Chaos Supreme 08/31/2014

by **Thaddeus Rex** Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:13 pm

VS

Jim Jackson: "Now, before we begin tonight's scheduled show and the first round of the Grand Prix Tournament, we have a special dark match for those in attendance tonight."

Brad Blood: "Basically, two random wrestlers beat each other up for the enjoyment of people who buy our tickets! And just to emphasize, that means that people CAN'T see you if you take your pants off!"

Jim Jackson: "Let me get this straight. You lost ten thousand dollars and a Rolex last show and THAT is what you're sore about?"

Brad Blood: "I'm sore about my money too, I'll have you know.

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen! The following is a dark match, for the enjoyment of those in attendance tonight! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing 218 pounds, hailing from The Urban Jungle, The Gangsta Luchadore, EL LOCO!"

Where the Hood at by DMX plays over the P.A as El Loco walks out unto the ramp throwing gang signs in the air. He gets on to the ramp and starts dancing and throwing his hands into the hair. he slaps the hands of the fans and rolls into the ring, He procedes to sit on a middle rope and throw some more gang signs before sitting on a turnbuckle.

Alice Aoi: "And his opponent for this evening, standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing 230 pounds, from New York City, 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. Quick! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! And... Neither wrestler appears to be eager to start the match. It looks like Austins speaking with the referee and El Locos throwing a bunch of gang signs."

Brad Blood: "No wonder Loco doesn't want to fight! No way he can win. TJ Austin has the best training money can buy. Look at him, he's so nonchalant that he's just having a polite discussion with the referee!"

Jim Jackson: "It looks like Locos not taking kindly to being ignored. El Loco slams Austin with standing axe handle to the back, sending Austin into the referee. Austin turns around to see El Loco giving him some more gang signs! Loco with a standing leg lariat on Austin. Basement drop kick brings Austin to his knees."

Brad Blood: "It looks like El Loco agrees with me. No way he win... Without hitting Austin in his back!"

Jim Jackson: "El Loco with a suplex attempt, blocked by Austin. Austin with a snap suplex to answer back. Running knee lift by Austin. He slams Loco down with a powerslam and follows immediately with a cover attempt!

Jack B. Quick: "One!"

Brad Blood: "That momentum didn't last very long- DOH!"

Jim Jackson: "El Loco with a superkick out of nowhere! You were saying, Brad? Back drop on Austin. El Loco with a second rope splash! El Loco walks with a purposeful swagger, giving the crowd a few gang signs while waiting for his opponent to get up. Another super kick sends Austin into the corner! El Loco charges and slams Austin with a clothesline! DDT by Loco brings Austin away from the ropes."

Brad Blood: "What are you doing Austin!? You're letting this guy walk all over you! Don't waste of what was probably ten thousand dollars worth of training!"

Jim Jackson: "That's an... oddly specific amount, Brad. El Loco with an elbow drop. El Loco hops to the top of a turnbuckle and flashes the peace sign. I'm... Not sure I see where that fits here. El Loco leaps with a flip, but Austin rolls out of the way causing Loco to miss with his signature Shooting Star Press. Austin begins stomping away at Loco. Big right hand sends Loco right back down to the mat! Austin brings Loco up and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. El Loco ducks under a clothesline by Austin and bounces right back off the ropes, only to eat an even bigger clothesline that causes El Loco to do a forced backflip and land hard."

Brad Blood: "Now that's what I'm talking about! Cover!"

Jack B. Quick: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "Oh come on! This is what you trained for! DON'T LOSE YOUR TEN GRAND'S WORTH AUSTIN!"

Jim Jackson: "... Right. Austin tries for a big leg drop but hits nothing! El Loco with an atomic drop on Austin's already sore butt! Dropkick to the butt sends Austin out of the ring! El Loco leaps over the ropes and hits Austin with a huge vaulting body press! Looks like the referee has began his count."

Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!"

Brad Blood: "El Locos back in the ring, but Austins stirring! Come on! Don't lose your money like some moron commentator! GET IN THE RING!"

Jim Jackson: "I don't think this is about Austin anymore, is it Brad?"

Brad Blood: "... I think I'm broke, Jim."

Jack B. Quick: "Eight! Nine!"

Jim Jackson: "TJ Austin rolls back into the ring just before ten, right into a waiting El Loco who... Throws more gang signs. This is just ridiculous! Wait a second. Austin makes a hand motion to the referee and begins nodding like a crazy person. What's he up to? El Loco puts his opponents head between his legs and leaps using the momentum to flip both of them and drive his opponents head into the ground with The Locomotion! He goes for a pin! I think this might be it!"

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

Brad Blood: "Yes! Saved by a good referee, who was making absolutely certain that Austin's shoulders were down! A good call on the part of Jack B. Quick!"

Jim Jackson: "A good call? That was the worst count I've seen in... Ever, possibly! El Loco agrees too! He's giving the referee a peace of his mind, and several much more vulgar hand motions than usual. Wait a second! TJ Austin's back on his feet! He slides up behind Loco and rolls him up with a schoolboy!"

Jack B. Quick: "OneTwoThr..."

Brad Blood: "The wannabe gangster just barely rolls out of that after an extremely unbiased, and frankly slow count from the referee. Austin just barely not getting his money's worth..."

Jim Jackson: "SLOW count? Wow... Speaking of getting his money's worth, I think Austin may have bribed the referee! It's the only thing I can think of to explain Quick's behavior. Looks like TJ Austin's back on his feet, still seeing stars from The Locomotion... Austin waits until the groggy El Loco slowly gets up to his feet, so Austin can run to the ropes behind his opponent and bounces off running full force at El Loco swinging his arm connecting with a stiff clothesline to the back of the neck executing the WallStreet Hostile Takeover!"

Brad Blood: "A bribe is a legitimate strategy, so long as you have the money for it. Besides, there's his finisher. Cover! It's over!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by pinfall... TJ AUSTIN!"

Jim Jackson: "Yep, definitely bribery. The moneys changing hands as we speak! Is that even legal?"

Brad Blood: "It's a dark match! No one cares about semantics like this! These matches make don't matter at all! The only thing that's important here is that TJ Austin just won his match."

Jim Jackson: "... So then wouldn't paying the referee be an even bigger waste of money than the supposed ten thousand dollars worth of training?"

Brad Blood: "I... Why yes Jim, yes it is. Do you think I have enough time to go backstage and cry myself to sleep?"

Jim Jackson: "Absolutely not."

Brad Blood: ".... *sniff*"

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The night air is crisp with excitement as the crowd starts to settle down to a fully-packed packed arena, everyone eager and ready for Chaos Supreme to begin. Though only the second show, social media has helped spread the word and even now a there is a crowd outside unable to enter because there are already no more tickets and seats left available.

Jim Jackson: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Ring of Chaos' flagship show Chaos Supreme! Two weeks ago we just showed you a small taste of what is to come. This week we up the ante and bring you the first round in the much anticipated RoC Championship Grand Prix. Joining me at ringside is my partner Brad Blood."

Brad Blood: "Thanks for the intro Jimbo, and can you believe the crowd tonight?! Who would have thought that just by simple word of mouth that we would be seeing a packed house and I heard many fans couldn't even get tickets anymore because we're sold out!"

Jim Jackson: "That's true Brad, I do feel bad for those who came all this way and weren't able to buy tickets but it does show us one thing... People believe in our brand. Ring of Chaos has put its foot through the door that is the world of wrestling and we were welcomed with open arms."

Brad Blood: "Well if that's the case, let's not be rude to our hosts then. Let's get this show rolling and LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

The crowd cheers loudly as they wait for the show to begin.

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This scene opens up as Backstage Interviewer Julie Rodriguez is standing back stage. Blas Carson who at the time is dressed in all clad black leathers as usually is walking briskly through the hallways. She then stops him attempting to get a few words from him.

Julie Rodriguez: (shouting) "Excuse me Mr. Carson, Can I have a few words with you."

Blas Carson then stops and looks dead in his tracks and looks at her with a very serious grin. He then slowly approaches her as if he is fearing what she might want.

Blas Carson: "Excuse me, but I'm in a hurry. However I will do anything for my adoring fans."

The wicked grin he is known for graces his face, as Julie begins to scowl in retort to his comment. She could never dream of being a Blas Carson fan. Julie then raises her microphone and begins to talk as she started the interview.

Julie Rodriguez: "Hello there! Julie Rodriguez here with the ever so dangerous Blas Carson! Blas your debut last show was quite astonishing. Even though you didn't win how do you feel about the situation."

Blas Smiles at the thought of the destruction he caused to Andrew Hunter

Blas Carson: "Nice to be able to address my adoring fans like yourself. Yes I would say my debut was pretty successful, I systematically destroyed that scrub known as Andrew Hunter. He is weak just like I was suspecting him to be. His body crumbled as I locked in the Bite of The Taipan. Just like the name suggests, if you don't submit to the taipan's venom. Your body will do the submitting for you, just like it did to Andrew Hunter."

Julie shakes her head in dismay. She is discomforted by the overwhelming confidence this man can have even if he lost his match.

Julie Rodriguez: "You are aware you lost right?"

Blas Carson: "Did I lose Julie? Did I really? That may be the official announcement. However look at Mr. Hunter, he is broken, beaten and battered up. I might have even broke his ankle at the last show, who knows. He will probably be limping into the next show. Does something so inferior look like a winner. I didn't think so."

Julie then raises the mic to her lips to reply, however she is cut off by the overwhelming shadow of a giant behind her, she turns behind her and see's a giant 8'2 monster standing behind her. She then gets startled, screams and drops the mic as she takes a few steps back. Blas Carson is just standing calmly as he chuckles.

Blas Carson: "Jura! You should know that it is rude to sneak up on others!"

Blas then continues to scold Jura.

Jura: "Me is sorry, Ms. Julie. Me is only here to meet with new Mr. Boss Blas Carson."

Julie Stands back more astonished as ever because of this crazy interview. She begins to ask more questions.

Julie Rodriguez: "Where did you even come from?"

Blas Steps in to interrupt her.

Blas Carson: "That is classified information Ms. Rodriguez."

Julie then realizes her mic has been cut.

Julie Rodriguez: "Well that's all we have time for. Nice speaking with you Mr. Carson."

Blas Carson: "I always make time for my die hard fans!"

Julie then scowls as Blas and Jura walk off and towards the arena.

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"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: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I know that everyone is eager to get this show started but I just need to announce this one little thing. That's right! It's time to reveal the participants for the RoC Championships Grand Prix Group B which will happen on September 14."

The crowd starts to cheer wildly. The General Manager of RoC waits for the crowd to settle down before continuing.

Lee Morrison: "Now if you all shall focus your attention on the big screen, you shall all see the participants of Group B!"

The screen flickers and turns on...

The crowd again erupts in cheers and boos as their favorite and most loathed wrestlers' names appear on the screen.

Lee Morrison: "Now that THAT'S out of the way, it's time to get things started! It's time to LET CHAOS REIGN!"

The crowd starts cheering again as Lee Morrison's music starts playing as he exits the ring and heads to the back.

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The scene opens with TK Kenta pacing back and forth as he is just moments away from going out to the ring for his First Round Match against Blas Carson. Seeing the camera in front of him, it seems like a good time for him to voice his opinion.

TK Kenta: "So it looks like the lights are on and the game has begun.... I've been pacing back and forth for a good couple of minutes now to get my brain functioning properly and clear all the junk in my head to get a clear strategy on how to win tonight's bout. I know last show was a little disappointing with my loss in a four corners match."

TK Kenta: "But there isn't much you can do when you got a 60 year-old pissed off bruiser crashing your party. I've gotta say T-Rex you proved to me that you're more than just a 60 year-old man. But the thing is I'm not the one to be taken lightly, I hope you and I cross paths in the future. It'd be a good way to exact revenge for that loss."

He stops pacing.

TK Kenta: "Moving onto my opponent Blas Carson, The Steel City Serpent they call you huh? You call yourself a veteran, and you talk about how great and legendary you are. Well, if you're so legendary and good in the ring, then why do you need a giant four-armed muscle head that probably just sat in school picking his nose and eating whatever he picks out of it. No REAL ''legend'' needs a back up, I'm gonna prove that you're worthless tonight."

