness. Yeah, so totally. Not to mention that on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage… damn that’s a mouth full… my lovely lady Lita will be getting a shot at the woman’s title when she faces Melina. Yeah, that’s my vivacious little red head. In fact… if I’m not mistaken there’s the lovely Lita now. Edge: There’s my villainous sex pot Lita! All poised and ready to take the women’s title tonight aren’t you? Lita: You better believe I'm ready to take the Womans title. Melina has nothing on me and Abyss has nothing on you. Edge: I'm going to make sure that IC Championship is good as mine! And then maybe we can go back to our hotel room... and do something... RATED R! Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Record 0-0-0 Match:Edge -v- Abyss |Rated R Thoughts| Yep. I’m here. I’m finally here in the WWA. I’ve arrived here in… Dothan, Alabama? Where the fuck is that? Is that place even on the friggin map?! Yeah, I’m in a ladder match on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage. Yeah, Scott Hall and Shawn Michaels, they think they invented ladder matches or something, but it was really E&C who did everything on the friggin ladder. We totally reeked of awesomeness. Yeah, so totally. Not to mention that on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage… damn that’s a mouth full… my lovely lady Lita will be getting a shot at the woman’s title when she faces Melina. Yeah, that’s my vivacious little red head. In fact… if I’m not mistaken there’s the lovely Lita now. Edge: There’s my villainous sex pot Lita! All poised and ready to take the women’s title tonight aren’t you? Lita: You better believe I'm ready to take the Womans title. Melina has nothing on me and Abyss has nothing on you. Edge: I'm going to make sure that IC Championship is good as mine! And then maybe we can go back to our hotel room... and do something... RATED R! Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Match:Edge -v- Abyss |Rated R Thoughts| Yep. I’m here. I’m finally here in the WWA. I’ve arrived here in… Dothan, Alabama? Where the fuck is that? Is that place even on the friggin map?! Yeah, I’m in a ladder match on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage. Yeah, Scott Hall and Shawn Michaels, they think they invented ladder matches or something, but it was really E&C who did everything on the friggin ladder. We totally reeked of awesomeness. Yeah, so totally. Not to mention that on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage… damn that’s a mouth full… my lovely lady Lita will be getting a shot at the woman’s title when she faces Melina. Yeah, that’s my vivacious little red head. In fact… if I’m not mistaken there’s the lovely Lita now. Edge: There’s my villainous sex pot Lita! All poised and ready to take the women’s title tonight aren’t you? Lita: You better believe I'm ready to take the Womans title. Melina has nothing on me and Abyss has nothing on you. Edge: I'm going to make sure that IC Championship is good as mine! And then maybe we can go back to our hotel room... and do something... RATED R! Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
|Rated R Thoughts| Yep. I’m here. I’m finally here in the WWA. I’ve arrived here in… Dothan, Alabama? Where the fuck is that? Is that place even on the friggin map?! Yeah, I’m in a ladder match on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage. Yeah, Scott Hall and Shawn Michaels, they think they invented ladder matches or something, but it was really E&C who did everything on the friggin ladder. We totally reeked of awesomeness. Yeah, so totally. Not to mention that on Tuesday Night Maximum Carnage… damn that’s a mouth full… my lovely lady Lita will be getting a shot at the woman’s title when she faces Melina. Yeah, that’s my vivacious little red head. In fact… if I’m not mistaken there’s the lovely Lita now. Edge: There’s my villainous sex pot Lita! All poised and ready to take the women’s title tonight aren’t you? Lita: You better believe I'm ready to take the Womans title. Melina has nothing on me and Abyss has nothing on you. Edge: I'm going to make sure that IC Championship is good as mine! And then maybe we can go back to our hotel room... and do something... RATED R! Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: There’s my villainous sex pot Lita! All poised and ready to take the women’s title tonight aren’t you? Lita: You better believe I'm ready to take the Womans title. Melina has nothing on me and Abyss has nothing on you. Edge: I'm going to make sure that IC Championship is good as mine! And then maybe we can go back to our hotel room... and do something... RATED R! Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Lita: You better believe I'm ready to take the Womans title. Melina has nothing on me and Abyss has nothing on you. Edge: I'm going to make sure that IC Championship is good as mine! And then maybe we can go back to our hotel room... and do something... RATED R! Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: I'm going to make sure that IC Championship is good as mine! And then maybe we can go back to our hotel room... and do something... RATED R! Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Lita: Hmm, you know Edge that's a very good idea. But why do it in the hotel room when we can do it on live tv? Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Well... you don't think live sex celebrations are getting rather old and boring? *He wiggled his eyebrows.* Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Lita: How can they get boring when the hottest couple in the world is the ones having them? Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Agreed... then it's settled if you win the Women's Title... and I bring home the WWA IC Gold... we're having ourselves a LIVE SEX CELEBRATION... befitting two Rater R Superstars! Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Lita: I can just see it now our segment will be the highest rated segment of all time and of the entire show. Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: That's because we're the best looking people in the business! Well, Lita... I got to get ready for my match against Abyss... I'll be in the locker room... you know... if you need me. *I give her an exaggerated wink.* Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Lita: Not like you need to get ready for that jobber Abyss. But I am going to go get ready to face Melina for the Womans Title. Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: She's only good for one thing... and it's not that thing you're good at. Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Lita: Hell she isn't even good at that. She is good for absolutely nothing. Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: *I tilt my head back and laugh at her.* See you later babe, can't wait to see you out there tonight. *I turn to go.* |Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
