Chaos Supreme 11/27/2016

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Chaos Supreme 11/27/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Nov 28, 2016 5:13 am



VS

Jim Jackson: "Before we officially kick things off, let's have ourselves a dark match! Tonight, it's Little Wang versus Maximus Orgasmus."

Brad Blood: "A Little Wang against Maximus Orgasmus... Anyone seeing what I am seeing?"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 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 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! Maximus Orgasmus charges towards Little Wang who easily slips between his legs! Orgasmus turns around and Wang attacks him with a couple of really low kicks. Max-O shrugs off the attack and tries to punt Wang..."

Brad Blood: "He misses! Little Wang leaps to the ropes and springboards towards his opponent head first executing a Cannonball. Maximus doubles over in pain!"

Jim Jackson: "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's back feet first executing a Dwarf Stomp of Doom! Oh man Maximus Orgasmus is down! Little Wang for the cover..."

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

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "What an upset!"

Brad Blood: "Damn right it is, we certainly didn't see that cumming."








Jim Jackson: "Good evening and welcome to another great night of wrestling. We have a stacked show for you all this evening, kicking things off with the battle between two monsters, Aatrox and Boulder, following it up with a match between our own Thaddeus Rex defending the pride of RoC against Mister N. Of course we shouldn't also ignore the main event where Cecilia Christiansen will be fighting Rafik Arfah for his RoC World Title!"

Brad Blood: "Man, that card is enough to make me salivate! This is gonna be an awesome show indeed. Might as well get this show rolling then... IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






"Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing on the loud speakers as Lee Morrison steps forth from the entrance tunnel. He quickly makes his way down to the ring and grabs a mic before leaping up to the apron. Morrison enters the ring to the cheers from the crowd, he waits for them to settle down before he addresses them.

Lee Morrison: "Good evening... Tonight I would like to address a few issues concerning this feud brewing between the RoC Chaos Champion Gus and the former RoC Chaos Champion Rey Del Jazz. These two men have been at each others' throats for a while now. With Del Jazz even hiring wrestlers to pretend to be him whenever he loses and claiming Gus fought an impostor! Now of course, I am growing tired of his shenanigans and I do really want things to be settled between these two wrestlers. But to outright grant Mr. Del Jazz a RoC Chaos Title shot is definitely out of the question, specially after the stunt he pulled by ambushing Gus and taking the title and the ambush attack on Boy Bakla in the last show."

The crowd seems to agree with the general manager of RoC on the points he made.

Lee Morrison: "So I shall do this instead... Tonight, Gus shall team with Boy Bakla in a tag team match against Rey Del Jazz and Colton Charles Cai Cobb. If Gus' team win... Boy Bakla gets a title shot for the RoC Chaos Title, but if The Jazzman and C4 should win... Well, they both shall face Gus again for the RoC Chaos Title in a Triple Threat Chaos Match!"

The crowd reacts positively to the announcement Lee Morrison just made.

Lee Morrison: "I'm sure these conditions are acceptable to all the parties concerned... If not... TOUGH! I'm the Ring of Chaos General Manager and I HAVE SPOKEN!"

With that Lee Morrison drops the mic and exits the ring as his music begins to play again.






The camera switches on just as Boulder is seen walking down the ackstage area headed toward his locker room.

Cameraman: "Boulder mind giving a few words to the audience before your match tonight?"

Boulder pauses for a quick second and stares at the cameraman.

Boulder: "No."

With a cold and shallow response Boulder turns his attention toward his locker room and proceeds to enter with the cameraman following close behind.

Cameraman: "No need to act that way, all I need is a quick response on how you feel about your match tonight?"

Boulder stops in his tracks and turns his attention to the cameraman.

Boulder: "I already told you no. I have other matters to attend to. I don't have time to be wasting on you or that loser Aatrox. Now get the hell our of here before I shove that camera up your ass."

Boulder makes his way toward the cameraman shoving him out of his locker room. He flips off the camera before slamming the door inches from the cameraman's face.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Alright, now next up is a match that will peak people's interests for sure. Boulder is set to go one on one with the monster Aatrox. Both men are brutes who should not to be taken lightly, but Aatrox in particular has been on a hot streak. Will Boulder be able to stop the Aatrox train in it's tracks?"

Brad Blood: "Boulder's ass seems big enough to stop a moving train. I can see it happening."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and 8 inches tall and weighing in at 485 pounds, hailing from San Antonio, Texas... BOULDER!"

"I'm too Sexy" by Right Said Fred fills the area as Boulder enters the arena. His attire consists of a pair of tight black wrestling briefs that wrap tightly around his ass showing off his muscular globes & a pair of black boots. Boulder slides into the ring and begins dry humping the air, sending a quick shout-out to the members of the audience. After a few moments he climbs a nearby turnbuckle and flexes his massive arms, showing off to the audience.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet and 8 inches tall and weighing in at 350 pounds, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri... AATROX!"

"Cradle of Filth" from Nymphetamine blasts through the arena as Aatrox comes out first as Manolo Firman walks from behind as they stop after a few steps and Aatrox does a pose to a signified pryo which comes out from behind before continuing to walk to the ring. Once Aatrox gets to the ring, Manolo stays outside and to a corner while Aatrox awaits his opponent.

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

DING! DING! DING!

Jim Jackson: "Aatrox immediately goes to lock up with Boulder holding him in a collar and elbow tie-up."

Brad Blood: "And Boulder wins the battle of strength, sending Aatrox crashing neck first into the mat with a display of raw force that leaves the big monster with stunned look on his face!"

Jim Jackson: "Is this the first time the masked freak ever been overpowered like this?! Look at Boulder! He's taunting his opponent with a flex!"

Brad Blood: "Aatrox is enraged! He jumps back to his feet.. only to get with a vicious running spear from Boulder that sends him crashing into the turnbuckle! Boulder might have just gave him the concussion of a lifetime! Aatrox is kinda out!"

Jim Jackson: "Boulder runs towards Aatrox to hit him with a huge boot to the face, knocking the big man down to the bottom of the turnbuckle.. OH NO! Good God.. are we gonna see this? Is this legit happening?"

Brad Blood: "He's gonna get a face full of man-ass! What the hell just happened?! He is getting wrecked!"

Jim Jackson: "Boulder steps closer and pulls his briefs down revealing his massive rump! Boulder begins to continuously slam his rear-end against Aatrox's face. Boulder begins to grind furiously completely humiliating Aatrox!"

Brad Blood: "It has been done! Aatrox's face has been filled with stink!"

Jim Jackson: "Boulder goes for a cover here.. it's gotta be done!"

Brad Blood: "Come on, get up!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "Well, I'll be damned. Aatrox's path of destruction has just been stopped in what I consider to be one of the biggest upsets of 2016. Absolute domination."

Brad Blood: "I heard Boulder is really into that kind of thing."



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Re: Chaos Supreme 11/27/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Nov 28, 2016 5:32 am



Julie Rodriguez stands backstage beside Thaddeus Rex as she begins an interview.

Julie Rodriguez: "I'm standing here backstage with Thaddeus Rex who shall be facing NFG's Mister N tonight! Thaddeus, two weeks ago, Mister N stepped into the RoC ring and issued a challenge, you stepped up first an accepted it. Any thoughts about your match tonight?"

Thaddeus Rex: "Thoughts? Not really Julie, the only thought I have in my mind right now is going out there and beating Mister N. I've seen tapes of his matches and he is impressive but I do believe I can take him. It will also send a message to the wrestling world that it won't be that easy to step into a RoC ring. Tonight I shall play the gatekeeper, and no one ain't passing through."

Julie nods and moves on to the next question.

Julie Rodriguez: "So any strategy you may want to employ tonight? Your win against Aatrox two weeks ago showed us a side which you never showed before."

Thaddeus Rex: "Well of course I have a strategy, no general goes into a fight without a battle plan, though I would keep my strategy under wraps. Just like what I did with Aatrox, he never saw it coming... After observing how he plows through his opponents with brute force, I know that I wouldn't win if I pit my brawn against his superior strength, so I went a different route. With all my experience in the ring, people tend to forget that I do have the experience and the technical know how to adapt and change my way of wrestling if needed be."

Julie Rodriguez: "So basically it's youth and power versus experience and skill? Any message for Mister N before we wrap things up?"

Thaddeus Rex: "Yeah, that about sums it up Julie but it ain't as simple as it sounds. I'm sure I'll have quite a battle tonight, still you can be sure that I will not fail Ring of Chaos. I shall stand strong and stand tall as I defend RoC against any and all invaders. If you are watching now Mister N, well... I hope you are prepared to find out what's it like to go back home to NFG with your tail tucked between your legs."

Julie Rodriguez: "Well said Thaddeus, and good luck tonight, do RoC proud."