TK Kenta: "My mind is on the RoC Championship and I'll fight until I die to hopefully get that belt around my waist. It's been a good long 4 years since I've held one and I'm damn near starving for one, so neither you or your muscle junk is gonna stop TK KENTA! You see, I came from the rural areas of Australia and I'm not stranger to snakes, there used be at least one coming into my street every week. I've learnt that they aren't that scary! All you need to do is grab a shovel and sever it's neck, a shovel that is sharp enough to sever that muscle head too! TK KENTA IS HERE AND I'M COMING FOR ROC CHAMPIONSHIP!!"

Finishing his thoughts, he goes through the entrance curtains for his match.

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by **Thaddeus Rex** Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:13 pm

VS

Jim Jackson: "And to kick things off for tonight, we have the first match-up from the RoC Championship Grand Prix, the winner of this match advances and gets a shot at the RoC World Champion title!"

Brad Blood: "That's right Jim and what better way to kick the evening off by having Blas Carson show us his awesomeness again!"

Jim Jackson: "The same awesomeness that lost you ten grand?"

Brad Blood: "Shut it Jim. I'm sure I'll win this time."

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall and a RoC Championship Grand Prix elimination match! Introducing first standing at 6 foot 6 inches tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... The Steel City Serpent, 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: "And his opponent for tonight, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from New South Wales, 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...

Jim Jackson: "Holy mother of God! What in the world's name is THAT?!"

Brad Blood: "IT'S JURA! BLAS' BOY JURA HAS COME OUT FROM THE BACK AND ATTACKS KENTA! Haha! Kenta blasted Blas about having Jura around just a few moments before, I bet he didn't see this coming!"

Jim Jackson: "This is insane! Jura just picked TK Kenta up and started shaking him around! Kenta manages to break away but he had clearly been shook senseless! Wait! Jura spins around very quickly striking TK Kenta with all four of his tree trunk sized arms!"

Brad Blood: "IT'S THE JURA TWISTER! Kenta is knocked off the ramp and falls down below! I think he's dead Jim!"

Jim Jackson: "He's just knocked out! Jura leaps down and picks TK Kenta up, he drags Kenta to the ring and throws him inside! The fans are speechless at this mutated monster! Blas Carson has a smile on his face! He's signalling for Alice Aoi to continue."

Brad Blood: "This is genius Jim! Utter genius! Blas had Jura attack Kenta before the match started! Now it'll be a sure win for Blas, he doesn't even need to break a sweat!"

Alice Aoi: "T-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! Blas Carson casually walks up to TK Kenta's unconscious body and hooks the leg! This is a travesty!"

Brad Blood: "It's a loophole Jim, a loophole Blas exploited."

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match via pinfall and advancing to the next round of the RoC Championship Grand Prix... The Steel City Serpent, BLAS CARSON!"

Jim Jackson: "The crowd is clearly not happy about what just happened here, they paid good money to watch a match and..."

Brad Blood: "And what they got is good entertainment! Seriously I would pay three times the ticket price to see Jura manhandle Kenta again! This is grade A entertainment Jim! And this time I won my bet too! WOOHOO!"

Jim Jackson: "I thought you were broke after the last show? How much did you place this time?"

Brad Blood: "Uh... Ten bucks... Damn wife wouldn't give me a dollar more."

Jim Jackson: "And what were the odds in this fight?"

Brad Blood: "Uh... One hundred to one for Blas... Who cares, a win is a win!"

Jim Jackson: "I guess math isn't your strong suit... You do realize that you just won ten cents right?"

Brad Blood: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

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The main theme for Star Wars starts to play as Bob Bobbie rushed out from the back in thick rimmed glasses, a white short sleeved polo shirt with a clip on polka-dot tie, slacks and leather shoes. He rushes into the ring with a mic, it is clear from his demeanor that he is quite uncomfortable standing in front of the crowd but he steels his resolve and brings the mic to his lips.

Bob Bobbie: "G-good e-even-ning everyone! M-my name is B-Bob Bobbie, y-you all probably never heard of me before and I m-may not look it, b-but I'm a wrestler. T-that's right, I 'm a wrestler, and tonight I shall be fighting Ray Kamaura in the ring for a shot at the RoC Champion title in the Grand Prix."

His affirmation that he is a wrestler clearly gave Bob Bobbie the confidence he needed to start speaking without stuttering anymore.

Bob Bobbie: "Until today, I've always run away, I've always avoided confrontation, I've always been looked down upon... Why? It's because I'm not hip, it's because I do not have a good physique, it's because I am what people call a nerd. Yes, a nerd! But you know what? Tonight I stop running. Tonight I shall take my shot at glory, maybe I'll fail in this task but I will succeed in another, and that is facing my fears and standing on my own two legs. I admit that I am scared, I mean who wouldn't be if they are facing someone three times their size? But I have endured and trained hard and I wouldn't be standing here tonight if I haven't beaten other hopefuls experienced and inexperienced when I turned in my application to be part of Ring of Chaos. Tonight I am here for everyone who has been labeled a nerd, for everyone who has been bullied because they are different, for everyone who has ever felt as I have, lonely, friendless and stuck in a spiral of self-loathing just because we are different. But my standing here in this ring tonight proves that I have what it takes to succeed here in RoC, my standing here tonight proves that I have taken the first step in conquering my fear and last of all... My standing here tonight tells the world that I AM BOB BOBBIE, I AM A NERD AND I AM A WRESTLER!"

Bob Bobbie raises the mic to the air as the crowd starts to cheer and get behind the dweeby wrestler. He confidently leaps over the top rope and unto the apron as his music starts to play again and he makes his exit to the applaud of the crowd.

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Jim Jackson: "What a great show we have had so far. The group B of the grand prix has just been announced and we have the group A starting tonight!"

Brad Blood: "I hate to agree with you Jim but at this moment I currently can't avoid doing so."

Just then "Downfall of Us All" by A day to Remember hits the loud speakers. As a very large man runs out onto the stage screaming and howling like a madman. He has a bottle of sake in one hand and he begins to chug it as he walks down the ring ramp.

Brad Blood: "I know who this guy is, I just can't quite put my finger on it at this mon-"

Jim Jackson: :OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S CURTIS JACKSON, ALSO KNOWN BY HIS RING NAME CHIYONOSAKE!!! HE IS A LIVING LEGEND!!! I wonder what brings him to Chaos Supreme tonight?"

Brad Blood: "You mean the loser former best friend of the greatest wrestler ever Blas Carson. That man has literally rode on his coattails his whole career. Never accomplished anything by himself."

Jim Jackson: "Because Blas totally helped him win that rumble after getting hit by a bus! You are just mad because of that incident with your favo-"

Brad Blood Cuts him off.

Brad Blood: "WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE INCIDENT! Plus there is currently no proof that he was actually ever hit by a bus. I personally only think he said that to get publicity. What an attention whore."

Chiyonosake makes his way down to the side of the ring as he dumps his empty bottle of sake and walks over and retrieves a microphone from the ring announcer.

Brad Blood: "First an alcoholic, now he's littering. Yuck! What a scumbag."

Chiyonosake then walks up the steel steps. He then steps through the ring ropes and walks to the middle of the ring. He then raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak.

Chiyonosake: "Oh my how great it feels to be back in a wrestling ring. Oh how I missed this feeling."

The fans erupt with cheers and Chiyonosake gets down on and kisses the ring mat, showing that it is something he has missed for a very long time.

Chiyonosake: "With that being said and done. I would like to start wrestling right away. I know that this big tournament has started tonight and I would love to have my presence graced by our wonderful general manager Lee Morrison. I would like to ask his permission to enter the tournament!"

"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 Lee Morrison dressed in a three piece Calvin Klein suit steps out from the entrance tunnel holding a mic on his hand. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and brings the mic up to his lips to address the wrestler in the ring.

Lee Morrison: "Mr. Chiyonosake, first of all I would like to welcome you to the Ring of Chaos family. Being the latest talent that has signed on, I know you are also eager for a chance to win the RoC Championship title but unfortunately all spots in the RoC Championship Grand Prix has been filled."

A resounding "AWWW!" is heard from the crowd. Lee Morrison raises his hand and the crwod quiets down.

Lee Morrison: "But I can do one thing Mr. Chiyonosake... I can put you in the waiting list! If for some reason a competitor for the Grand Prix is unable to compete, you shall be his or her replacement. Is that acceptable for you Mr. Chiyonosake?"

The general manager of RoC lowers his mic and waits for a response.

Chiyo then lowers his head in dismay towards Lee Morrison's comment.

Chiyonosake: "Yes that is okay Mr. Morrison."

The fans cheer knowing their hero may be included after all.

Chiyonosake: "I am only sorry that I was too late to the party!"

Chiyo awaits the response of the general manager

Lee Morrison: "Thank you for understanding Mr. Chiyonosake, and no need to apologize. It's a shame I wasn't able to sign you sooner, but be assured that we shall take care of you here in RoC."

Lee Morrison then gestures towards the wrestler standing in the middle of the ring.

Lee Morrison: "Let's all give Mr. Chiyonosake a warm RoC welcome!"

The crowd starts cheering and applauding again as "Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing on the loud speakers again and Lee Morrison makes his exit.

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The scene opens with a camera focused on a rather steamed up glass door in the Shower room. The running water can be heard until, the door cracks open and a muscular arm reaches out a grabs a towel. Ray Kamaura walks out of the hot shower with the towel around his waist. His body is gleaming with drops of water. The camera focuses on his abs, chiseled and hard. "My face is up here." The Camera pans up as Ray flips his long hair, throwing water all around him.

Ray Kamaura: "So tonight I am facing Bob Bobbie in the Tour de France, or whatever they are calling this championship melee."

Ray gives a suggestive shot to the camera and lowers his towel about an inch.

Ray Kamaura: "Whoops, sorry ladies. Try not to think about that tonight."

A wide grin crosses Ray's face.

Ray Kamaura: "Wasn't Bob an intern or something? I don't even know, and I feel bad. I normally like to know my opponent."

Ray walks out of view of the camera and throws his towel off. Moments later he returns fully dressed to wrestle.

Ray Kamaura: "I would like to Wish Bob-O the best of luck tonight. He seems like a nice guy, but I haven't had my hand on singles gold in quite some time."

Ray waves off the camera. The picture goes black.

Ray Kamaura: "The shower man? We agreed on the locker room! Oh well, maybe I'll get a hot date tonight!"

The scene ends.

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Alexander Melchiott stands before the camera. It's clear by the bag that he is carrying that he has only recently arrived at the arena.

Alexander Melchiott: "Before I go find my partner, there is a question that needs to be answered. People have asked me "why?". "Why would I team with Andrew Hunter?". Specifically, they want to know why I wouldn't pursue a singles title in this company. The answer, is rather simple."

Pausing for dramatic effect, Alexander takes a breath before looking into the camera.

Alexander Melchiott: "Because he's my Best Friend. And, like any good friend, I want to help him succeed. I'm one of the best wrestlers on this planet, I don't need to win a tournament and a belt to prove that. Hunter, however, isn't me. Andrew Hunter is just coming back from years of inactivity. He's going to have some ring-rust and he's going to need someone to help him get back into the swing of things. That's where I come in. I watch his back and make sure nothing terrible happens to him while he sharpens dull skills. More than that, I give him the opportunity to be in the ring with one of the most decorated competitors in this sport -- me."

Alexander smiles at the camera as he emphasizes that statement by pointing to himself. However, the smile soon fades as Alexander returns to his more usual seriousness.

Alexander Melchiott: "When you think of the top guys in this sport, Andrew Hunter isn't someone you normally consider. Before he took his hiatus from this sport, he was struggling to really get his ball rolling. Now, Hunter is one of the best competitors I have ever been in the ring with, but he needs polishing. He needs ring smarts. He needs to learn the little tricks of this trade that will help him complete his package. I can teach him those little tricks. I see the potential that Hunter has -- he can definitely be one of the best this sport has ever seen. Hell, Hunter will probably surpass me somewhere down the road!"

