Chaos Supreme 09/14/2014

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Chaos Supreme 09/14/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 13, 2014 11:45 am



VS

Jim Jackson: "Welcome one, welcome all in live attendance to a very special dark match!"

Brad Blood: "A match in which we get to watch two random people, who USUALLY don't even know they're wrestling, beat the shit out of each other!"

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a dark match an is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 215 pounds, from Australia... TK KENTA! "


"Lower the Boom" by Fifth Floor, booms throughout the speakers as the crowd rises to their feet anticipating to see TK Kenta run out onto the stage running into a wall of cheers. TK Kenta walks down the ramp and walks around the ring tagging a couple of the fans hand before jumping up onto the apron. Hoping onto the turnbuckle spitting out some water from his mouth before jumping down to the ring.  

Brad Blood: "Speaking of people about to get the shit beaten out of them..."


Alice Aoi: "And introducing his opponent, standing at 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... Blas Carson!"

"Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Days hits the loud speakers, the announcer announces Blas' bill as Blas rides down to the side of the ring on his Harley. Blas then walks into the ring and poses multiple times.


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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "TK Kenta seems to be very eager to start this match, after having his chances to win the RoC Championship dashed through dirty tactics by his opponent tonight."

Brad Blood: "Dirty? More like brilliant! All he did was show that even his freakishly large man-spider-slave can kick ass! If you want dirty, then talk about the nut shot Kenta just ran into."

Jim Jackson: "... That WAS dirty. Carson takes advantage of Kenta's presently indisposed state to snap him back with a butterfly suplex. Kenta back to his feet, only to be grappled by Blas again. He's lifted up... and dropped down hard with a brainbuster suplex! Carson with the early cover."


Jack B. Quick: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "Two moves and Blas already has Kenta nearly down for the count! Having Jura come out and woop his ass may have been the best thing possible to happen to Kenta last week, because this is just embarrassing."

Jim Jackson: "Kenta not even close to out yet, Brad. Kenta struggles out of a Carson grapple, tries to put some distance between the larger Blas Carson. Kenta blocks a kick, and throws a big right hand knocking Carson back. In up close and personal with a European uppercut combo. Kenta on the second rope, and leaps with a double axe handle-"

Brad Blood: "That Carson blocks! All of Kenta's weight stopped dead cold! Man, this guy is AWESOME! I'm sure I'm gonna get my money this time!

Jim Jackson: "Oh, Brad... What did you lose this time?"

Brad Blood: "I didn't lose! This is low risk, and I got it all figured out. If I got ten cents last week for betting 10 dollars, then I'll get a hundred dollars for one cent! And I put one hundred pennies on this!"

Jim Jackson: "That's... I don't even know where to begin on that."

Brad Blood: "¿Que?"

Jim Jackson: "Forget about it. But anyhow, while you were on that, Kentas back in control. Kenta hits Blas with an enziguri... Follows it up with a double axe handle from the second rope. Cover!"


Jack B. Quick: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "Kickout with plenty of time to spare! Forget you and your... wibbly-wobbly-mathy-wathy stuff, this guy CAN'T lose! Again..."

Jim Jackson: "Carson back to his feet. Blocks a kick from Kenta... Short range spear out of nowhere! Carson stuffs Kenta's head between his legs and picks him up, slamming him back down with a power bomb, keeping the position for a pin!... No! Carson lifts Kenta back up and begins repeatedly drilling him with power bombs!"

Brad Blood: "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Kenta is so messed up right now he's probably seeing a bunch of cartoon birdies! Carson ending the match and making me an easy ten thousand bucks!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Kenta showing much more determination than you ever did in math class-"


Brad Blood: "HEY- Eh, fair."

Jim Jackson: "... Kicking out just before three. Looks like Carson disagrees with the referee's decision, and he's letting Quick have an earful. Wait! Kenta tries to roll Carson up... But Carson sees it coming and punts Kenta HARD in the skull. Carson pulls Kenta up, into a sleeper hold... Looks like Kenta may be out of it. Carson tries switching to his Mamba Squeeze, but Kenta shows a burst of life and spins it into a jaw breaker! Bodyslams Blas and climbs to the top turnbuckle, he jumps up high in the air then comes crashing down with both of his feet on the stomach of Carson executing Kangaroo Stomp I. Kenta hits his signature and goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "OH MY GAWD! Carson gets his shoulder up! ... I mean, yeah, of course Carson got his shoulder up! He's the Steel City frickin' Serpent... That was too close...."

Jim Jackson: "Brad, enough with this. You wagered dollar, and I highly doubt you'll get much more than a dollar if you win."

Brad Blood: "... I also wagered my swaggilicious new sunglasses."

Jim Jackson: "Riiiiight. Kenta on the top ropes again, looks to be going for another kangaroo stomp. He leaps, but stomps on nothing but canvas as Blas Carson rolled out of the way! Carson whips Kenta into the ropes and runs at his moving opponent, landing a big spinning reverse STO, his signature: The Serpentine Offering! He goes for the cover... Using the ropes for leverage!"


Jack B. Quick: "One! Tw... Dafuq?"

Brad Blood: "NO! The ref saw Carson's feet on the ropes! HEY, JACK TWO! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LET STUFF LIKE THAT SLIDE FOR COOL PEOPLE LIKE BLAS CARSON!"

Jim Jackson: "Brad, you know how impressionable Jack B. Quick is! I think... He's nodding to you! And now he's apologizing to Carson! Damnit Brad. Wait! Kenta behind Carson, who's distracted with the referee, and rolls him up! He has his feet on the ropes! The referee sees it... But he's ignoring it! He's taking your advice!"

Brad Blood: "Wait, what? NOOOOOOOO! I SAID COOL WESTLERS, YOU RETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!"

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

DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match, by pin fall... TK KENTA!"

Jim Jackson: "Kenta quick to get out of the ring, escaping from any retaliation from an irate Blas Carson. What an... Odd turn of events. Well, regardless, it seems Jack B. Quick will no longer ignore feet on ropes. Welp, time to get the show started, Brad... Brad?

Brad Blood: "My sunglasses... But, worse, that REFEREE! He has the makings of a great biased asshole, I can sense it! But I have to get to him now... Do you think I have enough time to talk to him before the show?


Jim Jackson: "Absolutely not."

Brad Blood: "... MY SUNGLASSES! *sob*"








Electrifying, that's the word that describes the atmosphere in the arena tonight as Ring of Chaos is about to begin televising.  Who would have thought that in only three shows, the fledgling wrestling federation would gain enough popularity to attract fans from 8 states?

Jim Jackson:  "Good evening and welcome ladies and gentlemen to another night of unbridled wrestling action.  We have a great show for everyone in attendance tonight which includes more tournament matches for the RoC Championship Grand Prix!  Joining me at ringside tonight is my sometimes capable, most times intolerable but always unintelligible Brad Blood."

Brad Blood:  "Did you just dis me Jimbo?  I can never tell every time you use big words like that..."

Jim Jackson:  "I was just commenting on your good looks Brad."

Brad Blood:  "Oh!  Well carry on then..."

Jim Jackson:  "As I mentioned earlier, we have a great show featuring not only old but new talents here tonight, and I am sure that everyone in attendance tonight will leave satisfied and wanting more.  Uh...  Brad?"

Jim Jackson gives Brad Blood a look since Brad is nervously fidgeting in his seat...

Brad Blood:  "Oh!  Well...  I...  I have a surprise for everyone too...  I'm trying to control my excitement...  Anyways let's not keep the fans waiting...  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






Christy Chase:  "Ouch!"

Christy Chase winced as Dr. Billie Holliday inspects her swollen ankle.  The good doctor shakes her head as she starts wrapping her leg in elastic bandages to limit the movement.

Dr. Billie Holliday:  "I'm afraid it's sprained, Ms. Chase.  I cannot in good faith clear you for your match tonight.  This will take at least three to four weeks to heal."

Christy Chase voices her disagreement and pleads to the doctor to clear her for the match.

Christy Chase:  "But you must clear me!  This match is important, it's the chance to win the RoC World Title!  Do you know how rare is is that a girl gets a chance to qualify for the title?  I have to compete!  C'mon Doc, you have to clear me, even if it is for tonight only!  Even if I have to sign a waiver!"

Tears start forming in Christy Chase's eyes as she tries to reason with the doctor to no avail.

Dr. Billie Holliday:  "You are young Ms. Chase, you shall find another chance.  I cannot in good conscience clear you, chances are you'll do more damage to your ankle and can end your career prematurely.  I understand your plight but NO means NO, specially since your opponent tonight is Colton Charles Cai Cobb.  You think he'll take it easy since you are a girl?  No!  He's a mean sonnuva bitch who will take advantage of that injury you have.  Next time please be more careful when you and your friends start jumping around from high ledges, you are lucky you only walked away with a sprain this time.  Believe me when I tell you that it is for your own good that I am benching you."

Christy Chase opens her mouth to try to reason with the doctor one more time, but the stern gaze from the doctor makes her realize that all her efforts will be futile.  Christy Chase can only wail in grief at her loss as Dr. Billie Holliday hugs her and comforts her as the scene fades.






The song "Swear it to the Sun" by Voodoo Johnson plays through the arena as a man walks out from the back. Wearing a nasty expression, the man walks down to the ring. After sneering at the crowd, the man grabs a microphone and climbs into the ring. Walking to the center of the ring, the man brings the microphone to his lips.

Berry Sawyer: "My name is Berry Sawyer. Anybody who's got any sense calls me Rugged. Take a good look, because I'm the only man on this roster who is actually worth a damn."

The crowd begins to boo, already rubbed the wrong way by the man in the ring.

Berry Sawyer: "What? You don't believe me? Take a good look! This is what a real man looks like! We're not pretty; we're ugly, burly, fighters! We're not your little porcelain dolls who are afraid of getting hit. What I saw backstage were a bunch of pretty body, little boys. Kids who didn't know what it meant to fight. Kids who didn't know what it meant to earn your keep."


After gesturing towards the back, Sawyer points to himself.

Berry Sawyer: "I'm from Spartanburg, South Carolina. I'm from one of the meanest, most violent, most dangerous cities in the United States. I have never been handed anything, not even life. Every single day, I have to fight to keep everything that I have. I've spent my entire life fighting, clawing, scratching my way from shit to gold, and I'm not going to stop now. Your little, so-called wrestlers don't know what it means to fight. They come out and roll around on the mat for half an hour playing with each other before calling it quits and saying "job well done". Not me, I FIGHT, because that's what real men do."

Despite being showered with boos, Sawyer look unaffected.

Berry Sawyer: "Look at this face -- it ain't pretty. I'm not Alexander Melchiott or Andrew Hunter. I don't do fancy flips and holds, I actually fight. I hurt people. I'm a real man, and real men don't play with dolls. I came here to break your little showpieces. I'm gonna shove my fist through your precious porcelain dollies' little faces."

Sneering at the crowd, Berry takes a step towards the ropes.

Berry Sawyer: "My name is "Rugged" Berry Sawyer. I'm going to break your little toys and become the first -- AND ONLY -- champion in Ring of Chaos. Deal with it."




The lights in the building go dark and after a few seconds "Dies Irae" by Epica plays with a light shining on a part of the crowd where the leather jacket and denim shorts clad, Johnny Fortune stands holding a microphone as the lights begin to return to the arena he begins to speak.

Johnny Fortune: "Mr. Sawyer, I believe you are mistaken on many fronts. You look at the locker room and while you see that there are a couple of pretty boys back there the only thing I see are wrestlers who wish to entertain these purveyors of chaos known as the fans."

The crowd begins to cheer not for Johnny Fortune, but for the wrestlers in the locker room.

