Chaos Supreme 08/21/2016

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Chaos Supreme 08/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 22, 2016 6:36 am



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Jim Jackson: "And here we are with the dark match of the evening, Boy Bakla shall be taking on Maximus Orgasmus."

Brad Blood: "Oh this will be interesting, a tranny versus a porn star..."

Alice Aoi: "The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines, The Transsexual Superstar... BOY BAKLA!"

Cher's "Believe" start playing on the loud speakers as PINK lights start to flash above the entrance ramp. A light mist is released from the ground carrying the scent of lavender as the transsexual wrestler Boy Bakla leaps out from the back wearing a pink tank top and pink hot pants. She casually strolls down the entrance ramp blowing kisses to her fans before it enters the ring with flourish and heads to her corner waiting for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi: "And her opponent for the evening, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 223 pounds, hailing from Fucking, Austria, Max-O... MAXIMUS ORGASMUS!"

"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye starts playing on the speakers as steam rises from the top of the entrance ramp... Dancing out seductively, Maximus Orgasmus grinds his way down the entrance ramp and into the ring.

Alice Aoi: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell! Both wrestlers lock arms and engage on a grappling contest... It looks pretty even, despite her size, Boy Bakla is pretty strong..."

Brad Blood: "Of course IT is, Bakla is still a man first despite the operation in Thailand."

Jim Jackson: "Maximus Orgasmus suddenly disengages! He starts wiping his ear! It seems that Boy Bakla licked and nibbled at Orgasmus' ear! Maximus starts complaining to the ref but there is no rule against licking or nibbling! Boy Bakla sneaks up from behind and rolls him up!"

Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Three!"

Jim Jackson: "And Bakla snatches up a quick victory!"

Brad Blood: "I can't believe the idiot fell for that!"

Alice Aoi: "The winner of the match via pinfall, The Transsexual Superstar... BOY BAKLA!"

Jim Jackson: "Maximus Orgasmus is complaining to the ref but the winner has already been announced! Bakla blows kisses towards a visibly irked Maximus as she makes her way up the ramp."

Brad Blood: "Man, that was embarrassing for Maximus..."








Jim Jackson: "Good evening and welcome to another edition of Chaos Supreme, the flagship show of Ring of Chaos. We have a great show for everyone this evening, including a great main event where Tyler Norton will be defending his RoC Chaos Title against Cartwright! Joining me at ringside today is none other than my partner in crime Brad Blood."

Brad Blood: "Thanks for the intro Jimbo. Let's cut this intro short and get the ball rolling."

Jim Jackson: "As you wish Brad... IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






“Ultra Numb” by Blue Stahli blasts over the arena as Alexander Melchiott steps out from the back with an ugly look on his face. Melchiott walks down to the ring before slapping the ring steps. Grabbing a microphone, Melchiott rolls into the ring before walking to the ropes and looking towards the back. Leaning on the ropes, Melchiott gives a sneer before beginning to speak.

Alexander Melchiott: "Enough is enough! I am so damn tired of listening to everyone in this organization! Maybe I am a disgrace, but so what? I get results, and that's what I'll be looking for from now on. Yes, I lost to Entropy, but how fucking big of a man is he? It's always a challenge for David when it comes to fighting Goliath."

Melchiott begins tapping his foot as he speaks, clearly very agitated by the results of his recent matches.

Alexander Melchiott: "So here's what's going to happen; I have two title shots in my possession. Yeah, you all forgot about that, didn't you? I was granted a title shot of my choosing that could be cashed in whenever I want. This was given to me as a result of my VICTORY in the Elimination Chamber. Oh, by the way, Tyler Norton was in that match and lost... I'm just sayin'."

Giving a shrug, Melchiott's expression quickly returns to a nasty look.

Alexander Melchiott: "Let's not waste anymore time getting to my point. I've beaten a lot of the people in this organization who want to act like big shots. My pedigree is a mile long, and yet everyone here thinks that they can make a cheap name and promo off of my back. Well, that will end soon. I have a World Championship rematch for whenever I want it, and I'll cash that in on MY time. However, first I would like to use my other championship match to challenge a certain asshole of an old man who thinks that he can take shots at me when he LOST to me in a triple threat. That's right! I'm calling out Thaddeus Rex!"

The crowd murmurs to themselves as Melchiott expression finally changes to a smile.

Alexander Melchiott: "Rex, it is all so adorable when a filthy mutt barks and growls from behind its fence. You want to call me a disgrace of a champion? When have you and Nicolas Dorn defended the belts against someone of my caliber? That's right, never. Well, now I'm cashing in my title shot on you and that senile joke that you call a partner. I'm challenging you for the Ring of Chaos Tag Team Championship."

After running a hand through his bangs, Melchiott continues to speak.

Alexander Melchiott: "My tag team partner for this Championship match will be revealed when he accompanies me to the ring, and not a moment before! You don't need to know who it is. And as for Cecilia Christiansen's little crew, Erika Sonozaki and Lexi Thorne will just have to wait their turn. I'm not dealing with any of the bullshit, so there will NOT be a match to determine the number one contenders and there will NOT be a triple threat. I was rewarded my title shot long before they won theirs by defeating some low-end wrestlers. This will be a match between you old morons and me and my partner, and no one else! You can't change what has already been decided, and this decision will spell the end of you're title reign. Who'll be the disgrace now? Have fun cleaning the egg off of your ugly face."

Rolling out of the ring, Melchiott is stopped at the ramp by a ring hand who tries to take the microphone away from him. Melchiott pushes the man away, stating "I'm probably going to be interrupted before I can make it backstage because these people are all disrespectful assholes. Now get out of my face.".


"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers as Thaddeus Rex comes out from the back, the arena erupts in cheers to much of the chagrin of Alexander Melchiott.

Thaddeus Rex: "Alexander Alexander Alexander... Oh how we miss your little rants, your little tantrums... Though I cannot blame you for I have been down that road before."

Alexander looks like he is about to respond but T-Rex interrupts him.

Thaddeus Rex: "Before I address your demands let me say one little thing... First of all you are a terrible... A horrible champion."

The crowd cheers in agreement at T-Rex's statement.

Thaddeus Rex: "You sat on the world title for the longest time and from where I am sitting, where the locker room is sitting, you didn't add any value to the world title. In fact, you devalued that prestigious belt. That being said, you demand a tag title match against The Immortals, but you forget, Erika Sonozaki and Lexi Thorne both are also in line for a title shot, so tell you what... I will grant your request for a title shot, only to prove that you are not all you advertise... IF! That's right, if you can get Ms. Sonozaki and Ms. Thorne to agree to let you take a step back in the line and let you through first. If you can manage to get their consent, then by all means, me and Nicolas Dorn... We'll be ready for you and whoever you pick as your partner."

With that T-Rex's music begins to play once more as Thaddeus Rex disappears into the tunnel leaving Alexander Melchiott alone and angry in the ring.






The scene opens on two cloaked figures sitting mostly in the dark, illuminated only by three dancing flames atop white candles. The cloth of the table is deep purple with black, elegant designs spreading through it as if it were woven by a spider. One of the figures is holding a chicken leg, gnawing into the meat, as the other sips on a glass of wine. The figures sipping on wine speaks and their voice is known to be that of Yuki Monotomo.

Yuki Monotomo: "Ray, I'm glad you had me over, really I am, but are the cloaks a necessity? I mean, I'd be fine with the candlelit KFC for dinner, but there are rather odd the say the least."

Ray puts down his chicken and dabs a napkin against his mouth from his lap before placing it back.

Ray Kamaura: "Yuki, don't you understand? The invisible beavers requested this be our banquet whilst under the flames of fire. It's a symbol of what will happen to our foes in our upcoming match. Our opponents are to baked and fried with eleven herbs and spices. Oh! And our dessert will be pudding with vanilla wafers on top! A fitting end to the meal and our foes, will you agree? I am the storm and I have a plan."

Ray leans closer on the table over his plate of chicken, beckoning Yuki to come closer as well. After Yuki obliges, and Ray fills his partner in on the plan after laughing maniacally.

Ray Kamaura: "I-I don't have a plan! My plan is no plan. The fact that I do not have a plan is simply the greatest plan of all! How do you plan for no plan? You don't! It's as simple as that! You cannot account for random downpours at sea, no you simply cannot! It's an excellent plan, one for the ages!"

The giant picks a rubber chicken off the ground and squawks it once before picking another up, and another, and another. He pushes them all together for one long, loud, unholy-sounding squawk. He shudders before taking another bite of chicken and placing them back on the floor.

Ray Kamaura: "You see now? Doesn't it make much more sense? We, we are here alone. Random chance is a planned event, you can account on the unaccountable, luck is a skill. Everything makes a lot more sense. I lost because I was letting random chance take hold. You need to make your luck, yes, yes you do. So, so I had to find a way to make myself become the storm. I AM THE STORM! It's like shooting at a craps table, you gotta stop rolling seven some time, and when that happens, you gotta learn how to roll it every time! By throwing myself into the lion's pit with Alexander 2 weeks ago, I have found my path!"

Ray Kamaura: "Prayer to gods will not make any difference. They won't even know it, in fact, we won't even know that they don't even know that we don't even know it. Make sense? It should. That is the glorious plan of the storm. Some people , they'd uh, they'd call me crazy, me, crazy! That's, that's crazy in its own sense, isn't it? But it isn't crazy, and yet, it is. Because I make my own fate, fate cannot know where I am or what I will do. What say you, friend?"


Yuki exhales deeply after placing his wine glass down.

Yuki Monotomo: "You want to know what I think? I think that you've gone off the deep end. You're the storm? What does that even mean? Do we really need to wear these robes? And is the goat really necess-"

Yuki is cut off my Ray's fist slamming on the table. The camera spins to a small goat chained in the corner, chewing on some hay.

Ray Kamaura: "OF COURSE THE GOAT IS NECESSARY! THE GOAT IS ESSENTIAL!"

The camera spins back around to Ray's face out from under the cloak and beet red. He takes a deep breath and puts his hood back on calmly. He motions his hand for Yuki to continue.

Yuki Monotomo: "Okay. Also I don't know if Cam needs to be wearing the cloak. It's kind of covering the view, but it's not like the lighting in here would let me see much anyway."

Camerella Videoh: "Sexual harassment."

Yuki Monotomo: "I know, sweetheart, I just don't care. Anyhow, what exactly do you mean? That we'll win this on our own skill, no God of Chaos will take that away? I already planned on fighting on my own might and winning. What happened to the old Ray I knew? The one who always trained to overcome odds and become the best? Old Ray didn't blame things happening to him on fate, or prayer, or the doings of some god. Johnny Fortune gets in a couple good punches and suddenly it's some god at work? Old Ray wouldn't work to stop a god. Old Ray would own that shit. Old Ray worked his ass off to get everything he had and knew it was all him. We trained side by side, day in and day out."