Melchiott's mood lightens as he shows the passion he has for his friend.

Alexander Melchiott: "I want to see that. I want to see Hunter stand at the top of the wrestling world! I want people to think of him as the best wrestler on this planet! Every time that there is a conversation about a title, I want Hunter's name to be uttered! I want my Best Friend to become the success that he deserves to be, and I'll gladly sacrifice a title opportunity to help make that happen. That's why I am teaming with Andrew Hunter, and that's why we'll win the Tag Team Championships -- It's because he deserves it."

Having said all he wanted to say, Alexander walks past the camera and down the hall as the scene fades.

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by **Thaddeus Rex** Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:14 pm

VS

Jim Jackson: "And here we go with the second of our tournament matches for tonight! Ray Kamaura will take on Bob Bobbie for a chance to become the first Ring of Chaos Champion! Bob Bobbie will have a tough task ahead of him against Ray Kamaura."

Brad Blood: "Ray is such a lucky guy. In his first match here, he had an easy match against two cats. Now, in his first match of the tournament, he has Bob Bobbie. Bob Bobbie, the nerd! This is a gimmie if I ever saw one!"

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 5 foot 10 inches tall and hailing from Newfoundland, Canada... Double B, BOB BOBBIE!"

The main theme for Star Wars starts to play as Bob Bobbie rushed out from the back in thick rimmed glasses, a white short sleeved polo shirt with a clip on polka-dot tie, slacks and leather shoes. He rushes into the ring and waves to the crowd.

Alice Aoi: "And his opponent for tonight, standing in at 7 feet 1 inches tall and weighing in at 300 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... RAY KAMAURA!"

"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura runs out onto the stage. He banters with the fans for a few seconds before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring. Fireworks shoot out of the ramp when he jumps up and takes a position on the turnbuckle.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "As the bell sounds, Ray Kamaura looks over his much smaller opponent. Grinning, Kamaura drops down onto his knees and motions for Bob Bobbie to come at him. Bobbie looks a little hesitant at the offer."

Brad Blood: "HIT HIM YOU STUPID NERD!"

Jim Jackson: "Bobbie asks Kamaura to get up, but Kamaura only frowns at Bobbie before spitting on him! Bobbie again asks Ray to get up, even moving to try and pull him to his feet, but Ray slaps him hard across the face!"

Brad Blood: "Bobbie's seeing red! Bobbie just tackled Kamaura! The dork is raining down fists and slaps onto Kamaura! He's clawing at him and even trying to bite him! Bobbie's lost it!"

Jim Jackson: "The referee steps in to pull Bobbie off of Kamaura. He holds Bobbie back while Kamaura gets to his feet. Finally slipping past the ref, Bobbie charges straight into a clothesline from Kamaura."

Brad Blood: "And the kiddie gloves have just come off."

Jim Jackson: "After pulling Bobbie up by his hair, Kamaura sends him into the corner before charging in and crushing Bobbie against the turnbuckle! Not letting Bobbie fall, Kamaura whips him to the other side of the ring before crushing him with a second body avalanche! Ray slams Bobbie into the mat with a side slam before hooking a leg for the cover."

Jack B. Quick: "One..."

Brad Blood: "Bob Bobbie kicks out at the count of one. I guess he wants to show these people how "tough" a nerd can be."

Jim Jackson: "Kamaura lifts Bobbie into the air and slams him down to the mat. Kamaura lifts Bobbie up before dropping him to the mat with a second body slam. A third body slam from Kamaura! Kamaura drops down and hooks the leg for another cover."

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

Brad Blood: "Bob Bobbie again kicks out. Kamaura slams Bobbie to the mat with yet another body slam before bouncing off of the ropes and dropping the elbow, but Bobbie gets out of the way!"

Jim Jackson: "Bobbie pulls himself to his feet in the corner as Kamaura shakes off the pain in his elbow. Turning to Bobbie, Kamaura charges at him, but Bobbie gets his feet up and into the jaw of Kamaura! As Kamaura stumbles back, Bobbie climbs onto the top rope. Bobbie leaps at Kamaura for a crossbody..."

Brad Blood: "But he's caught! Kamaura drops down, slamming Bobbie's ribs against his knee before throwing Bobbie back and to the mat with the fallaway slam! Kamaura again goes for the cover."

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

Jim Jackson: "Bob Bobbie again kicks out at two. Kamaura looks a little annoyed at Bob Bobbie's resilience as he starts to pull the young man to his feet, but Bobbie suddenly grabs Kamaura and pulls him to the mat with a small package!"

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

Brad Blood: "Kamaura just barely kicks out before the three! It would have been embarrassing if he lost his chance at the title to Bob Bobbie of all people!"

Jim Jackson: "Bob Bobbie manages to trip Kamaura to the mat with a drop toe-hold. Bobbie follows that up with a jawbreaker before connecting with a dropkick that sends Kamaura tumbling out of the ring! Bobbie tries to follow up with a baseball slide, but Kamaura side steps! Kamaura knees Bobbie in the gut before sending him to the stairs, but Bobbie counters and it's Kamaura who collides with the steel steps!"

Brad Blood: "What a backfire! Bobbie rolls Kamaura into the ring before climbing onto the turnbuckle. Missile Dropkick from Bob Bobbie! Bobbie scrambles onto Kamaura for the cover!"

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

Jim Jackson: "But Bobbie only manages to get the two count! With Kamaura still down, Bobbie again heads to the top rope, but Kamaura hops to his feet and stops Bobbie with a hard shot to the skull! Kamaura sends Bobbie to the mat with the Deadly Driver! Kamaura follows that up with the elbow drop that he owed Bobbie from earlier in this match before going for the cover."

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

Brad Blood: "But Bobbie refuses to stay down when he was so close to the upset! Kamaura is looking very vexed by Bobbie's repeated kick outs."

Jim Jackson: "Ray goes for the suplex, but Bob Bobbie lands on his feet behind him! Kamaura turns and rushes at Bob Bobbie before going for the big boot, but Bobbie ducks underneath and manages to catch Kamaura's other leg with a dropkick! Kamaura struggles to get back to his feet, and Bobbie takes further advantage as he chop blocks the injured leg from behind! Bobbie stomps on the injured leg before draping it over his neck...he's going for his version of the stretch muffler! He's going to try and make the big man tap out!"

Brad Blood: "But he can't hold down the larger athlete! Kamaura turns over and kicks Bobbie hard on the jaw! Bobbie charges Kamaura, but Kamaura catches him by the throat before lifting him into the air and slamming him down to the mat with the chokeslam! Kamaura hooks the leg for the cover."

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... Ray Kamaura!"

Jim Jackson: "And like that, Ray Kamaura picks up the win and advances through to the next stage of this tournament! Unfortunately for Bob Bobbie, he has been eliminated and will not have the chance to become the first RoC World Champion."

Brad Blood: "Was there really ever any doubt, Jim? It was a nerd against a giant!"

Jim Jackson: "On paper it was a rather one-sided affair, but Bob Bobbie showed us a lot here tonight when he took on Ray Kamaura. He-"

Brad Blood: "Blah, blah, blah! The nerd lost! He's a loser! Get over it!"

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The scene opens in the locker room area where Ring of Chaos resident backstage interviewer Julia Rodriguez preparing for her next interview. The camera pans around showing that the room is amply lit with three lockers. The camera zooms in to the lockers and the names Boy Bakla, Little Wang and The Morbidly Obese Man is seen.

Julia Rodriguez: "Ahem!"

The cough does it's intended purpose as the cameraman quickly zooms the camera back to Julia Rodriguez. Standing beside her are the three wrestlers whose names were seen on the lockers earlier.

Julia Rodriguez: "Good evening everyone, tonight we are here in the locker room shared by three Ring of Chaos superstars namely Boy Bakla, Little Wang and The Morbidly Obese Man. Now why you all ask? Well that is the actually the reason behind this interview tonight and to speak for this odd group is none other than the wrestling world's transsexual superstar... Boy Bakla!"

The voluptuous backstage interviewer hands Boy Bakla a mic.

Boy Bakla: "Thank you Julie, you are right in labeling our group as odd, in fact being an oddity is what drew us together in the first place. Everywhere we go, people pointed at us, people talked in hushed whispers, sometimes they throw insults and laugh at us, they labeled us as freaks. Now maybe we are freaks but we are people too. It was this plight that gave us the idea to support each other. We who are different shall from tonight on band together and through the bonds we form, we can only grow stronger."

Boy Bakla pauses and looks at her two new compatriots, both of them nodding in affirmation at the transsexual wrestler.

Boy Bakla: "Tonight The Sideshow Superstars shall start our journey here in Ring of Chaos, our oddness shall be our strength and our mantra which we shall wear proudly. This road will certainly not be easy, in fact we will probably face ridicule every step of the way but we shall persevere. We may stumble but we shall not fall!"

Julia Rodriguez takes back the mic, clearly she is holding back the tears in her eyes as Bakla's words moved her. She quickly regains her composure and continues the interview.

Julia Rodriguez: "Your words and determination will certainly reach the hearts of your fans as it has reached mine. Before we go on, I would like you to know that I for one shall support the endeavors of The Sideshow Superstars."

Bakla clearly touched by the show of support wipes away a tear.

Boy Bakla: "Thank you girlfriend, you can't imagine how much your words mean to us."

Little Wang and The Morbidly Obese Man nods in affirmation.

Julia Rodriguez: "Now on to the next question... Tonight, you shall be battling The Reaper, Shogun in the RoC Championship Grand Prix. After his impressive feat in defeating The Morbidly Obese Man two weeks ago, what is your battleplan in facing him?"

Boy Bakla: "My battleplan is simple dear, I go in and I fight with all I've got. I've held titles in different organization, I've proven my worth in the wrestling world. And tonight I have the support of both my comrades here. That is all I need to defeat Shogun tonight and avenge the loss he gave TMOM."

It was then that The Morbidly Obese Man stepped forward.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Mind if I say something chica?"

Julia Rodriguez nods as Boy Bakla hands the mic over to The Morbidly Obese Man.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Shogun may have defeated me two weeks ago but we all saw what happened in the end. Shogun did not walk away unscathed, maybe he has healed some in these two weeks but I doubt that he is in 100% and my bo...girl Bakla here will be able to take him, that I have no doubt. Shogun is a great competitor that I do not deny, in fact the best proof of Shogun's skill is that he beat me in the ring, but Bakla is will be the one advancing to the next round of that Grand Prix. Bakla has been in the wrestling business for as long as Shogun has, maybe even longer, she has fought multiple opponents, some even more dangerous than Shogun and still came out on top. Is there a possibility that Shogun will win? Yes there is always that possibility but if you were to bet on someone, my money is on the one, the only... BOY BAKLA!"

The Morbidly Obese Man hands the mic back to Julia Rodriguez.

It was then when Little Wang leapt forward and got the attention of Julia Rodriguez.

Julia Rodriguez: "Oh my! You want to add something Little Wang?"

The tiny wrestler enthusiastically nods so the backstage beauty handed her mic to him.

Little Wang: "I orso want to add that... Well... Actuarry my fliends here awleady said all that needs to be said. I just wanted some air time..."

Little Wang chuckles.

Little Wang: "But seliousry though, thank you Ms. Lodliguez..."

Julia Rodriguez: "You can call me Julia."

The sultry backstage interviewer corrected the little wrestler.

Little Wang: "Thank you Juria fol gibing us the time to address our pans and to intloduce oulserves as the new folce hele in Ling of Chaos. And to ebelyone erse watching this intelview hele tonight, prease show Boy Bakra the LOVE as we wourd tonight! We are The Sideshow Superstars and we are hele to amaze, to awe and to astound!"

Little Wang returns the mic to Julia Rodriguez as The Sideshow Superstars wave goodbye and exits the locker room.

Julia Rodriguez: "Well you heard it here first, The Sideshow Superstars have come to Ring of Chaos."

The interview ends and the scene fades to black.

