Old Line Wrestling

[SCC]

[ The hand of an unseen OLW employee dips into a mailbag, pulling out a long brown envelop. The return address in New Jersey is hand written in the upper corner, but this goes unnoticed by the owner of the hand, as the envelop is torn open and its contents emptied onto a metal tray in what looks to be a media room. A VHS cassette tape marked only with the red letters "SCC" falls out with a crash. The hand pushes the power button on a VCR, shoves in the tape, and flicks on the TV with the remote control. Laying down the remote, the hand retrieves an off-camera bowl of popcorn, bringing it into the shot and placing it on the table as the video rolls.]

FBI WARNING

Federal Law provides severe civil & criminal penalties for the unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or exhibition of motion pictures, video tapes, DVDs, or video discs. Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and many constitute a felony with a maximum penalty of up to 5 years in prison and/or a $250000 fine.

[The unseeing hand plunks some popcorn in the mouth behind camera.]


OUR WARNING


F*** The FBI!!!


[The video cuts from this mocking warning to an "SCC" logo, and some generic funky music that plays as still photos of a lanky african-american pimp, a big biker, and a hobo scroll across the screen. The hand digs back into the envelop, taking out three 8x10 promo shots that are identical to those that were just on the screen. The hand drops the picture, going back to the popcorn, as the cassette begins rolling footage of the hobo, seated, but slumped, and propped up against a brick wall outside what looks to be an ongoing wrestling show. A knocked over styrofoam cup containing a bare amount of loose change and a bindle tucked under the hobo's arm seem to be his only possessions. The camera comes in closer, as if expecting him to speak...]

HOBO: ==SNOOOOORE==

VOICE BEHIND THE CAMERA: Oh, gawddamnit! The foo's asleep! Wake-up!

[The camera shakes, an unsteady hand reaching out to shake him in the video, as the hand with the popcorn munches away in the media room. Looking at the sleeping hobo, he glances down at the picture of this same hobo, dressed in semi-wrestling gear, flexing one flabby arm sporting a goofy three-tooth grin.]

VOICE: We're wastin' video on this, Vic. Here, take this damn camera 'fore all the promo tapes we send out got Jenkins here catnapping.

[The camera is very shaky again, as the still unseen "Vic" takes over the camera, shoddily it should be noted, and the previous camera guy steps into the shot. In contrast to Jenkins, the name of the hobo one can assume, the lanky young african-american man who steps into view is dressed sharply, and clean cut. The pink crush velvet suit with matching hat and shoes make him look smooth, but his next move is anything but as he leans in close to the hobo's ear, careful not to get so close as to touch him.]

YOUNG BLACK MAN: JENKINS!!!

JENKINS: BWARGH!!!

[The hobo is immediately startled into a straight-up sitting position, and the man has taken a step back, also somewhat spooked by the roar let out by the waking hobo.]

YOUNG BLACK MAN: Jenkins, foo', we rollin'!

JENKINS: Aah. Hi ya Jiggy!

YOUNG BLACK MAN: "Ohhh hi Jiggy!" Them's the first words you got to say to the world?

JENKINS: Huh?

YOUNG BLACK MAN: I said we are rollin', dawg. Vic is shooting the promo tape now, an' all you can say is "huh"?

JENKINS: What did you want me to say, Jiggy?

[Jiggy lowers his star-shaped, orange-tinted glasses, and rolls his eyes.]

JIGGY: Say whatever you want!

JENKINS: How about the truth?

JIGGY: Sure. Okay. Don't see why not. Like Martin Luther King Jr, said, "the truth shall set you free!".

JENKINS: Uh, Jiggy, that was the Bible.

JIGGY: What was the Bible?

JENKINS: The quote. "The truth shall set you free." That's from the Bible.

JIGGY: Yeah, but it's a wide-known fact-uology that the Bible robbed it from MLK, too! But get to it. Lay some truth on us, brother!

JENKINS: Truth... well... let's see.... I'm hungry.

[The hand drops some of the popcorn, picking up the remote to turn up the volume slightly, a faint laugh heard at Jenkins remark.]

JIGGY: That ain't what I meant, and what did you do with the money I gave you this morning?

JENKINS: Jiggy, you put three dollars and seven cents in my cup, and took a fiver.

JIGGY: So sue me, I ain't good at math! Numbers ain't my bag.

JENKINS: Is that why Shalonda never charged me in Utica that one, special night?

JIGGY: What? WHAT?

[Jiggy immediately begins kicking at the hobo when he's down.]

JIGGY: Get up! Up! Motha-f***er get UP!

[Jenkins uses the wall to steady himself as Jiggy continues to rain in some weak looking kicks. Side by side, Jiggy the pimp is about half a foot taller, looking down at Jenkins, but the hobo seems to tolerate the cursing and abuse.]

JIGGY: I had Shalonda tricking the upper-east side six nights a week, but she was always bringing in less bacon than the other girlies, always wantig' to sip my wine and hang out at Jiggy's Place, but now I find out she's trippin' and letting scumbags like you go for a free ride?

JENKINS: Hey! I'm not a scumbag!

JIGGY: I can see the scum on your face. Gawd-damn! Adn you're always carrying that damn bag, so hence you're a scumbag!