Johnny Fortune: "Now you sir, you do not quite understand the errors that you have made in your statements, not only about the locker room but simply about the town which you are from being the most rugged section of the United States. You see I am from the Tenderloin District of San Francisco, a place where fighting tooth and nail wasn't for escape, it was for survival. A place where the homeless were assaulted by drug dealers, drug dealers were assaulted by the junkies, and the junkies were assaulted by the homeless, a never ending cycle of pain and hate. You claim that you spend your life fighting, crawling, and scratching trying to turn feces into a valuable substance, sir I was fighting because I refused to buy drugs from a dealer when I had no money to put bread in my mouth. I crawled on the needle and pipe ridden sidewalk after I could not stand from the beatings I was given. Most importantly I scratched at the entranced of a church that opened its doors to a young man who had two options. Either enter through the door of God after being baptized in his own blood, or enter through deaths door. So I would advise you to not speak on how rugged you are."

The crowd not knowing how to react to the statement Johnny just made, he smiles and begins to walk closer to the ring.

Johnny Fortune: "On top of that inaccuracy in your statement I would like to bring up another point, you claim to be the only authentic fighter here, and you will be the first and only champion in this Ring of Chaos. Now that simply cannot be true, for I will be the one to take that false idol known as the championship-"

Johnny Fortune climbs up the barricade and stands upon it while facing the crowd.

Johnny Fortune: "-and stand right here in front of all you people where I stand each and every time I enter this ring and show you that the false idol you all worship is but common gold."

The crowd boos Johnny Fortune and mimics the holding of the belt and raising it on the barricade. after he has his fun he turns back to Berry Sawyer and begins to speak again.

Johnny Fortune: "Even though I stand here before you, maybe it could be presumptuous to say I am going to win the whole tournament after just winning one match. However, Mr. Sawyer I don't recall you ever being in a match here, much less being the victor. And my friend that arrogance, that good sir will be your downfall. Not only your downfall in the ring tonight with Yuki Monotomo, but your downfall in the graces of God."

At the mention of the downfall in the graces of God the crowd vehemently boos Fortune, security the only reason that The Fortunate one was not pushed off the barricade.

Johnny Fortune: "Mr. Sawyer this crowd will one day be saved from the chaos they now wish to purvey and I pray that you do not wish to fall into their lifestyle. Do not become a purveyor of chaos and arrogance like these people, surrender yourself unto me and more importantly unto God. Do not fight simply for yourself, and keeping yourself happy with trivial matters. Become a messenger of God's order. For I love you as well as the people in this crowd and wish for you all to one day join me in the Kingdom of Heaven so that we all may live in eternal happiness."

Johnny Fortune removes the microphone from in front of his face and decides to stay standing on the barricade until Berry Sawyer responds.


Berry Sawyer: "You compare one section of San Francisco to all of Spartanburg?  Are you kidding me?  I guess if I was a pussy like you I'd think San Francisco was a scary place too.  But to someone like me, San Francisco is nothing more than a hotbed full of children trying to escape reality.  I don't try to escape reality, I punch reality in its face."

Directing a look of malice towards Johnny Fortune, Sawyer takes a step towards the ropes.

Berry Sawyer: "And I would like nothing more right now than to come down there and punch you right in your face.  But you aren't my opponent here tonight, so I'm going to give you a pass on the ass-whippin' that's coming your way.  Although I do find it funny that you're out here bragging about your one win in this company -- a win that was against a hillbilly anybody could have beaten.  You beat some dumb, drunken buffoon.  Congratulations.  Did you happen to forget that you lost your other match to some horny guy in a mask?"

The crowd gives a small pop at the mention of Felipe Shido's win.

Berry Sawyer: "I'm not arrogant, I just tell people the facts.  The fact of the matter is that Yuki is a puerile punk who is too focused with getting some fast sex to manage to beat a real man.  The fact of the matter is that you are the one who is arrogant.  You act high and mighty, shoving your God into everyone's faces.  You want to come out and play Messiah to these people?  That's fine, but real men don't play games and real men don't "serve" anyone else."

Sawyer walks to the ropes before leaning over them and staring down at Johnny Fortune.

Berry Sawyer: "You are everything that's wrong with today's youth.  You come out and pretend to be something that you're not; you pretend to be more important than you really are.  Real men don't need to pretend.  And that's the difference between you and me.  I'm a real man while you are nothing more than a confused child trying to act like something he's not.  So my answer is no.  I'm not going to "surrender" to you, Fortune.  You should count yourself lucky that my answer is only "no", because I doubt that your "God" would be willing to stop me from beating some sense into you like your parents should have."


Johnny Fortune lets out a small chuckle at Berry Sawyer's statements.

Johnny Fortune: "Once again Mr. Sawyer you are mistaken, not only about the Tenderloin, on the difference between facts and opinions, and most importantly what makes a real man. The only thing you weren't mistaken about is the fact that I unfortunately lost to Felipe Shido in the four corners match."

The crowd cheers for Felipe's win by way of penis pin.

Johnny Fortune: "Now let's head back to the Tenderloin for a second, if you spent one minute inside the area that I grew up it would take more than being a rugged man to get by. It would take a man with brains, a real man. You can throw out any name you want at me, but at the end of the day I was baptized in my own blood. By the graces of God I survived and I am now here doing the duties of any good Christian and trying to bring you all to the kingdom of heaven with me. However, you claim that my God would not stop you? Of course he would not stop you, he would not stop anyone for God gave you free will. Yet, being the rugged brute that you are, have not acted upon that free will. So in all reality, you are the-"

Johnny Fortune clears his throat debating whether or not to say this next word.

Johnny Fortune: "-pussy."

The crowd gets a mixed reaction of small boos and cheers at Johnny Fortune calling Berry Sawyer a Pussy.

Johnny Fortune: "Now that is my opinion of you, and you believe that of me. These things are opinions, not necessarily facts. Like how you said that Yuki is an immature fool looking to sate his lustful ways, that is an opinion of Yuki. However, you claimed it to be fact. While Spartanburg may be a tough town, I would hope they would at least have a school system. Or at least a library with a dictionary or encyclopedia to look at? I doubt it for Spartanburg is too focused on being rugged to be intelligent like real men."

Johnny Fortune begins to pace on the barrier before hopping down into the crowd begins looking around while speaking to Berry.

Johnny Fortune: "Now I'm going to quickly give you the definition of a real man, a real man is an intelligent man. A man who can take his situation that began as negative and make it positive. A real man will serve other people, a real man will serve his family and God, for those are the people who show him true love. A real man does not need to resort to physical violence at the drop of a hat."

Fortune is halfway up the crowd and pulls a man next to him he's a small pudgy man with a mustache and short gray hair.

Johnny Fortune: "You sir what is your name?"

Crowd Member: "Uhh...Tom"

Johnny Fortune: "Tom, what is a day in your life?"

Tom: "Well... I uhh... work as a contractor building houses, then once I'm finished with my day I go home to my lovely wife and kid who are with me here today. Then we eat dinner and talk about our day."

Johnny Fortune: "Everybody give it up for Tom! A real man! A normal man!"

The crowd as well as Johnny Fortune applauds, cheers, and chants "We Love Tom, We Love Tom" as he does a little wave to the crowd.

Johnny Fortune: "You see Mr. Sawyer, being a real man doesn't mean kicking someones behind. I love you, and everybody in this building. I love you all the way God loves you. That's why I must save you from this blind way of thinking that is leading you down a path that with the grace of God you can come back from. I wish to help you, but for now I must leave this place. For God has plans for you tonight, I know not what they are but Mr. Sawyer I will pray for yourself and Yuki Monotomo. For if any injuries would occur that would simply be, unfortunate."

A large smirk appears across the Fortunate One's face as he fades into the crowds just as fast as he appeared. Waiting, watching, listening.






VS

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall and it is a RoC Championship Grand Prix elimination match! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 280 pounds, hailing from Spartanburg, South Carolina... Rugged, BERRY SAWYER!"

The song "Swear it to the Sun" by Voodoo Johnson plays through the arena as Barry Sawyer walks out from the back. Wearing a nasty expression, Sawyer walks down to the ring.

Alice Aoi: "And his opponent for tonight, standing in at 6 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 250 pounds, hailing from Houston, Texas... YUKI MONOTOMO!"

"Ninja" by Machinae Supremacy echoes throughout the arena. Fog rolls down the ramp as Yuki Monotomo walks slowly toward the ring. He blows a few kisses at some female fans from each ring corner.

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

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer stops the referee from calling for the ball to start the match.  It looks like Sawyer is telling the referee that there is something he needs to do before we get underway.  It looks like Berry Sawyer is offering Yuki a handshake?  Wha... I don't think anyone would expect this from Berry Sawyer.  It seems like Yuki is the exact person that Sawyer would absolutely despise!"

Brad Blood: "Yuki looks hesitant but goes to take the hand, only to receive a slap from Sawyer!  HAHAHA!  That was beautiful!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer shows no respect to the playboy-esque Yuki Monotomo, and it seems he's going to pay for it!  Yuki tackles Sawyer and the two are exchanging blows on the ground!  The referee is trying to pry them apart to get some semblance of order in this match, but neither Yuki nor Sawyer will disengage from one another!"

Brad Blood: "Sawyer hates people like Monotomo and is certainly showing it with this brawl!  Yuki is giving as good as he's getting, that slap from earlier likely fueling his aggression here!"

Jim Jackson: "Nearing the edge of the ring, the two men tumble out and to the floor in their attempts to gain the advantage in their brawl!  Both hop up and re-engage with one another as their fight only gets more uncontrollable outside of the ring."

Brad Blood: "Sawyer bounces Yuki's head off of the ring apron before turning him around and bouncing his head off of the barricade!  Sawyer attempts to whip Yuki into the steel steps, but Yuki counters and sends Sawyer diving into the steel!"

Jim Jackson: "Yuki slams Sawyer's head off of the steps before throwing him into the crowd barricade!  Yuki comes charging in and throws himself at Sawyer, but Sawyer moves out of the way!  Sawyer quickly capitalizes on his opponent's mistake, lifting Yuki up and slamming him onto the barricade with a back suplex!  Sawyer pulls Yuki to his feet before whipping him at the steel steps, but Yuki jumps over the steel!"

Brad Blood: "Sawyer starts to chase after Yuki, but Yuki hops onto the steps and takes Sawyer out with a leaping clothesline!"

Jim Jackson: "Yuki tries to drag Sawyer towards the crowd barricade, but Sawyer lifts him into the air for attempted back suplex.  Yuki with the rake of the eyes to get back down.  Grabbing Sawyer, Yuki hurls him into the crowd barricade yet again!  Grabbing Sawyer, Yuki points to the opposite side of the arena, but before he can send Sawyer that way, Sawyer slams Yuki into the barricade with a russian legsweep."

Brad Blood: "The referee is yelling at these men to get back into the ring.  For some reason, he hasn't begun issuing a count on these two."

Jim Jackson: "The referee was never able to start this match, remember?  Sawyer stopped him!  And now it seems that Sawyer is going to be taking further advantage of that fact as he reaches underneath the ring."

Brad Blood: "Sawyer has found a chair!  The toys are coming out!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer turns toward Yuki, but before he can react Yuki kicks the chair into the face of Sawyer!  Yuki follows Sawyer as he stumbles away... and slams Sawyer's head into the turnbuckle post!  Yuki now has the chair, he's looking to crush Sawyer's head against the steel of the turnbuckle!  But Sawyer moves just in the nick of time!"

Brad Blood: "That had to have hurt Yuki's hands!  Sawyer takes this moment to dive into Yuki, spearing him into the barricade!"

Jim Jackson: "This is getting extremely out of hand and there's nothing the referee can do about it!  Sawyer has a tough time getting to his feet.  He grabs Yuki and goes to roll him into the ring, but Yuki turns it around and slams Sawyer's face against the ring apron before reaching for the steel chair."

Brad Blood: "But Sawyer kicks his arm before he can grab the chair.  Sawyer pushes Yuki into the barricade before clotheslining him over it and into the crowd!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer takes a moment to get a breather as the fans clear out of the area.  Sawyer goes to hop over the barricade, but eats a chair to the face from Yuki and falls back to ringside!  After a few moments of struggle to get to his feet and get his bearings, Yuki tries to climb over the barricade, but Sawyer pushed his foot from under him, crotching him on the barricade!"