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At some point in every entertainer's life, they learn the unfortunate truth that you're not treated kindly until your name is well known. In fact, you tend to get taken advantage of. Whether it be for sexual pleasure, unbelievably low pay, or perhaps even being forced into losing matches - if the entertainment you provide is combat related... or, if you're slightly more inanimate in nature, you may even be used as a door-stop.

The door-stop in question, The Ladder of ladders, Upward-Step Model 52m3, clearly did not expect for this to be how his first week being employed to go; clearly indicated by the overall indignantness of its steps. Through the fact that it's sitting horizontally rather than it's more natural state of vertically inclined being, it shows it's discomfort with the both the position it's laying and the fact that it, IT, got mistaken for some random piece of equipment to be used for random tasks! I mean, mind you, it is very good at random tasks. Or so it indicates through the overall smugness in the way that it holds the door.

It seems to scream down to the very essence of the fact that it's a ladder that it's ready for a fight. A real fight, not just some door that needs stuck-opening. It seems to want to have a match, a real match against a real person. And not just being climbed on, as it might as well have claimed due to it's overusedness of its rungs.

It's ready, and it's going onward to bigger and better things. Starting now! Indicated by a backstage worker picking it up and walking off to complete some other random task.

... The way that the workman had some slight trouble dislodging it seems to dictate that it was immensely curious as to what the purpose stopping that door from opening could possibly have been.

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The door to the clinic opens to reveal Shogun walking exiting with highly taped up ribs. He chuckles and shakes his head upon noticing Julie Rodriguez and her camera crew waiting outside for him.

Julie Rodriguez: "Shogun! I was just wanting to ask you a few questions about your match the evening and happened to maybe notice you going into the clinic..."

Shogun: "Or you were just hoping to get a good look at my bandaged ribs right? Well, you got me, congratulations, however, I wouldn't jump to any conclusions about my match tonight because of it."

Julie looks a little confused at that statement.

Julie Rodriguez: "What do you mean? Wouldn't injured ribs be a massive weak spot and target for someone as savvy as Boy Bakla? You have to at least be a little worried about that!"

Shogun shook his head again while stretching out his arms a little.

Shogun: "Weak spot? My ribs may not be one hundred percent tonight, but that does not mean I have to be worried in the slightest. Boy Bakla is an incredible competitor, but there is no way anything, it does to me will make me tap out or keep my shoulders on the mat for a three count. I made a promise two weeks ago that I would be the top wrestler in this company without any doubt and I intend to keep that promise!"

Julie Rodriguez: "Very confident answer! Do you have anything you would like to say to the other wrestlers competing in the Grand Prix?"

Shogun: "The only person I am focused on right now is Boy Bakla, anything else is a distraction. I will, however, say this. Boy Bakla, we've had many battles throughout our careers, but you and I both know that I've come out on top more often than not. It doesn't matter if you have TMOM and Little Wang out there with you. Hell, it doesn't matter if you bring an army! I will leave that ring tonight at the winner and I will defeat anyone else, this Grand Pix has placed in front of me until I am crowned the first ever world champion in the Ring of Chaos!"

With that Shogun thanks Julie Rodriguez and walks off towards the entrance ramp with focus written all over his face.

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Johnny Fortune walks into the clinic and slowly approaches Doctor Billie Holiday as he comes from behind her she turns around to see the black leather jacket and denim shorts clad Fortunate One and looks at a clipboard and raises an eyebrow.

Dr. Billie Holiday: "Mr. Fortune, this is odd I don't seem to have you scheduled for an appointment tonight. Did you hurt yoursel-"

Johnny Fortune interrupts the Doctor by putting his hand on her shoulder and speaks to her with a smirk on his face.

Johnny Fortune: "No no good doctor, I'm not here for you to examine me. I know that I'm up to snuff in a physical and spiritual sense. I'm here to inform you of a patient you're going to have later tonight."

Dr. Holiday looks at Johnny Fortune with a look of odd confusion for a split second, then knowing the business that she's involved with figures out that he must be talking about his opponent tonight.

Johnny Fortune: "By the look on your face I can see that you know exactly what I mean, you're not a stupid woman doctor. Gaining that small piece of paper that gives you the right to practice here is proof enough of that."

Johnny Fortune wraps his arm around Doctor Holiday and points to a diagram of the human body and skeleton.

Johnny Fortune: "You're familiar with this diagram, the human skeleton correct? Who am I kidding of course you are, but I'd like to point out a small little thing. You see with my capabilities in the ring I'm able to do quite a few things to a man like Hillbilly Bob. He's a bit of a simple man that I may be able to save with words preferably, but in case he isn't let me point out a few things you're going to want to check out if he shows up in your little clinic."

Doctor Holiday not feeling the need to indulge The Fortunate One in his need to tell her how to practice her profession begins to speak as she breaks away from him.

Doctor Billie Holiday: "Mr. Fortune I know how to do my job, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Dr. Holiday then picks up her charts and begins to look them over as she waits for Johnny Fortune to leave.

Johnny Fortune: "Oh, I will leave good Doctor. However, I would like to tell you a little thing."

Johnny Fortune approaches Dr. Holiday and wraps his hands around the back of her head as if he was going to perform the Unfortunate End. She tries to break free with her hands and is trying to wriggle out but Fortune is holding her in place.

Johnny Fortune: "When I grab Hillbilly Bob, just like this you're going to want to check his head. Because what happens is I do this."

Johnny Fortune makes a quick jerk motion with his leg and his hands trying to instill the motion of the Unfortunate End. He releases her and quickly escapes from The Fortunate One and quickly grabs the nearest object to protect herself.

Johnny Fortune: "Relax good Doctor, you do the work of God. You help people so that they may do God's work later in life. I would never harm you intentionally, but be assured that if and when Hillbilly Bob joins you in your clinic this evening-"

Johnny Fortune starts slowly approaching Doctor Holiday as she starts backing up closer towards the wall. Johnny smirks.

Johnny Fortune: "He will not only suffer from the physical trauma of the Unfortunate End, he'll also experience the same fear you did."

The Fortunate one begins to exit the clinic and as he is in the doorway turns around to face the inside of the clinic and makes a final remark to Doctor Holiday.

Johnny Fortune: "And when he awakes calling for God to come and help him, give me a call and I will help in his recovery."

Johnny Fortune leaves the clinic singing "Oh sinners let's go down, let's go down let's go down..." as the camera fades to black focused on the frightened Doctor.

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by **Thaddeus Rex** Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:15 pm

VS

Jim Jackson: "What an evening we are having tonight, two men have already advanced to the next round of the Grand Prix for Group A. Blas Carson and Ray Kamaura have both defeated their opponents and will be facing each other in the next round. And right now, Boy Bakla shall be taking on Shogun, the winner shall be facing the whoever triumphs in the next match between Hillbilly Bob and Johnny Fortune."

Brad Blood: "Shogun has still not fully recovered from his match with The Morbidly Obese Man two weeks ago, hate to say this but I'm rooting for the fruitcake tonight to put Shogun away."

Jim Jackson: "Both wrestlers tonight are in-ring veterans each with their own share of title reigns. Boy Bakla is probably considered as one of the best all-rounders in the business while Shogun is a technical genius."

Brad Blood: "Shogun's technical skills will amount to nothing if all that's holding him together are a couple strips of tape."

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 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines... BOY BAKLA!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing in at 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 265 pounds, hailing from Fort Worth, Texas, The Reaper... SHOGUN!"

"The Uninvited" by Alter Bridge hits the speakers suddenly as the lights in the arena begin flashing on and off. As soon as the first lyric is sung Shogun bursts out from "The Uninvited" by Alter Bridge hits the speakers suddenly as the lights in the arena begin flashing on and off. As soon as the first lyric is sung Shogun bursts out from behind the curtain to a roar of cheers from the crowd, honoring the vet. He is wearing his long trench coat and sunglasses to top off his wrestling gear. When he makes it down the ramp Shogun quickly rolls into the ring and takes a small bow of respect to the crowd .

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! Shogun does seem to be in some form of discomfort... The fallout of his match two weeks ago against The Morbidly Obese Man. Shogun lunges in and tries to grab hold of Boy Bakla... Bakla using her superior speed quickly leaps out of the way. Bakla starts slapping Shogun. Shogun blocks Bakla's arm! Hard impact Russian legsweep by The Reaper. Bakla staggers up... Tiger bomb by Shogun! He goes for a cover hoping to finish this quick!"

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

Brad Blood: "The fairy kicks out! Shogun is wincing as he struggles back to his feet, his back is still in a bad place... The fairy should really take advantage of that. Shogun cannot use his submission abilities to the fullest with that bad back."

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by Shogun sends Boy Bakla to the ropes, Bakla dodges the clothesline attempt and bounces back... Shoulder block unbalances Shogun! Shogun throws a wild punch... Bakla blocks it! The Reaper takes a back suplex from Boy Bakla! He tries to get back to his feet... Delayed hangman's neckbreaker on Shogun by Bakla! Shogun is down! Bakla goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "Shogun gets a shoulder up at two with some difficulty. The longer this match drags on, the worse it'll be for Shogun. I usually don't root for them homos but tonight I'm rooting for Bakla. Besides, this "reborn" version of Shogun doesn't have any teeth now, he's all bark and nibble if you ask me."

Jim Jackson: "No one is asking you Brad. Boy Bakla bounces off the ropes... Oh! A hard forearm to Shogun's back! Another kick to The Reaper's injured area... Irish whip by Boy Bakla sends Shogun to the ropes... Back body drop! Shogun lands on his back! Shogun clearly in pain uses the ropes to get back to his feet... A kick to the gut by Bakla... Short powerbomb by Bakla!"

Brad Blood: "Ooh! That's it you queer, send Shogun out of his misery! Shogun's back is getting pummeled bad! Bakla goes for the cover! This could be it..."

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

Jim Jackson: "Shogun manages to kick out! Though I do not know how much more he could take if Boy Bakla keeps this up. Spinning wheel kick sends Shogun reeling. Bakla goes high... Flying shoulder tackle by Bakla sends The Reaper to the mat. Shogun somehow gets back to his feet, Irish whip by Bakla! Shogun ducks a clothesline attempt. Gutwrench into a powerbomb, Bakla hits hard."

Brad Blood: "Where the hell did Shogun pull that out from?! Shogun goes for the cover... Damn, I forgot how dangerous Shogun is even if he's injured... Give him some wiggle room and he'll wiggle."

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Kick out at two! Shogun quickly gets a headlock on Boy Bakla, hoping to slow down the faster wrestler and recover a little from the beating his back took from Bakla... Bakla tries to break free... She gets free!"

Brad Blood: "Stop calling Bakla a she! Bakla's an IT! IT!!!"

Jim Jackson: "Your bigotry knows no bounds Brad..."

Brad Blood: "It's not bigotry, I'm just stating the facts! Bakla is neither a man nor a woman!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla with a series of chops lights up Shogun's chest... Irish whip by Bakla... Shogun reverses and Bakla is sent to the corner hard! Bakla staggers back... Tiger Driver nearly crushes Bakla. Bakla tries to get back up but Shogun continues his onslaught! Bakla is caught with a short powerbomb from The Reaper. Shogun isn't done yet! He snap suplexes Bakla as soon as Bakla tries to get up! Bakla is down! This is may be Shogun's chance to win it!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "Haha! The sausage eater still manages to kick out at two! Shogun pulled out everything he has in his arsenal but with a bad back, how much force can you really generate from those slams? Plus so far Shogun hasn't even been able to use his submissions..."

Jim Jackson: "You have a point there Brad. A lot of submission maneuvers will require a wrestler to use his back muscles for leverage. Can Shogun really manage to... Shogun stands over Boy Bakla... He goes for the leg! Ankle lock! No! Bakla manages to break free! Shogun goes for an arm wringer!"

Brad Blood: "He's doing a rest hold! Damn Shogun is in worse condition than I thought! Woohoo! You know what this means Jim? Chances are, I'm gonna earn myself some moolah!"

Jim Jackson: "Don't tell me you..."

Brad Blood: "Yes, I put a wager on this match! FIVE BUCKS! And this time I had a mathematician calculate the odds which are actually in 2 to 1 Bakla's favor! Of course I had to pay the mathematician five bucks to calculate my winnings but it'll be worth it."