Yuki Monotomo: "We were like brothers! We worked together to get to the top! When you left, I was alone. I was champion when my contract expired, you know. I could have renewed it, but what was the point? Every match I won, every title I took, every woman I bed, it was all empty. It's lonely at the top where none can reach you. You were a challenge, my equal. When you vanished after your injury, I blamed myself. I find you, and you've become a husk of who you were. What happened to Ray the Great? We've got Ray the Storm now? Who are you now?"


The Japanese man chugs the rest of the wine in his glass and wiggles it at Cam, asking for a refill.

Ray Kamaura: "Ray the Great died in the match where he lost it all. The Rayward Son was born as soon as I left the hospital. The Rayward Son died when his title was lost. I am a cycle. All things come to an end, every end is a beginning, every beginning is an end. Ray the Great, The Rayward Son, titles are meaningless. I am Ray Kamaura. I AM THE STORM! I am every win, I am every loss. Japan All-Star was too easy, that's why I left after I recovered! The Ring of Chaos, CHAOS! Don't you understand? Everyone here are chaos' chief subjects. He wants us here and he doesn't want people to fight back. Do you, do you think that you are here by chance? No!"

Ray Kamaura: "It's a, a whirlpool of chaos. One part gets pulled down and the others follow. I was pulled by sailing too closely to the Kraken's cove. The tentacles whipped out and tried to drag my ship within. But, I became the storm! I became the one who would fight the Kraken! Your ship was to find my scuttled vessel, ya scallywag! Yar, it be Captain Ray's vessel that became the one to battle with the beast! I made myself rise above the head of the mighty Kraken while the others drown in Davy Jones' Locker! Yes! It be time! Where be me bird?"


Ray looks frantically around before reaching down and grabbing one of the rubber chickens. He puts the bird on his shoulder and makes a hook out of his fingers.

Ray Kamaura: "Ah ha! Me bird, me first mate, an' me cabin girl be all here! Yar har fiddle-dee dee!"

Ray begins dancing in a circle and Yuki removes his robe and sets it on the chair behind him.

Yuki Monotomo: "Alright, Cam, we're leaving Captain Storm here and I'm going to the gym. Go edit the video."

Camerella Videoh: "Yes, Mr. Monotomo."

The camera pans down and before it shuts off the last thing heard is Ray.

Ray Kamaura: "Fires dance! The chickens cooked! Eleven herbs AND spices! Pudding! DON'T FORGET THE WAFERS!"






The scene opens backstage where we see Joe Jobber looking around for his partner The Masked Moron.

Joe Jobber: "Where the heck did he go? Maybe it's a mistake to ask him to get some supplies while I was running late... Then again I am short on athletic tape..."

Joe continued on looking for his partner...

Just then a dark shadow looms over Joe Jobber. Before Joe can react something springs out from the dark!

The Masked Moron: "SURPRISE!!!"

Joe Jobber jumped with a start. It took a moment for him to calm down...

Joe Jobber: "Dammit! I said SUPPLIES not SURPRISE!"

Joe Jobber shakes his head but at least he now found his missing partner...

Joe Jobber: "Sigh... Nevermind, c'mon let's go, our match is about to start!"

Both men walk away as the scene fades.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 08/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 22, 2016 6:58 am



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Jim Jackson:  "And here it is, our first match of the evening, we have the team of Ray Kamaura and Yuki Monotomo going against 2Kool4Skool."

Brad Blood:  "Ray and Yuki have history together, whether they'll be able to rekindle that history or not, we'll find out tonight."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, with a combined weight of 420 pounds, the team of Joe Jobber and The Masked Moron...  2KOOL4SKOOL!"

Fountain of Wayne's "Too Cool For School" starts playing on the speakers as Joe Jobber and The Masked Moron springs forth from the back.  With Joe Jobber leading the way, The Masked Moron follows as both wrestlers enter the ring and waits for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, with a combined weight of 521 pounds, the team of RAY KAMAURA AND YUKI MONOTOMO!"

"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as darkness over takes the arena. A single light shines down on Ray Kamaura, as he stands majestically in the center of the ramp. The lights raises and Then quickly lower again as the song changes to "The Night" by Disturbed The music plays as Ray Kamaura slowly walks down the ramp, cloaked in his black shroud. Approaching the ring Ray leaps onto the apron, dropping his cloak, as the Music hard cuts back to "Carry on My Wayward Son". Ray again Leaps over the ropes, and with a third leap, he stand upon the turnbuckle soaking in the atmosphere around him.

"Dragons" by Stratovarius sounds on the loudspeakers as fire shoots along the ramp.  Yuki begins his walk down the ramp while Cam follows him behind.  He points at a couple girls in the crowd and blows them kisses before Cam pushes him toward the ring for him to enter.


Alice Aoi:  "The referee for this match is Jack B. Nimble.  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "There's the bell!  Joe Jobber and Ray Kamaura will be starting off for their respective teams.  Jobber charges in and starts throwing big punches trying to bring down the big man."

Brad Blood:  "Ray seems unaffected and kicks Joe sending the smaller man flying into the corner.  Joe leaps to the top turnbuckle and leaps!  Flying double axe handle."

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura gets his arms up to block but the blow makes him stagger a back a bit!  Joe Jobber leaps to the ropes, springboard dropkick!  Ray is sent back a bit but quickly takes Jobber down with a stiff lariat.  Kamaura hooks the leg."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "Joe kicks out of that one but Ray sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip.  Jobber bounces back...  And ducks the clothesline attempt!  Joe goes to the ropes, Ray turns around..."

Jim Jackson:  "Springboard hurricanrana takes the big man down!  Joe Jobber hits a leg drop and tags in his partner!  The Masked Moron leaps to the top of the turnbuckles and poses.  He then sings out...

The Masked Moron:  "I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!  I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKY~!"

Jim Jackson:  "He then leaps up in the air and lands on his opponent executing a delusional I Believe I Can Fly!"

Brad Blood:  "OOOH!  The Masked Moron hits his finisher right off the bat on Ray!  What a move!  Looks like fighting in different organizations out of RoC really paid off!  Moron for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Jim Jackson:  "Yuki Monotomo sneaks in for the save!  The referee gives Yuki a warning and forces him back out in the apron.  Ray Kamaura tries to shake off the effects of The Masked Moron's finisher but our resident superhero is already on the ropes...  Springboard corkscrew crossbody!"

Brad Blood:  "Both shoulders are down again!  The referee starts counting."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura barely got his shoulder up!  Ray seems to be having trouble against The Masked Moron here...  Kamaura tries to crawl towards his partner...  The Masked Moron pulls on Ray's leg!"

Brad Blood:  "Whoa!  Ray with a Pele kick from out of nowhere rocks The Masked Moron!  He leaps and gets the tag!  Yuki Monotomo enters the ring and hits a discus clothesline on Moron!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Masked Moron hits the ground but somehow springs back up to his feet!  Enzuigiri connects while Yuki Monotomo was showboating.  Yuki staggers into the ropes.  The Masked Moron quickly uses the momentum to roll Yuki up!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Yuki kicks out!  He grabs The Masked Moron's mask and twists it out of place covering Moron's eyes!  The Masked Moron swings around blindly and accidentally knocks the referee down!"

Jim Jackson:  "Wait what's Yuki Monotomo doing now?  He's bringing out a...  Mask?!  He puts it on and...  It looks like a horrible replica mask of Joe Jobber?!!"

Brad Blood:  "The Masked Moron fixes his own mask and looks at the disguised Yuki in confusion!  Oh don't tell me that actually worked!"

Jim Jackson:  "Looks like it did!  And now Yuki Monotomo is instructing The Masked Moron to leave the ring!  Joe Jobber is screaming in their corner telling his partner that the other Joe Jobber is a fake."

Brad Blood:  "The Masked Moron doesn't know who to believe!  Both Jobbers are trying to convince him that they are the real Joe Jobber!  Wait!  Yuki Jobber just dropkicked the real Joe Jobber off the apron!  He's screaming for The Masked Moron to run away like the wind!"

Jim Jackson:  "That couldn't possibly..."

Brad Blood:  "THE MASKED MORON BELIEVED HIM AND RAN OUT OF THE RING, UP THE RAMP AND INTO THE BACK!  The crowd face palms in disbelief!"

Crowd:  "DOH!"

Jim Jackson:  "Joe Jobber climbs back up into the apron, unaware he is without a partner...  Yuki Monotomo grabs him and throws him into the ring!  Jobber rolls back to his feet...  Yuki sweeps Joe's leg out from under Joe and wretches his left arm under Jobber's neck with the elbow over the Adam's apple...  WHITE DRAGON HOLD!  WHITE DRAGON HOLD!"

Brad Blood:  "The ref is just regaining consciousness...  AND HE SEES JOE JOBBER TAPPING!  It's over!  He's calling for the bell!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission, the team of RAY KAMAURA AND YUKI MONOTOMO!"

Jim Jackson:  "The crowd boo loudly at the way Yuki Monotomo won the match..."

Brad Blood:  "Well they can boo all they want but Yuki and Ray has the victory on this one.  A brilliant strategy by Yuki if I may add."






A totally dark room is shown. Someone start's whistling a known old tune.

BOOM

A loud sound was heard and at the same time 3 fires lit. In front of the fires, Gus is crouched looking at the floor. Slowly, he starts raising his head, till he looks straight in the camera. He has a weird smile, full of craziness.

Gus: "Hello, hello! Last show, a certain señor played dirty in our match. Monsieur (Mister in French) Yuki Monotomo did a cheap shot and he caused our match to end in a diqualification. Not cool bro! Not cool! Gus's balls were hurt man. I needed to get a random chick take care of them. Anyway, I don't really care that much. More interesting things happened at last show. For example, we have a new RoC World Champion. Marcus Troy's little minion managed to beat that joke, Alexander Melchiott and he became the new champ."

Gus starts slow clapping and saying:

Gus: "Bravo Entropy, Bravo! It's good to see that you and Marcus Troy managed to get over with the Slayer's and Polski, kicking your asses."

Gus pauses for a moment in order to get up.

Gus: "I'm happy for you and you should party hard. You should enjoy all these precious moments, while you are champion, 'cause it won't last long. And I can give you a promise for that. And Le Psychopath always keeps his promises. You may say, "How will you that championship match Gus? Marcus Troy won give it to you."

Gus starts laughing really hard. Suddenly, he stops laughing and looks straight into the camera with a devious smile.