Brad Blood: "Sawyer jumps and clotheslines Yuki back into the crowd!  Both men are now in the crowd area and are once again exchanging punches!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer bounces Yuki's head off of a fan's chair before whipping him into a nearby wall!  Grabbing a chair, Sawyer hurls it towards Yuki who just manages to get out of the way as it slams against the wall!  Sawyer follows Yuki, only to have a fan's drink thrown into his face!  Yuki bounces Sawyer's head off of the railing on the steps as security comes down to try and get these two back into the ring!"

Brad Blood: "Security manages to separate the two superstars, but only for a moment before Yuki pulls free and dives into Sawyer!  The two continue to brawl until the security force manages to break them up again.  Sawyer just decked a security guard!  He fights his way to Yuki!  The two are at it again!"

Jim Jackson: "More security come down and once again pull the two men apart.  The security focus on Sawyer as they try to get him to the ring first, allowing Yuki to again slip free and head up the stairs of the arena to the upper rows of seating!  Before anyone can stop him, Yuki leaps off of the railing and down onto Sawyer and the security guards!"

Brad Blood: "HOLY SHIT!  HE JUST TOOK EVERYBODY OUT!  The crowd is going wild, they love this!"

Jim Jackson: "And why wouldn't they!  This is as wild a brawl as they come!  Yuki pulls Sawyer from the pile of security guards and bounces his head against a chair before dragging him towards the ring, but Sawyer fights out with a few elbows to the gut before slamming Yuki against a nearby wall!"


Brad Blood: "Sawyer tries to follow up, but Yuki catches him on the jaw with a superkick!  Sawyer is stunned!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer stumbles back into the barricade as Yuki charges in after him, but Sawyer sends Yuki to ringside with a back body drop over the barricade!  Sawyer follows Yuki back to ringside before bouncing Yuki's head off of our announce desk!"

Brad Blood: "Hey guys, too close!  Get out of here!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer just ripped one of our monitors out of the desk and is wrapping the cable around Yuki's neck!  He's choking him!"

Brad Blood: "YUKI JUST THREW MY DRINK INTO SAWYER'S EYES!  YOU SONNAVA BITCH!"

Jim Jackson: "With the inadvertent assist from my broadcast partner, Yuki manages to get some separation!  With Sawyer swinging at the air, Yuki grabs the ring bell.  Measuring the blinded Sawyer, Yuki smacks him across the skull!"

Brad Blood: "He just rang his bell!  HAHA!  Get it Jim?  Rang his bell?"

Jim Jackson: "You are a riot, Brad.  Yuki finally manages to get Sawyer into the ring before climbing onto the apron as the referee signals for the bell.  The timekeeper quickly recovers the stolen bell to officially get this match underway."

DING!

Brad Blood: "Yuki wants for Sawyer to get to his feet before slingshotting into the ring and going for a reverse STO on Sawyer, but Sawyer catches him!  Sawyer spins him around before twisting him and slamming him into the mat with a Michinoku Driver!  What a counter!  Sawyer signals this one is over before grabbing the legs!"


Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson: "Despite the hectic brawl prior to the opening of this match, Yuki manages to get the shoulder up at two!  Sawyer yanks Yuki to his feet before trying to send him to the ropes with the irish whip, but Yuki reverses it and sends Sawyer into the ropes instead.  Big back body drop from Yuki!  Sawyer stumbles into a dropkick from Yuki!"

Brad Blood: "Sawyer looks a bit out of it as he finds himself in the corner.  Yuki charges in with another dropkick before pushing Sawyer against the pads and climbing onto the ropes.  Yuki's raining down punch after punch on the trapped Sawyer!  The crowd is counting along; one, two, three, four, five, six... but Sawyer stops Yuki by pulling him out of the corner and into a powerbomb!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer lifts Yuki onto his shoulders before spinning around numerous times before setting Yuki back to the mat, letting Yuki stumble around in dizziness.  Sawyent Green!  And Yuki certainly looks green after that!"

Brad Blood: "Sawyer takes advantage of Yuki's confusion!  Sawyer bounces off of the ropes before quickly spinning and decking Yuki with a ruthless lariat.  That's it!  The Sawyend!  Sawyer hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by pinfall and advancing to the next round of the RoC Championship Grand Prix... BERRY SAWYER!"

Jim Jackson: "After a crazy brawl all over the arena, the match finally managed to get under control and under way; unfortunately for Yuki Monotomo, Sawyer was able to maintain the advantage after the bell was finally officially rung."

Brad Blood: "Indeed, Yuki looked good throughout the brawl, but Sawyer took and kept the advantage when it really mattered and now he will be advancing in the tournament!  Man, he could end up facing my son in this tournament...

Jim Jackson: "Please Brad, your son isn't going to get past the first round."

Brad Blood: "PUH-LEASE!  My son will destroy that stupid ladder!"




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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/14/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 13, 2014 11:46 am



"Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing on the loud speakers as pyros set off at the top of the entrance ramp. As the the smoke clears, a figure dressed in a three piece Calvin Klein suit steps out from the entrance tunnel. His infectious grin, gleaming eyes and flowing locks paints a picture of a modelesque figure as he strolls down the ramp and make his way to ring with a mic in hand. Leaping up the apron, he enters the ring as the crowd waits eagerly for what he is about to announce.

Lee Morrison:  "Ladies and gentlemen, I just received some news from our company physician.  For those who came here to see Christy Chase compete tonight, I am sorry to say that Ms. Chase has been sidelined due to an injury she incurred during a parkour run.  It is unfortunate that this has to happen to a wrestler as talented as Ms. Chase."

A loud resounding "AWW!" is heard from the crowd.

Lee Morrison:  "But s the saying goes, the show must go on!  Taking Ms. Chase's place in the RoC Championship Grand Prix is Chiyonosake!  Mr. Chiyonosake, this is short notice but I hope you are ready for your match tonight.  If you are I would like you to come out and confirm your attendance!"

Lee Morrison and the crowd waits anxiously to see if Chiyonosake will come out and accept.


Downfall of us all by A day to remember hits over the loud speakers, a Large man runs out on to the stage with a bottle of sake in one hand. runs to one side of the stage and takes a swig then roars which is then followed by loud cheers by the crowd, he then runs to the other side of the stage. He takes another swig of the bottle and roars again which again is followed by more cheers.

Jim Jackson: "Chiyonosake's finally coming out to answer Lee's question! I can't wait to hear what he has to say."

Brad Blood:  "He better not waste our time and say no. This loser is already taking his sweet time making his happy ass to the ring."

Chiyo then briskly walks down to ringside and retrieves a mic, and showing his tremendous agility for a big man, leaps up on side of the ring. He then steps through the ring ropes and then waits for the crowd to calm down again before speaking.

Crowd: "SAY YES CHIYO!!! SAY YES CHIYO!!! SAY YES CHIYO!!!"

Chiyo then finally puts the mic to his lips and begins to speak.

Chiyonosake: "Sorry I'm late, had to stop at the liquor store on the way here. I'm only Curtis without my bottle of sake."

Crowd laughs from the joke he just said.

Chiyonosake: "An answer to your question Mr. Morrison, I am always ready to wrestle. Any day, any year, any time.  So my answer will be---"

Chiyo is then cut off by more crowd chants.

Crowd: "SAY YES! SAY YES! SAY YES! SAY YES!"

Chiyo then raises the mic to his lips as he begins to speak again.

Chiyonosake: "MY ANSWER IS YES!! BRING IT ON I AM READY!!!"

The crowd starts screaming so loud it may be able to be heard in china. Chiyo then starts to climb turnbuckels and starts letting out drunken roars and raising his bottle of sake.

Lee Morrison could only stare at the inebriated wrestler standing in front of him.  His only hope that come match time Chiyonosake is still conscious and not passed out covered in puke somewhere.

Lee Morrison:  "I see...  I good luck then Mr. Chiyonosake and a word of advice... You should keep further celebrating on hold until you win tonight's match."

Morrison gestures to the bottle of sake before exiting the ring as "Chaos Reigns" by Trivium begins playing again.  He makes his way to the back as Chiyonosake continues to rile up the fans.






Colton Charles Cai Cobb wraps up his warm-up exercises just as Julia Rodriguez approaches.  The Latina cautiously approached the wrestler also known as The Charismatic Crippler, a nickname that has been earned through the long line of victims that has been left unable to pursue their wrestling career any further after crossing paths with Colton Charles Cai Cobb.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Excuse me Mr. Cobb?  Julia Rodriguez, I was wondering if I can have a few minutes of your time."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb turns around and studies the backstage journalist before giving his affirmation.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Make it quick, my scheduled match is coming up and I have little time as it is."

Julia Rodriguez nods and quickly asks her questions.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Thank you Mr. Cobb, I would like to ask if you heard about the replacing of Christy Chase in your match tonight by Chiyonosa..."

C4 doesn't wait for the question to finish and interrupts Julia Rodriguez.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Yes, I heard about Christy Chase's unfortunate turn of events and her replacement.  But whether it is Christy Chase or Chiyonosake, it doesn't matter, as far as I'm concerned they just replaced a girl with another girl.  The results won't change, I will just go in, demolish Chiyonosake and advance to the next round."

Julia Rodriguez:  "I-I see, on to my next question.  Now you are seen as one of the more plausible candidates to advance to the finals and win the RoC World Championship Title, now if that should happen, what can we expect from you as the RoC World Cham..."

Again Colton Charles Cai Cobb interrupts the voluptuous reporter before she finishes her question.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Should it happen?  It WILL happen Julia.  That title was made to be worn around my waist, that I have no doubt.  As far as I'm concerned this Grand Prix is nothing but a formality until the inevitable.  And on your question of what to expect from me?  Nothing!  When I win that title, it is because of my skill and my strength, I do not have the obligation to give anything back to anyone.  Now if you would excuse me Julia, I have to finish my preparation for my match.  This interview has already taken much of my precious time."

With a wave of an arm C4 curtly dismisses Julia Rodriguez who turns and looks at the camera.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Well there you have it folks, strong words from Colton Charles Cai Cobb.  Not only is he not worried tonight, he already sees himself as the champion of RoC.  Will his boastful claim come true?  Well stay tuned to find out."

With that Julia Rodriguez ends the segment as the screen fades to black.






Standing in the ring is a young man who looks...a lot like Brad Blood. The camera man is even confused for a brief moment as he turns from the ring to get a shot of Brad Blood at the announce desk before turning back to shoot the man standing in the ring. Holding a microphone to his lips, the man begins to speak.

Brad Blood Clone: "It's okay to stare, I know I'm gorgeous. Few men can boast having such a beautiful face, and of those men, even fewer can boast being able to bring hope to the entire world by showing it on television. I save millions of ugly people every day. People, like all of you. Hopeless and lost, having to go home and look at your ugly husband or wife and even having to look in the mirror to see...that thing looking back. I bring hope to you. You may never get to be even a fraction as good looking as I am, but just being able to see true beauty is enough to keep you cretins alive. So feast your eyes, I'm here to save you all."

Despite the boos, the Brad Blood clone stands tall with his holier-than-thou presence.


Xavier Blood: "My name is Xavier Blood. I'm as close to perfection as one can be. And you know, I owe it all to that man sitting over there."

Brad Blood: "Oh! ME! I'm touched!"

Jim Jackson: "Dear God, you never told me you had a child."

Xavier Blood: "That's right, that man there is my father. He's perfection. For years he's been letting you hideous creatures admire his face. Now, now it's time for me to take some of the load off of him. It's tough being handsome, but it's even tougher sharing that with all of you. You can see it on my father's face -- wrinkles! They are starting to invade his perfect complexion from the stress of having to be your hope, your guiding light, in this dark, dark world. But, never fear! Because I am here to preserve that handsome face and help all of you at that same time! So while my father lends his delicious voice to all you, I will stand and bless your ugly auras with my good looks. Because let's be honest, it would be a crime against humanity if I let all of you ugly people die without seeing my face. It'd be a crime against humanity to force such a travesty onto all of you."