Jim Jackson: "You do realize that if you win, you'll just get 5 bucks back and end up with the same number you originally had right?"

Brad Blood: "I... Uh... Shiiiiii..."

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla counters the arm wringer with an elbow to the side of the head. Bakla snap suplexes The Reaper. Shogun is breathing harder now as he struggles to get up... Bakla DDTs Shogun. Shogun is down! Bakla from the second turnbuckle... Flying leg drop connects! Cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Gah! Shogun still hangs on! What will it take to finish that guy?! Got to hand it to Shogun though, he's one tough sonnuvabitch but tonight, he's gonna be Bakla's bitch! AWWWWW YEAH!! Did you see what I did there?"

Jim Jackson facepalms...

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla hits a right hand before locking in a hammerlock. Shogun fights out of the grapple. Bakla tries to attack... And walks into a stiff lariat clothesline from The Reaper. The referee goes down after accidentally getting caught by an elbow to the face. The Reaper hits a DDT on Boy Bakla. Shogun stands over Boy Bakla who is lying on the mat face up and grasps his leg, Shogun then does a spinning toe hold and grasps the other leg, crossing them into a four locking in the One way trip to Arthritis! Shogun has his signature submission locked in!"

Brad Blood: "BAKLA IS NO WHERE NEAR THE ROPES!!! Shogun is applying more pressure ignoring the pain from his back! He wants to finish this... BAKLA IS TAPPING BUT THE REFEREE IS OUT! YESSSSSS! Shogun realizes the referee is out and finally releases his hold! Oh man that was a close one right there!"

Jim Jackson: "Looks like Shogun is spent! He's lying on the canvas trying to catch his breath! Boy Bakla gets back up... Bakla is going for a submission! Bakla flips Shogun over... It looks like a Boston crab... NO! Shogun manages to twist free and kick Bakla to the ropes! Bakla bounces back... INTO A SLEEPER HOLD! NO!!! Bakla counters the sleeper hold by turning it into a jaw breaker. The referee is stirring! Body slam by Bakla! Shogun tries to rise but Bakla is waiting! Vertical suplex by Boy Bakla. Bakla goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "BOOOOO!!! Why won't you stay down?! STAY DOWN DAMMIT!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla stomps a couple of times on Shogun.... Bakla sets Shogun up... Side suplex Shogun is crawling to the ropes... He uses the ropes to get back to his feet... Bakla lands a couple of punches... Boy Bakla goes for a hiptoss... Blocked! Shogun reverses the hip toss. Bakla is down! Shogun despite his bad back lifts Bakla up! Brainbuster suplex by Shogun."

Brad Blood: "Crap! I think that move wiped out both wrestlers! Bakla is not moving but Shogun ain't stirring either! The referee starts counting!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!"

Jim Jackson: "Wait Boy Bakla is starting to get up! Bakla is now on all fours! Shogun is beginning to stir! It is clear that this match is almost over. Both wrestlers are in their last leg... Shogun gets taken down out of nowhere. Bakla tries to lift Shogun up... Shogun stops the attempt and counters with a standing clothesline! Bakla gets back to his feet... Shogun with a DDT! Bakla is down but Shogun cannot capitalize! Shogun makes his way to the corner and takes a breather... Bakla stirs... Shogun advances again! Bakla throws an uppercut but misses! Stun Gun from Shogun! Bakla is down again! Shogun for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "You god damned half-breed! Don't you dare lose to Shogun! C'mon get up you hermaphrodite! GET UP~!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun tries to lift Boy Bakla up... Bakla blocks a suplex attempt. Big backdrop on The Reaper! Oh! I think this may be the turning point! Bakla scores with a leg drop followed by an elbow drop! Bakla tries to go for a submission... Shogun gets his arm on the ropes before Bakla can lock in the crossface! Boy Bakla fires off some right and left hands. The Reaper blocks a punch. Irish whip by The Reaper sends Bakla to the corner hard! Shogun charges in... Clothesline connects slamming Bakla hard into the corner! Shogun signals for his finisher!"

Brad Blood: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! This can't be happening... This can't be happening! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!! Wait! Shogun tries to lift Boy Bakla up into into the air in a half Nelson... Hahaha! He can't do it! He doesn't have the strength left to pull it off!"

Jim Jackson: "Bakla tries to fight back... Shogun staggers back after being hit with a strike instead of falling down he braces himself with the middle rope and leans back almost out of the ring before springing himself back into the ring where he swings his arm out lariat style, hitting Boy Bakla in the throat! It's his signature move Decapitation Nation! Bakla staggers back to the corner! Shogun starts slamming Bakla's head unto the turnbuckles! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Bakla is seeing stars! Shogun takes one deep breath... Shogun lifts Boy Bakla up into into the air in a half Nelson and then into a backdrop position before slamming Boy Bakla down to a sitting position, slamming the back of her neck to the canvas executing Old Faithful! SHOGUN HITS HIS FINISHER HE HITS HIS FINISHER!!! Shogun manages to get an arm over Bakla's chest for the cover!"

Brad Blood: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall and advancing to the next round of the RoC Championship Grand Prix, The Reaper... SHOGUN!"

Brad Blood: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun with a miraculous victory that came out of nowhere! What a match! What a match! Despite his injury, despite being the underdog in this match, Shogun manages defy the odds and eke out a win. This will truly become a classic match in RoC history... EMTs have come in to help both wrestlers out, ironically, Bakla is being carried out still unconscious while Shogun just borrowed a shoulder and is walking out to the applause of the fans."

Brad Blood: "Why god why?! Why do you hate me so?!"

Jim Jackson: "Don't fret Brad, don't you still have ten cents from you win earlier tonight?"

Brad Blood: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

Chaos Supreme 08/31/2014 Segmen10

The scene fades in to the parking lot with a tent set up in the very middle of the lot. The scent of smoked pig and sounds of Johnny Cash fill the air. Red dixie cups litter the ground as people lay in their own filth on the ground. This is no shape for a parking lot, it looks more like something from a cheap daytime horror movie. Deeper into the filth a small kiddie pool filled with water is a fat man in his tidy whiteys, but they're not quite so white anymore, with floaties on his arms. In his hand is a mason jar and everyone seems to be gathered around him. Perhaps he is their leader. Rising from the water to stand above the wretchedly drunk and disorderly he raises his hands and silences the crowd.

Hillbilly Bob: "Yes sireee, We have arrived."

He says with a thick southern twang.

Hillbilly Bob: "Here we will find the promised land of liqueur in the front and poker in the rear."

Hillbilly Bob chuckles at his own joke as the crowd goes bonkers.

Hillbilly Bob: "Now lets turn up the music and show these people how we do it!"

Hillbilly Bob steps out of the pool of water and steps into his overalls, still soaking wet. After he gets dressed he departs from the center of the white trash kingdom and makes his way towards glory and the entrance to the stadium.

Chaos Supreme 08/31/2014 Segmen10

The scene opens on RoC's resident physician, Dr. Billy Holliday, going over a few charts. Shaking her head and letting out a sigh, she turns to who seems to be her patient: Andrew Hunter, wearing his favorite brown leather jacket.

Dr. Billie Holliday: "I've never rightly understood people like you, Mr. Hunter. You're here asking me to make sure that you're 'fit to compete', when, really, it doesn't matter what I say. Now, let's see if your nerves still work..."

Apparently either very frustrated with her patient, or deciding to move on to a more physical form of testing, Dr. Holliday pulls out an oversized mallet an takes aim at Hunter's. Never one for mallets aimed at his limbs, Hunter quickly scurries away.

Andrew Hunter: "Woah, yes, yes nerves still work! Trust me.

Dr. Holliday drops her mallet and moves over to some sort of medical reader on the wall. Taking a seat once more with a relieved sigh, Hunter watches Dr. Holliday intently.

Andrew Hunter: "... You're right, by the way. It really doesn't matter what you tell me. I just want to know so that I can be aware of it. You know make claim that I'm intelligent for knowing my own weaknesses and all that. It's just something that most wrestlers have, doc; a complete and total disregard for our own safety. Kind of a necessity for going back in the ring match after match."

Andrew waits for some sort of response, but Dr. Holliday seems caught up in the readings on the wall. Sighing, he glances to his ankle -which fully supported his weight not seconds ago- and then to the camera. He smiles, as though glad he found someone to talk to.

Andrew Hunter: "For the record, no, I'm not concerned about this. At all. No doubt that I'm fine. I've been beaten up before and I'll be beaten up again. Fact is that I'm far more angry than concerned. I mean, really, this guy walks around, struttin' his stuff and acting like everybody should fall down at his feet and praise him because -what was it?- he's some sort of returning ring veteran? All Blas Carson is is a big man with a Napoleon complex. He has no class whatsoever! I-"

Sighing, Andrew anchors in his anger. He reaches into his jacket and comes out with a black book.

Andrew Hunter: "But I've gone into that too much as it is. I honestly don't care what Carson does. As I said a couple of weeks ago, I'm on the way to bigger and better things with a partner who would never stoop so low as the "Steel City Serpent". Well, I mean, I guess he HAS, but never because he couldn't win a match without it. Really, that's just pathetic..."

Andrew opens up the black book and turns it to show a list of names, Blas Carson on the list at the very bottom... Right below Andrew Hunter, oddly enough. Glancing down at the book, as though realizing that nobody had any idea what it was, Andrew starts laughing.

Andrew Hunter: "Right, right, in Casinos in Nevada if, for whatever reason you're barred from the casino they take your name and put it in a little black book. I guess you could say that I'm considering Carson officially barred from the list of people I respect... Huh, you know, this casino actually banned me for stealing their black books. Is that considered iro-"

Dr. Billie Holliday: "You're clear."

Andrew jumps slightly, very much so surprised by someone interrupting his rant.

Dr. Billie Holliday: "You have very strong ligaments in your ankle, Mr. Hunter. You pass with flying colors. Here's your papers clearing you to wrestle, if there was any doubt to the matter. Now please, Mr. Hunter, obsessed, never-say-die wrestler or not... Do try not to visit me back here too soon."

Handing him his papers clearing him for MORTAL KOMBAT and wrestling, Dr. Holliday gives him a friendly smile. Returning the smile, Hunter takes his papers.

Andrew Hunter: "Never any doubt, huh? Thanks Doc."

Andrew glances back to the camera, then raises his papers. Tucking his black book back into his jacket, Andrew begins speaking once more.

Andrew Hunter: "Now, just to reiterate: I could care less about Blas Carson. Because tonight, Alexander Melchiott and I take one step closer to becoming champions together. After all, he's my Best Friend. And if I reign as a champion along side him... Well, what else could I ask for?

Standing up and nodding goodbye to Dr. Holliday, Andrew takes his leave of the RoC clinic. Though not without smiling into the camera one last time for some sort of effect that was, admittedly, lost to me...

Chaos Supreme 08/31/2014 Segmen10

Julie Rodriguez is standing in front of an unmarked locker room door with a microphone in hand, seemingly readying herself for an interview with whoever is inside. After knocking on the door Julie steps into the dimly lit room with a camera crew in tow. Inside the dark room a man can be seen sitting on the floor in the corner of the room wearing a tattered black jacket, a pair of denim shorts and similarly black wrestling boots.

Man: Ahh, who might you be? I do not believe I was told about any visitors joining me in my locker room this evening.

The man smiled a knowing smile at Julie and the camera.

Julie Rodriguez: "Well, I'm Julie Rodriguez, the backstage interviewer for Ring of Chaos, I have a few questions for you if you don't mind."

Crusade: "Already? I feel so popular! I haven't even done anything yet and you already want to know about me! Please, feel free to ask away! It's not like I have anything important coming up!"

Crusade smirked mockingly at her from his seat on the floor.

Julie Rodriguez: "Well, how do you think your team the Church will fare against Team Symphony in your Grand Prix match tonight?"

Crusade: "Do you have any idea what it is like to truly be persecuted for your beliefs Julie? Well of course you don't! I have been forced out of many a home due to people like yourself... All because I simply wish to spread the Gospel of the Deity! He created us all and yet you constantly spit in his and his disciples' faces. You could not possibly know what that feels like."