Thaddeus Rex: "Thanks. Will do Julie."

With that Julie ends the interview as the scene slowly fades..






VS

Jim Jackson: "Man, oh man. Folks, it's time for the match that everyone in the ROC Universe in attendance have been heavily waiting for!"

Brad Blood: "Don't speak for me, because I couldn't care less."

Jim Jackson: "As I said, it's time for that match that EVERYONE in the ROC Universe has been waiting for. Our gatekeeper and multi-time champ, Thaddeus Rex will be going one on one with the disrespectful invader who came here from Morocco in order to do battle and prove his federation's so called superiority. Let's get things rolling!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York... THADDEUS REX!"

"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers as Thaddeus Rex wearing a hooded robe steps through the smoke and stops at the top of the entrance ramp. He shrugs off his hood as a mixed reaction comes from the crowd which is the result of the recent life changes he made. He makes his way to the ring and leaps to the apron and lets out a loud roar before he enters the ring. He flexes and stretches to loosen up before heading to his corner to wait for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next..."

Before Alice can finish her sentence, a staff member from ringside slides into the ring and walks up to Alice, whispering something to her ear. Alice nods and the staff member leaves.

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentleman, it seems that Mister N is unable to compete in tonight's event as a result of his plane flight being delayed for a number of hours which will cause him to miss the show.. therefore, the match has officially been canceled."

Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jim Jackson: "What?! What a shame!"

Brad Blood: "Look at this little shit, he gets a chance to prove himself on the grandest stage in wrestling and he fucking no-shows. Punk bitch.."

Jim Jackson: "Poor Rex.. his face tells us all we need to know. Full of disappointment for sure."

Brad Blood: "More like full of anger and rightfully so.. fuck Mister N."

Jim Jackson: "Well, this sucks. We're gonna take a commercial break for a quick minute and be right back with more action to make up for this let down."

Brad Blood: "Mister N means Mister No-Show!"





Boy Bakla knocks and enters The Psychopath Gus' locker room.

Boy Bakla: "So... I gather you heard the announcement earlier tonight... It seems we shall be fighting together against Rey Del Jazz and Colton Charles Cai Cobb."

The Transsexual Superstar shuts the door before continuing what she has to say.

Boy Bakla: "We both have a beef with Rey Del Jazz, specially after the shit he pulled on both of us two weeks ago. We may not have anything in common, but at least we do not harbor any enmity towards each other and as the cliché goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend... Now of course I do not expect instant chemistry between us, this is our first time tagging together, but we do have the experience being in a tag team, you yourself once held the RoC Tag Team title..."

Bakla pauses and tries to study Gus but cannot read the RoC Chaos Champ.

Boy Bakla: "Yes, it is true that I shall get a shot at your title if we should win, so I do have a vested interest in our victory. But we do share a common goal which precedes that... To put Rey Del Jazz in his place and for that to happen, we do have to work together. His partner C4 is no pushover too, you fought him two weeks ago so you should know what he's capable of. Now I am not looking to become your bosom buddy just want to make sure we have an understanding."

Boy Bakla waits to see if Gus will respond.


Gus: "Yeah, when I heard these news, it got me thinking. It's not an ideal situation for me. No matter what's the result of this match, next show I'll put my Chaos title on the line. So I don't think I have any other option except working with you. And the truth is that I want to kick Rey's ass so bad!"

Gus pauses for a moment and stands up. He strokes his hair.

Gus: "You know, I'm not a pussy. Every single night I'm fighting, I want to win. That's what I'll do tonight. We have to co-operate. We have to work together in order to win those bastards, because they have a lot of experience and Rey can pull a lot of tricks. They can be really dangerous, if we're not careful enough. So for this match only let's work together. As you noticed too, we both share a hatred for Rey Del Jazz, so this is the perfect moment for both of us to get the revenge we've been seeking. And we can't waste this chance. Let's kill that stupid Mexican. But, don't get any weird thoughts on your head. After this match, we're opponents again and I won't show you any mercy. You shouldn't either. Also, don't try to do anything stupid, like backstabbing me. I won't tolerate this and this means that you're not gonna like the outcome."

Gus pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath. Boy Bakla has a really thoughtful expression.

Gus: "So are you good with this? You agree to work with me just for tonight? We're gonna literally kill Rey del Jazz and C4 and next show, we're gonna fight for MY Chaos title. I think both of us win with this choice. We both get our revenge against the Mexican dolt, I won't put my title on the line versus two opponents and you get a title shot. So are we good?"

Gus extends his right hand to Boy Bakla in order to shake hands and he waits for Boy Bakla's response.


Boy Bakla accepts Gus' hand and gives it a firm shake.

Boy Bakla: "You don't have to worry about any backstabbing Gus, tonight I only have my sights on one thing and one thing alone... Getting back at Rey for that cowardly attack I suffered two weeks ago. That Mexican messed with the wrong chika and will get his ass handed back to him tenfold."


Gus is pleased with Boy Bakla's response and it's pretty obvious in his wide smile.

Gus: "I'm happy that we decided to co-operate. I'm sure, that if we work together we can destroy them. We may not have the chemistry of proper tag team, but we both know really well how to be a part of a tag team and how to deal with these situations. Now, you'll allow me to have some time in order to prepare for the match."

The camera fades out as Boy Bakla is leaving the locker room.






BAM! BAM! BAM!

With each kick the heavy bag reverberates and lifts with the force sent into it by Colton Charles Cai Cobb. The man dubbed as The Charismatic Crippler grins as he seems pleased with the results of his strikes when he notices the camera focus on him. He motions for the cameraman to move in closer.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "Spying on me eh? You work for Gus or that thing that had his pecker replaced with a vagina?"

The camera shakes as the cameraman shakes his head in denial.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "Ease up, I jest. Well I supposed I am supposed to say something to the viewers? A message to my opponents or my partner? Honestly I don't give a shit... I don't really care about my tag partner tonight or my opponents tonight. What I care about is to show the world the I, Colton Charles Cai Cobb shall bring blood and pain to the ring tonight. That I shall be the harbinger of chaos and not Gus nor Bakla shall stand in my way... And if my partner Rey becomes a hindrance... Well, I'm gonna take that saxophone of his and stick it up somewhere where the sun don't shine. Now go away and let me finish my training."

The cameraman backs away and exits the gym quickly as the scene ends and C4 begins to strike at the heavy bags anew.

BAM! BAM! BAM!






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VS

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Jim Jackson: "Well the next match is quite a predicament. Gus will be teaming up with Boy Bakla against the team of Colton Charles Cai Cobb and Rey Del Jazz, if C4's and The Jazzman's team wins, both men will get a title shot for the RoC Chaos Title next week in a triple threat. If Boy Bakla and Gus wins, well then, Bakla gets a title shot at the RoC Chaos Title."

Brad Blood: "Certainly an interesting turn of events, our general manager is certainly a genius when it comes to booking matches. So let's give the mic to Alice for the introductions."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing the first, with a combined weight of 425 pounds, the team of BOY BAKLA AND GUS!"

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.

"Eyeless" by Slipknot begins playing as Gus walks down the entrance ramp, wearing a straitjacket. He is accompanied by a nurse. He screams in rage and then he talks gibberish. Before entering the ring, the nurse removes his straitjacket and then she quickly gets away. Gus screams "Die" at the top of his lungs and then he enters the ring.


Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, with a combined weight of 454 pounds, the team of COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB AND REY DEL JAZZ!"

Bond's "Explosive" starts blaring out of the speakers as smoke starts to rise from the edge of the platform. A light show flashes as the silhouette of the penultimate wrestler, Colton Charles Cai Cobb steps through the smoke. With a smirk on his face and an air of arrogance, he makes his way to the ring ignoring the loud boos which echo the ringside. He enters the ring, flexes and stretches waiting for the match to begin.

"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. Rey sways his body vigorously while walking down the ramp and playing his golden instrument. Rey then slides into the ring and continues to swag around the ring while jazzing out. The lights then dim as the music stops and Rey slides to his knees in the middle of the ring, to perform a sexy sax solo.


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! Seems like it's Gus and Rey Del Jazz starting off for their respective teams. Gus and Rey have had their differences these past weeks and it seems they decide to brawl it out! Both men start trading shots in the middle of the ring throwing caution to the wind! It's The Psychopath who seems to be getting the upper hand in the brawl! Del Jazz is slowly being sent back into the the ropes... Gus sets up for a big windmill punch... Rey ducks! He slips behind Gus and leaps up for a backstabber... NO! Gus clings on to the ropes and Rey slams into the canvas himself!"