Brad Blood: "You tell them son! Look Jim, that's my boy! He's so humble! So modest! So handsome!"

Jim Jackson: "Kill me."

Xavier Blood: "However, it'd be an even bigger atrocity if I didn't compete for the Ring of Chaos Championship. A shiny new belt would be just what we need to reflect my handsome features unto all of you. Maybe if I have that, you too can catch a little of our family lust. Maybe then you'll be worked up enough to have relations with your ugly significant other. I'm willing to take the burden of being champion for all you. And don't worry, I do give you permission to worship me as your savior and deity! Thank you!"

Dropping the microphone, Xavier Blood smiles at the crowd as he basks in what he perceives as reverence. To everyone else it would be a mixture of boos, jeers, vulgar actions, and overall hate.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Our next scheduled match was between Colton Charles Cai Cobb and Christy Chase, however, due to an unfortunate accident of some sort Chase will be unable to compete tonight."

Brad Blood: "So our GM, in all of his INFINITE wisdom, decided it would be a good idea to have a drunken wannabe of a big-time wrestler replace her! Chiyonosake doesn't deserve what he got here tonight and I'm looking forward to C4 beating him just as badly as he would have Christy Chase."

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Boston Massachusetts, C4...  COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB!"

Bond's "Explosive" starts blaring out of the speakers as the silhouette of the penultimate wrestler, covered in smoke and with a light show on, Colton Charles Cai Cobb is seen as the curtain rises with his back facing the crowd. He turns around with a smirk on his face and an air of arrogance as 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.

Alice Aoi: "And his opponent, standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Curtis Jackson AKA CHIYONOSAKE!"

Downfall of us all by A day to remember hits the loud speakers, He runs out with a bottle of sake in one hand and lets out a bunch of drunken roars, flexes and punches the air as the fans cheer for him, he then runs down to the ring.

Jim Jackson: It looks like referee Jack B. Nimble wants to confiscate Chiyo's sake; a task made much easier by Chiyonosake doing a handstand for the crowd. Impressive, with how much alcohols likely in his system.

Brad Blood: "Oh come ON! 'Hey, look at me! I have ab muscles! Blah blah blah!' Why does the crowd keep cheering for this guy?

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Chiyonosake goes immediately for his bottle of sake, but finds it missing. He's confusedly looking around for it when C4 blindsides him with a running knee to the face! What a move to open the match, but I don't think Chiyos much fazed by it."

Brad Blood: "That would be all the alcohol coursing through his blood, Jim. He'd barely feel his arms getting ripped off."

Jim Jackson: "C4 looks a little bit surprised that the big mans still standing, though quickly remedies that with a belly to belly suplex, tossing the bigger man around. C4 hooks each of Chiyo's arms behind his back and slams him down hard with a tiger driver! C4 locks Chiyo into an armbar, pumping hard."


Brad Blood: "Chiyo pushes out of it. Like I said, can't even feel it. How is this guy even cleared to compete? With how much alcohols in him, he might as well be on morphine."

Jim Jackson: "The ins and outs of legal drug consumption aside, back to the fight. Chiyo still seems obsessed with finding his bottle of sake, which leaves him wide open for C4 to launch him to the ropes with an irish whip. Spear brings Chiyo down hard! Cover!"

Jack B. Quick: "One..."


Brad Blood: "The count barely reaches one. C4 quickly back on top of the drunken sailor man, raining down punches in a ground and pound. Come on Cobb, hit this guy harder! "

Jim Jackson: "Chiyosake pushes C4 right off of him! Brings Cobb down with a massive clothesline! On top of C4 now, raining down punches of his own! It looks like Chiyos finally in the game. Or... he thinks C4 stole his sake.

Brad Blood: "Probably the sake."

Jim Jackson: "Stupendous commentary Brad, as always."

Brad Blood: "Aw, thanks- HEY"!

Jim Jackson: "No, really. Chiyo slams C4 down with a spinebuster. Elbow drop misses, C4 quick to capitalize with a big boot to the face.  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. 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. C4 just used both of his signature moves!"

Brad Blood: "Curtis Jackson looks to be in a lot of pain! Forget what I said before, this guy CAN feel his arms breaking! Maybe without a constant stream of sake he's losing his immense pain tolerance!"

Jim Jackson: "Chiyos stuck in the middle of the ring, nowhere near to ropes! But... He's moving towards the ropes, even with C4 on top of him! Can he make it? He's just a few inches now... YES! Chiyonosake makes it to the ropes, but C4 isn't letting go!"

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

Brad Blood: "Smart strategy from C4, doing as much damage as possible before letting go of his hold. All the same, with both of his signatures down the drain, C4 seems to look at that drunken slob with something akin to respect. Colton with a big punt to the head, drags Jackson back to the center of the ring before slamming Chiyo with a bridging german suplex!"

Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Thr-"

Jim Jackson: "Chiyo gets his shoulder up at two. C4 irish whips Chiyonosake into the corner, runs at him with the intent to sandwich him with a flying knee lift, but eats a HUGE headbutt from Chiyo, bringing him down to the matt hard! You could hear that thwack from space! I think that one shook something loose there, Chiyo shaking his head back and forth, trying to clear the cobwebs... And it looks like he succeeded. In fact, he looks enlightened. Curtis Jackson... Oh my."

Brad Blood: "He just pulled a bottle of sake out from his shorts! And he's drinking it! My Gawd, that's disgusting!"

Jim Jackson: "Chiyonosake climbs the turnbuckle and waits for C4 to get up. When C4 turns around, Chiyo leaps with a falling headbutt, bringing C4 down again! Chiyonosake looks overjoyed that he has some more sake, but it looks But Jack B. Nimble doesn't appear quite as happy, seeing as how Chiyo has a foreign object. Looks like he's attempting to confiscate the bottle."

Brad Blood: "But Jackson looks to be far to obsessed chugging that thing to pay him any mind. Oh! The referee ask gives warning and asks for the bottle!"

Jim Jackson: "Chiyonosake gestures for the referee to wait...   HE DRINKS DOWN EVERY LAST DROP OF ALCOHOL!   Colton Charles Cai Cobb is back up to his feet!  He lunges towards Chiyonosake!"

Brad Blood: "Chiyo ducks!  Wait it's more like he keeled over!  C4 flies over Chiyo and over the top rope!  C4 hits the steel railings as Chiyo starts puking inside the ring!  He's singing soup!  It's the technicolor yawn!  C4 struggles to his feet...  He sees Chiyo passed out in the ring in his own puke!  All he has to do is to cover and win!"

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb jumps into the ring apron...  He sniffs and smells the puke...  He takes a look at Chiyonosake's puke covered body inside the ring.  I...  I think he's signalling no way!  C4 just leapt down from the apron and is...  He is walking away!"

Brad Blood: "NOOOOOOOOOO!  Pin him dammit!  Pin Chiyo! I've pawned my car to put my bet on you!  Come back!"

Jim Jackson: "The fans look confused!  Wait Colton Charles Cai Cobb has picked up a mic."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "I may want the title, but I'm not desperate enough to get myself covered in Upchuck-sake's puke.  I can win that title off whoever wins the grand prix next time.  So screw this!"

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb just forfeited!  This means Chiyonosake advances!"

Brad Blood: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match, due to a forfeit and advancing to the next round of the RoC World Championship Grand Prix, CHIYONOSAKE!"

Jim Jackson: "Well it looks like Chiyonosake was saved by his inebriated stupor.  Who would have thought...  A win by covering yourself with your own puke?"

Brad Blood: "M-m-my car...  How will I explain this to the missus?  FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "Looks like someone's gonna need a drinking buddy later...  Oh look...  Chiyonosake is up again!  Maybe he can join you..."

Brad Blood: "Sob~!"






"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 the crowd starts to pelt him with loud boos, proof of the legacy and notoriety that he has amassed through the years.  Ignoring the negative reaction from the crowd, he makes his way to the ring and leaps to the apron.  He lets out a loud roar which silences his detractors before he enters the ring, he lifts the mic up to his lips and speaks.

Thaddeus Rex:  "You know what's funny?  You all sit up there booing and cursing me, JUDGING ME!   That's right judging me for nothing else than being a survivor, judging me for trying to find a way to live a comfortable life.  I was never as privileged as you, I can never afford a wrestling ticket!  I always had to wonder where my next meal would come from if I even ate at all, so I did what I had to do to survive.  I lied, I stole, I cheated, I killed!  And you know what?  I was fucking good at it.  Now all you rich folks sit up there and judge me but let's admit the truth."

Thaddeus Rex pauses and chuckles a bit before continuing.

Thaddeus Rex:  "The truth is you all may say that you hate me, you all may spit at the mention of my name but you all came TO SEE ME!  That's right, you are all eager to see me fight in the ring for your amusement.  Hypocrites!  That's what you all are, you all condemn me for my brutality yet you all watch with excited anticipation on who my next victim will be.  What?  Now you are all silent?  Faced with the truth, none of you has any balls to even deny it?"

Thaddeus Rex raises the mic up towards the crowd yet only silence greets him.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Nothing?  Fucking cowards.  I faced my truth, in fact I fucked it up the ass!  Stay silent and wallow in your own shame, I don't care.  What I care about is what's happening tonight.  Tonight I move forward towards fame and fortune.  Let's face it why do wrestlers fight in this ring?  It's for a bigger fatter paycheck.  And the one that gets the fattest paycheck is the one holding the belt.  I am not here for the fans like what some wrestlers, I'm here simply for the money.  I get paid for something I enjoy doing...  I get paid for something I am good at...  You see, I get paid for beating the shit out of people.  And that is what will happen tonight as I fight a rich little white boy named TJ Austin.  I'm gonna beat him so bad his momma won't even recognize him."

With that, Thaddeus Rex drops the mic and exits the ring as "Carnivore" by Starset begins playing again, the crowd still silent in fear and in shame.


Before Thaddeus Rex can make it to the back, Alexander Melchiott steps out to block his path. With a microphone in hand, Melchiott looks at Thaddeus Rex with disgust as he begins to speak.

Alexander Melchiott: "What in the hell is wrong with you? You are 60 years old, yet you still act like a child. You cry and whine when things don't go your way and you howl with anger and resentment at anyone who doesn't agree with you. You know why you went to prison? Because you couldn't handle your anger. You say you have faced the truth, but you haven't. All you've faced is the fallacy that you have created. All you've faced are the lies and the twisted scenario that you have bred for yourself. Someone screwed you out of a title shot, so what? I've been screwed out of more title opportunities that I care to remember -- you're nothing special."

The crowd begins to get behind Alexander as he confronts the man who intimidated them moments ago.

Alexander Melchiott: "You work to get yourself a comfortable life? So what? How does that make you any different than the rest of the guys in the back? How does that make you any different than any of these people? They work for everything that they have, and yet, they give up their hard earned cash to allow us to do what we do. And yet, you think that you are above them? That you are above the people who enable you to pursue that comfortable life? The people who enable you to do what you like to do? The people who enable you to EARN a living? You aren't above them, you aren't above anybody."

Melchiott steps closer to Rex, getting into his face.

Alexander Melchiott: "All you are is a spoiled, little brat. You've always been nothing more than a brat, a brat who can't accept not getting his way. That's why you ended up in jail -- you don't have anyone else to blame but yourself. And here you are now, trying to say that you are above their judgment. No, that's not how it works. You aren't entitled to anything, and you certainly haven't earned anything here in Ring of Chaos. So here's a word of advice, get over yourself.  These people allow you to have a job, and these people can take it away whenever they want. So stop acting like you've been held down or treated unfairly all your life, because it's bullshit. You made mistakes and you've had to pay the price, so own up to it and move on."