Gus: "As some of you may have forgotten, before a while I won a number 1 contender spot for the RoC World Championship and I'm cashing it in. OH YEAH BABY! You heard me, I'm cashing it in. Make it happen bitches. Next show, I want to make Entropy my little bitch. I'll kick his little ass. I ain't afraid of him. Entropy can't scare me. I've proven myself inside the ring and I'm gonna do it for one more time. I want that gold around my waist and noone can stop me. Neither Entropy nor Marcus Troy and his other minions. Things are gonna get OUT OF CONTROL for you and believe me, you ain't gonna like it. The Psychopath is going to show you his true face and it's fucking scary."

Gus approaches the camera.

Gus: "Oh and don't even think about denying me that match. I've earned it fair and square. So fuck you. I'll get it one way or another, but if something happens and you fuck this up for me, I promise you that I'm gonna get angry. Really angry! I'm going to show you a side of me that I haven't ever showed you and if this happens, you are going to be wishing that this has never happened. 'Cause, things are gonna get ugly. End of fucking story."

Gus lets out a devious laugh and then he covers violently the camera lens and the segment closes as we head to a commercial break.






It was only a matter of time when common interests collide, when a common goal brings individuals together.  Po1ski had a loose alliance with The Slayers but tonight, an unexpected visitor waits for him inside his locker room.  Though cloaked by the shadows, his silhouette is unmistakable, Po1ski instantly recognizes him, the man known as Thaddeus Rex.  

T-Rex slowly rises to his feet and walks towards The Polish Freight Train as the latter closes the door.  Not waiting for Po1ski to speak, Thaddeus Rex talks first.


Thaddeus Rex:  "It seems that you are not surprised by my visit tonight, and I gather that you already know more or less why I am here."

T-Rex takes Po1ski's silence as a sign of confirmation.

Thaddeus Rex:  "The way I see it our meeting was inevitable...  If I didn't seek you out first, you'd probably seek me out too because of our common foe...  The common foe of Ring of Chaos...  Marcus Troy."

Thaddeus Rex sees Po1ski grit his teeth in anger at the mention of Troy's name.

Thaddeus Rex: "I'm not here to make a grand speech about doing this for the best interest of RoC.  I'm here for selfish reasons...  I hate that piece of shit Troy and I want to take him down, it's simple as that.  I also know that I cannot do this alone, even with my newly instilled vice-general manager position.  Currently I only have Nicolas Dorn on my side, and as much as I respect the man,  you know as well as I that Dorn will not be much help in this war against Troy, sure he could surprise us now and then but I'd rather he sit this one out.  What I need are people who can take the battle to Troy's doorstep, people like you."

T-Rex tries to read Po1ski but the man's expression betrays nothing.

Thaddeus Rex: "I know that everyone here is familiar with my history...  The notoriety that followed me...  I can sense the doubt you have in your thoughts, so I can only lay all my cards on the table right now and hope that you believe my intentions.  So let's cut to the chase shall we?"

Thaddeus Rex raises his hand slowly and offers it to Po1ski.

Thaddeus Rex: "Will you join me in my fight against Marcus Troy?  Not as an underling, not as a soldier but as an equal?"

T-Rex waits for Po1ski to respond.


Po1ski looks at Thaddeus's hand for a long, hard moment. His expression remains the same, but his eyes betray him. There are a thousand thoughts running through his head, but only one really matters.

Po1ski: "It's about damn time."

Po1ski stands up and shakes T-Rex's hand. A hint of a smile plays at Po1ski's lips, but it quickly disappears.

Po1ski: "Marcus Troy and his goons have been making a mockery of this company...of this business...for too long. It wasn't gonna be too long before you and I teamed up. You and me, we may not see eye to eye on everything, but it's funny how mutual hatred can bring two people together."

T-Rex even seems to smile himself for a second, but it disappears just as quickly as Po1ski's.

Po1ski: "You got my support 100%. I wish we had The Slayers with us, they're good guys. But just like you said, we can take the fight to Marcus's doorstep. And that's exactly what I planned on doing. Hell, I was planning on doing it alone. However having you on my side makes this plan a helluva lot smarter and effective. You're one tough son of a bitch, and I'm glad to be on the same side as you."

Before Thaddeus turns to walk away, Po1ski stops him with one final statement.

Po1ski: "Oh, and T-Rex,you aren't the only one who is in this for selfish reasons. No matter what happens between us and them, one thing remains the same. Entropy is mine..."






The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Ring of Chaos arena, where a white limousine pulls up to the curb. The driver exits the vehicle and opens up the back seat. The passenger is shown to be Rey Del Jazz!

Some people in the parking lot see him and make comments!


Random Person 1: "That's Rey Del Jazz! I didn't know he was going to be in the show tonight! I would have bought tickets instead of just looking at the arena from here!"

Random Person 2: "Same! But I don't think he has a match tonight!"

Random Person 1: "Strange!"

Random Person 3: "Even so, I must say...that man is one sexy beast..."

Random Person 2: "A sexy beast who kills it on saxophone."

The camera then fades away as it shows Rey Del Jazz entering the building.





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Jim Jackson: "Oh man, folks.. this next match we will be watching should be intense.."

Brad Blood: "Po1ski will be going against one half of the White Walkers who as we all know, caused him a lot of grief before. One must assume this one will get ugly.'"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for One Fall... introducing first, from Rzeszow, Poland.. weighing at 265 pounds and standing at 6 feet and 3 inches tall.. The Polish Freight Train, Po1ski!"

"Back For More" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and Po1ski emerges at the top of the ramp. The crowd is split between cheers and boos. Po1ski acknowledges neither, and simply makes his way to the ring. There is a calm, neutral expression on his face. He enters the ring, and makes his way to his corner, waiting for the match to start.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, from Parts Unknown.. weighing at 207 pounds and standing at 6 feet and 1 inch tall.. Grey Wolfe!"

Grey Wolfe has no specific entrance so he just walks down to the ring and enters it looking all dead and shit.

Alice Aoi: "The referee for this match is... Jack B. Quick! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING! DING! DING!

Jim Jackson: "Po1ski doesn't waste time and immediately runs towards Wolfe, hitting him with a powerful jumping knee strike to the face!"

Brad Blood: "Wolfe loses balance, but regains composure and retaliates with a huge swinging punch that Po1ski ducks under."

Jim Jackson: "Po1ski goes behind Wolfe and pounds on him violently!"

Brad Blood: "Heh."

Jim Jackson: "Po1ski unloading with vicious elbows to the back of Wolfe's neck here.."

Brad Blood: "Po1ski is in complete control here! He is bringing the fire!"

Jim Jackson: "Look here! Po1ski wraps his arms around Wolfe! Whoa! He just threw Wolfe overhead up into the air causing him to land neck first into the mat! What a fierce German Suplex!"

Brad Blood: "Po1ski is unstoppable!"

Jim Jackson: "Wolfe hastily recovers and gets up to hit Po1ski with a running boot to the face!"

Brad Blood: "Po1ski sidesteps it and goes behind for another huge German Suplex!"

Jim Jackson: "If Marcus is watching this and I bet he is.. he must not be pleased."

Brad Blood: "Looks like this suplex managed to put down Wolfe for now!"

Jim Jackson: "Po1ski lets out a huge battle roar and begins to stomp his feet on the mat signaling his intent to end this."

Brad Blood: "Po1ski waits for Wolfe to come towards to him, and then hits him with an earth-shattering front kick to his jaw! WOW! The ULTIMATE Teep Kick right there!"

Jim Jackson: "Po1ski immediately drops down to pin Wolfe and hooks his legs! Will this be it?!"

Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Three!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... Po1ski!"

Jim Jackson: "He did it! He managed to dispatch Wolfe! And in dominant fashion nonetheless!"

Brad Blood: "He made a fool out of Marcus here! How humiliating!"

Jim Jackson: "Someone has lit a fire under Po1ski's ass! He's more focused than ever!"

Brad Blood: "Po1ski is proudly celebrating his win. He earned this one for sure, no doubt."

Jim Jackson: "Looks like celebration time is over! Look who just ran into the ring, Brad! Whitemane just jumped Po1ski from behind! Damn it! And he is accompanied by our World Champ, Entropy!"

Brad Blood: "I had a feeling Marcus won't let this slide.. what a mugging.."

Jim Jackson: "Entropy and Whitemane are giving Po1ski their signature violent sneak beat down and the man is completely defenseless!"

Brad Blood: "Wait, wait! Here come Gus and.. Rex?! T-Rex?! Gus and Rex are entering the ring to clean house!

Jim Jackson: "Gus and Rex are bringing the fight to the huge behemoths! Punches are being traded! Gus and Rex are getting the upper-hand here!"

Brad Blood: "Rex takes a few steps backwards before throwing himself forward to take down Whitemane with a massive Spear!"


Jim Jackson: "Gus and Rex are now ganging up on Entropy! He is outnumbered!"

Brad Blood: "Not for long! Guess who just recovered! Bam! Wolfe just took the duo of Gus and Rex with a double clothesline from behind! Oh God.. look at this! Entropy, Wolfe and now Whitemane who is being helped up all stand tall.. despite a somewhat even odds, Marcus' brutes prevail.."

Jim Jackson: "Doesn't look those horror movie rejects are done! Entropy begins giving his marching orders. Each monster starts targeting a single member of the rebellious faction.. No! It's too much! Please! Will someone! give these men a hand?!"

Brad Blood: "No one who is willing to stand up to them is left! It's all gonna end tonight, Jim. Kids, don't look.. it's gonna get hard to watch. Fans in the crowd are understandably worried. I even see a dude who is running down the crowd to intervene? Is he obtuse?! Does he wanna get killed?!"

Jim Jackson: "Is he attempting assisted suicide?! Someone stop him from hurting himself! Don't be an- wait a second, wait a minute! It's no random man! Someone put a light under him in the crowd! Oh thank God!!! It's Rafik Arfah!!! He's back! He's got a huge barbed wire bat and he is running down to the ring! Our fans just got a glimmer of hope! Whitemane and Wolfe just left the ring to stop him! Rafik sees them coming and begins unleashing a brutal assault on both men with the bat! He is going Babe Ruth on the bastards! Both Walkers are oozing blood and are wounded!"

Brad Blood: "He walked out! What is he doing here?!"

Jim Jackson: "What is he doing here?! He is whooping the asses of the Walkers, Brad! Entropy is observing everything from the ring! He is standing still as he watches the Walkers get dismantled! Rafik now sets his sights on the champ! Rafik is grinning and signaling him to turn around.. a confused Entropy complies and turns around an- JESUS! Po1ski almost took Entropy's head off with the Teep Kick! Our champ is down! Rafik enters the ring to help his allies back up. I knew he will be back! It ain't over!"