Brad Blood: "Whoa! Big elbow drop by Gus connects! Gus starts to drag Rey to their corner... A couple of stomps stops Rey from wriggling. Tag to the tranny! Gus has Rey in a full nelson hold... Big knee to the gut by Bakla doubles Rey over! Bakla begins to bitchslap Rey with ferocity! Ooh... Those are gonna leave a mark."

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by Boy Bakla sends The Jazzman to the ropes... Rey Del Jazz bounces off the ropes and dodges a clothesline attempt. Rey bounces off the ropes once more and comes charging into Bakla... Somersault dropkick by The Transsexual Superstar sends Rey reeling into the ropes... Rey comes bounding back, Bakla with a cutter... No! Rey shoves him off! Bakla turns around... Superkick by Rey!"

Brad Blood: "NO! Bakla dodges at the last moment and counters with an enzuigiri! Rey falls to his knees! Bakla off the ropes, running dropkick into Rey's back! Bakla with a standing moonsault connects! The tranny hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Tw..."

Jim Jackson: "Rey Del Jazz kicks out! Boy Bakla takes Del Jazz's back... German suplex attempt... No! The Jazzman lands on his feet! Bakla with a spinning backfist... Rey dodges and leaps to their corner... Tag to The Charismatic Crippler! Colton Charles Cai Cobb enters the ring and blocks a high kick from Bakla! Lariat almost decapitates The Transsexual Superstar! Bakla staggers to her feet... And walks right into a body slam! C4 for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One..."

Brad Blood: "Bakla kicks out at one and staggers back to its feet. C4 grabs the tranny from behind... Back elbows from Bakla connects and C4's grasp loosens! Bakla uses the chance and gets a tag! Gus comes running in and takes C4 down with a huge clothesline! Colton rises back to his feet... Gus charges towards him once more... C4 ducks and Gus continues on to the ropes and bounces back... RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER! C4 for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One..."

Jim Jackson: "Gus kicks out! Colton Charles Cai Cobb lifts Gus up and sends him to the canvas with a vertical suplex! Colton Charles Cai Cobb lies on his opponent's back at a 90° angle, putting all of his weight on the opponent to prevent him from moving. He then hooks his opponent's arm and pulls it back into his opponent's body executing a Short Fuse. Submission locked in! Gus struggles to reach for the ropes... He's just a few inches away... He takes one final lunge..."

Brad Blood: "And Gus makes it! C4 releases the hold and quickly kicks The Psychopath in the ribs! Gus pulls himself up on the ropes.. C4 comes charging in... Gus ducks the clothesline attempt and counters with an European uppercut! Gus starts throwing big chops to C4's chest lighting him up..."

Crowd: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jim Jackson: "The Psychopath has C4 backed into the corner with those chops... Wait! Colton Charles Cai Cobb blocks the next chop and brings his knee up into Gus' chin! Cobb starts throwing some big punches sending Gus reeling! He grabs Gus in a front waistlock... Belly to back suplex by C4 slams Gus into the turnbuckles spine first!"

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

Brad Blood: "Oh man, Gus is down! C4 may have just broken the RoC Chaos champ in half! C4 is not done! He pulls Gus from the corner and pulls him to his feet! Colton Charles Cai Cobb puts his opponent in a front facelock, he then hooks his tights, and lifts him up vertically. Colton Charles Cai Cobb then jumps up and falls on to his back so that the opponent lands on his head executing a Detonator! C4 for the cover!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Gus kicks out at two! He tries to crawl towards Boy Bakla's hand... C4 pulls him away and brings The Psychopath to their corner! He tags in Rey Del Jazz! The Jazzman starts disrespecting Gus, slapping him around while he's on the mat. Del Jazz from the ropes... Springboard corkscrew legdrop on Gus! He hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "Gus kicks out! Rey goes high risk and climbs up to the top turnbuckle... He leaps for a senton splash... NO! GUS GETS HIS KNEES UP AT THE LAST MOMENT AND REY'S BACK SLAMS INTO THEM! Ooh! Both men are down! Gus slowly crawls to his corner while Rey also tries to crawl towards his partner. Both men tag in their partners at the same time! Bakla and C4 charges into the ring!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla dodges the clothesline attempt and hits the ropes... Springboard crossbody... No! Colton Charles Cai Cobb catches her! C4 hauls Bakla up on his shoulders... No! Bakla reverses it into a tornado DDT! Rey Del Jazz comes running in... Bakla dodges it! REY GETS CUT DOWN WITH A SPEAR FROM GUS! Gus hauls Rey up and slams him into C4! Bakla leaps up to the top turnbuckles... SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON BOTH DEL JAZZ AND C4!!! The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood: "The ref sends Gus out to the apron while Bakla shoves Rey through the bottom rope to the outside. The tranny quickly hooks C4's leg..."

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

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb kicks out! C4 slowly rises to his feet... Boy Bakla grabs its opponent's hair and pulls it hard executing a horrible Bad Hair Day! Springboard elbow drop by Bakla! No! C4 rolls away at the last moment! As Bakla rubs her elbow... C4 pulls himself up... Bakla grabs C4 in a waistlock... No! Cobb reverses it! German suplex by The Charismatic Crippler! C4 staggers to the corner as Bakla slowly rises to her feet... Three point stance charge! Colton almost broke The Transsexual Superstar in half! C4 hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "The tranny kicks out at two! Colton drags the fruitcake to their corner and tags in his partner! Rey off the top turnbuckle.... Bakla rolls away at the last moment dodging the flying double foot stomp! Bakla rolls back to its feet... Leaping knee strike from Rey knocks Bakla back into the ropes! Rey comes charging in... Bakla ducks low... Back body drop sends Rey over the top rope!"

Jim Jackson: "Rey Del Jazz lands on the apron! Del Jazz with an enzuigiri... No! Boy Bakla ducks and counters with a discus clothesline! Del Jazz falls into the apron! Bakla staggers to Gus' outstretched arm... She gets a tag! Gus enters the ring and leans over the top rope pulling Del Jazz up... The Jazzman counters with a jawbreaker from out of nowhere! Gus reels back allowing Rey the space to enter the ring safely... Rey kicks Gus in the midsection and attempts a DDT..."

Brad Blood: "No! DDT attempt blocked by Gus! Gus breaks free and throws a big right... Rey dodges it and counters with a spinning side kick... No! Gus catches his leg and counters with a dragon leg screw! Rey goes down! Rey slowly rises to his feet... Gus grabs him and whips him around... Gut-wrench suplex! Gus for the cover!"

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

Jim Jackson: "The Jazzman gets a shoulder up! Irish whip by Gus sends Rey Del Jazz into the corner! Gus run at Rey Del Jazz, who is upright in the corner, and jumps forward so that he splashes his whole body stomach-first into his opponent, crushing him between his body and the turnbuckle executing an Anesthesia!"

Brad Blood: "Ooh! He just flattened Rey but he's not done! Another Irish whip sends Rey into the opposite corner! us run at Rey Del Jazz, who is upright in the corner, and jumps forward so that he splashes his whole body stomach-first into his opponent, crushing him between his body and the turnbuckle executing a second Anesthesia! Rey collapses to the ground face first! Gus hooks the leg!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb comes in and breaks the three count with a stomp! Before C4 can do any more damage, Boy Bakla comes in and slams C4 with a superkick sending The Charismatic Crippler through the ropes and into the outside! C4 rises to his feet... Bakla leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive taking C4 out! The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood: "Rey staggers to his feet but Gus quickly grabs his head and starts laying down big forearm shots into Rey's head! Rey is rocked! Rey tries to desperately fight back but Gus easily swats away Rey's attack! Rey is not in a good place right now..."

Jim Jackson: "Rey Del Jazz tries to throw a right punch... Gus blocks it and lifts Rey up on his shoudlers... Fallaway slam! Rey tries to get up but stumbles around... Gus first lift Rey Del Jazz up over his head with arms fully extended, before lowering the arm under the head of the opponent so that the opponent falls to that side, while flipping over and landing on his back! OUT OF CONTROL! OUT OF CONTROL!"

Brad Blood: "Rey is not moving at all! Gus goes for the cover! This is it!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... The team of BOY BAKLA AND GUS!"

Jim Jackson: " And with that Gus disposes of Rey Del Jazz while his partner Boy Bakla gets a title shot on the next show for the RoC Chaos Title! What a match! What a match!"

Brad Blood: "Daaaaaaaaaamn, after all that talk, Rey succumbs to Gus... Again! I certainly hope Rey doesn't hire another hack actor to pretend to be him who lost the match tonight."



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Re: Chaos Supreme 11/27/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Nov 28, 2016 5:49 am



"Enveloped Ideas" by The Dawn starts playing on the P.A. system as the RoC Lightweight Champion Mandy Rigma leaps forth from the entrance tunnel.  With the lightweight title belt around his waist and the Philippine flag draped over his shoulders, The Filipino Fighter makes his way down the ramp.  Noticeably odd is the fact that Mandy this time ignores the hands of the fans asking to be high-fived, instead he brushes them off with an annoyed expression on his face.  Mandy enters the ring with a mic and quickly cuts to the chase.