Thaddeus Rex returns Alexander Melchiott's gaze, clearly unimpressed by the younger wrestler's retort.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Throwing my arguments back at me?  How juvenile, and that's what you are...   Juvenile!  You think you think you had it rough?  Try being a wrestler of color during the 70s.  No, you've had it easy...  You do not know what I've been through in and out of the ring.  We worked our asses off for meager pay compared to the non-colored wrestlers.  Winning the title was our ticket to the good life.  I was loyal to the company I was in, I brought in the fans, I was the one making money for management.  Sure the other members of the roster were quite capable but none of them worked as hard as I did.  None of them gave the fans what they wanted over and over and over again despite the sweat, th bruises, the blood, the broken bones...  I gave the fans what they wanted, a fucking good match!"

Thaddeus Rex pauses as he walked around Alexander Melchiott, stopping behind him.  He slowly brings his head forward to Melchiott's ear and continues gesturing towards the crowd.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Those people over there who you claim enable us to earn a living?  They aren't here for us, they are here for themselves.  They are here to sate their thirst for brutality, to them we are nothing more like animals thrown together to beat each other senseless for their satisfaction and entertainment.  I've seen wrestlers who were revered get thrown to the side like piece of unwanted trash when their careers have come to an end both by management and by the so-called fans for the next big thing.  Think hard Melchiott, we are the victims here and I refuse to be the victim."

Thaddeus Rex pauses and positions himself in front of Alexander Melchiott again.

Thaddeus Rex:  "You called me a spoiled little brat No, I'm not spoiled, I'm focused.  Focused on my goal, I know what I want and I know what path I should take to get there.  People may not agree with my way of doing things but fuck them.   You told me to own up to my mistakes and move on?   I never did say I don't own up to the crimes I've done, in fact I'm fuckin' proud of them and wear them like a badge!  I am moving on Melchiott, and my way of moving on is to say fuck you to these hypocrites and win that title.  I do not act like I've been held down or treated unfairly all my life because I have been."

The aged wrestler takes a deep breath as he turns his head and looks at the crowd one more time, clearly in disgust before returning his gaze to Melchiott.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Now a word of warning...  You best worry about your own match Melchiott, you are sticking your hands in the wrong cookie jar boy and you may not like what you find inside."

Thaddeus Rex moves forward, his shoulder knocking Alexander Melchiott's shoulder, shoving the young wrestler making him take a step back.  T-Rex continues towards the tunnel before he pauses and turns around one last time.

Thaddeus Rex:  "These people can take away my job you say?  I would like to see them try."

With that Thaddeus Rex disappears to the back leaving Alexander Melchiott and the crowd behind.




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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/14/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 13, 2014 11:47 am



The scene open with TJ Austin in his 10,000 dollar suit again barging into the office without knocking first, this time he wasn't alone. Alongside him was beautiful blonde haired girl, wearing a silver pearl necklace around her neck while wearing a long blue gown reaching down to her feet where she is wearing red high heels. TJ Austin sees the GM Lee Morrison sitting at his desk, he has a smirk on his face while looking at Morrison as he pulls out a cigar, pops in into his mouth. He gets his black lighter with a picture of a green 100 dollar bill on one side and the letters "TJ" on the other. He puts the lighter up to the cigar lighting it, putting the lighter away he takes a big puff before pulling the cigar out and exhaling the smoke from his mouth as it fills up the room quickly causing the blonde to have a bit of a coughing fit.

TJ Austin: "Hey! Toots behave yourself, I didn't pay you to act so rude. Now just put your arm around mine and look beautiful."

Feeling insulted she frowns at him, but does so hooking her arm around his. TJ Austin return to his smile looking back at Morrison. He pulls out another cigar from his pocket and places it on Morrison's desk in front of him. He also pulls out his lighter placing it near the cigar, he looks back at Lee Morrison winking at him.


Lee Morrison begins to regret why he bothered signing the wrestler standing before him.  Yes, he needed talents for his new promotion but was he that desperate?  Morrison takes a look at TJ Austin then at the cigar and lighter on his desk, then back again at Austin.

Lee Morrison:  "So is this supposed to mean anything?"

The general manager of RoC gestures at the cigar and lighter on his table.

Lee Morrison:  "Listen Mr. Austin, I am in no mood for any of your shenanigans tonight.  I would suggest that you prepare for your match.  Do not underestimate Thaddeus Rex, he is a very very very dangerous man.  Now please don't bother with any more theatrics and just get straight to the point.  What do you want?"

Lee Morrison leans back on his chair and waits for TJ Austin to reply.


TJ Austin: "Yea I know about T-Rex the old man, but why don't we talk about something more important. Why not light the cigar, relax and let's just talk."

He said as he sits on the edge of the desk, taking another puff of his cigar.

TJ Austin: "Why do you always have to be hostile with me Morrison? Why can't we just be friends or even better partners in crime? But anyways, now a couple of weeks ago, you refuse my bribe of money to give me the title. So seeing how money is not your thing, I was thinking maybe you'd like something else."

Suggesting to the blonde standing close to the desk as TJ looks at her to gesture her to do her thing. She looks at his still frowning regretting to do this for him. She walks up to Morrison and puts her hands on his shoulders.

TJ Austin: "Her name is Vivan, and she is good at what she does. And she can be yours if you give me the title. Just a little heads up, she can be a little hard to corporate with."

Looking at the girl regretting to hire her.


Lee Morrison sighs heavily...

Lee Morrison:  "You are mistaken Mr. Austin, I do love money, but what you are offering me doesn't even begin to compensate what will happen if I just sold you the title.  The wrestling fans are intelligent these days, they know a faux-champ when they see one and if by some lack of judgment I sell you the title, they will drop RoC faster than a hot potato...  We'll have to close shop Mr. Austin, which means no more income for me."

Lee Morrison stands up and leans forward, his eyes staring into TJ Austin.

Lee Morrison:  "So listen to me carefully Mr. Austin...  I've invested too much in this wrestling federation just to screw it all up for a measly sum.  You bribes so far are just pennies and dimes compared to what I make every night from ticket sales and advertising alone...  So get this in your thick skull...  IF YOU WANT THE TITLE, GO OUT AND FIGHT FOR IT!  I hope I made myself clear Mr. Austin, now good night."

Lee Morrison settles back to his chair again and waves TJ Austin in dismissal.


TJ Austin: "Whatever! I'm outta here."

Stomping out of the room leaving Vivan alone with the Lee Morrison.


KLANG!

Upon hearing a loud noise toward the door which Austin just left from, Vivan turns around to see the inanimate wrestler known as Upward-Step Model 52m3 leaning against the door frame. Squealing in excitement, Vivan rushes toward The Ladder and begins kowtowing over it. Lifting it up in excitement she rushes out, leaving Lee Morrison alone in his room.






VS

Jim Jackson:  "Welcome back folks to the third match in the RoC World Championship Grand Prix Group B.  We already have two men advancing tonight namely Berry Sawyer and Chiyonosake and now battling for another slot are Thaddeus Rex and TJ Austin!"

Brad Blood:  "That's right T-Rex may have proven in our premiere show that he is a bad-ass but tonight I fear that the wonderful and charismatic TJ Austin will prevail over the 60 year-old.  The younger, stronger and faster Austin will probably run circles around T-Rex tonight."

Jim Jackson:  "Sigh...  You took TJ Austin's money did you?  That's why you're sucking up to him..."

Brad Blood:  "How did you find ou...  I mean I don't know what you are talking about.  Oh look!  Alice is gonna announce the wrestlers in now!"

Alice Aoi: "The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall and it is a RoC Championship Grand Prix elimination match! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York... T-Rex, 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 the crowd starts to pelt him with loud boos, proof of the legacy and notoriety that he has amassed through the years.  Ignoring the negative reaction from the crowd, he makes his way to the ring and leaps to the apron.  He lets out a loud roar which silences his detractors before he enters the ring and heads to his corner to wait for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next his opponent, standing at  6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York...  TJ AUSTIN!"

"I Come from Money" by S-Preme booms through the big speakers as the crowd immediately boo the man that comes down to the ring. He holds a ward of cash in his hand, cockily counting the money as he shows it to the camera. With the snarky smile he hops into the ring and waits for his opponent.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Wait what's TJ Austin doing?  TJ Austin just produced a wad of hundred dollar bills and is offering it to Thaddeus Rex!  He's...  HE'S BRIBING THADDEUS REX TO FORFEIT THE MATCH!"

Brad Blood:  "It's genius!  What a great strategy coming from the great mind of TJ Austin.  T-Rex should just accept the money and forfeit.  Not only does he earn some extra moolah, he also doesn't need to fight, I mean he's already 60 for crying out loud.  He should be resting in a beach somewhere not fighting in the ring."

Jim Jackson:  "NO!  THADDEUS REX ACCEPTS THE MONEY!  THADDEUS REX ACCEPTED THE BRIBE MONEY AND IS NOW EXITING THE RING!"

Brad Blood:  "Haha!  Good call T-Rex!  TJ Austin is on his way to be the next RoC World Champ!  Look at him celebrating to the crowd's cheers."

Jim Jackson:  "You mean jeers Brad, the crowd is booing loudly, they are here to watch a match and what they get is...  WAIT!!!  THADDEUS REX ENTERS THE RING AGAIN AND ATTACKS TJ AUSTIN FROM BEHIND!  THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

Brad Blood:  "W-WHAT?!  THAT SNAKE!  HE ALREADY TOOK AUSTIN'S MONEY AND NOW HE DOUBLE CROSSES AUSTIN?!  THE NERVE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Hard rights by Thaddeus Rex stuns TJ Austin.  Irish whip sends Austin to the ropes...  T-Rex with a stiff clothesline sends Austin to the canvas.  Austin gets up again...  T-Rex intercepts him with a knee to the gut...  He lifts Austin up...  TJ Austin slips down behind T-Rex!  Irish whip by Austin...  T-Rex reverses, Austin is sent to the ropes instead!  Shoudler block knocks Austin down!"

Brad Blood:  "That Judas!  T-Rex already accepted the money, how dare he attack Austin!  That cheat!  Now he has the advantage because he practically ambushed Austin.  He should be disqualified!"

Jim Jackson:  "TJ Austin starts to fight back...  He lands a couple of chops to Thaddeus Rex's chest.  Irish whip sends T-Rex to the ropes...  Back body drop sends T-Rex to the mat!  Austin goes high...  Flying shoulder tackle by Austin sends T-Rex to the mat once more!  T-Rex gets back up... Austin hits a stump piledriver on Thaddeus Rex."

Brad Blood:  "Yeah!  That's the way to do it!  Show T-Rex what happens to those that double-cross you TJ! Austin goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Only a two count and Thaddeus Rex gets a shoulder up!  TJ Austin goes for a headlock...  T-Rex powers out of the headlock. T-Rex hits a right hand and Austin staggers.  Bodyslam by T-Rex.  T-Rex grabs Austin...  Thaddeus Rex holds both the opponent's arms under his own, and delivers a series of headbutts to his opponent, who is unable to counter executing an Unbridled Ferocity.  He hits his signature move on TJ Austin!  TJ Austin is staggering around in the ring like a headless chicken before falling to the canvas!  T-Rex for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Haha!  TJ kicks out at two!  That old fogey will now get his due!  C'mon TJ fight back and show T-Rex what you are made of!   Make sure he doesn't get away with this treachery!  Show the world what the future RoC Champion is made of!"

Jim Jackson:  "Massive lariat by Thaddeus Rex.  T-Rex begins to stomp away at TJ Austin.  Austin manages to scamper away...  Thaddeus Rex chases after him!  Big clothesline on Austin.  Irish whip sends Austin to the corner...  T-Rex goes in for the kill...  Austin blocks a kick from Thaddeus Rex.  Austin with an eye rake blinds T-Rex!  The ref gives Austin a warning!  T-Rex turns around...  Spear by TJ Austin!"