Before things can get worse "Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers as the crowd erupts in cheers. Thaddeus Rex steps out from the back.

Thaddeus Rex: "THIS FOOLISHNESS STOPS NOW!"

Security pours in to separate the warring factions...

Thaddeus Rex: "That's better... Now I have a good way to settle all this... Earlier tonight, we heard from Gus that he's cashing in his title shot... What we didn't hear is what Gus requested of me in private for this title shot match... A genius stroke of a request if you ask me... You see, Gus asked for a title shot against Entropy but he also requested a stipulation which I granted... He requested that his allies Po1ski and Rafik Arfah ALSO BE INCLUDED IN THAT TITLE MATCH!"

Surprised murmurs erupt from the fans.

Thaddeus Rex: "That's right so next show it will be A FATAL FOUR-WAY FOR THE ROC WORLD TITLE!"

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Thaddeus Rex: "Now I understand that the winner of tonight's match between Cecilia Chirstiansen and Nicolas Dorn shall also receive a title shot, well this one has the prerogative! Whoever wins in their match tonight shall be facing the winner of the Fatal Four-way. Now that THAT is said and done, I expect you gentlemen to behave... You can let loose all you want on the next show. Good luck."

Thaddeus Rex leaves as his music begins to play as the crowd erupt in loud cheers. Marcus Troy look displeased at what just happened as he and his goons are escorted out.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 08/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 22, 2016 7:20 am



THUP!  THUP!  THUP!

Little Wang is seen practicing on the heavy bags in the gym when Boy Bakla walks in...

Boy Bakla:  "So here you are!  I was looking for you."

Little Wang nods as he continues his training.

THUP!  THUP!  THUP!

Little Wang:  "Sorry no talk, need to finish training.  Gonna prove myself tonight.  Gonna win that title shot."

Bakla nods...

Boy Bakla:  "I won't bother you then...  Just wanted to wish you good luck tonight in your match."

THUP!  THUP!  THUP!

Little Wang:  "Thanks, but luck is for losers, and tonight, I'll show everyone that size does not matter when I beat Johnny Fortune, Rupert B. Humperdink and Rafik Arfah."

THUP!  THUP!  THUP!

Little Wang continues training as the scene fades to black.








Kevin Steam walks out butt naked as the women in the crowd marvel at how big it is.

Kevin Steam: "I'm back, madafaka."

Kevin Steam does a crotch-grab and performs a moonwalk.

Kevin Steam: "I'm gonna make ROC great again. And I will start doing so tonight when I replace the injured Brad Blood on commentary while he's recovering from the shanking that took place earlier on. Lee, better prepare that gaping anus because I'm going in. No lube, bish."

Kevin Steam begins walking to the back with a smile as the theme plays.






The camera fades in to see Johnny Fortune dressed in his leather jacket and sitting on his chair in the backstage area. He sat staring into the camera for a few moments before he began to speak.

Johnny Fortune: "You know, when I came back I had a goal in mind. Destroy Ray Kamaura. And in one match, it's clear that I have indeed ended that sniveling pile of trash and revealed him for the aborted fetus that he should've been."

The Fortunate One waited a few moments allowing the words to sink in to the viewers.

Johnny Fortune: "Now that he's out of the way, I've been scheduled to compete in a four corners match for a shot at Mandy Rigma's Lightweight Championship match."

For a second, Johnny Fortune looked deadly serious. Then, in a second breaks out into hysterical laughter that almost brought him to tears. Through his laughter he spoke again

Johnny Fortune: "Are you serious? Who the Hell booked this shit? Lee? Marcus? Uncle Tom? Or was it some other mystery authority figure we don't even know about? Because whichever one of you idiots did book it clearly doesn't like the Lightweight division. Let me put it this way, if you're going to put me in a situation where Rafik Fucking Arfah is my greatest competition, you have clearly fucked up.

Johnny Fortune's laughter petered out as he continued his speech.

Johnny Fortune: "I'll tell you exactly what's going to happen in this Four Corners match: I'm Going to stomp Little Wang's head into the mat until he begins crying and begging for mercy, then I'm going to keep going. And since I'm merciful I'll even allow him to tag in Rupert B. Humperdink, who'll come in and then BAM! German suplex, then BAM! Dragon Suplex, then BAM! Tiger Suplex! Wash Rinse Repeat, until he too cries and begs for the mercy that I provided to Little Wang and I shall deliver. Then comes the moment when I finally get to lay into this little remnant of wasted potential with my own two hands. I'm going to slap him, kick him, toss him around, throw him out of the ring, break his face on the outside, throw him back into the ring, then perform the same actions that I performed upon the previous two Dick Strokers. Except, unlike for them Rafuck, your cries of pain will not be met with mercy. They will be met with more pain, until you are broken into one thousand separate pieces and are sucking your next meal through a cock shaped straw."

Johnny Fortune stands up and folds his chair, and begins walking away.

Johnny Fortune: "Management wants me to take out any actual contenders for the Lightweight Championship? That's fine, because if it helps me prove that I am the greatest wrestler this company will EVER see, then I'll just have to end the career of every other wrestler here. For when I stand upon the mountain of near-corpses, I will truly be able to kick up my feet in relaxation."

The camera fades to black on a smiling Johnny Fortune walking away.




VS

VS

VS

Jim Jackson:  "Coming up next is a fight for the number one contender for the RoC Lightweight Championship.  Four men, four corners, who shall come out the winner?  Joining us tonight at the announce table is none other than the RoC Lightweight Champion Mandy Rigma!  Welcome to the announce table Mandy."

Mandy Rigma:  "Glad to be here Jim.  Thanks for having me."

Brad Blood:  "Checking out the competition eh Mandy?"

Mandy Rigma:  "Well you can say that."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a four corners match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District of San Francisco, California...  The Fortunate One, The Chaotic God...  JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

The lights go black as the beginnings of Stone Temple Pilots' "Dead and Bloated" is played over the speakers. 17 seconds into the song the lights return to reveal Johnny Fortune dressed in his leather jacket and hoodie with the hulled pulled up at the top of entrance ramp. He sits on a steel chair for a few seconds, before slowly pulling down the hood and standing from his seat. He brings the steel chair with him on his way down the ramp, ignoring any jeering from the patrons in the seats as he tosses the chair into the ring. He picks up the steel chair and places it up in the center of the ring facing the entrance ramp, he tosses his jacket at Alice Aoi and tells her to "Keep it warm." and sits himself in the chair awaiting his opponent.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing in at  3 feet and 3/4 inches tall and weighing in at  80 pounds, hailing from Fujian Province, China...  LITTLE WANG!"

"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor starts playing on the speakers as flashing multicolored lights starts flashing at the top of the entrance ramp as smoke rises from the floor. A small form suddenly bounces out of the entrance tunnel and through the smoke which is slowly clearing. The crowd looks wide-eyed at the small midget standing on top of the entrance ramp wearing stilts with both arms in the air waving a victory sign with his fingers. The midget runs down the ramp and scampers into the ring.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing in at  6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel, Mr. Shit Post, Shit Lord,The Supremacist, Cleaner of the Gene Pool...  RAFIK ARFAH!"

An staff runs in from the back and heads inside the ring, he whispers something in Alice Aoi's ear...

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that Rafik Arfah has chosen not to participate in this match tonight so this match is now a triangle match!  Introducing the final participant in this triangle match, standing in at the height of boobies and weighing in at about the weight of 500 Legos, hailing from Bikini Bottom...  The Flying Potato...  RUPERT B. HUMPERDINK!"

Alice Aoi:  "The referee for this match is Jack B. Nimble.  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "There's the bell!  It's surprising Rafik Arfah has chosen not to participate in this match, wasting a good opportunity..."

Mandy Rigma:  "It's really a shame Jim, I would like to face Rafik in the ring too, his personality may need improvement but his skills in the ring are first class."

Brad Blood:  "Whoa Johnny has Rupert on the ropes continuously pounding the retard with hard punches!  He grabs Rupert and hits a belly to belly suplex!  Fortune with a leg drop...  Right on Rupert's neck!"

Mandy Rigma:  "Johnny is a former RoC Lightweight Champion, it would be interesting to face him too."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune hooks the leg but Rupert B. Humperdink kicks out before the referee can even begin counting.  Johnny picks Rupert up and body slams him into the ground.  Elbow drop by Fortune connects!  He goes for the cover but once again Humperdink kicks out before the referee can even begin counting."

Mandy Rigma:  "Hmm, looks like Rupert is pretty resilient.  He may be a dark horse in this match tonight."

Brad Blood:  "Dark horse?  More like dark brain, the guy has an IQ of an amoeba!  Irish whip by Fortune sends Rupert to the ropes...  Rupert grabs on to the ropes and stops himself from bouncing back!  Johnny leaps with a leaping overhand punch..."

Jim Jackson:  "The Flying Potato dodges and Johnny Fortune slams into the ropes!  Rupert B. Humperdink goes for the tag and tags in Little Wang!  Wang leaps to the top turnbuckle...  Missile dropkick sends The Fortunate One to the canvas!  Wang bounces unto the ropes...  Springboard moonsault!  He goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny gets a shoulder up!"

Mandy Rigma:  "What impressive agility from our little friend over there...  It shows us we musn't underestimate Little Wang too.  There's a reason he's in this match tonight."

Jim Jackson:  "Well said Mandy, Little Wang is a veteran in the ring, he's used to fighting opponents bigger than he is.  Low dropkick by Wang connects on Fortune's knee sending him down on one knee.  Shining wizard by Little Wang connects!  Fortune is down!   Little Wang climbs up to the top of the ring post and leaps, stretching out to a horizontal position, his legs and arms inward and then outward...  NO!  TADPOLE SPLASH MISSES!  The Fortunate One rolls away at the last second!"

Mandy Rigma:  "Ohh...  If Wang hit that finisher, it could have ended the match then and there.  These high risk moves are the bread and butter for us, we take great risks but if we pull it off, the pay-off is worth it."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny Fortune tags in Rupert!  The retard charges into the ring and trips over his own shoelace!  Ooh!  Rupert just skidded on the canvas!  Little Wang is beginning to stir...  He sees Rupert on the ground...  Wang rushes in...  Baseball slide dropkick right into Rupert's face!"

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang leaps on top of The Flying Potato's back and starts stomping away!  Rupert B. Humperdink screams in pain and rolls away!  Humperdink rises to his feet...  Little Wang leaps to the ropes and springboards towards his opponent head first executing a Cannonball!  Rupert goes down!  Little Wang goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "Rupert gets a shoulder up!  Little Wang once again goes to the top turnbuckle...  BLIND TAG BY JOHNNY FORTUNE!  Wang was just forcibly tagged out!  Johnny enters the ring and hits a running knee on Rupert.  Rupert staggers but somehow remains on his feet."