Mandy Rigma:  "You know...  I've tried my best to be the champion you all need, the champion you all can look up to.  I've tried to be the champion that RoC can be proud of, but what do I get in return?  I get insults, I get memes, I get hate mail, I get mocked and trolled in social media, in Facebook and Twitter.  Mocking and trolling that I do not deserve."

Mandy takes a deep breath to regain his composure a bit.

Mandy Rigma:  "Every time I open up to try to connect to the fans, I get spammed by the RoC Lightweight division being nothing but a joke.  That the RoC Lightweight Title is nothing special, that it's nothing but a lower card title given to jobbers and wannabes sate them.  Well I fought hard for this title, which I should remind everyone that was held by greats like Alexander Melchiott and Johnny Fortune who later on became RoC World Champions themselves!  That is why I came out here tonight...  I came out here to issue an open challenge to anyone!  Whether you be a member of the Ring of Chaos roster or not...  I shall put the RoC Lightweight Title on the line and show everyone that the matches by the lightweight division is as good or even better than any high profile match here in RoC!  So any takers?"

Mandy raises the RoC Lightweight title above his head as the crowd wait to see if anyone will accept his call.


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 hood pulled up at the top of entrance ramp. He sits on a steel chair and calls for a microphone. With his now signature Wolf-Like grin he rips the microphone from the stagehands grasp and begins to speak.

Johnny Fortune: "An open challenge you say? Well Mandy, so kind of you to stick up for the Lightweight division as you have. It truly is fantastic that you want to bring prestige to the belt that I once wore proudly around my waist. However, there seems to be something you've forgotten. Unlike myself and Alexander Melchiott, you are nothing but a joke. A cute little meme spread around the internet, that makes everything that belt is seem like a joke. When you and I squared off last time, your reign was only saved by a man who now works underneath me as a servant to my will. For you are nothing but a mockery of what the Lightweight division could be."

The Chaotic God stands and brings himself and his steel chair into the ring.

Johnny Fortune: "And tonight, I fix this. In just a few moments I'm going to take that title that you've disgraced, and put it around my waist. For once again, I shall become the Ring of Chaos Lightweight champion. Your reign shall meet its unfortunate ending, then the BloodBound will have acquired one of the five championships this company has to offer."

The Fortunate One takes a brief pause before continuing.

Johnny Fortune: "But to think I'm finishing there, that would be heresy young Mandy. In all honesty, your defeat here tonight is merely a formality. I've always been one to look to the future, and my predictions have been rather accurate so far. So, once I take what rightfully belongs to me, I'm going to use the title shot the BloodBound won in order to take on either Cecilia or Rafik and regain my Ring of Chaos Championship. That is how you add prestige to this title, not by trying your best, but by being the best. You said I was one of the greats Mandy, tonight you will learn that you were mistaken. I'm the greatest champion RoC has ever and will ever know."

The Chaotic God sets up his chair and has a seat, shrugging off any threat that Mandy Rigma could pose.

Johnny Fortune: "But hey kid, you don't have to learn the hard way, not like Raymond had to. In fact, I'll even cut you a deal. Lay down here, and you can join the BloodBound and learn under my tutelage. Just know this, if you do decide to go the hard way: You'll wish you never took that belt off of The Daring One."

The Fortunate One lowers the microphone and awaits a response from Mandy Rigma.


Unimpressed by Fortune's taunts, Mandy walks closer and stops right in front of the former champion.

Mandy Rigma:  "A joke you say?  Well, let's see who's the bigger joke once I beat you in the ring tonight.  In fact...  Let's make things interesting...  If you manage to win against me tonight, I shall gladly join The Bloodbound..."

A loud gasp is heard from the crowd.

Mandy Rigma:  "As the matter of fact, I won't even demand anything out of you when you lose.  The humiliation you will experience losing to a wrestler you called a joke will be enough."

Mandy stares intently into Fortune's eyes...

Mandy Rigma:  "I can't wait to crush that ego you so proudly wear as a cloak.  I do respect your skill, I have seen what you can do, but respecting you as a person is a different story.  It will be my pleasure to wipe that smug look off of your face...  And what better way to prove to the crowd that the RoC Lightweight Champion is a legit threat than by beating a former RoC World Champion.  So what do you say Johnny?  Right here, right now!"

The Filipino Fighter lowers his mic and waits for The Fortunate One to respond.


Johnny Fortune rolls his eyes at Mandy Rigma's remarks and raises the microphone to his lips once more and lets out a heavy sigh.

Johnny Fortune: "Buddy, you've already lost. When you speak, I hear your voice quiver. It's like a teenager trying to sound like a big man when somebody eyes his girlfriend. You may swallow your fear as I am sitting here, but my friend you are nowhere near my league. Hell, you're not even in Raymond's league. Honestly I think Cam could out wrestle you. Do you truly and honestly believe that I'd care if you respect me as a person?"

The Chaotic God lets out an open-mouthed guffaw at the thought.

Johnny Fortune: "Come on now, Mandy, are you seriously that idiotic? I have an ego because I've earned it, I wear a smug grin because the competition I'm being brought is so weak that it's amusing at this point, the current Lightweight champion is no threat. I will become the Lightweight champion, and turn it into a title of prestige because I'm that god damned good."

The Fortunate One stands from his seat and tosses the chair outside of the ring and throws his jacket in Alice Aoi's face, and raises the microphone to his lips one last time.

Johnny Fortune: "You've got one more chance Mandy, or Cecilia and Rafik will have to wrestle in a slip and side made from your blood!"


Mandy Rigma:  "My voice quiver?!"

Mandy Rigma chuckles...

Mandy Rigma:  "Seems like you have some hearing problems mate...  I don't knee to act or sound like a big man to kick your ass, this title here...  I won this legitly and I would also legitly defend it against you tonight.  You say that I'm scared?  You're the one who is beating around the bush offering me a second chance after I said no to your request the first time...  What?  Didn't your kindergarten teacher tell you the meaning of NO?  Put up or shut up Johnny...  I'm not afraid of you and I'm definitely not afraid of anyone else in the locker room either...  I came from a proud bloodline of warriors, warriors who fought off the Spaniards despite their superior and advanced weapons AND WON.  And that's exactly what's gonna happen tonight, I'm gonna fight you and kick that ego of yours so far up your ass it's gonna get tangled up in your intestines.  So are you done talking co'z I'm itching to get started.  Let's get this going...  Ring the bell!"

Mandy stares down at The Fortunate One as the bell starting the match rings...




VS

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And the match begins without the usual introductions!  Mandy Rigma threw an open challenge and none other than Johnny Fortune came out and accepted the challenge.  A referee rushes into the ring as both men begin circling each other.  They lock arms and begin a grappling contest..."

Brad Blood:  "Mandy gets Johnny in a headlock!  No!  Johnny pushes free and gets a waistlock on the champ instead!  But Mandy slips free!  Johnny throws a punch but Mandy counters it into an arm drag...  Johnny rolls to his feet and ducks low dodging an enzuigiri from Rigma.  Fortune with a middle kick...  No!  Rigma catches his leg and throws it aside spinning Johnny around...  Mandy with a spin kick but Fortune blocks it and goes for a lariat...  Rigma with a somersault flip dodges it and lands a safe distance away from Fortune.  The crowd applauds at the exchange."

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

Jim Jackson:  "What a great show of technical prowess from both wrestlers...  The lightweight champ circles around while Johnny Fortune stretches out...  Both men begin to engage again...  Fortune gets Mandy Rigma's back with a waist lock but Mandy runs towards the ropes and uses it to launch himself over Fortune taking his back...  The Fortunate One connects with a back elbow connects!  Fortune with an Irish whip sends Mandy to the ropes...  Leaping shoulder block knocks the champ down!  Fortune for the cover but Mandy gets a shoulder up at one."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny lifts the champ up for a suplex attempt...  Mandy escapes and lands behind him.  Reverse neckbreaker by Mandy!  Johnny goes down!  Mandy hits the ropes...  Springboard corkscrew splash!  Mandy hooks the leg...  Johnny kicks out before the count of one and rolls away!  Both men leap back up to their feet and charge at each other.  Man this is intense!"