Brad Blood:  "Haha!  That what you get you betrayer!  Did you see that spear?  It was perfect!  The speed, the angle, the power!  T-Rex probably felt the impact throughout his body, every bone, muscle and arthritis!  TJ goes for the cover!  "

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Still only a two count!  Thaddeus Rex gets a shoulder up in time.  T-Rex tries to get up...  Snapmare by TJ Austin sends him back to the canvas.  Elbow drop by Austin...  Misses!  T-Rex gets back to his feet...  TJ Austin charges in... Arm drag by T-Rex sends him to the mat!  Austin rolls back up... Another arm drag takes him down agin.  Austin rolls back up another time...  Dropkick by T-Rex sends him down!  T-Rex grabs the legs, he's going for a figure four leglock!  He locks it in!  Austin is screaming in pain!"

Brad Blood:  "Fight it TJ fight it!  Don't let that Judas win!  C'mon just reach out!  You're just a few inches away from the ropes...  HE MAKES IT!  WAIT!  T-REX IS NOT LETTING GO!  THAT BASTARD!  The referee is starting to count!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex releases his hold one count shy of getting disqualified but the damage has already been done.  T-Rex stomps on TJ Austin's leg, the same leg that he abused just moments earlier.  T-Rex picks Austin up...  He's going for a powebomb...  No!  Austin rains punches down on T-Rex's head!  TJ Austin escapes from the powebomb attempt!  Russian leg sweep by Austin takes T-Rex down!"

Brad Blood:  "YESSSSSS!  Now beat that nigga' down!  Looks like TJ is preparing for his signature maneuver... The Paycheck!  Thaddeus is going down!"

Jim Jackson:  "TJ Austin gets behind Thaddeus Rex wraps around his waist, he lifts him into the air flipping Thaddeus Rex around dropping his face on his knee hitting a devastating Paycheck!   Thaddeus Rex is down!  TJ Austin goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Dammit!  Why won't you just stay down and let my benefactor win?  Curse you T-Rex!  Curse you!"

Jim Jackson:  "|TJ Austin slams Thaddeus Rex down.  T-Rex gets back up to his feet but Austin bodyslams Thaddeus Rex again.  Thaddeus Rex powers out of a TJ Austin headlock.  Big uppercut by T-Rex stuns Austin!  Fallaway slam by Thaddeus Rex.  Austin gets back up...  Right into a side suplex from T-Rex.  T-Rex from the second rope...  Leg drop misses!  Austin with a delayed hangman's neckbreaker on Thaddeus Rex.  T-Rex staggers back to his feet...  And walks into a spike slam!"

Brad Blood:  "Ha!  That's the way to do it TJ!  Put that old man back where he belongs!  In an old people's home!  That backstabber has no business here in this wrestling ring."

Jim Jackson:  "TJ Austin misses a big legdrop.  Stiff chop by Thaddeus Rex lights up Austin.  Reverse atomic drop by T-Rex makes Austin cry out an octave higher!  DDT plants Austin to the mat!  Thaddeus Rex from the second turn buckle...  Elbow drop misses!  Austin rolls away in the last second!  Austin throws a right, blocked by T-Rex!  Flapjack from T-Rex!  He goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Whew!  Close call!  C'mon TJ...  Fight back!  Don't lose to that hasbeen who just wants to relive his glory years.  Retire T-Rex permanently!"

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex with a spinning neckbreaker on Austin.  T-Rex looks like he's gonna set TJ Austin up for his signature move...  Thaddeus Rex approaches his opponent who is lying facing down. He grabs his opponent's arms, and pulls it to his opponent's back. Thaddeus Rex then rolls or flips forward into a bridge, applying pressure on the wrist and elbow executing a Grounding the Prey.  T-Rex locks it in!  Austin is in a precarious situation now!"

Brad Blood:  "C'mon TJ!  Don't tap!  Don't tap!  DON'T TAP!"

Jim Jackson:  "Well I got to hand it to you Brad, at least you're loyal, once you get bought, you stay bought..."

Brad Blood:  "Of cour...  I mean I don't know what you are talking about!  Look!  TJ looks like he's getting a second wind!  C'mon TJ!  YOU CAN DO IT!"

Jim Jackson:  " TJ Austin fights out of the hold!  Thaddeus Rex with a big swing but Austin ducks under it!  Knee by T-Rex...  Blocked by Austin!  Irish whip by Austin sends T-Rex to the ropes...  Spinebuster by TJ Austin.  TJ Austin is signalling for his finisher!  And that's as far as he gets!  T-Rex blocks the attempt and counters with a knee to the gut!"

Brad Blood:  "NOOOOO!  So close!  If TJ hits his finisher it would be all over!  Damn you and your resiliency Thaddeus Rex...  DAMN YOU!"

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex grabs TJ Austin and attempts a suplex...  Austin blocks and counters with a suplex of his own!  Austin picks T-Rex up...  Austin DDTs Thaddeus Rex.  Knee drop by Austin...  Connects!  Irish whip by Austin sends T-Rex slamming into the corner!  Austin leaps unto the second turnbuckle...  TJ Austin hits some punches. One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  T-Rex slumps to the ground!  Again TJ Austin signals for his finisher!   He grabs T-Rex...  T-REX BITES AUSTIN ON THE INNER THIGH!  The ref separates the two wrestlers and gives T-Rex a warning!"

Brad Blood:  "WHAT THE?!  A WARNING?!  HE SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED!  C'MON REF?!  WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR SENSE OF JUDGMENT?!  DID YOU LEAVE IT AT HOME?!  Uh-oh...  Looks like TJ is pissed...  Now you've done it...  Thaddeus is in for some pain!"

Jim Jackson:  "TJ Austin lands a couple of punches...  He whips Thaddeus Rex around and is going for a German suplex...  Thaddeus Rex pulls a mule kick out of nowhere.  Big clothesline on Austin.  T-Rex DDTs TJ Austin driving his head to the canvas!   Austin receives some punishment before T-Rex goes for a submission...  Austin counters an arm wringer with an elbow to the side of the head.  TJ Austin with a forearm to the face stuns T-Rex.  T-Rex walks into a side choke slam.  Austin is signalling again for his finisher..."

Brad Blood:  "You know what they say Jim... Third time's the charm...  This time TJ is gonna drive the final nail into Thaddeus' coffin.  Looks like TJ is going for The Bounced Check!  Austin grabs the groggy Thaddeus Rex and places his head between his legs..."

Jim Jackson:  "THADDEUS REX COUNTERS WITH A BACK BODY DROP!"

Brad Blood:  "GOD DAMMIT!!!  GET UP TJ!  GET UP!"

Jim Jackson:  "And get up he does...  Right into the hands of Thaddeus Rex!  Fallaway slam by Thaddeus Rex. TJ Austin tries to get up but T-Rex is all over him!  Full Nelson slam by T-Rex!  Austin tries to get back to his feet...  Thaddeus Rex turns Austin inside-out with a clothesline!   Austin grabs on to the ropes for support, he tries to get himself back up...  Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him to the ground.  He then mounts his opponent and proceeds to hammer down with both fists until his opponent is beaten to unconsciousness executing an extremely violent Rampage.  T-Rex for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Referee Name:  "One! Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall and advancing to the next round of the RoC World Championship Grand Prix, T-Rex...  THADDEUS REX"

Jim Jackson:  "And Thaddeus Rex beats out TJ Austin to secure a spot in the next round of the grand prix...  Wait what is he doing?  T-Rex just pulled TJ Austin's wallet from his pants...  He...  He's taking all of TJ Austin's money!  He drops the wallet into Austin's still unconscious head and exits the ring!"

Brad Blood:  "Not only is he a backstabber but he's also a THIEF!  A THIEF!!!  Someone should arrest his ass and put it back where it belongs...  PRISON!"






The scene opens on Julie Rodriguez, the backstage interviewer of RoC, standing outside of a locker room clearly labeled  
"" checking her appearance in a hand mirror. She turns to the camera before beginning to speak.


Julie Rodriguez: "So, do you know anything about this guy? All I know for a fact is that he has some sort of obsession with ladders."

Cameraman: "Oh, yeah, I've met... Him, miss. And it's not an obsession... Oh, and before you ask for clarification, I've kinda started filming already, sooo...

Julie takes a moment to fully process that fact that she's slacking on film, although once that message gets through she quickly puts away her mirror and knocking on the door. No one answered with words, though the overall lack of response from the wrestler within seems to indicate that she was very much open to walk on in.

Julie Rodriguez: "I'm... not sure why, but I feel like I'm very welcome to just walk on in.

Following her instincts, Julie opens the door and walks on through, right into the very plain and nearly empty room. All the same, the overall sheepishness in its hinges seems to indicate that the lone ladder in the room is quite embarrassed and would have tidied things up had it known there would be company. Julie keeps her eyes on the ladder for a moment, though begins glancing around the room for signs of life.

Julie Rodriguez: "Um... Mister Upward-Step? Is anyone here?"

Cameraman: "Miss, you um... You're looking at it.

The overall skip in its steps seems to indicate that Upward-Step Model 52m3 is very very happy to meet Rodriguez. Its mood, seeming to take a sudden dip as noticeable through the blankness of it's open legs, indicates that it's remembering its first couple of shows under contract, in which it was used as nothing other than an inanimate object. Though the reflectiveness of its steps seems to indicate that it firmly believes that now that Julie was here to show the world what he truly was, he could start to become something more; something better; something-

Julie Rodriguez: "Not funny, cameraman. I have to actually find this guy. Do you know how bad it would look if, three shows in I already miss an interview? Seriously, not funny at all! Now I have to go... find this guy."

As Julie walks out of the room, the overall devastatedness of its spirit seems to come to light through the pained creak of Lader's joints. But... apparently, its used to being written off, as it seems to recover quickly; indicated through the fact that it didn't fall over in aguish like most ladders would. Through its resolve it indicates that it'll just prove itself in the ring.

I mean, what was an interview gonna prove anyhow? It's a LADDER.






Xavier Blood:  "That's right ladies, I'm the real deal.  Not only am I a bonafide wrestler, I'm also a bonafide hunk."

The girls surrounding Xavier Blood giggle loudly.  With a smug look on his face, Xavier Blood continues to flirt with the girls by lifting up his shirt and revealing his six-pack.

Xavier Blood:  "C'mon ladies, just look at this fine specimen right here.  Don't be afraid, you can touch it, it won't bite."

Just as the girls slowly move their fingers towards Xavier Blood's abdomen, a loud KLANG! is heard.  The girls whip their heads around and see a ladder leaned against the wall.

Girl 1:  "OH EM GEE!  IT'S UPWARD-STEP MODEL 52M3!!!"

The girls squeals loudly and suddenly rush over towards the ladder fawning over the inanimate wrestler.  Xavier Blood's anger slowly rises as he is left  alone holding his shirt up shivering as the cold cold air touches the bare skin of his perfect yet lonely six-pack.

Xavier Blood:  "You don't know what you are missing ladies!  You'll regret this!  When I win tonight against that... That ladder, don't you all come crawling back to me!  I won't take you all back even if you begged on your knees!  Mark my words, I shall have the last laugh tonight as I advance to the next round of the RoC Championship Grand Prix.  I shall prove to everyone here tonight that piece of junk you are all going gaga over is only good for one thing and that's custodian duty!"

Xavier Blood walks out in a huff as the girls continue to ignore him and squeal over the ladder.






VS

Brad Blood: "It's time for the Main Event for the evening, Jim!  It's time for these people to get their money's worth when they see my son advance in this tournament!"

Jim Jackson: "It's not the Main Eve-"

Brad Blood: "Shut up, Jim!  It may as well be the Main Event because this is the only match tonight that anybody cares about!  The match with my son in it!  The match with someone as Handsome as me!"

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen!  The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall and it is a RoC Championship Grand Prix elimination match!  Introducing first, standing at 12 feet tall and weighing in at 65 pounds, hailing from Parts Unknown...  The Ladder, UPWARD-STEP MODEL 52M3!"

"Ladder Song" by Bright Eyes plays throughout the arena. And then a ladder falls from the sky and lands in the ring? Fuck, I don't know...

Alice Aoi:  "And his opponent for tonight, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 195 pounds, hailing from Houston, Texas...  XAVIER BLOOD!"