Crusade: "Team Symphony will be defeated tonight, they must repent like the rest of the company and they will! Tonight marks the beginning of a new era in this sport, the era of the Church! The Daring One and I are going to start with Team Symphony, then we will dominate whoever makes it to the next round with us and win the titles. After that, who knows? Perhaps we will go after every belt this company has to offer before we're through."

Julie Rodriguez: "That's a very bold claim to take before your first match is even over. Does your Church even really have a use for title belts? I thought you just wanted to spread your Gospel?"

Crusade sighed and shook his head, his long black hair falling in front of his face while he speaks.

Crusade: "If only you knew what it was like to be faithful to the Deity, Julie... You wouldn't ask nearly as many foolish questions with the knowledge he can impart to you. With championships come power, with power comes notoriety and with notoriety it will be only too easy to spread the Gospel to the world!"

Crusade: "There's no way anyone will be able to stop me, not after all the pain and punishment I have endured oh no no chance at all... I am the chosen one of the Deity himself and I will do his work my life is his oh yes..."

Crusade soon began babbling incoherently as he stands, turning his back on Julie and her camera crew and pressing his head against the wall. After a minute or so of being ignored Julie shrugged to the camera and left the Crusade to himself.

Chaos Supreme 08/31/2014 Segmen10

VS

Jim Jackson: "And now for our final match in the RoC Championship Grand Prix Group A! It'll be Johnny Fortune taking on Hillbilly Bob."

Brad Blood: "Two rough fighters are going to be going at it here! I have to give the edge to Hillbilly Bob though due to his size advantage."

Jim Jackson: "I'd have to agree that, on paper, Hillbilly Bob looks to have an advantage in this one. However, Fortune has vowed to give Hillbilly Bob an Unfortunate End to his tournament aspirations here tonight!"

Brad Blood: "And he certainly didn't show any doubt about his ability to do so either! This one should be good!"

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 foot 3 inches tall and weighing in at 278 pounds, hailing from Ducktown, Tennessee... HILLBILLY BOB!"

The squeal of a pig feels the arena and Dixie begins to play as Hillbilly Bob makes his way to the ring, carrying his signature cattleprod and wearing his mud covered overalls, at least we hope its just mud.

Alice Aoi: "And his opponent for tonight, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District of San Francisco, California... The Fortunate One, JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

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 there with his arms stretched out and head slumped over, the crowd begins to boo him. The lights start to return to normal as he begins to walk down to the ring. He takes a moment to stand on the barrier. He makes his way into the ring removing his leather jacket on the outside. He immediately makes his way to his corner and removes his crucifix and places it gently around the ring post. Instead of praying before his match as usual, he asks for a microphone and takes it from Alice Aoi.

Johnny Fortune: "Now, you all see that I am prepared for my match against Hillbilly Bob in just a few moments here. However, while I am prepared to have this match, it is not the preferable method of action here tonight. I am sure that Hillbilly Bob was able to see my conversation with the good doctor earlier this evening."

The crowd boos Johnny Fortune as he smirks from the reaction of the crowd.

Johnny Fortune: "You all need to realize that conversation was a necessary precaution in order to assure that my next opponent would receive proper treatment from the Unfortunate End that he may receive tonight. For you see purveyors of chaos, I wish to bring the order of God to this audience. Even more so I would like to bring the order of God to that locker room. And gaining that title is the first in a series of steps to installing God's order to the chaos that normally reigns among the minds of you all."

The boos begin to silence as the crowd begins to chant "Pinned by dick" at The Fortunate One.

Johnny Fortune: "I'm glad that you also remember the unfortunately humiliating defeat, and disgusting display of debauchery, that caused me to suffer at our last show. Today is a new day, good audience. For instead of me being suffered a defeat from a well endowed, yet vile human being I will instead take the mind of Hillbilly Bob and save it from the chaos that he knows on the first step to taking the world title. The first step into bringing order to this chaos. Now I grabbed this microphone in order to hopefully give Hillbilly Bob a chance before our match is to begin. Instead of you coming out here to suffer for your transgressions against God in support of this chaos, I am giving you the opportunity to forfeit this match, renounce your ways and allow you a chance to be saved and see the light of God through a preferred peaceful manner. However my friend, if you do not wish to take witness to the light of God on your own. I will have to show you through the means that were set up by the ultimate purveyor of chaos and greed Lee Morrison."

The crowd boos Johnny Fortune and begin to erupt in many different insults directed toward the man who has since cast the microphone away and dropped to his knees to pray for Hillbilly Bob.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Fortune looks like he's trying to get Hillbilly Bob to repent and lay down on the mat to show his faith in God! He's trying to get Bob to hand him the victory!"

Brad Blood: "He can't really expect Bob to just hand him his opportunity at the RoC World Championship."

Jim Jackson: "Hillbilly Bob just decked Fortune with a big right hand! Fortune mouths what looks like "I tried" before charging into Bob! The two men are exchanging shots in the center of the ring!"

Brad Blood: "But Bob is too country strong for Fortune and takes the advantage with his heavy punches! Fortune is being backed into the corner!"

Jim Jackson: "The referee gets in and backs Bob up for a moment as he tries to restore some control in this one. Bob moves back in to attack, but Fortune trips him into the turnbuckle pad with a drop toe-hold! Bob stumbles out of the corner and into the arms of Fortune who springboards off of the ropes before driving Bob's face into the mat with the bulldog! Fortune quickly follows that up with a DDT before going for the cover."

Jack B. Quick: "One..."

Brad Blood: "Fortune only gets a one count on the big man. Fortune with the snap suplex to Bob! Fortune tries for another quick cover but Bob kicks out before the one count."

Jim Jackson: "Bob catches a kick from Fortune and pulls him into a nasty clothesline! As Fortune gets to his feet, he's met with a flurry of big rights and lefts from Hillbilly Bob that leave him dazed! Bob goes for the big windmill to end the sequence, but Fortune ducks under it before pulling Bob to the mat with the russian legsweep! Fortune tries to send Bob to the ropes with a whip, but Bob reverses and sends him to the ropes instead. Big back body drop from Bob!"

Brad Blood: "There's that country strength I was talking about, Jim! He nearly send Fortune into the lights with that!"

Jim Jackson: "Bob wraps his thick arms around Fortune for a bear hug, but Fortune claps Bob's ears to escape. A series of forearm shots from Fortune leave Bob seemingly stunned. Fortune runs to the ropes for the momentum, but is flattened by a big boot from the Ducktown native! It looks like Hillbilly Bob was playing a little possum there!"

Brad Blood: "Having grown up on a farm, I bet Bob knows all about possums."

Jim Jackson: "You're doing a stellar job as always, Brad."

Brad Blood: "Thanks J-Wait a minute!"

Jim Jackson: "Hillbilly Bob goes for an elbow drop, but Fortune manages to roll out of the way! Low dropkick to the face from Fortune! Hillbilly Bob tries to stop Fortune's offense with a punch, but Fortune ducks it before hitting a jawbreaker. Bob goes for another big swing, but Fortune again ducks it before pulling Bob's face into the mat with the reverse STO! Fortune rolls Bob over for the cover."

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

Brad Blood: "Bob kicks out at two, but Fortune doesn't let him get to his feet. Fortune holds Bob down as he begins pelting the top of his head with elbow shots!"

Jim Jackson: "Fortune follows that up with a low dropkick to the back of Bob's head. As Bob tries to get back up, Fortune kicks him right in the temple! Bob is looking worse for wear after all of these shots to the head."

Brad Blood: "Fortune is shouting that it "didn't have to be this way" as he prepares to finish this match. It looks like Bob is going to have an Unfortunate...No! Bob wraps his arms around Fortune and sends him to the mat with the Belly-to-Bob suplex!"

Jim Jackson: "You're really proud of yourself for that, aren't you?"

Brad Blood: "A little bit..."

Jim Jackson: "Hillbilly Bob runs through Fortune with a shoulder block before grabbing his opponent and tossing him into the corner. Bob heads to the other side of the ring before yelling "Choo! Choo!" and crushing Fortune in the corner with the Gravy Train! A sidewalk slam from Bob will lead to the cover here."

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

Brad Blood: "Fortune's out at two. It looks like Bob wants to end this match here soon -- it's almost meal time!"

Jim Jackson: "Hillbilly Bob lift Fortune up for a powerbomb. Fortune tries to fight free with punches to the head of Bob, but to no avail as Bob powers him down to the mat in the center of the ring! Bob heads to the ropes and uses them for momentum before crashing down onto Fortune with a senton! Bob goes for another cover."

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

Brad Blood: "Fortune is again forced to kick out at two. He's going to need to find a way to turn this around soon or it'll be all over."

Jim Jackson: "Bob is signaling that this is going to be it. He lifts Fortune into the air for the brainbuster, but Fortune counters with knees to the top of Bob's head before landing behind him. Rude Awakening from Fortune! He keeps his grip on Bob's head, getting back to his feet and turning Bob over before connecting with a swift knee to Bob's head!"

Brad Blood: "The Unfortunate End! What a quick turnaround! Fortune is going to win it here!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match via pinfall and advancing to the next round of the RoC Championship Grand Prix... JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

Jim Jackson: "And Fortune picks up the win in the fashion he predicted with that Unfortunate End. Hillbilly Bob has lost his chance to become our first RoC World Champion."

Brad Blood: "But he did just get a chance to visit Doc Holliday, that's always a plus!"

Jim Jackson: "You really are a real piece of work, Brad."

Brad Blood: "Thanks Jim!"

Chaos Supreme 08/31/2014 Segmen10

by **Thaddeus Rex** Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:15 pm

"Preliator" by Globus begins playing throughout the arena as two men in black cloaks step out from the backstage area. The men's heads are bowed, the one in front is holding a Bible while his companion holds a cross. Arriving at the ring, the two men walk to the center before the one holding the bible requests a microphone. After being given a mic, the man holds it to his mouth.

???: "Hello Sinners! I am The Pastor of Disaster, Heaven's favorite Son, Our Lord's ONLY Earthly judge! I have been dispatched from Heaven by our Father to bring justice to this world."

Having heard similar tales before, the crowd is quick to begin booing the men in the ring.

???: "Sinners! I have a good word for you today! The word is wraith! When you earthly beings deem yourselves on the level of the Heavens, deem yourselves on the level of us Angels, there can be no forgiveness! There can be no forgiveness for assuming that you know the workings of our Lord; or worse, that you can enact his will! Our Lord frowns upon a select few of you sinners who have assumed the role of us Angels, and thus, has sent me and my companion from Heaven to punish the heathenistic dissenters."

The crowd continues to boo the figure in the ring, causing him to frown and pause for a moment as he sets the Bible onto the mat before straightening and speaking again.

???: "You may boo me sinners, but I am here to help you! I'm here to remove the dark stains that are corrupting you, and bring the light of our Lord back to this world! I'm here to punish the false prophets! And I'm going to start with you, Crusade!"

The man lowers the microphone as he rips off his cloak, revealing himself to be Alexander Melchiott! Behind him, his companion follows suit, tearing off his cloak and revealing himself to be Andrew Hunter!

Alexander Melchiott: "See Crusade? See Fortune? It's easy to lie! It's easy to make an ass out of yourself, I've made a career off of it! The mistake you are making, however, is trying that shit with me. I am not going to sit around and let you two insult these people or their faith! That's why tonight is just the beginning! Tonight is just the beginning of my crusade, a crusade that will cause your "Church" to crumble. My crusade will free these people from you and those like you."

Eyes full of fire, Melchiott stares towards the backstage area.

Alexander Melchiott: "That's why tonight, I'm going to hurt you, Crusade. I'm going to humiliate you and humble you when I hand you the beating that you deserve. And Fortune! Watch closely, because after I am done with Crusade and his little band of jackasses, I'll be coming for you next. A real man of God wouldn't put his hands on a defenseless woman like that you disgusting piece of trash! Make no bones about it, because after I'm done with you two, you won't have a bone between you."