Jim Jackson:  "Mandy Rigma dodges a discus clothesline attempt by The Chaotic God, he hits the ropes for a springboard dropkick attempt...  Johnny Fortune ducks low and catches The Filipino Fighter as he lands...  Northern lights suplex pin attempt...  no!  Mandy rolls free and hits the ropes...  He bounces back with a low dropkick into Fortune's back!  Rigma for the cover with a forearm across Fortune's face..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny kicks out and rolls back to his feet.   Mandy comes charging in...  And he eats the sole of Fortune's foot!  Irish whip by Fortune sends Mandy to the ropes, he ducks down for a back body drop attempt...  Mandy counters with a sunset flip!  Both shoulders are down!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One..."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune kicks out at one!  Fortune leaps back up to his feet but The Filipino Fighter is waiting!  Mandy Rigma delivers a swift but powerful kick right into his opponent's chin executing an explosive Pinoy Pride...  Ooh!  Right in the kisser!  Fortune goes down but rolls out of the ring!  Good move by Fortune creating the distance to prevent Rigma from following up with another attack...  Wait...  Rigma runs towards the ropes...  He flips into a handstand before launching himself over the top rope with a corkscrew crossbody!  He takes Fortune out!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Mandy throws Johnny back into the ring...  He leaps into the ropes...  Springboard 450 splash!  Fortune is not moving!  Mandy hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Tw..."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune kicks out!  Mandy Rigma climbs up to the top turnbuckle...  No!  He took too much time and Fortune manages to leap to the ropes shaking them!  Rigma loses his balance and lands on his groin!  The Fortunate One staggers towards the corner and climbs up...  He grabs Mandy and sets the lightweight champ up...  SUPERPLEX!!!  That shook the ring!  Fortune goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "Mandy says nay and gets a shoulder up at two!  Lariat attempt by Fortune...  No!  Mandy ducks and leaps to the ropes...  Springboard hurricanrana by Mandy...  NO!  Johnny counters it into a running powerbomb into the turnbuckles!  OH MY GOD!  HE JUST BROKE RIGMA IN TWO!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Johnny hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Amazing despite that brutal turnbuckle powerbomb, Mandy Rigma still manages to kick out at two!  Rigma tries to crawl towards the ropes to pull himself up...   Johnny Fortune doesn't let him and kicks him in the back!   Mandy Rigma is lying on the ground facing the floor Fortune ties the legs of Rigma around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of Rigma's head and  brutally forces the head of Rigma to the ground with his foot. Mandy Rigma just experienced the Concussive Communion!  Fortune hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Mandy kicks out!  The crowd starts chanting for The Filipino Fighter!"

Crowd:  "MANDY!  MANDY!  MANDY!"

Jim Jackson:  "Mandy Rigma tries to answer to the chants from the crowd but Johnny Fortune knees him in the gut.  Fortune lifts him up and hits a body slam on the champ!  Johnny continues to brutally stomp on Rigma...  Rigma is helpless as The Fortunate One continues his assau...  Wait!  Rigma latches on to Fortune's leg!  He pulls Fortune down forcing him into a split!"

Brad Blood:  "Ohhh!  That looks painful...   Rigma slowly pulls himself up...  Fortune winces as he tries to get back up...  Mandy with an Irish whip...  No!  Fortune reverses!  Mandy Rigma leaps unto the ropes using it to launch himself where he spins his body in a corkscrew before bringing his leg down into his opponent's neck executing an exhilarating Katarungan!  Fortune is down!  Rigma hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "The Chaotic God kicks out!  Johnny Fortune leaps back up to his feet, The Filipino Fighter from behind rolls him up...  Both shoulders are down!  No!  Fortune reverses it...  No!  Mandy reverses it again!  Fortune kicks out and rolls away!  Mandy comes charging in...  Johnny leaps out of the way...  AND MANDY CRASHES INTO THE REFEREE!  The ref goes down!"

Brad Blood:  "Mandy turns around...  He blocks an uppercut from Johnny and counters it with an arm drag!  Johnny rolls back to his feet...  Fortune ducks under a clothesline from Rigma, Fortune's got a hold of Rigma from the back and lifts them up for a German suplex. Wait, he's not done, he brings up his arms and has put Rigma in a full nelson. Dragon suplex! He still isn't finished! Fortune has brought Rigma's arms behind their back. Tiger Suplex! Finally Fortune lets go! That's one deadly Deutsh Drache und Tiger!  Fortune for the cover...  THERE IS NO REFEREE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune realize that the ref is down...  He goes over to rouse the referee...  The lightweight champ starts to stir...  Mandy Rigma staggers to his feet...  He grabs Fortune and spins him around...  Mandy Rigma grabs hold of the opponent, and performs a moonsault while still holding on to the opponent, driving him down to the mat executing a breathtaking Filipino Flip!  Mandy hits his finisher on Fortune!  He drapes an arm over Fortune's chest...  The referee is still down!"

Crowd:  "ONE!  TWO!  THREE!  FOUR!  FIVE!"

Brad Blood:  "Wait!  The ref is beginning to stir...  The ref finally shakes the cobwebs off!"

Crowd:  "SIX!  SEVEN!  EIGHT!  NINE!  TEN!"

Brad Blood:  "The ref is up!  He notices the cover and starts to count!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "And Johnny Fortune gets a shoulder up!  Mandy Rigma would have won it there but the official was out for over ten seconds!  What a shame!  Mandy rolls towards the ropes and uses it to slowly pull himself up...  Fortune also starts to stir...  Fortune slowly rises up to his feet...  Rigma charges towards Fortune and right into a stiff elbow shot!   A knee to the gut bends the lightweight champ over...  Fortune wraps his hands around the back of Rigma's head and swiftly drives his knee into the head of Rigma! He might just have incapacitated Mandy Rigma with that move! What an Unfortunate End!  Mandy collapses to the ground!  Fortune for the cover...  This could be it!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thre..."

Brad Blood:  "Mandy gets his foot up on the bottom rope!  Johnny thought he had it there but Rigma manages to sense the bottom rope and gets his foot on it!  What a save!  Johnny gets up and pulls Mandy up with him...  Irish whip sends Mandy to the ropes...  No!  Mandy manages to cling on the top rope and stops himself from bouncing back!  Fortune charges towards Rigma...  Mandy Rigma delivers a swift but powerful kick right into his opponent's chin executing an explosive Pinoy Pride!  Fortune gets blasted to the other side of the ring and into the ropes!  Fortune bounces back into Rigma's shoulders...  The champ has Johnny in a fireman's carry!"

Jim Jackson:  "No!  Johnny Fortune starts throwing hard elbows to the side of Mandy Rigma's head!  Mandy staggers and Fortune leaps down!  Rigma with an enzuigiri...  No!  Fortune dodges!  Big axe kick from Fortune floors Rigma!  Rigma staggers to get up...  Fortune  takes the head  Rigma under his left arm with Rigma looking at the ceiling. Fortune just laughing all the way as he drives Rigma into the mat with a reverse DDT. Fortune wraps his legs around the torso of Rigma, he just started cranking the neck of Rigma back in a dragon sleeper! Fortune may just be trying to break the spirit of Rigma!  Rigma could pass out or tap at any moment! This is one case of Ill Fortune for Mandy Rigma!"

Brad Blood:  "Mandy is caught in the submission with no where to go!  Will he tap?!  Mandy is trying to reach for the ropes, stubbornly trying to find a way to escape the hold!"

Jim Jackson:  "He's locked in tight Brad and in the middle of the ring too...  I think I can see Mandy Rigma fading!  He needs to tap out...  Johnny Fortune adds more power to his submission hold..."

Brad Blood:  "I think his proud Filipino blood is not letting him tap...   Wait!  The ref is checking up on Mandy...  The ref is raising his arms in a X!  Mandy has passed out!  The match is over!  We have a new champ!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission and NEW ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION...  The Fortunate One, The Chaotic God...  JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune wins the RoC Lightweight Title once more!  Fortune takes the belt and raises it up in the air as the crowd boo loudly.   The Filipino Fighter fought a hard battle but tonight, The Chaotic God stands victorious."

Brad Blood:  "So with Johnny winning the Lightweight Title due to an open challenge, this means that him and The Bloodbound still have a title shot of their choosing...  When will they cash it in?  Does this mean The Bloodbound will be going after the RoC Tag Titles next?"






Julie Rodriguez motions for the cameraman to follow her as she steps in front of the door marked as belonging to Cecilia Christiansen. Julie takes a breath before knocking on the door. After a moment, the door opens to reveal Cecilia who is giving a rather nasty look, clearly unhappy at being bothered. Seeing Julie, Cecilia points a finger at her.

Cecilia Christiansen: "Oh no you don't. You're not coming in here; I have no patience for answering questions today."

Cecilia points at the cameraman.

Cecilia Christiansen: "You, however, may come in. I have a few things that I would like to say."