"Bloody Monday" by U2 starts playing on the loudspeakers as Xavier Blood leaps out from the entrance tunnel.  Brad Blood cheers wildly for his son as Xavier Blood makes his way to the ring.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Xavier attempts to body slam Ladder, but the awkward height of his opponent allows Ladder to land behind him.  Turning around, Xavier attempts to lift Ladder again, but the overzealous attempt causes Ladder to fall on top of Xavier!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood: "Xavier pushes Ladder off of him at two.  I... I think my son almost just got beat in less than 30 seconds by a Ladder..."

Jim Jackson: "Xavier pulls Ladder up before smacking Ladder with a hard elbow, but Xavier only hurt himself!  As he dances around trying to get his arm to stop hurting, Ladder wobbles back and forth before falling forward and cracking Xavier across the skull!"

Brad Blood: "My son is being beaten up by a Ladder... I mean, that clearly possessed Ladder is putting up a good fight in there against my son!  A normal superstar would be out cold after a move like that!"

Jim Jackson: "Xavier Blood gets back to his feet with a look of pure hatred on his face!  Gripping Ladder, Blood attempts to lift Ladder up for a body slam, but Ladder snaps shut on Xavier's fingers!  Dropping Ladder, Xavier dances around in pain before charging at Ladder.  But Ladder falls over and again cracks Xavier on the skull!  Xavier is busted open!  Ladder is on top of a fallen Xavier!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood: "But Xavier kicks out just before the three, showing tremendous heart in the face of this possessed being's powerful offensive!"


Jim Jackson: "The referee pulls Ladder to a standing position before checking on Xavier, but Xavier pushes the referee back and into the standing Ladder, knocking it over!  As the referee tries to scold him, Xavier hops on top of Ladder for the cover."

Brad Blood: "This could be it!  After a hard fought battle, my son could put away that possessed piece of hardware!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two!  Three!"


DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by pinfall and advancing to the next round of the RoC Championship Grand Prix...  XAVIER BLOOD!"

Jim Jackson: "Well... that was certainly one of the more odd matches I have ever seen.  Regardless, Xavier Blood has defeated Upward-Step Model 52m3 to advance in this tournament."

Brad Blood: "That's right, Jim!  My son defeated that possessed Ladder in a magnificent display!  He accomplished something that no one else on this roster can say that they have done!  He's defeated an inhuman opponent, defied all odds, and secured his place in this tournament!  The fans are going absolutely wild, Jim!  Wild at the prospect of having someone as Handsome as my son as their-"

THWACK!

Jim Jackson: "I'm sorry everyone, it seems that a small tremor just hit the arena and made my chair lurch, causing my fist to inadvertently collide with Brad Blood's jaw."



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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/14/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 13, 2014 11:48 am



"Entrance of the Gladiators" by Julius Fučík starts playing on the loudspeakers as a light show captivates the audience and smoke rises from the ground. Boy Bakla, Little Wang and The Morbidly Obese Man steps out from the entrance tunnel and passes through the smoke. As they make their way down to the ring, pyrotechnics starts shooting from the sides of the ramp. The three wrestlers wave to the fans before entering the ring, it was then Boy Bakla steps forward with a mic in hand and begins to address the crowd.

Boy Bakla:  "Well that was embarrassing...  Losing to Shogun after my declaration on the last show.  But c'est la vie, no use crying of spilled milk or premature ejaculation."

The crowd laughs at Boy Bakla's joke.

Boy Bakla:  "I'm not making any excuses, Shogun is a great competitor and a great wrestler.  I shouldn't have underestimated him even with his condition, but tonight isn't about me.  Tonight it's about my friends over here.  That's right, tonight Little Wang and The Morbidly Obese Man shall be facing Roller Coaster of Love.  Two masked men who have deliciously chiseled bodies.  Ooh, how I would really love to peel those masks off slowly and see what's undernea..."

Little Wang nudges Boy Bakla and the crowd laughs again.

Boy Bakla:  "As I was saying, tonight my friends here will be facing Roller Coaster of Love and they shall get their chance to do what I unfortunately have failed to do...  To win and put The Sideshow Superstars in the running for RoC titles!  So to the Roller Coaster of Love...  Even with your sexy hot bodies under those mysterious masks, I'm afraid we have to put you down tonight and decommission your roller coaster."

Bakla then hands the mic to Little Wang as he steps forward.


Little Wang:  "As my fliend Boy Bakla here said, tonight we shall stop the Roller Coaster of Love.  We studied the tapes of their matches tholoughly and we formulated a stlategy on how to take them.  Now many of you would think that I be the weak link op this team, that my partner The Molbidly Obese Man will be the one doing heavy lipting.  That if we lose, it plobably be because of me, the midget!  Well you are wlong, I train vely vely hard por this match, I no hindlance to my team mate!  And tonight I show ebelyone that it is not the size that matters but how you use it!  Because we all know that big things come in small packages."

Little Wang pauses as the crowd begins to cheer, he then hands the mic to The Morbidly Obese Man.


The Morbidly Obese Man:  "Well there's not much left for me to say that my friends here haven't said.  First thing is first, Little Wang, little buddy...  You are not a hindrance. I have just started working with you but I already know how hard you've worked and all the effort you've put into honing your craft.  You do not need to prove anything to me or the fans here.  Our opponents may think that picking on you later would be to their advantage but I'm sure you'll prove them wrong.  It is a honor to be your tag partner and don't you forget that little buddy."

The crowd goes "AWWW!" as what the big wrestler said hit them on the feels.

The Morbidly Obese Man:  "Now, to my friend Bakla, I promise you that me and Little Wang here will do our best to win and advance in the tag tournament.  We will be the ones to face Team Symphony in the finals and win the ROC Tag Team Championships, not only for The Sideshow Superstars but also for you the fans!"

The Morbidly Obese Man points at the crowd who erupt in loud cheering.

The Morbidly Obese Man:  "We have been called freaks, we have been looked down upon because we are different, but it's being different that makes us special.  It's being looked down upon that gives us strength and it's being freaks that bond us together!  The Sideshow Superstars may have stumbled but we remain strong and even if we fail to win the titles, we won't fail to win your hearts!"

The crowd cheers again as "Entrance of the Gladiators" by Julius Fučík starts playing on the loudspeakers and The Sideshow Superstars exits the ring waving to the fans.






The scene opens with the camera zoomed in on the name plate on with Roller Coaster of Love crossed out and Felipe Shido written over top of it on a locker room door.  The camera then zooms out to show the door lying on the flooring with yelling being heard in the background to which the camera turns to show El Loco yelling at Felipe Shido.

El Loco: "Why is the tag team name crossed out on the door, what the hell Holmes."

Felipe Shido: "Well you see you weren't here and I was having some personal time, why weren't you here anyways?"

El Loco: "I got arrested."

Felipe Shido:  "...w-what?"

El Loco: "Ah yes I remember it like it was yesterday."

*The screen starts the wave indicating a flashback but then stops because this is a live promo and they can't do that kinda thing*

El Loco:  "Well you see I was at Burger King, hungry after traveling. I thought to myself I'mma get a fish fillet why not spoil myself for once. So I go up to the counter and the guy working the 'til is all like sir would you like to try our angry Whopper. Me being the tough sunovabitch I took offense. This guy looks at me sees my mask and my ethnicity and implies that I must be angry. This of course made me angry.  So I start yelling at this guy and start strongly using my body language."

Felipe Shido:  "...Go on."

El Loco: "This guy was actually kind tall and guess I pressed the right buttons and he came at me. So I hit him with a Locomotion right there in the Burger King. But I wasn't done there I dragged him into the play area and let him know it was my turf. I drowned him in the balls, told them they were my balls and said he'd always be beneath them."

Felipe Shido: "So how'd you get out of jail."

El Loco:  "The Stand, your ground rule."

Felipe Shido: "But you drowned him in the ball pit."

EL Loco: "Which is why I had to make him realize it was my turf. People are real dumb man."

Felipe Shido: "I don't think that's how it works."

The pair turn to look at the camera man standing there.

El Loco:  "Aww hell naw I know this limpbizkit wasn't just recording everything I said."

El Loco walks over and punches the camera man taking the camera.

El Loco:  "We're not done here Felipe just give me 30 seconds give me a couple minutes to do some technine shit."


The camera feed cuts back in to show El Loco and Felipe looking in the camera.

El Loco: "And we're back I hope you all enjoyed mine and Felipe's rehearsal to our new movie."

Felipe Shido: "What movie?!  We don't have a movie, well I do but they're more of a private collection kinda thing."

El Loco looks at Felipe with the stare of the glaring hot power of a George Foreman grill. Felipe seems oblivious to the fact.

Felipe Shido: "Anyways now that you're here we should address our opponents. Little Wang you have get to fight big Wang I mean, I've proven it's bigger than you are. I could probably just smack you in the face with it and you would be able to reach me. And that disgusting creature the morbidly obese fat man. Can we just put the fat people that size in like fat camps?"

El Loco: "I dunno Holmes. I dated a fat chick once, they know how to eat and suck.  I mean she did things with her mou..."

Felipe cuts him off while attempting to play it cool.

Felipe Shido: "Anyways the fact of the matter is Love is a battlefield and we're a Roller Coaster of Love going straight to the top and coasting easily the rest of the way.:

El Loco: "Like me cheating through high school."

Felipe Shido: "We may not be the most synergistic, hell we still don't know why we put up with each other. But we get results."

El Loco:  "Like me through high school."

Felipe Shido: "So we have The Worlds Sexiest Masked Man, vs The Morbidly Obese Fatman, and Little Wang vs .... Chimichang...a?"

El Loco:  "First of all you didn't even try with that one, second of all DAT'S RACIST!"

Felipe Shido: "I'm not apologizing."

El Loco:  "Here let me try, The Low Down vs Hung Low."

Felipe Shido: "Fair enough. And if all goes well Little Wang will have some "Big Trouble in Little China". We'll take you two and then we're gonna beat Team Symphony and win the tag titles. Those titles definitely won't be the last thing hanging from my waist."

El Loco: "See you two soon Holmes."

The camera cuts to the knocked out camera man with two penii wearing luchadore masks drawn on his face before fading to black.






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Jim Jackson:  "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the final match of the evening.  What a night we have had so far.  Tonight we saw Berry Sawyer, Chiyonosake, Thaddeus Rex and Xavier Blood..."

Brad Blood:  "GOOD JOB SON~!  You really showed that ladder what you are made of, it'll think twice next time before messing with you again!"

Jim Jackson:  "Yeaaah...  Riiight...   Like fighting an inanimate object is something to be proud of.  You do realize he's gonna get massacred in the next round when he faces Thaddeus Rex right?"

Brad Blood:  "T-that w-won't h-happen!  My X-Xavier will w-win against that old timer!"

Jim Jackson:  "And pigs will learn to fly."

Brad Blood:  "Exactl...  HEEEY~!"

Jim Jackson:  "Anyway, before Brad here spins further into his delusion, let us go forward with our final match of the evening, a tag team match for the RoC Tag Team Grand Prix between Little Boy & Fat Man and Roller Coaster of Love!  The winner shall be facing Team Symphony for the RoC Tag Team Belts on the next show!"

Brad Blood:  "It IS possible to teach pigs to fly right Jim?"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is a RoC Tag Team Grand Prix elimination tournament match.  Introducing first, with a combined weight of over 600 pounds give or take, the team of Little Wang and The Morbidly Obese Man...  LITTLE BOY & FAT MAN!"

"Entrance of the Gladiators" by Julius Fučík starts playing on the loudspeakers as a light show captivates the audience and smoke rises from the ground. Stepping through the smoke is the massive wrestler known as The Morbidly Obese Man and sitting on this shoulders, the tiny superstar Little Wang. They wave to the crowd as they make their way down the entrance ramp and into the ring.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, their opponents, with the combined weight of 418 pounds, the team of El Loco and Felipo Shido...  ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE!"