Melchiott throws his microphone onto the floor as he finishes issuing what he considers to be a promise.

A loud, eerie chanting begins to chime through the arena before "The Beast" (Evangelion 2.0 soundtrack) begins to play. After a moment Crusade shambles out onto the ring ramp, his hair nearly covering his face as he makes his way to the ring with a wide smile on his face. Walking around the ring, Crusade never takes his eyes off of Alexander, even as he makes his way into the ring he can be seen staring at him like an old friend. Upon stepping into the ring, Crusade retrieves the microphone that was previously cast down by Alexander before beginning to speak.

Crusade: "My my! Such anger a vitriol Alexander! And all directed at little old me, for doing what exactly? Speaking truths to you and the world that may not be convenient?"

Crusade continues to smile as the crowd jeers at him, he walks over to the fallen Bible Alexander set down before lifting it up over his hand for the fans to see.

Crusade: "This... crude tome has absolutely nothing to do with me, dear Alexander. It is the word of a God in which I do not personally believe in. That's the beauty of belief, everyone has something or something they put their faith into. I happen to put it into the Deity that speaks to me in my head every single day. He tells me that these people need to repent! It's very simple and it protects them. Not from a hell, but from me."

Crusade tosses the Bible behind him and lowers his arm. His face now quite serious as the crowd gasps at his action he simply stares at Alexander.

Crusade: "I truly only wish to protect you from the pain that I must inflict on you tonight Alexander, but you feel the need to harm me? I did not attack anyone in this company, I know nothing of the Fortune buffoon that you have lumped me together with and much worse you have already looked ahead of our match tonight! You so eagerly wish to make me a footnote in this little "crusade" against Fortune that you have forgotten that I am a very dangerous man..."

Crusade: "I think I'll take your arms tonight... It will make it easier to bury you, less money your dear mother will have to pay for your funeral."

Crusade cracks a smile and chuckles, obviously enjoying some joke in his head.

Crusade: "I mean she is why you changed your name right? We're very much alike actually. We both forsook our former names in the name of what we believe in. There's that word again, believe. You believe you can humiliate me tonight. That you will hurt me bad. Just because I want the world to better itself! Talk like that will make you no better than Johnny Fortune or any other ruffian who wishes to harm the defenseless! It's all very much akin to your partnership with the Gambler, Andrew Hunter! You feel that he deserves a title, but is too worthless to get one himself, so you come to the rescue!"

Crusade: "You have no faith in your own best friends ability to succeed on his own, so now you're taking charge for the poor guy! Very admirable indeed. The thing is, my partner has no such problem. The Daring One is every bit as lethal in this ring as I am. I trust him to have my back tonight when we come out here into this ring to demolish your pathetic team. The Church will prove tonight that we are not false prophets like you claim us to be when we send your team back to the gutters where you truly belong!"

Crusade tosses the mic back down the the ground while the crowd roars in distaste at his remarks, however, he does not move a muscle, ready to respond with words or fists depending on Alexander's reaction to his rant.

Looking between his friend and the stoic Crusade, presently locked into a staring contest, Andrew sighs before raising one of his hands and snapping his fingers between the two of them. Once they both turn their attention to him, Andrew smiles before bending down and picking up the double-discarded microphone and turning toward Crusade.

Andrew Hunter: "I'd be just a bit more careful in how you speak to whom you speaking. Because, as per usual with your type, you have NO idea what you're talking about!"

Andrew takes a step between Crusade and his partner, smile not yet leaving his features.

Andrew Hunter: "You act indignant at Melchiott here for so much as comparing you to Johnny Fortune, when in reality, you both make the same claims. That you're prophets here to spread the word of some all-powerful-deity-or-another. And you both claim that in order to do so, you must hurt, badly, anyone who gets in your way. Beating people senseless, beating people who're defenseless... Threatening to rip someone's arms off and bury them for speaking out against you; it's all the same to you."

Andrew shrugs, seeming nonplussed by the stony gaze being directed at him.

Andrew Hunter: "The fact is, Crusade, that you're a bully. You AND Fortune. And you see... And my friend here just doesn't take kindly to bullies. And he most certainly doesn't take kindly to being compared to a bully for no other reason than changing his name. So, yes, Crusade. You can be certain that Alexander Melchiott can, in fact, humiliate you tonight."

Andrew glances back toward his partner, though quickly turns his attention back to Crusade.

Andrew Hunter: "But the thing that absolutely proves that you have NO idea what your talking about..."

Hunter drops his smile for the first time since beginning to speak, along with his fake-cheery demeanor. In their stead is a stony face and eyes as hard as those on the man he's looking toward.

Andrew Hunter: "Is that you kept your attention on the wrong man. You come out here, making threats toward my friend and insults toward me, and you refused to even acknowledge me! Not even a glance! Like what? I'm that little of a concern to you!? Well you're wrong! You have no chance of 'demolishing' Team Symphony tonight."

Andrew Hunter: "...Alexander most certainly can humiliate you tonight, but he won't have too Crusade. Because I'm gonna beat you so bad that your screaming bloody persecution!"

Andrew lowers the mic, letting it drop to the floor which causes a 'Boom' to go out over the arena; though it could barely be heard over the sound of the thunderous applause coming from the audience.

Operate, Annihilate plays over the P.A system as a figure walks on the the stage and sits down gargoyle position the stage as the lights shine upon him showing it to be The Daring One holding a microphone.

The Daring One: "Well I've got to say I'm disappointed that the only person to mention me during all of this was Crusade. After all it's me that's going to kick your teeth out."

The Daring one stretches out his legs and points towards Andrew

The Daring One: "Now Andrew you called Crusade and that bum Fortune bullies. But you see how hypocritical you are with those words, Just come out here and trash talk them and threaten them with violence. And before you trying and call me out that. You're damn fucking right I'm a bully, an Asshole call me every damn word in the book and I'll wear it like a god damn set of armour."

The Daring One laughs for a second before continuing.

The Daring One: "Now you call yourselves Team Symphony... Well Crusade and I are going to play you like a damn fiddle. I'm going to kick your teeth out like I mentioned earlier. Crusades gonna inflict Damnation upon thee and after the show I'm going to celebrate with a bottle of whiskey."

The Daring One lowers the mic and and leans against the entrance way.

As if a light bulb went on inside his head, Andrew's eyes light up in recognition. He points between Crusade and The Daring One and turns back to Alexander Melchiott to chuckle and say something about mismatched pairs. Alexander, obviously prepared enough to know about both halves of the team they were facing tonight, does not seem to share in the spontaneous humor. Andrew bends back down to pick up the now three times discarded microphone before straightening up and addressing The Daring One.

Andrew Hunter: "I apologize, I do, I really do. But we were talking to the zealots. Well, talking at one zealot and talking to another, I suppose. But since you went through all the trouble of coming out here lets take a look at your resume..."

Andrew Hunter: "I'm ashamed about this, really, buuuut... Best Friend?"

Alexander Melchiott looks at his friend with only the purest of eminent facepalm. And then he facepalms. Leaning close, Melchiott begins to whisper The Daring One's resume to Hunter. It must have been bad, too, going by the look of surprise of Hunter's face.

Andrew Hunter: "You superkick homeless people? My word, what in the literal fuck man!? I apologize. Holy... I apologize from the bottom of my soul! For both my partner and myself. We should have most certainly included you, by name, in the list of people who's asses we're gonna beat beet red."

Andrew shrugs, half to end his thought and half at his partner, muttering something about being so ill-prepared. Andrew inspects the microphone, then thinks better of tossing the dang thing again and instead holds it between the three people in the ring; just in case.

"Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing on the loud speakers, as the big screen turns on and the image of Lee Morrison, general manager of Ring of Chaos appears.

Lee Morrison: "WHOAAAAAAA! Where's the fire? Now now boys, why don't you four cool down a little. We wouldn't like an incident before your scheduled match now wouldn't we? If any unfortunate thing should happen to all of you before your scheduled match this evening then I would end up one match short tonight and that will make me very cranky... AND I DON'T LIKE BEING CRANKY!"

Lee Morrison settles back and takes a deep breath to calm down.

Lee Morrison: "There is still a few moments before your match, I would suggest all of you cool down first in your respective locker rooms. There's enough time later for you all to go after each others' throat later. This is my first and final warning on the matter... And boys? Good luck later and may the best team win."

The screen promptly turns off as sudden as it came to life.

Chaos Supreme 08/31/2014 Beyond10

The air is chilly as Christy Chase in sportswear finishes her evening jog. She was wearing an earphone and mic connected to her smart phone and talking to her brother.

Christy Chase: "Yes, I'm actually on my way to meet them."

She rolls her eyes as she listens to her brother on the other line reply.

Christy Chase: "They are a legit group, they call themselves the Urban Ninjaz, they are the best parkour group here in the state! You are worrying too much."

Christy Chase sighs heavily as her brother appears to be agitated on the other line.

Christy Chase: "Yes, yes I heard I am scheduled to fight Colton Charles Cai Cobb in a match two weeks from now but I assure you, things will be okay, think of this as a special training session. Besides, I've been trying to get into this parkour group for a while now, this is a chance I cannot miss, the Urban Ninjaz are the elite of the elite in the parkour world. I've done lots of dangerous stunts inside the ring too, so stop worrying. Listen, I'm going and there's nothing you can say to change my mind, I love you but you worry too much, now stop being like mom, stop nagging me and let me live my life."

The young wrestler smiles as her brother knowing it is a lost cause gives up and just wishes her to have a good time.

Christy Chase: "Thanks, I love you too. I'll get all this on film and upload it to my You Tube channel. You'll see, it'll boost my rep and help my wrestling career. Bye."

Christy Chase ends the call and starts running out of view as the scene fades.

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THUD!!!

?: "Either you start pointing that camera at me and start filming or we will have a problem... And believe me, you do not want to find out how I solve my problems."

Shuffling is heard as the camera whips up quickly and comes into focus revealing the wrestler Thaddeus Rex sitting inside his locker room. The image shakes a little as the cameraman is clearly still unsettled after receiving a threat from T-Rex.

Thaddeus Rex: "Now hold that camera still before I completely lose my temper."

The cameraman forcibly stops his hand from trembling, stilling the picture. Thaddeus Rex, now satisfied begins his oration.

Thaddeus Rex: "That's better. Now I am not one to really leave messages to the fans, in fact this is not for the fans but for ME! That's right, I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks! Two weeks ago, I made my debut here in a farce of a match against three other pieces of shits who call themselves wrestlers. Now as everyone saw, I was disqualified... That's right, I WAS FUCKING DISQUALIFIED!"

Thaddeus Rex's sudden burst of anger startles the cameraman and causes him to take a step back.

Thaddeus Rex: "Now that is not the way to treat the future champion here at RoC, so I came back and decimated those three fools in the ring. Granted, I did not win the match but I was the only one who walked out of it. Now I've heard all the criticisms about how unsportsman-like my actions were, how unbecoming my actions was for a wrestler. Well you all can take your opinions and shove it where the sun don't shine!"

Thaddeus Rex takes a few steps forward towards the camera.

Thaddeus Rex: "You do not need sportsmanship when you are hungry in the streets. You do not need sportsmanship when people look down on you just because of your skin color. You do not need sportsmanship when you fight inside prison to survive. No, what you need is to do what you can to make sure that at the end of the day, you are still breathing, that you are still alive, that you are at the top of the food chain."

Thaddeus Rex settles back down again.

Thaddeus Rex: "It was announced earlier tonight that I shall be competing in Group B of the RoC Championship Grand Prix. Now I don't give a fuck who my opponent is because only one thing will happen... No matter who he is, I will beat the living shit out of him and advance to the next round, then do the same to my next opponent and so forth until I win that title and I do not have any qualms on what I need to do to achieve that goal. So you all can whine about how I didn't play fairly or how unsportsman-like I was but I don't give a rat's ass on what you think. Besides, what you all think will not matter once I have that belt around my waist."

Finishing his rant, Thaddeus Rex shoves the camera out of his face and walks out the door as the scene fades to black.

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Jim Jackson: "Welcome to the final match of the evening, it's the first round of the RoC Tag Team Championship Grand Prix and we have Team Symphony taking on The Church!"