Julie looks annoyed at being put down, but nevertheless walks off as the cameraman steps into Cecilia's locker room. Sitting on the couch, as usual, is Erika Sonozaki. She takes a sip of sake as she eyes up the camera. Lexi Thorne can be seen leaning against a wall looking rather bored. Little Paru is in the background holding a stuffed bear as she listens to music. The bear has one of Paru's earbuds in its ear, joining Paru in listening to the music. The sound of the locker room door closing is heard before Cecilia walks into frame. Turning to face the camera, she begins to speak.

Cecilia Christiansen: "It is finally time for the future to begin. For too long we have had to suffer through undeserving champion after undeserving champion. Well, tonight that will all change. Thaddeus Rex's nepotism will finally be undone as I become the first female wrestler to become your RoC World Heavyweight Champion."

Cecilia covers her mouth as she gives a haughty laugh. With a look of confidence on her face, Cecilia continues her speech.

Cecilia Christiansen: "My opponent tonight did nothing to earn a title shot. He should have never become the champion. His opponents in his championship and in his reign did nothing to warrant title matches. It's a disgrace. Tonight, The Princess of the Wrestling World cements her place as the greatest wrestler on the planet! I will prove once more why I am the Queen of Ring of Chaos as I claim my crown! I will bring dignity and prestige to the title that has been dragged through the drudges of mediocrity for the past year. Tonight will mark-"

A cellphone's ringing cuts Cecilia off. Reaching into her pocket, Cecilia retrieves the ringing phone. She holds a finger up, signaling to the camera that she needs a minute as she answers the phone.

Cecilia Christiansen: "Hello? Dad? You've called to wish me luck in my match tonight? I don't require luck, but I appreciate the sentiment. It makes me happy that you will be watching tonight. You never really wanted me to get into this industry, so I am looking forward to proving that I can thrive in this environment. But let's be honest, that's no surprise; I can, after all, thrive in any situation. I'm a little overconfident? Dad, there's no reason to not be confident! My opponent is... I understand your point, Dad, anything can happen in the ring, but... alright Dad, I get it! Just watch me tonight, alright? There won't be any flukes happening in that ring. There is nothing that can prevent me from winning here tonight, trust me. It was nice talking to you, but I have to go. I'll see you on Thanksgiving."

Cecilia looks embarrassed for a moment as she turns even further away from the camera and speaks in a low tone.

Cecilia Christiansen: "I love you too, Dad. Goodbye."

Click.

Clearing her throat, Cecilia turns to face the camera once again.

Cecilia Christiansen: "It would appear that our time has run out. I assume you can see yourself out?"








VS

Jim Jackson: "And now on to our main event of the evening. Rafik Arfah shall be defending his RoC World Title against Cecilia Christiansen!"

Brad Blood: "Both are highly skilled competitors but I am going with Cecilia on this one... Rafik may be a strong champion but... BOOBS!"

Jim Jackson: "That just doesn't make any sense..."

Brad Blood: "Who cares about sense? Boobs Jim! BOOBS!"

Jim Jackson: "This conversation is getting retarded... Take it away Alice!"

Alice Aoi: "Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel... He is your current and reigning RING OF CHAOS WORLD CHAMPION... Mr. Shitpost, Shit Lord, The Supremacist, Cleaner of the Gene Pool... RAFIK ARFAH!"


"Hood Politics" by Kendrick Lamar hits and Rafik Arfah makes his route to the ring. He is wearing his vintage black sunglasses and a sexy leather jacket. He walks down the aisle with a look that screams confidence and his head raised high. Every woman in the arena instantly gets wet and starts gushing pussy liquid like it's the Niagara Falls (including his opponent for the night, Cecilia). He turns his back to the camera and stretches his arms outward and we see his shirt has the sentence "A1 Since Day 1" written on it. Rafik enters the ring and raises his world title high for the jealous marks to see. He is instantly handed a microphone because he is too damn good to ask for one.

Rafik Arfah: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of ROC IS.."

Rafik lowers the mic and pauses in order for the fans in the crowd to complete his sentence.

Crowd: "ARFAH!!!"

Rafik quickly brings the microphone back up to his mouth to continue speaking.

Rafik Arfah: "Wrong! It's another edition of ROC.. IS.. DYING!"

Gasps are heard around the arena as the stupid idiots in attendance are baffled that ROC's world champion is talking shit about the fed he represents.

Rafik Arfah: "Please.. spare me the fake shock. I've been saying this for months. I love ROC, but this federation is falling apart with each show. Each match. Each segment featuring Rey Del Jizzman and so on.. honestly, the state of ROC is embarrassing. Where are the real athletes? Where all the people that put this fed on the map? All of the OGs left because this is no longer the ROC of old. It's a new ROC featuring sexual backstage assault, live in-ring masturbation and plenty of other filth that makes me sick to the stomach. And despite all the horrible stuff I just described, it's not even the worst part. No, the real worst part of this new school of ROC are the hypocrites and snakes running around the locker room. People who claim to care about the fed and then show the exact opposite when the bastards sit around in their hotel all night smoking weed and missing their booking commitments. People who haven't done shit for the fed who get handed good spots and title shots just because of the good PR it might bring. It's shit like this that drove Cartwright back to wrestling in Moroccan regions."

Rafik is starting to receive a mixed reaction for his rant. Certain smart fans in the crowd agree with his points and see where he is coming from while the dolt section of the crowd blindly boos because he is being a big meanie.

Rafik Arfah: "Let's take a look at the woman I am due to face tonight, Cecilia Christiansen. A fine example for the hypocrisy and parasitical behavior that is cancerous to ROC. Cecilia called me out for being an "undeserving champion" who "did nothing" to warrant title matches. Did nothing? Huh.. well, let's see.. I am the longest reigning ROC tag team champion. I beat every big name that ROC threw in front of me despite the odds. I kicked out the single most dominant champion that ROC had in ages and most importantly I am the goddamn world champion and you're not so know know your role and shut up, bitch."

With each sentence Rafik begins to draw more and more negative reactions, but not enough to silence out the surprising amount of cheers.

Rafik Arfah: "What we really should be asking ourselves is how in the blue hell did Cecilia even get this match? I would like to know how many cocks she had to take in the locker room in order for her to get this match. I am guessing around twenty.. possibly in a row because we all know for a fact that she didn't do a single thing that makes her deserving of this match besides having good head game."

Rafik shakes his head with disgruntlement and downright disgust showing on his facial expression. We can sense that these feelings have been kept inside for too long and it's now finally coming out.

Rafik Arfah: "Cecilia isn't fit to lace my dusty boots let alone share a ring with someone like me. She shouldn't be in this main event, she should backstage fixing me up a bologna sandwich for when I get back from electrifying another sold out venue. Hell, I'd rather be facing that hack Supernatural. Damn, even Mandy Rigma who is being wasted in the vanilla light heavyweight division is a more deserving pick."

Rafik sighs and then suddenly bursts out in a short fit of laughter that almost sounds fake and insincere.

Rafik Arfah: "I don't even know why I bother.. speaking out won't change all of the things I just complained about. Actions will. I guess it's time to do what I do best, dominate a bitch and leave her on her back in pain as the night ends. Don't worry, darling. I'll be somewhat gentle. We don't want Daddy to see too much scarring when we get back home for the holidays, right?"

Rafik displays a sadistic smirk as he drops his microphone to the mat and signals Cecilia to get her little ass to the ring so she can get some of this work.

A slow cap can be heard as Cecilia steps out from the backstage area with a microphone in hand. After giving a little laugh at the embarrassing display in the ring before her, Cecilia brings the microphone to her lips.

Cecilia Christiansen: "Oh please, Rafik, do you ever shut up? Do you ever think before you speak? This is getting so terribly sad listening to your nonsense. Firstly, bravo on being so original. You call me a "bitch" and accuse me of being "hypocritical"? Insults mean nothing when they come from a weak-minded fool. The only reason that Ring of Chaos is in an embarrassing state right now is because you are the champion. Like I've said, what have you done? You beat Tyler Norton? Big deal. He couldn't even beat Alexander Melchiott. You beat Entropy? Congratulations on beating a big dumb goon; I'm proud of you. And then there's your constant bragging about being the longest reigning tag team champion... you were carried by Gus! And let's not forget that you two LOST the title belts to Nicolas Dorn of all people. Who did you two even beat during your reign? If anyone here needs to "know his role and shut up", it's you. You are a pathetic, worthless, cry-baby loser who comes out here and runs his mouth. You bore all of us, make scenarios up, and say such vulgar things as if you were a teenager. Again, you are so original in claiming that I've "sucked dicks" to get this title match. Really, bravo."

Cecilia gives another slow clap for a few moments before continuing.