Mandy Rigma:  "We are seeing more of that Rupert resilience over there, despite that brutal knee, Rupert still manages to remain standing.  That's impressive."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune with a body slam on The Flying Potato.  Rupert B. Humperdink starts crawling to the corner and pulls himself up...  He turns around...  Big uppercut by Fortune connects!  Humperdink is stunned...  Vertical suplex by Fortune sends Rupert to the canvas!  Rupert begins to crawl once more towards the ropes...  Big stomp by The Chaotic God stops Rupert in his tracks...  Rupert B. Humperdink lying on the ground facing the floor Fortune ties the legs of Humperdink around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of Rupert's head and  brutally forces the head of Humperdink to the ground with his foot. Rupert B. Humperdink just experienced the Concussive Communion!  Fortune for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "The half-wit or should I say no-wit actually gets a shoulder up!  Rupert starts crawling towards Little Wang's outstretched hand...  Will he get a tag?  No!  Johnny Fortune dropkicks Wang off the apron and begins stomping away at Rupert!"

Mandy Rigma:  "That's a dirty tactic but it's legal, it shows us how far Johnny would go to get the win."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip sends Rupert B. Humperdink into the corner.  The Fortunate One follows up with a brutal clothesline into the corner!  Rupert is slumped in the corner and Johnny Fortune starts attacking him with a series of stiff chops lighting his chest up!  European uppercut connects and Humperdink slides down to the floor...  Fortune moves to the other side of the ring and prepares to charge towards Rupert...  BLIND TAG BY WANG!"

Mandy Rigma:  "Ooh!  Little Wang returned the favor there!  Johnny looks pissed."

Brad Blood:  "Wang dashes towards Rupert, bronco buster!  Little Wang pulls Rupert to the center of the ring and quickly hooks the leg!  Is this it?"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Jim Jackson:  "No!  Rupert B. Humperdink kicks out!  Little Wang climbs up to the top of the ring post and leaps tucking his knees to chest, he executes a 360 flip in mid-air, and lands on his opponent on the mid-section feet first executing a Dwarf Stomp of Doom!  This is it!  Little Wang goes for the cover..."

Brad Blood:  "JOHNNY HAS THE REFEREE DISTRACTED IN THE CORNER!  What brilliant timing by Fortune!  He intentionally entered the ring without being tagged in and took the referee's attention from what's happening inside the ring!  Wang realizes what's going on and rushes towards Fortune!  Johnny quickly leaps off the apron before Wang can reach him!  Little Wang returns to Rupert and goes for the cover."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thre..."

Mandy Rigma:  "Oh man, Johnny's intervention cost Little Wang the win there.  Those few seconds allowed Rupert to stay in the match...  Totally not cool."

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang once again goes to the top turnbuckle...  He's going for a high risk move...  Wait Johnny Fortune is sneaking up behind him from the outside...  NO!  WANG SPOTS FORTUNE AND LEAPS TOWARDS FORTUNE INSTEAD!  FLYING CROSSBODY TO THE OUTSIDE FLATTENS THE CHAOTIC GOD!!"

Crowd:  "HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!"

Mandy Rigma:  "Damn, I actually jumped out of my seat watching that!  Johnny got what he deserved but it looks like Wang may have hurt himself doing that move."

Brad Blood:  "Seems like it!  Wang is clutching his ribs as he enters the ring once more.  Rupert has somehow gotten back to his feet.  Wang charges towards Rupert...  No!  He eats leather as Rupert kicks him in the face!  Rupert runs around the ring confused, the crowd calls for him to take the cover!  The retard finally goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang gets a shoulder up!  Wang manages to roll away and get back to his feet.  Rupert B. Humperdink charges towards Wang...  Wang leaps into the ropes... Springboard tornado DDT plants Rupert to the canvas!  Wang goes for the cover once again..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thre..."

Brad Blood:  "Once again Rupert kicks out just a split second from three!"

Mandy Rigma:  "He's like the little engine that could, he just keeps on going and going and going.  Way to go Rupert!"

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang charges towards The Flying Potato...  Rupert B. Humperdink with a dropkick out of nowhere sends Wang slamming into the turnbuckles...  Blind tag by Johnny Fortune, the referee sees it but Rupert does not!  Rupert B. Humperdink trips over his shoelaces and falls headfirst into Little Wang's ribs!  Rupert for the cover but Wang is not the legal man!"

Brad Blood:  "Johnny with a double axe handle attacks Rupert!  He pulls Rupert up and Irish whips him into the corner hard!  Johnny grabs Wang and throws him over the top rope into the outside as the crowd boo loudly."

Mandy Rigma:  "Oh no...  Don't tell me this is how it ends..."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune wraps his hands around the back of Rupert B. Humperdink's head and swiftly drives his knee into the head of Humperdink! He might just have incapacitated Rupert B. Humperdink with that move! What an Unfortunate End!  Fortune for the cover~!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!"

Brad Blood:  "Wang staggers and tries to get back into the ring but he's too late!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall, The Fortunate One, The Chaotic God...  JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune wins the match and gets the right to face Mandy Rigma for the RoC Lightweight Title!  Looks like Mandy has left our side and stepped into the ring!  It's a stare down between challenger and champ!"

Brad Blood:  "Things are starting to heat up here...  Looks like Mandy ain't a fan of how Johnny won the match...  I can't wait until these two tangle inside the ring."






The camera cuts to an unknown area backstage. The room is completely black, when suddenly, a blue spotlight suddenly shines down from above to reveal none other than...Rey Del Jazz!

Brad Blood: "It's the Jazzman! I love that guy! He's fairly good at playing the saxophone Jimbo!"

Jim Jackson: "Not only that Brad, but he's also got an opportunity to challenge for any title whenever he wants!"


Rey Del Jazz is in his dazzling white tuxedo which has roses imprinted on it, posing with his saxophone. He doesn't look at the camera but down at his saxophone, his legs slightly bent. Rey then begins to improvise on his saxophone, giving the fans a quick solo creating excitement.

Brad Blood: "I feel a strong tingling sensation in my pants right now Jimmy! It's quite nice actually."

Jim Jackson: "TMI Brad...TMI..."


Rey abruptly stops playing and looks straight at the camera. He then begins to speak.

Rey Del Jazz: "Some people were upset....where I was last week!? Some people were frustrated! Some people were Crying! Boo Hoo! And that is because...they were missing me!"

Brad Blood: "Like me! I was so sad!"

The camera then switches over to show Brad's face for a moment, looking clearly like: =(

The camera then cuts back to Rey who goes back to his saxophone improv, playing some bars quickly before he starts speaking once more.


Rey Del Jazz: "The man who has brought excitement back to this show! The man that the people are now coming to see! The man who just won three matches in a row in his debut and now has a title shot to cash in whenever he wants! That's right pendejos!"

Jim Jackson: "I wonder if he has made a decision on what title to challenge for!"

Rey does a quick swivel at the same time as playing his saxophone, at the end of the turn he stops to talk.

Rey Del Jazz: "But the question is...who will I challenge!?"

Rey plays another quick solo and at the end of the last note, another blue light shines down on a poster bored, with the images of the possible ROC champions he can challenge on it: Entropy, Mandy Rigma, and Tyler Norton.


Brad Blood: "You know, Rey Del Jazz is such a great entertainer...Even when he isn't wrestling he is putting on exciting shows like this right here, great saxophone music with lighting work and a whole performance!"

Rey Del Jazz: "There is Entropy...the ugly as motherfucker who's title isn't even relevant...Mandy Rigma, another Spanish bastard who thinks he is Better than everyone else. Those cocky pendejos from Spain...they think they have more culture and history just because they are from Europe. Well come to Mexico you ignorant puto! We have the oldest pyramids on Earth! ... And finally, there is Tyler Norton...probably the only Americano I can respect. Only a real man would unzip his pants and hacer la puñeta right in the middle of the ring!..."


Jim Jackson: "So who will he face!?"

Rey has been getting very worked up with his long monologue, and takes a quick breather before beginning to speak again.

Rey Del Jazz: "So who will I chose? Well, I have been thinking about this the past weeks and to tell you the truth, I already have the answer."

Brad Blood: "Great! Tell us!"

Rey does another 360 spin while playing his saxophone, at the end of the spin he collapses on his knees and continues to swag out on the sexy instrument, playing so hard spit flies every. He releases the saxophone form his mouth and looks directly at the camera. He then gives the camera a wink as the view fades away and the camera cuts back to the ring.

Brad Blood: "What!? Noooo! I want to know!"

Jim Jackson: "Well I guess we will just have to wait Brad!"



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Re: Chaos Supreme 08/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 22, 2016 7:27 am



With her Women's Championship on her shoulder, Cecilia smiles as she looks at her friends who are gathered in her locker room.

Cecilia Christiansen: "It's time to make our move!  Lexi, Erika, you two have a Tag Team title match coming your way, despite what that that toad Alexander Melchiott thinks.  I have an all but guaranteed World Heavyweight Championship match coming my way; all that stands before me and my opportunity is that decrepit old man, Nicolas Dorn.  However... I have my concerns."

Taking a seat, Cecilia thinks over what she wants to say for a moment before speaking her mind.

Cecilia Christiansen: "I have a suspicion that we cannot let our guard down tonight.  Would it not be in Marcus Troy's best interest to have Entropy face the old man for the title?  Or perhaps, have neither Dorn nor myself make it to the title match?  I don't fully trust that Troy will simply let the match happen, but then again, he might be too focused on the Chaos Title match to worry about my match.  Or perhaps he'll be foolish enough to view me as an easy opponent for Entropy.  Regardless, I'll need you all to watch my match.  If anything happens, I trust you to come and provide your assistance to me."

Standing, Cecilia gives the other girls in the room a determined look.

Cecilia Christiansen: "If anyone doubts me... I'll soon make them pay.  I'm a wrestler first and a woman second, and tonight I take the first step in proving that.  They can write me off as a woman of slight build who has no business competing in the Heavyweight division all they want, but soon they'll learn the folly of underestimating me.  Now if you will all excuse me, I have a match to prepare for."

Walking towards the door, Cecilia tosses her Women's Championship at Erika Sonozaki, who barely manages to react in time to catch the belt without spilling her sake.  As Cecilia exits the room, Erika breathes out a sigh.

Erika Sonozaki: "She's in one of her moods again."

Erika takes a sip of sake as the scene slowly fades.






Nicolas Dorn walks through the parking lot carrying his duffel bag that is likely filled with his wrestling gear and sandwiches.  You've got to keep up your strength after all.  Noticing the camera, Nicolas Dorn keep walking as he begins to speak.