"Love Rollercoaster" by Ohio Players plays as Felipe Shido comes out and girates his hips, then El Loco comes up behind him shining gang signs in his face. Felipe looks at him with a disapproving look before shrugging as they walk down to and into the ring. Felipe lies down in the corner in French girl pose as El Loco sits on the rope and bounces up and down throwing more gang signs and flipping off random people.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  It will be Little Wang and El Loco facing off for their respective teams first.  Little Wang charges towards El Loco...  El Loco holds Little Wang at bay as Wang swings wildly into the air, his short arms never reaching his target.  El Loco shoves Wang off who quickly rolls back to his feet and charges back.  El Loco quickly gets down to his knees and intercepts Little Wang with a headbutt!  Bodyslam by El Loco!"

Brad Blood:  "Seriously TMOM should have just started off for their team, Wang is practically useless in the ring.  Maybe he's a masochist and just wants to punish himself.   Loco isn't even breaking a sweat."

Jim Jackson:  "Tag to Felipe Shido. Roller Coaster of Love kneel down and whips Wang into the corner. El Loco whips Felipe Shido in for a hard knee to Wang's face as a follow-up.  Wang is down!  Shido goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two.."

Brad Blood:  "Wang manages to kick out of that one but how much longer can the midget last?  He tries to reach out for TMOM's hand but his stubby arms just ain't long enough...  Seriously, what is TMOM thinking handicapping himself by partnering with Wang?   Felipe is grinding his hips taunting us with  his obviously large package..."

Jim Jackson:  "Jealous Brad?  Oh!!!  Driven DDT by Felipe Shido.  Little Wang is down and Shido quickly goes for a headlock...  Wang pushes out of Felipe Shido's hold.  Wang hits a Shining wizard while Shido is still kneeling on one knee!  Wang quickly scampers up to the top rope...  Flying elbow off the top rope by Little Wang right in the middle of Shido's chest!  Wang leaps for The Morbidly Obese Man's open hand...  HE GETS A TAG!"

Brad Blood:  "And here comes the blob!  TMOM enters the ring!  We may not see it underneath the mask but I think Felipe Shido probably has a look of terror now.  The tables have now turned!  The wrestler dubeed as The Sexiest Masked Man Alive quickly tries to get away and get a tag!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Morbidly Obese Man catches Felipe Shido!  Hard slam by TMOM.  Shido staggers to his feet...  Hard chop sends Shido down again.  TMOM leaps...  Leg drop almost cuts Shido in half!  I think Shido's legs are twitching as he lay there on the canvas!"

Brad Blood:  "That's not the only thing that's twitching Jim.  Look at his member!  It's also twitching in sync to his legs...  It's actually pretty hypnotic...  I...  Can't...  Look...  Away!   It's like..."

Jim Jackson:  "You're infatuated with his cock?"

Brad Blood:  "Yea...  HEEEY~!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Morbidly Obese Man climbs up to the second turnbuckle...  He leaps...  BODY SPLASH FLATTENS FELIPE SHIDO!  Shido has stopped twitching!  TMOM goes for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "I-I think he's dead Jim!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido manages to get his shoulder up!  The Morbidly Obese Man looks shock!  El Loco is breathing a sigh of relief from their corner!  Shido gets back to his feet, he's still wobbly...  He tries to slip past TMOM...  Back elbow connects, Shido staggers backward. Shido ducks a wild right hand and counters with a second rope flying axe handle, TMOM staggers back!  Tag between Felipe Shido and El Loco.  Roller Coaster of Love with a double kick to TMOM's midsection.  They try to lift him for a double suplex..."

Brad Blood:  "TMOM's weight is just too much for them, even with their combined strength!  They try to lift TMOM again...  And the same thing happens!  TMOM just grabbed their heads and knocked them together!  Looks like there is just no way for Roller Coaster of Love to deal with TMOM.  Felipe conviniently rolls out of the ring."

Jim Jackson:  "The Morbidly Obese Man picks El Loco up for a powerbomb...  El Loco leaps over TMOM's head and lands behind him!  El Loco turns around...  And he eats TMOM's spinning back elbow!   Chokeslam by TMOM!  Things are looking grim for El Loco.  El Loco staggers back to his feet.  Irish whip by TMOM sends El Loco to the ropes!  El Loco ducks below a clothesline attempt!  He bounces back...  TMOM with another clothesline attempt...  El Loco again ducks under it!  El Loco leaps to the second rope...  Spinning axe kick connects!  TMOM staggers!  TMOM walks into a high dropkick from El Loco!  That rocked TMOM but the big man is still on his feet!"

Brad Blood:  "El Loco is bouncing off the ropes trying to get more momentum.  TMOM tries to catch him but the smaller wrestler easily ducks below TMOM's arms!  If El Loco gets enough speed, he may be able to do some attack that will actually have an effect on TMOM!"

Jim Jackson:  "An astute observation Brad...  The Morbidly Obese Man lunges at another attempt to catch El Loco...  El Loco leaps over TMOM...  SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA SENDS TMOM TUMBLING FORWARD!  El Loco again on the ropes...  Springboard body splash...  NO!   The Morbidly Obese Man catches him and locks his hands around his opponent, squeezing him. He then shakes his opponent around like a rag doll executing a Big Love."

Brad Blood:  "Yikes!  TMOM has El Loco in his signature submission maneuver Big Love!  I would have thought that if anyone is recieving Big Love tonight it would have been Felipe.  El Loco tries to reach for Felipe's arm but TMOM  just tightens his squeeze!  If this keeps up El Loco will suffocate under TMOM's fat!  Imagine that Jim, death by blubber!"

Jim Jackson:  "Wait El Loco with an ear clap on The Morbidly Obese Man...  TMOM holds on...  Another ear clap by El Loco!  And another!  And another!  TMOM's grip loosens!  El Loco slips free!  El Loco with a kick to TMOM's middle...  He jumps and brings one leg over TMOM's head and uses his weight to drive the big man into the ground!  It's El Loco's signature Fame Asser!  El Loco goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two.."

Brad Blood:  "TMOM just threw El Loco four feet into the air and gets out of that cover!   El Loco shakes off the effects but TMOM has gotten a tag out to Wang!  Why?!  Why tag in the midget again?!  That is seriously one flawed strategy!  TMOM can soak the damage, he shouldn't even let that midget back in the ring!  This will just end in disaster."

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang leaps to the top turnbuckle...  He leaps...  El Loco catches him in mid-air and slams him down hard into the canvas!"

Brad Blood:  "See?  What did I tell you?  That midget has no business in this wrestling ring.  He's a mascot at best for crying out loud.  TMOM should ditch him, I mean TMOM is a tag team by himself."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco kneels and strikes Little Wang.  El Loco boots Wang and starts stomping on the dwarfed wrestler.  Tag between El Loco and Felipe Shido.  Roller Coaster of Love hook up Wang, then hit a double suplex. Shido hooks the leg."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two.."

Brad Blood:  "The wrestler with a big wang fails to pin down Little Wang!  You see what I did there Jim?"

Jim Jackson face palms and shakes his head.

Jim Jackson:  "Second rope flying axe handle from Felipe Shido and Little Wang goes down.  Shido goes up to the top turnbuckle...  He leaps...  WANG RAMS HIS HEAD INTO SHIDO'S GROIN!  Shido howls in pain!  Little Wang stands between his opponent's legs and hits an uppercut to his opponent's groin executing a surprisingly painful Little Surprise.  The ref doesn't see it and poor Shido just got a double whammy on his crown jewels.  Little Wang leaps to the top turn buckle...  He leaps towards Shido...  Felipe Shido takes a hurricanrana!  Wang goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two.."

Brad Blood:  "Felipe gets a shoulder up at two!  Wang tags out to TMOM!  Felipe is still down and rolling on the canvas clutching his most prized possession...  Oh the humanity!  Little Wang has shown us the it's not the size that matters but how you use it!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Morbidly Obese Man picks Felipo Shido up...  Spinebuster by TMOM!  The big wrestler still is not done...  He picks Shido up...  BRAINBUSTER~!  Shido lays unmoving on the canvas!  TMOM goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two.."

Brad Blood:  "El Loco disrupts the count and saves his partner.  Smart move by El Loco right there.  The ref sends El Loco back to their corner.  TMOM rushes the corner and knocks El Loco off the apron with a stiff forearm!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Morbidly Obese Man grabs Felipe Shido and hoist him up his shoulders in a fireman carry...  Shido grabs on to the top rope for his dear life as TMOM tries to flip Shido into the air but Shido clings on to the top rope which is now literally his lifeline!  Shido escapes the fireman carry!  TMOM turns around but Shido stuns him with an enzuigiri!"

Brad Blood:  "Felipe quickly gets the tag!  El Loco leaps into the ring!  Looks like they are gonna attempt some sort of double team maneuver again.  Their double suplex attempt earlier didn't work out so what do they have planned this time?"

Jim Jackson:  "Roller Coaster of Love runs towards The Morbidly Obese Man...  A double dropkick to the knee sends the big man to one knee!  They aren't done!  El Loco and Felipo Shido runs towards TMOM...  CONSECUTIVE SHINING WIZARDS BY ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE!  TMOM IS DOWN!  Little Wang leaps to the top turnbuckle...  He's gonna try and save his partner...  Shido shoves Wang off the turnbuckle and the little wrestler hits the floor outside the ring!"

Brad Blood:  "El Loco goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two! Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "TMOM kicks out!  El Loco can't believe it!  They really thought they had it there!"

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco goes up to the top turnbuckle...  He leaps for a frog splash...  TMOM GETS HIS KNEES UP!  Disaster for El Loco!  El Loco is down!  TMOM tries to get up but it's clear that the double consecutive shining wizards rocked him!  Little Wang has leapt back up to the corner...  TMOM goes for the tag...  HE GETS IT!"

Brad Blood:  "And there we have it!  TMOM's biggest tiny mistake enters the ring!"

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang leaps to the top rope...  Springboard moonsault connects!  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...  El Loco rolls away avoiding Little Wang's finisher the 360 Dwarven Stomp of Doom!  Wang manages to land on both his feet...  He turns around...  Superkick by El Loco!  Wang goes down!  El Loco tags in his partner!  Little Wang is down in the middle of the ring as Felipe Shido and El Loco look down at him. Felipe Shido starts jumping and yelling L.O.V.E as El Loco does the same but yells L.O.C.O instead.  They then both proceed to do the worm before falling and chop Little Wang's throat executing their finisher LOCOLOVE!  Shido goes for the pin!  El Loco with a drop kick sends TMOM off the apron!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall and facing Team Symphony for the RoC Tag Team Titles, the team of El Loco and Felipe Shido...  ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Well there you have it folks, Roller Coaster of Love will be facing Team Symphony in our next show to battle for the RoC Tag Team Titles!"

Brad Blood:  "If TMOM just paired himself with another partner and not that dead weight midget it could have been his team that will be facing Team Symphony."






Jim Jackson:  "What a show!  What a show!  Again RoC delivers a solid show tonight."

Brad Blood:  "DAMN RIGHT~!  But you know what stole the show?  MY SON BRAD BLOOD'S DEBUT!  He was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!  In fact he made this show so fantastic it was BLOODTASTIC!  I can't wait for him to achieve further greatne..."

THWACK!

Brad Blood's head hits the table face first knocking him unconscious.

Jim Jackson:  "Oh my... It seems another tremor hit the arena and made my hand involuntarily hit Brad again.  Are you okay Brad?"

Brad Blood's reply was utter silence.

Jim Jackson:  "Anyway as I was saying, we had a great show tonight and saw four wrestlers advancing to the next round of the RoC World Championship Grand Prix.  Congratulations again to Berry Sawyer, Chiyonosake, Thaddeus Rex and Xavier Blood.  On the RoC Tag Team Championship Grand Prix, I would also like to congratulate Roller Coaster of Love and wish them good luck as they face Team Symphony for the RoC Tag Team Titles on the next show.  Until then, this is Jim Jackson, and that unconscious lout beside me Brad Blood saying good fight and good night!"



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