Cecilia Christiansen: "I'm so terribly sorry that you're mother didn't teach you how to be an adult. You act like you care about this place, but let's be real, you will probably run off into the night after I beat you.. I bet you'll throw a huge temper tantrum, crying about how you didn't get your way. How will it feel to no longer be the "god damn World Champion"? It'll probably feel pretty miserable."

After giving a casual shrug, Cecilia continues her speech.

Cecilia Christiansen: "I could have come out here and played your little game and said that you "sucked off" Thaddeus Rex to get your title shot to begin with, since you didn't actually beat anyone to earn your shot. No, Rex handed it to you and two others simply to ensure that Entropy lost."

The crowd gives some boos, clearly not happy with Cecilia's words. Cecilia merely smiles and twirls the microphone for a moment as she lets the crowd get it out of their system.

Cecilia Christiansen: "Let me sum this one up for you. You beat a crybaby in Tyler Norton, no one cares about Entropy or Cartwright, you are only champion because of Thaddeus's nepotism, and you certainly don't "electrify" anything. You are living in your own little fantasy world -- a world that I intend to shatter. I don't need to explain my pedigree, because if you actually watched the product, you would have seen for yourself those who I have defeated to actually work my way to a title shot. Now, if you are ready, let's end this little charade, shall we?"

Giving another small laugh, Cecilia begins walking down to the ring. She'll be more than happy to end this all here tonight. Somebody's about to get his unhappy little ass kicked.


Rafik Arfah who seemingly fell asleep on the turnbuckle gets woken up from his nap by the referee who asks him if he is ready to fight. Rafik yawns and gives him a nonchalant thumbs up as the referee rings the bell to get this shit going.

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! We have both wrestlers cautiously circling each other, slowly edging closer to one another... They lock arms... No! Rafik Arfah gets a headlock on Cecilia Christainsen. Cecilia shoves Rafik off of her and into the ropes... Rafik bounces back with a clothesline! Cecilia ducks! Rafik bounces back on the ropes and comes running back towards Christiansen... Cecilia leaps over Arfah! Rafik once again hits the ropes... Cecilia goes to the canvas as Rafik runs past over her... Rafik bounces again on the ropes... And eats a dropkick from Cecilia! Arfah rolls back up to his feet but Cecilia Christiansen is already on the move. Springboard back elbow by Cecilia sends Arfah reeling! Cecilia again hits the ropes for another springboard back elbow... NO! Rafik Arfah counters it into a backslide!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One..."

Brad Blood: "Cecilia kicks out! Rafik rolls back to his feet and attempts a lariat... Cecilia dodges it and counters with an enzuigiri... The champ blocks it but Cecilia goes low with a leg sweep... Rafik goes down! Cecilia leaps up... Standing shooting star press... No! Rafik rolls away Cecilia staggers back up to her feet... Arfah with a sleeper hold from behind! Cecilia struggles to reach the ropes... She makes it! Rafik lets go..."

Jim Jackson: "Cecilia Christiansen leans on the ropes as she catches her breath... The champ wastes no time and starts attacking her with big punches. Cecilia manages to get her arms up in defense but is slowly being pushed back into the corner... Ohhh! An uppercut from Rafik Arfah slips past Christiansen's defense and rocks her! Rafik gets some distance... High knee in corner followed with a short arm clothesline! Cecilia slumps down to the floor... Rafik pulls Cecilia up and grabs her... Belly to belly suplex! Christiansen is down... Arfah goes to the top turnbuckle... Diving elbow drop from The Supremacist... No! Cecilia rolls away at the last moment! Arfah staggers to the ropes... Cecilia spins before jumping and catching Rafik on the jaw with a kick! Luminous Strike! The force of the blow sends Rafik over the top rope! Cecilia Christiansen runs and leaps over the top rope... 630 corkscrew splash to the outside takes out the champ! The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood: "Cecilia is certainly not pulling any punches on this one... Shows you how much she really wants that world title. Cecilia pulls Rafik up to his feet... Irish whip to the steel steps... No! Reversed by Rafik and Cecilia is the one who is sent crashing into the steel! Rafik with a back suplex on Cecilia... RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS! Daaaaaaaaaamn! Rafik ain't going soft on Cecilia either!"

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

Brad Blood: "Rafik drags Cecilia back into the ring and goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Tw..."

Jim Jackson: "Cecilia Christiansen gets a shoulder up! Rafik Arfah wastes no time and quickly goes for an ankle lock... No! Cecilia flips over and kicks Rafik off! The champ hits the ropes and falls backwards... Right into a rear naked choke from Cecilia! Christiansen with the submission... No! Rafik rolls out of the rear naked choke before she locks it in and goes for an armbar! No! Christansen slips her arm free and counters it into a crossface! It's not over! Arfah slips free and counters the submission with a kimura lock! Cecilia reaches for the ropes and gets the rope break! Both wrestlers roll back to their feet after the exchange, the crowd starts applauding at the show of technical prowess they just saw."

Brad Blood: "Both wrestlers once again begin circling each other... They lock arms... Rafik gets the upperhand and slips behind Cecilia with a waistlock! Cecilia throws some back elbows but Rafik dodges them... German suplex by Rafik folds The Princess in half! Wait Rafik is not letting go... He's going for a second German... No! Cecilia slips free and lands on her feet! Using that momentum... Pele kick from out of nowhere hits Rafik! Both wrestlers collapse to the canvas! Wow! Just wow!"

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

Jim Jackson: "The champ starts to pull himself back up... Cecilia Christiansen is also starting to stir... Rafik Arfah charges in and connects with a knee to the gut... Irish whip sends Cecilia to the ropes... Arfah for the back body drop attempt... no! Christiansen counters with a sunset flip... Both shoulders are down no! Kick out by Rafik but Christiansen hits the ropes and connects with a low running dropkick to Arfah's face! Cecilia goes to the ropes... Springboard moonsault connects! She hooks the legs!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Tw..."

Brad Blood: "Rafik kicks out at two! Cecilia goes to the ropes to get some momentum... No! Rafik counters with a back elbow! He picks Cecilia up for a body slam... No! Cecilia slips down behind Rafik! Cecilia stands behind Rafik and crosses their arms across Rafik's neck before suddenly spinning and dragging Rafik to the mat executing a Dead Butterfly! Rafik is down! Cecilia hooks the leg!"

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

Jim Jackson: "The champ kicks out at two! The Queen of RoC pulls Rafik Arfah up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip... No! Reversed by Rafik! Cecilia Christiansen hits the ropes and comes bounding back... Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders... No! Cecilia slips free from Arfah's finisher Kenta Used It First! Enzuigiri by Christiansen... Blocked by Rafik! Arfah with a body slam on Cecilia! Cecilia staggers to get up... Rafik grabs her and nails her with a DDT! Rafik Arfah from the top turnbuckle... Diving elbow drop connects! Arfah hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "Cecilia kicks out at two! Cecilia staggers back up to her feet... Lariat from Rafik turns her inside out! Rafik lifts her up for a vertical suplex... Cecilia hits the canvas hard! Cecilia tries to get back to her feet... Arfah hits the ropes for a springboard clothesline... No! He misses! Cecilia ducked and rolled at the last moment! Cecilia off the ropes... Slingblade takes Rafik down! Rafik pops back up to his feet and throws a right hook... Cecilia takes him down with an arm drag! Snapmare from Cecilia! She goes for the cover..."

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

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah gets a shoulder up! Cecilia Christiansen creates a triangle with her opponents legs before stepping into it and arching back to grab Arfah by the head locking in a Silver Dragon! Rafik is trapped as he tries to reach for the ropes! He's too far away! Will he tap? No! Arfah manages to power out of the Silver Dragon and counters with a submission of his own! Rafik Arfah wraps his arms around the head and one arm of the opponent and squeezes, choking his opponent much better than Phil Brooks does. Better Than Brooks!!! Cecilia is in trouble but reaches out with her leg... And makes it to the bottom rope! The ref breaks the hold!"