Nicolas Dorn: "I'm a little late to the show, my young taxi driver took his jolly time getting here.  To top it off, he let me out far away from the building.  My old legs aren't what they used to be... and I need my energy for tonight, but nooooo, make the old man walk."

Reaching the door of the arena, Dorn sets his bag down and sits down.

Nicolas Dorn: "That was an unnecessary workout.  Well, tonight, I'm in the main event taking on a girl for the right to face Entropy for the World Heavyweight Championship... what?  I'm not in the main event?  What's the main event?  Chaos title match?  Right, and pigs soar through the air on Wednesdays."

Dorn clearly doesn't believe the cameraman.  It is likely that Dorn either doesn't know what the Chaos title is, or thinks that the belt is less important than the flagship title and shouldn't be in the main event.  One of the two.  I mean, really, when does a lesser title take precedence over a number one contendership match for the World Heavyweight Championship?

Nicolas Dorn: "In the main event I take on a girl... you know, back in my day, women fought in their own division; it was actually illegal for a man to hit a woman!  If you did, you were charged a hefty fine and usually the TV network would pressure the company into suspending you.  It's nice to see that the brave ladies are willing to step into the ring with men, despite the weight difference.  I weight over 100 pounds more than Cecilia!"

Standing up for a moment, Dorn takes a haggard breath before sitting back down, clearly not yet having recovered from his "long" walk.

Nicolas Dorn: "Let me tell you, I'm a gentleman!  I would never hit a woman, and tonight I plan on keeping to that.  Unfortunately for Cecilia, that doesn't mean I'm just going to let her win.  I'm going to be hitting her with suplex after suplex and I'll toss her all around the ring until she gives up.  And then I'll go on to take on Entropy!  I'll hit him with chops and take his legs out, making the big man completely useless.  And then I'll win.  My game plan is that simple!"

A few words are said by the cameraman, (lucky he isn't in front of the camera so that we don't have to hear his stupid voice).

Nicolas Dorn: "What?  I'm not supposed to say my game plan?  Don't worry!  Cecilia doesn't weigh anywhere near enough to stop me from executing my plan, and Entropy is a big lumbering fool who can't string a sentence together... he probably can't even understand a word that I say!  Trust me, this interview doesn't compromise my plans at all.  Anyway, it's about time I take my nap.  Goodbye young man."

Standing up, Dorn grabs his bag before opening the door to the arena and stepping inside.






VS

Jim Jackson:  "Coming up next we have Cecilia Christiansen going against Nicolas Dorn, whoever wins this match gets a title shot at the RoC World Title."

Brad Blood:  "We seem to have a lot of title shots lying around and nobody cashing in."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing in at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, hailing from Domrémy-la-Pucelle, France...  The Princess of the Wrestling World, The Queen of RoC...  CECILIA CHRISTIANSEN!"

Johann Pachelbel's Canon in D Major begins playing in the arena as Cecilia steps out from the back with a parasol out. Carrying the parasol, Cecilia leisurely walks down to the ring. Arriving at the ring, Cecilia folds in her parasol and sets it by the steel steps before climbing onto the apron and entering the ring.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feel 11 inches tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, hailing from Queens, New York...  They call him Smooth...  NICOLAS DORN!"

"You Really Got Me" by The Kinks plays in the arena as Nicolas Dorn stumbles out onto the entrance way.  Taking a breath to steady himself, the old man proceeds to do his signature shuffle before getting tired.  After catching his breath, Dorn proceeds to make his way to the ring, giving his signature finger guns to a few lucky ladies.  Reaching ringside, Dorn grabs the bottom rope and struggles to pull himself onto the apron, only barely managing to do so before rolling into the ring and trying to catch another breather before the match starts.

Alice Aoi:  "The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "There's the bell!  Nicolas Dorn charges and and swings with both fists trying to strike down Cecilia Christiansen.  Cecilia puts both arms up protecting her head."

Brad Blood:  "Daaaaaaamn, never thought Dorn will come out swinging like that, he's slowly backing Cecilia into the corner.  Things don't look too good for our little Princ...  Oh!  I spoke too soon!  Looks like Dorn gassed out!"

Jim Jackson:  "Cecilia Christiansen strikes back with a flurry of kicks!  Cecilia grabs her opponent's arm and wraps it around their neck before using it to pull Nicolas Dorn into a backcracker!  Mercury Poison!  Dorn is down!  Cecilia for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Holy crap!  Dorn actually got a shoulder up?!  This is unbelievable!"

Jim Jackson:  "Nicolas Dorn tries to put up a fight but his swings have become sluggish and The Princess of the Wrestling World easily dodges them.  Cecilia Christiansen hits an enzuigiri sending Dorn reeling!  Cecilia spins before jumping and catching Nicolas on the jaw with a kick...  Luminous Strike connects!  Dorn crumples to the canvas!  Christiansen for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "How in the hell did Dorn even kick out?!  Seriously I thought Cecilia had it there.  Nicolas tries to crawl away..."

Jim Jackson:  "Nicolas Dorn grabs on to the ropes to pull himself up...  Cecilia Christiansen sneaks up behind him...  Cecilia stands behind Nicolas and crosses their arms across Dorn's neck before suddenly spinning and dragging Nicolas to the mat...  Dead Butterfly connects!"

Brad Blood:  "This has got to be it!  Dorn ain't getting up from that one!  Cecilia hooks the leg."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "What the?!  How the?!  Okay...  Someone pinch me...  This has got to be a dream!"

Jim Jackson:  "The crowd is starting to get behind Nicolas Dorn, despite  Cecilia Christiansen's brutal attacks Dorn is somehow able to kick out!  Cecilia charges in towards Dorn..."

Brad Blood:  "What the?!  Nicolas somehow sidesteps and gets behind Cecilia!  He locks his arms around Cecilia's head and neck...  DORN'S SLEEP!  DORN'S SLEEP IS LOCKED IN!"

Crowd:  "LET'S GO DORN!  YOU CAN DO IT!  LET'S GO DORN!  YOU CAN DO IT!"

Jim Jackson:  "Wait Cecilia Christiansen manages to get a foot down the bottom rope.  The referee breaks the hold!  Cecilia gasps for air as Nicolas Dorn seems to have recovered a bit."

Brad Blood:  "Nicolas charges in...  He knocks Cecilia down with a clothesline!  Nicolas goes for a leg drop...  NOOOO!  Too slow!  Our Princess rolls away at the last moment and Dorn hits nothing but canvas."

Jim Jackson:  "A running knee hits Nicolas Dorn while he's still sitting on the canvas knocking him down!  Cecilia Christiansen stands next to her downed opponent.  Jumping a few times to gain momentum, Cecilia tucks and rotates forwards before landing on top of Nicolas!  UNILATERAL CONTRACT CONNECTS!  THIS COULD BE IT!  CECILIA FOR THE COVER!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thre..."

Brad Blood:  "WHAT THE?!  NICOLAS HAS A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!  HE SOMEHOW SURVIVED THE UNILATERAL CONTRACT!  Though I have a sense he is just preventing the inevitable here..."

Jim Jackson:  "Cecilia Christiansen pulls Nicolas Dorn back to the middle of the ring...  She goes for the cover once again."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thre..."

Brad Blood:  "Nicolas kicks out!  Dang, the old fogey is really hanging in there."

Jim Jackson:  "We now see what looks to be respect in Cecilia Christiansen's eyes...  But she goes right back to business.  She knows what's at stake here tonight.  Cecilia creates a triangle with her opponents legs before stepping into it and arching back to grab Nicolas Dorn by the head...  Silver Dragon is locked in!  Dorn has no where to go!"

Brad Blood:  "I think Dorn is out!  The referee goes to check!  He raises his arms up in a X!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission, The Princess of the Wrestling World, The Queen of RoC...  CECILIA CHRISTIANSEN!"

Jim Jackson:  "Nicolas Dorn hang on until he can but in the end, he couldn't beat Cecilia Christiansen.  Dorn seems to have regained consciousness and the referee is explaining to him what just happened.  Cecilia walks over and offers a hand in a show of sportsmanship.  She helps Dorn up and raises his arm!  The crowd goes wild."

Brad Blood:  "Well he still lost but you do feel like cheering for him."






Camera fades in the backstage, more precisely - Tyler Norton's locker room. We see him gearing up for his upcoming match. Brad Blood shows up next to him carrying a microphone in hands. AK-14 looks very annoyed due to the commentator's presence.

Tyler Norton: "The fuck is you doing here, punk!? This the room for real men aka the only undefeated motherfucka in this biatch aka Tyler AK-14 Norton! Fuck outta here, boy!"

Brad Blood backs away a little.

Brad Blood: "Please, Tyler... I'm just here to ask some questions. Just a quick interview. May I please ask ya a few questions, sir?"

Tyler silently observes the frightened man for a couple of seconds while he rubs his beard.

Tyler Norton: "Hmmm. I like that respect, boy. That's waddup. You know who the man in the place is so I'ma give ya a bit of attention. Hold... Hold the fuck on. What you doing here, foo'? Where that sexy girl who gave me head a few times at? Jenna? Nah... Joanna, nah close enough. Oh, Julia! Where she at!?"

Brad Blood takes a deep breath and looks sad.

Brad Blood: "Unfortunately, Cartwright hit her with a devastating Piledriver into the mat two weeks ago. Julie is not in any condition at all to work, in fact, some doctors claim she's almost been killed by Cartwright aka The Lad."

Tyler Norton frowns. Like this >=(.

Tyler Norton: "Who the fuck does that ol' muhfucka think he is? Coming 'round here thinkin' he be the hot shit and assuming he the boss. That mofo ain't shit. He be livin' in the shadow of its former self and we all know that... Bitch-ass-shit-punk-cock-block faggot! I was 'bout to hit Julie's ass but no no... You had to kill her off, didn't ya?"

Brad Blood: "Anyway, Tyler... You will be facing Cartwright on tonight's main event, RoC Chaos Championship on the line. Do you think you stand a single chance at all? I mean, The Lad is a veteran!"

Tyler grabs the poor commentator by the shirt's collar and presses him onto the wall.

Tyler Norton: "You got a death wish, homeboy? Huh? You wanna fuck with me? You wanna talk some trash but is you able to walk the walk? Motherfucka I beat the whole roster already... These bitches ain't shit. I be the only undefeated up in here. If you gon' be dick ridin' Cartwright like all the lil shits in the backstage been doing, then I'ma finish you off right here right now. Got it?"

Brad Blood: "Got it... Sorry, Tyler. Can you let me go, please?"