JENKINS: It's not a bag, it's a bindle. A bag has handles. This is a knot tied around a stick.

JIGGY: [pointing behind the camera] I'll have Vic there tied a knot around you neck if you ever touch one-a-my girlies again, without payment. You know damn well he's done the deed before, why'd you come out and get yo-self in trouble like that?

JENKINS: You said tell the truth, Jiggy. I was just trying to be honest.

JIGGY: Well next time you feel like being that honest, do what I do.

JENKINS: Ok... well what do you do?

JIGGY: Do I have to spell it all out for you in crayon? Draw you a diagram an' shit? Lie, sucka! That's what I do.

JENKINS: Ohhh. So lie.

JIGGY: Yeah. Lie.... the next words outta your mouth better be a lie!

JENKINS: [pointing far off to the left] LOOK OUT! THE COPS!!

[Jiggy immediately hits the deck, slowly inching on his stomach toward a nearby fence for cover. A moment later the camera filming the promo is immediately dropped, landing hand, scrambling the picture into fuzz for a moment before refocusing to the parking lot left of where the promo was being shot. A large, balding, scary looking dude is climbing onto a custom-built Harley-Davidson, peeling rubber and getting the hell out of there. Off camera we hear more shouting.]

JIGGY: WHEEEEEELS!! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!! YOU'RE MY RIDE TO BALTIMORE! HOW THE HELL WE SUPPOSED TO DROP OFF THE PROMO TAPE AT OLW?

[Jiggy picks the camera up off the ground, the observing hand nearly finished the small bowl of popcorn. Jiggy turning toward Jenkins, pointing the camera directly at him.]

JIGGY: Don't do that again, neither. A brotha could have a heart attack having to dodge the cops with that much notice!

JENKINS: Sorry boss, guess I'm not much of a liar.

JIGGY: No, you ain't. So work on it.

JENKINS: So, what are you gonna do with this promo tape? Reshoot it?

JIGGY: Who do I look like? Oliver Stone? Besides, we shot it all in one take. That's raw, fo' sho! I think it sends a good message, don't you Jenkins? We only need one take.

JENKINS: It's like you said when we started this thing. We're Street Credit Crew. We've got to keep it real.

JIGGY: ...... and besides, the eject button is stuck, and I can't zoom out.

JENKINS: Really? Lemme see?

[The camera tilts sideways, looking directly up into Jenkins nostril, as the video fades.]

[The hand eats the last bit of popcorn, and greasy fingers click the TV off. Ejecting the VHS tape, the owner of the hand stands up, his face not visible. VHS tape in hand, the body of the man passes in front of the camera, carelessly tossing the tape by two nearby bins and exits the door. The cassette bounces off a really, really large metal bin marked "REJECTS", falling into a much, much smaller bin marked "HOPEFULS".]

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Handler Info

Name or alias: AJ

Where did you find out about OLW?: Google Search led me to WfWa

Preferred form of contact: AJSanesbury@gmail.com

* - I have bios for each guy, but figured I'd hold off until I was accepted.

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Tag Team Name: Street Credit Crew

Combined Weight: 742 lbs.

Tag Team Theme Song: Gangsta Gangsta Radio Remix - NWA


Gimmick: They are three street-bred guys, who stake a claim as the most street-wise, street-smart team ever assembled. What they lack in in-ring skill, they make up for in real-world experience, which they all think can be carried over to the wrestling business. The SCC can be considered the brainchild and indeed the property of its leader Jizzy Hawkins. Hawkins has teamed up with long-time partner-in-crime Victor E. Wheels to form the heel contigent of the group, but Jenkins, often referred to as 'Hobo' Jenkins, is a face who is played by Jizzy for profit. Jenkins has a good raport with fans, often seen as an underdog to cheer for in singles competition, and sells more merchandise than the SCC combined. Hawkins is the leader, representing the youthful & brash part of the operation, Wheels is the enforcer and powerhouse of the group, and Jenkins, although treated as a tag-along, is generally considered the most sound wrestler of the bunch. Sometimes humorous, other times serious, the Street Credit Crew want OLW to know the street is their turf, and they are bringing the street to a ring near you.

An assortment of riff-raff, loners, street people, drifters, working girls, and underworld types hang with the SCC. Although none are official members of the OLW team, they are seen in video clips or promos shot by the Crew. Many play only a minor role in story or character development, but they help push things along.



Trademark Tandem Moves:

Powerbomb/Top Rope Legdrop - Powerbomb from Wheels followed by a top rope legdrop from Jizzy.

The Big Dizzy - Airplane spin from Jenkins followed up by a big boot from Wheels.

Double Brainbuster - Jenkins/Jiggy hook an opponent for a double-suplex and drop them on their head/neck.


Finisher:

Code Purple - Wheels puts an opponent up for a doomsday device, facing away from the turnbuckle, and Jizzy & Jenkins hit a double bulldog off the top rope.

[SCC]

Accepted or Rejected?

[Jeff]

I'm slow at getting back to applications. Your RP was well good enough to make it in though, so accepted.
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DaDamnJeffMan: go ahead and let the door hit you on the way out... might knock some of the shithead out of you. :-)
rpawhitemike: you are such a noob jeff