Brad Blood: "Man, that was intense, I really thought that the match could have ended there... The submissions and reversal is really keeping us at the edge of our seats. Cecilia pulls herself up but Rafik hits her with a running elbow smash! Cecilia staggers to the corner... Rafik comes running in for a high knee strike... No! Cecilia ducks and Rafik's knee smashes into the turnbuckles hard! Cecilia from behind rolls Rafik up! Rafik kicks out but Cecilia grabs his leg and locks in a Texas cloverleaf putting pressure on the knee that smashed into that turnbuckle! Rafik screams in pain!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah tries to reach for the ropes... Cecilia Christiansen adds more pressure to the submission... Arfah lunges for the bottom rope one last time and he makes it! Cecilia is forced to release him! Rafik slowly pulls himself up... Low dropkick by Cecilia to his knee takes him down! Shining wizard from Christiansen connects! This could be it! Cecilia stands next to her downed opponent. Jumping a few times to gain momentum, Cecilia tucks and rotates forwards before landing on top of Rafik executing a Unilateral Contract! This could be it! Christiansen for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Nooo! Rafik gets his foot up on the bottom rope! Cecilia really thought she had it there... Cecilia pulls Rafik to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "Rafik manages to kick out again before the count of three. So close but still so far away! Cecilia with an Irish whip sends Rafik into the corner... She charges in... Rafik ducks down and sends Cecilia over the top rope with a body drop... No! Cecilia lands on the apron and connects with an enzuigiri! Rafik staggers out from the corner... Cecilia leaps unto the ropes... Springboard double axe handle... No! Rafik with an uppercut from out of nowhere catches Cecilia! Gut-wrench powerbomb out of nowhere by Rafik! Cecilia is down!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah staggers to the corner... He slowly climbs up the turnbuckles, clearly having some difficulty due to his hurting knee... Rafik sets up for a diving elbow drop... No! Cecilia Christiansen leaps up and trips his leg! Rafik lands on his groin! Cecilia climbs up in front of Rafik... Cecilia leaps up... SUPER FRANKENSTEINER! SHE JUST PLANTED RAFIK ON HIS HEAD!!! This could be it! Cecilia scrambles for the cover!"

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

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

Brad Blood: "NO!!!!!!! Rafik gets a shoulder up at the last possible millisecond! Cecilia looks shocked! She thought she had it that time! What else can she do to win this? Cecilia slowly pulls herself up... She pulls Rafik up to his feet... Cecilia grabs her opponent's arm and wraps it around their neck before using it to pull Rafik into a backcracker executing a Mercury Poison! Is this enough?! Cecilia goes for the cover once again..."

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

Jim Jackson: "Looks like Rafik Arfah ain't ready to relinquish the RoC World Title just yet... Cecilia Christiansen slowly climbs up to the top turnbuckle... She's going for a senton splash... No! Arfah rolls away at the last moment and Cecilia hits nothing but canvas! Arfah slowly pulls himself up... We can see him limping a bit already... He takes Christiansen from behind AND SENDS THE PRINCESS OF THE WRESTLING WORLD INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!"

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

Brad Blood: "Damn! First that back suplex into the steel steps and now a German into the turnbuckles! Cecilia is folded over! Rafik pulls her from the corner and hooks the leg! Is it enough to put her away?"

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

Jim Jackson: "No! Cecilia Christiansen still manages to kick out! What tenacity, what endurance! Cecilia is certainly raising the bar on how much punishment a female wrestler can take. Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders... No! Cecilia slips free from Kenta Used It First! Cecilia lifts Rafik onto her shoulders into a fireman's carry... This time it's Rafik who escapes the Starlight Typhoon! Big spinning high kick by Cecilia knocks Rafik into the ropes!"

Brad Blood: "Wait Rafik bounces back and takes Cecilia down with a stiff clothesline! Both wrestlers are down... Just how will this end? So far, this has been a good back and forth match... Of course I'm still behind Cecilia because... BOOBIES!"

Jim Jackson: "Both wrestlers rise up to their feet at the same time... Cecilia Christiansen with a knee to the champion's gut! Cecilia lifts Rafik onto her shoulders into a fireman's carry... No! Once again Rafik Arfah manages to slip free and land beside Christiansen! Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders... Cecilia grabs on to the top rope and pulls herself free from Rafik's finisher attempt!"

Brad Blood: "Cecilia lands on her feet but a big lariat by Rafik out of nowhere takes her down! Cecilia tries to get back up to her feet... Rafik from behind!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders and slams him face first into his knee... KENTA USED IT FIRST! RAFIK HITS HIS FINISHER!!! CECILIA SLUMPS TO THE CANVAS! "

Brad Blood: "ARFAH FOR THE COVER!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall AND STILL ROC WORLD CHAMPION... Mr. Shitpost, Shit Lord, The Supremacist, Cleaner of the Gene Pool... RAFIK ARFAH!"

Jim Jackson: "Looks like Rafik Arfah manages to retain the RoC World Title after a brutal match against Cecilia Christiansen... Wait! It seems that Rafik is clutching his knee in pain... He had to use his injured knee with his finisher hurting it even more! This shows you what Rafik will go through to retain that title!"

Brad Blood: "Wait! Johnny Fortune just ran into the ring! The Fortunate One is talking to the referee! HE'S CASHING IN HIS TITLE SHOT! EVER THE OPPORTUNIST!!!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah is in no condition to defend his title after that brutal match... Oh no! The referee has received word from management that the Johnny Fortune's title shot is accepted!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Johnny Fortune takes the head Rafik Arfah under his left arm with Arfah looking at the ceiling. Fortune just laughing all the way as he drives Arfah into the mat with a reverse DDT. Fortune wraps his legs around the torso of Arfah, he just started cranking the neck of Arfah back in a dragon sleeper! Fortune may just be trying to break the spirit of Arfah! Arfah could pass out or tap at any moment! This is one case of Ill Fortune for Rafik Arfah! Rafik is too hurt to fight out of the submission! Rafik tries reaching for the ropes... He can't do it! RAFIK TAPS! RAFIK TAPS!"

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by submission AND NEW ROC WORLD CHAMPION... The Fortunate One, The Chaotic God... JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

Jim Jackson: "We thought that Johnny Fortune would reserve the title shot he has for The Bloodbound but it looks like greed took over as now Johnny Fortune holds not only the RoC Lightweight Title but ALSO the RoC World Title!"

Brad Blood: "This is... This is unprecedented! Wait Johnny is asking for the mic!"


As Johnny Fortune is handed his Ring of Chaos Championship belt "Dead and Bloated" by Stone Temple Pilots plays over the loudspeakers. He heads to the center of the ring to celebrate with his newly acquired championships, after raising both titles high in the air he makes a request for a microphone. The Chaotic God begins to speak, slightly out of breath from the events of the night.

Johnny Fortune: "Cut my music! For once again, The Fortunate One has become the champion that Ring of Chaos so righteously needs! The one man in this company that is good enough to come into this ring after healing from a fractured skull and still kick the ass of every competitor he's stepped in the ring with! The one man in this company that is smart enough to not only take over his former rival's group of miscreants, but get his employer to give him a title shot in the process. The one man in the history of this company to win not only the Lightweight Championship, but the Ring of Chaos Championship in the same night! I am the greatest champion you've ever seen! Hell, I'm the greatest wrestler you've ever seen! Everything I do is like one of Mozart's symphonies! You cannot add or take away anything I do, for what I do is perfection by definition!"

The crowd boos and jeers, with various smatterings of "Fuck off Fortune!" and "You suck dick!" thrown throughout the crowd.

Johnny Fortune: "Just as I expected, none of you can ever bare to see God's take their rightful place among mortals. All of you want people like Rafik Arfah to hold championships, simply because they're not expected to win. When I was injured, Rafik Arfah could barely be considered worthy to shine my boots and look at him now! I had to take this belt from his cold, dead hands! Well allow me to inform you all of one thing, he will never regain the Ring of Chaos Championship! In fact, I may as well be the last Ring of Chaos champion recorded in history!"

And in that moment a wolf-like grin appears on the Fortunate One's face.

Johnny Fortune: "And as the greatest champion in the history of this company, I shall perform another deed that has never been done before in Ring of Chaos. Tonight, the Lightweight Championship shall be absorbed by and merged with The Ring of Chaos Championship. For, it is only right that the greatest Lightweight Champion of all time remains as the Final Champion. Say goodbye to the Lightweight Championship, and say goodbye to your hopes of ever seeing another Ring of Chaos Champion. However, you can say hello to the Fortunate Empire. Ruled over by The Chaotic God, The Fortunate One, Emperor Johnny Fortune."

"Dead and Bloated" By Stone Temple Pilots plays once more as The Chaotic God drops the microphone and exits the ring, tossing the Lightweight Championship belt somewhere into the crowd before disappearing to the back.

Jim Jackson: "Whu-what?! Johnny Fortune just got rid of the RoC Lightweight Championship! Can he do that?! Is he allowed to do that?!"

Brad Blood: "I don't know Jim but he just did! He just did!"






Jim Jackson: "My mind is still reeling from the events that just transpired tonight... Johnny Fortune not only won both the RoC Lightweight Title and RoC World Title... He merged both title effectively retiring the RoC Lightweight Title!"

Brad Blood: "I know Jim... What he did was unprecedented! Revolutionary even! You know what they say, you have to think outside the box to achieve greatness and that's what Johnny did tonight! The question now is if management will accept what happened and what's Rafik Arfah's next step?"

Jim Jackson: "We'll have to wait for the next show to find out Brad... Unfortunately we are out of time tonight, so until next time... Good fight and good night!"



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