Brad Blood: "That's right Jimbo, we have great tag team action coming up and with both teams sharing no fondness for each other, we can be sure to expect a one heck of a battle."

Jim Jackson: "I agree Brad, if the confrontation earlier tonight is any indication, no one is gonna hold anything back, this will be all out war!"

Brad Blood: "So what are we waiting for? Take it away Alice!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is a RoC Tag Team Championship Grand Prix elimination match! Introducing first with a combined weight of 399 pounds, the team of Alexander Melchiott and Andrew Hunter... TEAM SYMPHONY!"

"Joker and the Thief" by Wolfmother blasts throughout the arena as Andrew Hunter and Alexander Melchiott step out onto the ramp. The two men exchange a nod before heading down to the ring. Hunter pumps his arm to the beat of the song to get the crowd into the mood as Alexander enters the ring. After tossing off his vest, Alexander turns and grabs the rope before slingshotting his partner into the ring.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, with a combined weight of 430 pounds, the team of Crusade and The Daring One... THE CHURCH!"

A loud, eerie chanting begins to chime through the arena before "The Beast" (Evangelion 2.0 soundtrack) begins to play. After a moment Crusade shambles out onto the ring ramp, his hair nearly covering his face as he makes his way to the ring. The zealot is wearing plain blue jean shorts along with wrestling boots, he is bare chested, showing off the tattoo of a cross on his chest. Once near the ring he rolls in, quickly making his way to a corner to await the start of the match.

Operate, Annihilate plays over the P.A as The Daring On comes out a strikes a pose as the music picks up he walks down to the ring and shouts at the fans, he gets on the turnbuckle and flips off the crowd before doing a backflip off and waits in the corner.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell and it will be Andrew Hunter and Crusade starting off for their respective teams! The Chosen One hits a dropkick on Andrew Hunter. Second rope splash by The Chosen One. Pin! Hunter kicks out before the count of one. Quick tag between Crusade and The Daring One. The Church whips The Gambler into the ropes and hit a double clothesline. Good double team effort by The Church. Fallaway slam by The Daring One, he hooks the leg."

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

Brad Blood: "Good strategy by The Daring One keeping Andrew on their corner, isolating him. They can continue to work on him and slowly chip away. That way not only would they weaken Andrew, they'd also keep the fresh man out and also easily tag each other in."

Jim Jackson: "Why is that some honest and intelligent commentating coming from you Brad? I guess being broke sobered you up."

Brad Blood: "Shaddup!"

Jim Jackson: "The Daring One hits some punches and keeps Andrew Hunter in their corner. A big kick to the gut connects! The Daring One locks in a headlock but The Gambler pushes out of the hold. The Daring One tries to grab hold of Hunter... Andrew Hunter with an enziguri connects! The Gambler leaps and tags out to Alexander Melchiott aka Hotspur. The Daring One charges in... Right into Melchiott's arms! Driven DDT by Alexander Melchiott. Flying cross body off the top rope!"

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

Brad Blood: "Only a two count! This time it's Alexander who is keeping The Daring One in their corner using the same strategy earlier employed by The Church on his partner. He quickly locks in a submission hold..."

Jim Jackson: "The Daring One counters an arm wringer with an elbow to the side of the head. He tries to escape but Alexander Melchiott catches him from behind! Northern lights suplex pin! No! The Daring One kicks out! Hotspur turns around... Shoulder block by The Daring One sends him down! The Daring One reaches out to Crusade's outstretched arm... Tag!"

Brad Blood: "Quick tag between the teams allow their members to recover, this is one of the reasons why a tag team match is actually more challenging than a regular singles match."

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by Crusade sends Alexander Melchiott to the ropes. Dropkick connects! Another Irish whip and Melchiott is sent to The Church's corner! The Daring One has a knee out and Melchiot crashes into it chest first! Crusade with a running dropkick into the corner... He connects! The Chosen One face jams Alexander Melchiott and goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Only a two count there! Crusade goes for a submission, a good strategy as he tries to wither down Alexander's strength. He not only keeps his opponent from tagging, he may also be able to force his opponent to tap."

Jim Jackson: "You know, you should be broke more often... Getting insightful commentary from you is refreshing. Crusade applies more pressure from the camel clutch! Alexander Melchiott struggles to break free! The Daring One is pulling the ropes away from Melchiott's reach! Andrew Hunter sees it and tries to go in! The referee stops him!"

Brad Blood: "Another brilliant strategy from The Church, agitating the member of the other team with dirty tactics can force him to try to save his team mate but instead distract the referee who will stop him. This allows the other team to further inflict damage on the other wrestler."

Jim Jackson: "And that they do! While the referee is keeping Andrew Hunter out, The Daring One just punted Alexander Melchiott on the head while he's in the camel clutch! Bodyslam by Crusade on Hotspur! Hunter finally realizes he's not helping his partner and reluctantly goes back to his corner. Crusade goes for an Argentine leglock... He gets it locked in! Melchiott reaches for the ropes... This time he makes it! Crusade continues the hold!"

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

Brad Blood: "Crusade releases the hold one count short of being disqualified but the damage has been done! The referee is giving Crusade a warning... Alexander tries to limp towards his partner... Crusade stops him! Oh... Tough luck for Alexander."

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott takes a kick to the chest, and staggers back. Crusade goes for a grapple but Hotspur powers out of a Crusade headlock. Big elbow stuns Crusade! Springboard flying elbow off the top rope by Alexander Melchiott sends Crusade reeling. Melchiott with a dropkick connects, The Chosen One goes down. He goes for a tag... He gets it! Andrew Hunter leaps to the top turnbuckle! Flying elbow from Andrew Hunter connects! He hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "He fails to get the three count! Andrew needs to do more damage if he wants that three! Crusade tries to scamper to The Daring One's hand... This time it's Andrew holding on to Crusade's leg! Good move by Andrew there as he pulls Crusade out of The Daring One's reach."

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter drags Crusade to the corner... Tag to Alexander Melchiott. Team Symphony whip The Chosen One into the ropes and hit a double backdrop. Good double team effort there. Alexander Melchiott hits a rolling kick on The Chosen One. This time it's Melchiott's turn to apply a submission. Melchiott goes for a figure four leglock!"

Brad Blood: "This is bad for Crusade! He's in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! He can't reach the ropes, he can't reach his partner. He's in danger of tapping out! You can see the pain etched on Crusade's face! Wait! Crusade is trying to flip over! He's trying to reverse it!"

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott quickly disengages as he realizes Crusade's intention! Close call for Melchiott! Hotspur resumes his attack on Crusade... Crusade hits Alexander Melchiott with a low dropkick to the knee! Before Alexander Melchiott can get up Crusade steps up onto Alexander Melchiott's knee and delivers an axe kick directly to Alexander Melchiott's forehead! Crusade hits his signature maneuver Genesis! Melchiott goes down! Crusade for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Kick out by Alexander at two! Crusade really thought he had it there! Crusade looks like he's going for Alexander's leg but Alexander is struggling trying to kick him away! Whoever wins this tug-of-war may decide on the match..."

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott kicks free! Alexander Melchiott charges toward Crusade and drives a shoulder into Crusade's midsection! Moonlight Slice connects! Melchiott tries to tag... NO! The Daring One comes in and attacks Melchiott from behind with a clothesline! Andrew Hunter charges in and takes on The Daring One... Andrew Hunter lunges his opponent into the ropes. He waits for his running opponent, and ducks a hastily thrown clothesline! He quickly dashes towards the ropes as his opponent bounces back off the opposite side, still charging at, and leaps onto the ropes, propelling himself backwards, spinning 180 degrees connecting to the back of his running adversary's neck with a Springboard Enziguri executing a Trump Card!!! He knocks The Daring One through the ropes and into the outside!"

Brad Blood: "Whoa! The fans are going wild for Team Symphony! The referee sends Andrew back to their corner! Both Alexander and Crusade are slowly getting up to their feet... Alexander goes for a tag! NO! Crusade pulls him back! So close but no cigar for Alexander... Does he even smoke?"

Jim Jackson: "Crusade hits a high kick on Alexander Melchiott. The Daring One is climbing back to their corner... Irish whip by The Chosen One sends Hotspur smashing into the turnbuckles back first. The Chosen One tags out to The Daring One. The Daring One hits a bulldog off the ropes. He waits for Melchiott to stagger back up... Superkick! The Daring One goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Alexander gets a shoulder up! The Daring One thought that he had it there! We need to remember here that Melchiott HAS competed around the world and has fought against really tough opponents, experience and instinct has been drilled into his mind and body."

Jim Jackson: "That's right Brad, Irish whip by The Daring One... Running knee lift connects! The Daring One goes for a sleeper hold... Hotspur counters the sleeper hold by turning it into a jaw breaker. Hotspur uses a basement dropkick to the knee. He uses this chance to tag in Andrew Hunter!"

Brad Blood: "Uh-oh bad news for The Daring One! Andrew has been raring to go and he's not holding back landing punch after punch on The Daring One. We saw his contempt for The Daring One earlier tonight when they exchanged words, now it's time ro exchange punches... Well not really exchange as it's Andrew doing all the punching right now..."

Jim Jackson: "Daring One walks into a high dropkick from Andrew Hunter but it sends The Daring One where he needed to be, their corner! Crusade tags himself in saving his partner! Andrew Hunter hits a rolling kick on The Chosen One. Andrew Hunter kicks his opponent in the gut and tucks his head under his adversary's arm and lifts his opponent up and slams him backward with an arch of the neck thus Upping the Ante!! Hunter hits his signature maneuver! He's going for the cover! The Daring One comes in and attacks Hunter disrupting the pinfall!"

Brad Blood: "Before the referee can react, Alexander jumps in! Alexander jumps onto the turnbuckle before springing back, catching The Daring One's head, and driving him face-first into the mat. MOONLIGHT CUTTER! The Daring One is down!"

Jim Jackson: "Crusade is all alone... Andrew Hunter and Alexander Melchiott hop onto the same turnbuckle before leaping off the top rope and performing simultaneous 450° somersaults, crashing onto Crusade with the 900° Special! Team Symphony connects with their finisher! Hunter hooks the leg!"

Brad Blood: "This could be it!"

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

Jim Jackson: "We have a winner! Team Symphony advances!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall and advancing to the final round of the RoC Tag Team Championship Grand Prix, the team of Alexander Melchiott and Andrew Hunter... TEAM SYMPHONY"

Jim Jackson: "There you have it folks! Team Symphony gets the win and with it the chance to win the belts! Wait! The Church don't look like they're finished by any means... They rush forward to attack Team Symphony, and send them to the outside! Security is called in to separate the two teams! Threats are exchanged as the chaos ends. Looks like The Church won't let this one end just like that, Team Symphony may have stirred the hornet's nest..."

Brad Blood: "You may be right there Jim, Team Symphony better watch their backs who know what these religious zealots would do..."

Jim Jackson: "Talking from experience Brad? Didn't you try to start The Church of Blood once?"

Brad Blood: "That was a long time ago Jim... Man those were the days... If it weren't for those swindling cases filed against me I would have been rich..."

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Jim Jackson: "And what a great night of wrestling this was, other than Blas Carson's..."

Brad Blood: "Blah blah blah! Stop whining about Blas already! He had the foresight to find a loophole to use and he used it he did. It's Kenta's fault for not being aware of his surroundings."

Jim Jackson: "As I was saying, it was a great night of wrestling with the first round of Group A of the Grand Prix over, the next show we'll have the first round of Group B so that the wrestlers tonight can have time to recover. Congratulations to Blas Carson, Ray Kamaura, Shogun and Johnny Fortune for advancing in the RoC World Champion Grand Prix and also congratulations to Team Symphony for their win and advancing to the finals of the RoC Tag Team Champions Grand Prix."

Brad Blood: "M-hmm. Well now that that's done, I guess it's time for us boys to sign off so until next time, this is Brad Blood."

Jim Jackson: "And this is Jim Jackson..."

Brad Blood: "Saying SAYONARA BITCHES! PEACE! OUT!"

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