Tyler looks deep into his eyes for a moment. Then, he lets him go. Brad gathers himself before his next question.

Brad Blood: "So, Tyler... You defeated Boulder two weeks ago proving the doubters that you're indeed better than him and are not afraid of any challenge. What are your thoughts on such matter?"

Tyler Norton: "Shiiiiiieeeeeeeet... It's simple. I told everybody I was gon' whoop that fat ass. Motherfucka lost to a dude that masturbated live on TV! How bad that is? Fuck Boulder, man... I told everybody I was gonna win and I did that. It is like it is. I came (no pun intended), I saw and I fuckin' conquered this place. This some Roman shit, ya feel me? And I'ma do the same to The Lad or anyone who want a piece of me... Y'all muhfuckas are looking up to my ass right now, and meanwhile I'm taking a big shit all over your faces. Title is mine and I plan to keep it for a loooooooooooooooooooooooooong time."

Brad Blood gets closer again.

Brad Blood: "But... Do you really, really think that you stand a chance against the Swagtastic, the greatest of all time, The Lad Cartwright?"

Brad Blood shows a cheeky smile. Like this =). He's trying to be funny... Look at him.

Tyler Norton: "You know what, asshole? What your name is?"

Brad Blood: "... My... Name?"

Tyler Norton: "YOUR NAME, PUNK! TELL ME WHAT YO FUCKIN' NAME IS!"

Brad Blood was definitely caught off guard. He jumps back and stutters a few words.

Brad Blood: "So-so-sorry... Brad. Name is... Brad Blood."

Tyler laughs and embraces the guy's back.

Tyler Norton: "Haha! Chill, man! I kid, I kid! This some jokes, damn... Why so serious? Yo lemme tell ya something. I like your surname, boy. Blood. That some gangsta shit. Wanna know what else I like to do? Do ya?"

Brad laughs as well, thinking that Tyler is just playing games. Naïve, definitely.

Brad Blood: "You like to touch yourself while thinking of Boulder? Oh oh, you look forward to jobbing to The Lad Cartwright?"

Tyler reaches into the right pocket of his cargo shorts.

Tyler Norton: "Hahaha! Yeah yeah! Lemme tell you something boy, I think you - AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Tyler takes off a combat knife out of his pocket and stabs Brad Blood. He hugs the guy, knife still into his abdomen and whispers in his ears. The camera shakes, most likely in fear.

Tyler Norton: "Say something funny now, bitch. C'mon... Do it. Say hi to Julie for me, punk. You think Cartwright is extreme? HUH!? YOU THINK THAT MOTHERFUCKA IS BRINGING CHAOS TO RING OF CHAOS!? THAT MOTHERFUCKA AIN'T SHIT! I'M THE DEFINITION OF CHAOS IN HERE! OPEN THE ROC DICTIONARY AND LOOK FOR CHAOS....... THE DEFINITION IS MY MUGSHOT, HOMEBOY!"

Tyler pushes the guy who falls back, bleeding. Then, he punches the camera. Black screen.

Tyler Norton: "I dare ya to bring more CHAOS in this bitch than me, Cartwright... I DARE YA!"

Silence.






The camera fades-in to show The Bringer Of Chaos, The Chaotic, The Swagtastic Lad that everyone knows and loves, Cartwright. After his actions on the previous Ring Of Cartwright show, he earns himself a healthy mixed reaction, which is music to his nonexistent ears. Cartwright is backstage and appears to be all alone, which may have been upsetting to him, if he gave a single FUKE about anyone else. Why should Cartwright give a single FUKE about anyone else? They don't give a single FUKE about him, so everyone can FUKE OFF!

Cartwright: "Hey all you CUNTS! Look at me! I'm speaking in English this time! Wow! I'm so verbally gifted! That must make all of you CUNTS very happy because all you DUMB NUTS only know one language, you RETARDS! Ring Of CUNTS is what all of you fans are! I fucking hate you all! Eat shit, choke on it and die! Thanks! That will make me a very happy skeleton! Nothing warms my dark soul more than the mass suicide of the mentally challenged! If you all don't do it, I will just have to PAP you all myself when I make my way out to the ring later tonight!"

Jim Jackson: "That explains why he decided to go about swinging a steel chair at all the fans last show after he slapped me so hard that I pissed myself, the arsehole!"

Kevin Steam: "STFU."

The crowd boos Cartwright loudly for the mean things he said about them, even though they are all true. Cartwright makes a gun sign with his right hand and shoots his load into the camera. Despite the lack of fluid, it is still more impressive than what AK-14 was able to produce a fortnight ago in a very public self-touching session.

Cartwright: "Hey hey, listen to this, you cock gobblers! I have very important things to say to you semen slurpers, so pay attention all of you cum guzzling sluts! So, apparently I am a danger to those around me, which is why I have been kept backstage here! That's not what I see though! I see a company that couldn't afford to replace Rey Rodriguez's Mum after I piledrived her into the mat! I see a company with no insurance after I attacked its fans! I see a wrestling promotion that can't handle TRUE chaos!"

Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOO!"

Jim Jackson: "What was the point of doing that?! It didn't prove anything to us other than that he is a PRICK!"

Kevin Steam: "STFU."

Cartwright: "AK-14, Tyler Norton, prides himself on being a force for chaos! He is the ROC Chaos Champion, after all! But what do I see him do?! I see him WANKING inside the ring, over a FAT BLOKES ARSE, in-front of CHILDREN! That isn't chaos, that's being a SICK FREAK! I bet that was the best orgasm he has ever gave himself because there's no way that guy has been with a woman! While he is tossing himself off, I defeated Ravenous in a brutal match that made him feel so bad that he tied a rope around his neck and hung himself! One less moron in the world! If Tyler Norton does the same after tonight, he will do the world another favor, just like Ravenous did! Losing to me isn't that shameful, it's just that after a match with me, everyone realises that there is nothing left to achieve in their miserable little lives!"

Jim Jackson: "I do have to agree with Cartwright that Tyler is a weird fellow! But talking about wrestlers killing themselves and laughing about it is in bad taste!"

Kevin Steam: "STFU."

Cartwright pretends to jack-off a steel chair that he is holding, mocking AK-14 with the greatest of ease.


Cartwright: "It seems that your current reigning and defending ROC Chaos Champion knows that his time is up, because tonight, he defends his title against the master of chaos! Tyler decided to try and top me by stabbing colour commentator Brad Blood earlier tonight! Was Tyler trying to scare me?! I ain't scared! It shows that HE is the one who is SCARED! He should be scared! Tyler obviously saw that my brand of chaos is much more powerful than whatever he can attempt to do! I'm surprised he didn't take another dump in the ring or point at a cows anus as he has done before!"

The titantron shows an image of Tyler Norton fingering a cows arsehole, followed by Tyler raping the same cow in a second image with his tiny peen and then drinking its milk in a third image. The cow doesn't look like it is feeling anything.

Jim Jackson: "Remove that image! There are children here this week too! I can't believe this!"

Kevin Steam: "STFU."

Cartwright: "That was an offal thing to do! Tyler, you udderly ridiculous man! Your moo is worse than your milk, and we all saw how bad your milk was on the last show! Tonight, you will have a beef with me because you will find out what real chaos is and I will beat you so badly that you will be longing for your mothers breasts to suck on to make you feel better again! But knowing you, you incestuous Southerner, that's already a daily family event for you!"

Crowd: "MOO! MOO! MOO! MOO! MOO!"

Cartwright: "It's time for the master of chaos to take what is rightfully his! I am Cartwright! I am everything that you all wish that you could be! I am The Man! I am The Beeest! I do what I want and nobody can stop me! I am free of any care that I ever had for anyone else and that makes me the most dangerous person on this dump of a planet that you all call Earth! Now get that camera out of my face, you weak, insufferable, pathetic individual before I make Brad Bloods stabbing look like a walk down to the dairy farm!"


The cameraman quickly backs-away with Cartwright staring a hole through the cameraman with his menacing yet alluring eyes.

Jim Jackson: "Cartwright vs Tyler Norton for the Ring Of Chaos Chaos Championship! This is going to be huge!"

Kevin Steam: "I've herd enough from you already and I just joined you at the commentary table."


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Re: Chaos Supreme 08/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 22, 2016 7:35 am





VS

Jim Jackson:  "And now on to the main event of the evening!  Tyler Norton shall be defending his RoC Chaos Title against Cartwright!  Unfortunately tonight my partner Brad Blood shall not be joining us after an incident backstage the reigning Chaos Champ.  Instead, let's welcome to the announce table Mr. Kevin Steam."

Kevin Steam: "Hello ladies and germs, I will be replacing the beloved Brad Blood tonight due to his violent murking earlier. Hopefully, this will go on for a few weeks like CM Punk's announcing run in 2010."

Alice Aoi:  "The following contest will be a chaos match scheduled for one fall and it will be for the ROC CHAOS CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first the challenger, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 205 pounds, hailing from Funky Town, The Lad... CARTWRIGHT!"

The crowd cheers as Cigaro by System Of A Down hits the arena. Cartwright enters the arena with a steel chair in his hand. Cartwright is wearing an amazing skeleton suit with a fantastic black glitter robe over the top of it. He struts on his way to the ring down the ramp because he KNOWS that he is the best! Cartwright enters the ring and plays chair guitar in the middle of the ring as sparklers sparkle on each turnbuckle.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing in at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 254 pounds, hailing from Mississippi, U.S.A...  He is the current and reigning RoC Chaos Champion... AK-14... TYLER NORTON!"

Machine gun shots echo all over the arena. The crowd cheers once the big screen displays the following Tyler "AK-14" Norton, which is written above a slow-motion video of a bunch of bikers riding Harley Davidsons and custom Choppers on a dirt road toward a stunning sunset.

Then, the jumbo tron shows a compilation of AK-14's videos, a bunch of flashes displaying his strongest moves, disrespectful in-ring & backstage actions and big accomplishments such as his gauntlet match victory & the RoC Battle Royal one. The video is concluded by the man's logo.




Tyler "AK-14" Norton pops through the curtains aisle once "Debonaire" by Dope hits the arena's PA. He smacks his chest twice and lifts up both hands displaying the rock sign. Then, he stands at the top of the ramp while his arms are stretched to the sides, the spark pyros surrounding his back make the crowd go nuts as soon as they are activated. Tyler is wearing an all-black outfit which consists of a camouflage bandana, a leather vest that has his logo printed on its back, camouflage cargo shorts, military boots, knee supporters, elbow pads and camouflage combat gloves. He makes his way to the ring trash talking a couple of people as he descends the ramp. He even throws the middle fingers once he gets ringside.