|Rated R Thoughts| So what is there to do in Dothan, Alabama? Where is this place? I think I'll go outside and see what the hell is going on. There aren't too many people milling around out here. What in the hell is there to do... what the fuck is that? Is that a giant... yes... that is a giant peanut on the corner. That is a statue of a giant peanut. What in the hell kind of town is this. I'm really missing the WWE right about now. We had shows in towns like Chicago... and Miami... and fine ladies were always hanging around by the trucks ready to show us a good time. Well none as fine as Lita of course... but what does the plaque under the peanut say. "This statue part of the Peanuts Around Town project" Peanuts around town? You mean there are more of them? Well I guess the WWA is going to start off small, but it would be more entertaining if we could have a show in a big city. Where are we again? I'm bored. I'm freakin' bored. What am I gonna do all night before the show starts? Do these lame ass Dothan Alabama fans even know they are supposed to come to the arena early so they can sit through a rated R promo? I saw Shannon Moore right before I left the WWE... man he's such a fag. Almost as gay as his ass buddy Matt Hardy. Oh, Matt Hardy... dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?! HAHA... okay glad I thought that instead of saying it, because maybe Shannon Moore isn't quite that gay after all. So I should ask the girl in wardrobe what the R on my vest stands for. My name is Edge. Maybe she didn't know that when she made my vest. I hate stupid wardrobe girls anyway. They're always trying to measure my inseam. It's not any different then it was last week sweetheart, and you don't make my pants anyway... yeah that's right. I got these pants at some trendy place Lita shops. Oooooh... is that my ass in that store window. That ass is Rated R... for ravishing. Unlike that... girl over there... Rated R for Repulsive. Ewwww.... People better be fucking glad I don't say half the things I think, because they would be in a world of trouble if I did. I wonder how Jason is doing? I should give him a call. What is that tingling sensation in my pants... oh... my phone's vibrating. I pull out my cell phone, and look at the caller id. It's my friend Mark. He totally reeks of awesomeness too. Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Hey Mark Tremonti what's up? Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Mark Tremonti: Adam! What's goin' on man? Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Nothing. How could there be. I'm in fucking Dothan, Alabama. Did you call to continue or incredibly intense conversation about why Gibson totally kicks the unskilled ass of Paul Reed Smith? You just don't like Les Paul's because you can't spell Henry Juszkiewicz. Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Mark Tremonti: I don't like Les Pauls because they play like shit compared to the PRS, you know this. You've played both, how can you possibly dispute it, man? Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Henry Juszkiewicz. *He paused.* Hey I get to face Abyss tonight! Could PRS make you a finish that looks like a championship belt. It should say EDGE on it. That would be flippin' sweet! Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Mark Tremonti: Paul can make you a finish with anything you want on it. *he paused as well* Well... he does have his limits. I wanted him to make one with a picture of Scott Stapp being beaten with a guitar, but he refused. Something about alienating the fans or something. What the hell do Stapp fans know about guitars anyway? Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Scott who? Look, my match! You got to watch it. You're going to watch right? Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Mark Tremonti: Oh, fuck yeah! You know I'm all over that shit, man. Abyss? You've got him in the bag. I saw him at some TNA shows a few months ago and he's probably the most uncoordinated big man I've ever seen in the ring. Just be careful, man, it looks like he gets pretty sloppy out there sometimes Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Yeah, the last thing I need to do is hurt my neck... or hurt anything for that matter. You don't keep a lovely lady like Lita by being a hurt shmuck! Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Mark Tremonti: Yeah man, you can't be having those live sex celebrations when you can't move your... well.. you know Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: Hey TREMONTI! I'll be myself next time we talk man. Just right now... new place, boring place at that. Big match... lack of friends. It's kind of... well you know I get goofy, and act a little to much like Edge and little less like Adam when I get... *He chuckled* the butterflies. Thanks for the theme music again... and I'll come to Florida and hear the new shit soon. Cool? Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Mark Tremonti: You better get your ass down here soon. One of these new songs, the title we're kicking around right now is Bitch Slap... seems like it might be a candidate for a new theme song for ya. You've had Metalingus for a little while now, might be time for an overhaul soon, something to go along with that Rated R Superstar thing. Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Edge: There you go again Mark. Always looking out for me. Bye man! |Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
|Rated R Thoughts| I hang up my phone. That Tremonti. Such a good guy. Good friend to have. Well, I guess I better get in the arena. I'll be lucky if there are all of 2 fans in there to hear my promo, but hell it'll be Rated R... for Extreme... DOH! Thank God I'm not talking out loud again. END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
END OF ROLEPLAY Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Disclaimer: Copyright © 2006. Ashlee Ikeda. This RP is rated R for Ridiculously Remarkable Roleplay. Steal it and you will face the almighty wrath of the Ikeda Queen. Don't take my Edge layout either. Make your own happy people! Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
Warning: This RP is a complete work of fiction. However, if the storyline is good rest assured you'll be seeing it on the WWE soon. ;)