Norton climbs up the ring and then the turnbuckle. He grabs his crotch and shows the middle fingers one more time. Despite the mixed reaction from the crowd, Tyler remains acting as if he does not care whatsoever. Finally, he takes off his vest and stretches his neck and arms preparing for the upcoming match.


Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!"

Kevin Steam: "AK-14 is a weird dude.. he keeps sending me messages where he details his sexual fantasies involving me."

Jim Jackson:  "Looks like the fans are rejecting our RoC Champ, it shows us despite being an ass most of the time, Brad Blood is well loved here in RoC."

Alice Aoi:  "The referee for this match is Jack B. Nimble.  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Being a chaos match weapons are littered all over the ring and ringside, Tyler Norton seems to have grabbed his favored chain with padlock while Cartwright has a trusty steel chair in hand.  Both men charge toward each other...  Tyler swings wide but Cartwright swats the chain away with his steel chair!  Ooh!  A chair shot right in the gut!  The champ falls to his knees.  Cartwright raises the chair high but AK-14 quickly rolls away sensing the imminent danger.  What can you say about Cartwright Kevin?"

Kevin Steam: "Cart is a LEGEND in this business. He did it all. Won gold, carried feds on his broken back and beat up worthless jabronies like the pathetic excuse of a man he is gonna be facing now."

Jim Jackson:  "Tyler Norton recomposes himself just as Cartwright charges in with the steel chair.  Norton manages to dodge and quickly steps behind Cartwright!  With his back against The Lad's back he drapes his chain over Cartwright's neck!  Cartwright runs up the ropes and flips over AK-14!  Big kick in the gut followed by a knee on the head rocks the chaos champ! Cartwright raises the steel chair over his head...  AK-14 quickly drops down and rolls out of the ring and into safety!"

Kevin Steam: "Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!  Remember the time AK-14 tapped to Alexander and lost the Elimination Chamber match CLEAN?"

Jim Jackson:  "Tyler Norton recomposes himself just as Cartwright charges in with the steel chair.  Norton manages to dodge and quickly steps behind Cartwright!  With his back against The Lad's back he drapes his chain over Cartwright's neck!  Cartwright runs up the ropes and flips over AK-14!  Big kick in the gut followed by a knee on the head rocks the chaos champ! Cartwright raises the steel chair over his head...  AK-14 quickly drops down and rolls out of the ring and into safety!  AK-14 thinks he's safe but Cartwright comes charging through the ropes...  Suicide dive through the ropes takes Tyler Norton down!  The crowd goes wild!"

Crowd:  "THIS IS AWESOME!  THIS IS AWESOME!"

Jim Jackson:  "Cartwright is on fire!  Cartwright grabs a shopping cart outside the ring...  He rams it into AK-14 sandwiching the champ between the cart and the steel railings!  Cartwright grabs Tyler Norton...  LOW BLOW!  LOW BLOW FROM THE CHAOS CHAMP!  Cartwright buckles to his knees!  Remember folks, this match is anything goes, no rules!  Tyler whips his chain around...  The padlock attached to it smashes into the side of Cartwright's head!  Norton for the cover!  Will he retain?  Any thoughts Kevin?"

Kevin Steam: "Jim, I know I'm attractive and irresistible, but please give me some space."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Riiiiiiiiight...  It looks like Cartwright can still take more punishment as he staggers to get back up his feet...  Tyler Norton prepares to whip the chain again...  CARTWRIGHT CATCHES IT!  He pulls Tyler in and takes AK-14 down with a stiff lariat!  Norton staggers to his feet, Irish whip sends him crashing into the steel steps!  Tyler slumps down with his back to the steps, Cartwright grabs a STOP sign and places it on Tyler...  He distances himself...  Cannonball right into Norton!  The crowd goes wild!  Cartwright just put his own body on the line with that move."

Crowd:  "HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!"

Kevin Steam: "Cart is demolishing AK-14 right now! His anus is gonna have a huge gap in it when this is done!"

Jim Jackson:  "Cartwright hooks Tyler Norton's leg...  Wait what's that music playing?"

Kevin Steam: "What in the name of fuck is going on?!"

Tank by The Seatbelts blasts through the stadium speakers. As the beginning baseline of the song nears it's end, Rey Del Jazz bursts out from the backstage area with his saxophone in his hands, the mouthpiece to his lips. A blue spotlight shines down on him as he plays the beginning saxophone part of the song.

Jim Jackson:  "IT'S REY DEL JAZZ!  HE'S CASHING IN HIS TITLE SHOT RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!  THIS MATCH HAS JUST BECOME A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!  Cartwright releases Tyler Norton just as Rey comes towards him with a flying knee strike!  Cartwright manages to block it and counters with a spinning high kick but Rey Del Jazz ducks low!  Cartwright follows up with a leg sweep but Rey leaps up to the apron!  Hurricanrana from Rey takes The Lad down!  Tyler is regaining his bearings...  He staggers back up to his feet...  Rey dropkicks him back into the steel steps!  Rey looks under the apron and pulls out a table!  He sets the table up and lays AK-14 on top of it...  Rey Del Jazz climbs to the top turnbuckle...  450 SPLASH...  TYLER NORTON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!  REY CRASHES INTO THE TABLE!"

Kevin Steam:  "What a dolt."

Crowd:  "HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!"

Jim Jackson:  "Tyler Norton turns Rey Del Jazz over and hooks the leg...  No!  Cartwright smashes a flourescent tube into Norton's back breaking the pinfall attempt!  Cartwright throws AK-14 back into the ring and leaps up to the apron...  Slingshot clothesline takes the champ down!  Tyler staggers back to his feet...  German suplex from Cartwright sends him back down to the canvas!  Cartwright grabs a steel chair and lays it on top of Tyler Norton, he's climbing to the top turnbuckle...  FLYING LEG DROP!!!  Cartwright for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Kevin Steam:  "Rey just pulled the ref from the ring!  Hey, whatever works right?"

Jim Jackson:  "Cartwright with a slingshot crossbody to the outside takes out Rey Del Jazz!  He stomps on Rey a couple of times before leaping back up to the apron. Cartwright enters through the ropes...  A desperate chair shot from Tyler Norton clocks him on the head!  Cartwright crumples to the canvas!  Tyler Norton hits a couple more chair shots into Cartwright's back before going for the cover!"

Kevin Steam: "I once saw AK-14 skipping around backstage a in a skirt. Dead serious."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Jim Jackson:  "Cartwright gets a shoulder up!  Tyler Norton kicks Cartwright's gut and applies a front facelock. Next, he drapes Cartwright's near arm over his shoulder and lifts up Cartwright to an upside-down position. Tyler insanely shouts "I just kicked your ass!!" as he holds Cartwright in the peak of the arc for a couple of seconds and then slam Cartwright on the mat executing the Reality Check.  THAT SHOOK THE RING!  THIS IS POSSIBLY IT!  TYLER NORTON HOOKS THE LEG!"

Kevin Steam: "If AK-14 wins this match, I'm gonna chop a nut off like Supernatural."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thre..."

?:  "THAT'S HIM!  THAT'S THE MAN WHO TRIED TO MURDER MY FATHER!"

Everyone's attention focuses on the source of the voice on top of the entrance ramp and discover it's from none other than Xavier Blood.  Suddenly a squad of officers rush into the ring and one of them tackles Tyler Norton.

Kevin Steam:  "Shit is going down boiiiiiiiii~!"

Jim Jackson:  "Police officers are arresting Tyler Norton.  They are now reading him his Miranda rights!"

Officer:  "Mr. Norton, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Mr. Brad Blood.  You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law.  You have a right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, the state shall provide one for you."

Jim Jackson:  "Tyler Norton has been cuffed and is being dragged out of the ring by the officers!  The crowd are chanting!"

Crowd:  "NAH NAH NAH NAH!  NAH NAH NAH NAH!  HEY HEY HEY~!  GOODBYE!  NAH NAH NAH NAH!  NAH NAH NAH NAH!  HEY HEY HEY~!  GOODBYE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Wait it seems like the match shall continue without Tyler Norton!  Rey Del Jazz slips into the ring, he sees Cartwright still down after taking AK-14's finisher!  Rey for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Cartwright kicks out!  What a fighter!  Rey Del Jazz grabs a shinai...  He starts attacking Cartwright's back with it!  Cartwright screams in pain! Rey picks Cartwright up...  Body slam!  Rey Del Jazz with a running senton...  He flattens Cartwright!  Rey hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Cartwright still kicks out!  Rey Del Jazz slips out of the ring and grabs a...  KITCHEN SINK!  He raises the sink over his head...  Cartwright rolls away at the last moment!  Cartwright leaps into the ropes, springboard dropkick sends Rey flying!  The crowd starts cheering for both men."

Crowd:  "LET'S GO CARTWRIGHT!  LET'S GO REY!  LET'S GO CARTWRIGHT!  LET'S GO REY!"

Jim Jackson:  "Cartwright has trouble getting back up to his feet after that springboard dropkick, looks like he still hasn't fully recovered from AK-14's finisher...  While the opponent is bent over Rey Del Jazz underhooks his right arm and swings his legs over the arm. The momentum of the swing causes the opponent to flip over landing into an armbar.  Cartwright is reaching for the ropes...  He's too far away!  CARTWRIGHT REFUSES TO TAP!  The ref checks on Cartwright's hyper-extended shoulder...  I think Rey dislocated Cartwright's shoulder! HE'S CALLING FOR THE BELL!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of the match via submission and NEW ROC CHAOS CHAMPION...  The Jazzman...  REY DEL JAZZ!"

Jim Jackson:  "WE HAVE A NEW CHAOS CHAMPION!  REY DEL JAZZ CASHED IN HIS TITLE SHOT AND WALKED AWAY WITH THE PRIZE TONIGHT!  What a turn of events!  Of course, Tyler Norton will probably have a lot to say about this, when he gets out of prison...  And you have to admire Cartwright's spirit, he didn't tap but since his shoulder got dislocated, the ref had no choice but to call for the bell! EMTs are now checking up on Cartwright. Thank you for joining me tonight Mr. Steam, any last words?"

Kevin Steam: "What an episode! I have no idea what I just witnessed and it's not just because I'm high! Don't forget to tune in for our next show! Shut up, Jim!"






Jim Jackson:  "What a night!  What a night!  To everyone watching, let us all pray for Brad Blood to pull through, we still have no words on how my partner is doing."

Kevin Steam: "Sheesh!  What are you worrying about?  I'm here ain't I?!"

Jim Jackson:  "Are you serious?!  Brad has been..."

Kevin Steam: "Brad has been BLAH BLAH BLAH!!  Let's just end this show already, I have to meet some of my girls after this...  How do you go about it?  Good night and good fight!"

Jim Jackson:  "Ass!"



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