Chaos Supreme 09/28/2014

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Chaos Supreme 09/28/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 27, 2014 3:23 pm



VS

Jim Jackson: "Welcome one, welcome all, to an event so stunning..."

Brad Blood: "So electrifying..."

Jim Jackson: "So damn random..."

Brad Blood: "That we can't even show it on film! That's right, it's time for a dark match, between two people who probably didn't even know they were gonna do stuff tonight!"

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a dark match set for one fall! Introducing first, standing 3 feet and 3 quarters of a foot tall and weighing in at 80 pounds, from the Fujian Province of China... Little Wang!"

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


Alice Aoi: "And his- holy s#@%! Erm... I mean, his opponent this evening, standing at a monsterous  8 feet 2 inches tall and weighing 620 pounds, hailing from parts unknown... Jura!"

Jura begins walking down the ramp to little fanfare. He glances around him, seeming to be looking for someone.

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

Brad Blood: "Let's... take a second to honor Little Wang. The bravest midget ever to face the ire of an 8 foot man-monster slave thing."

Jim Jackson: "Well-"

Brad Blood: "Seconds up! This is gonna be so AWESOME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "... Well, while I admit that Wang is hilariously outmatched here, this isn't too far from what Wang does every match. Most men look at Jura and sees what Little Wang sees when he looks at most men. And, let's not forget that Wang has wrestled, and BEATEN men who are far larger than average."

Brad Blood: "Blah blah blah, midget got heart. TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING!"

Jim Jackson: "Little Wang showing tremendous warrior spirit, charging right at one of Jura's tree trunk sized legs... Only to be held back back one of Jura's tree trunk sized arms on his head. Jura easily picks Wang up and tosses him right out of the ring and into the audience!"

Brad Blood: "Holy... That could very well be a new record distance of midget tossing right there!"

Jim Jackson: "Little Wang appears to have been easily caught by the audience, escaping any harm. He quickly makes it back into the ring and charges toward Jura again... Only to eat a boot that's bigger than his head! Jura grabs Wang by the midsection and lifts him above his head, spinning him around and around with his massive hands! This... modified airplane spin may very well make an adequate submission, as Wang is screaming in either horror or pain. An elbow to Jura's skull makes him take notice and pause, turning to look up at Wang... which brings his eyes just within Wang's reach! An eye rake causes Jura to lose his grip and drop Wang to the ground!"

Brad Blood: "Jura could literally stomp this guy into a midget puddle in one step... And yet, he's not winning. Oh, I know! I bet he's just prolonging this so that the match doesn't end too quickly!"

Jim Jackson: "Given that he's, most likely, been smashed by the entirety of The Morbidly Obese Man's body weight at some point and came out in one piece, I think he may be smoosh proof. Wang takes advantage of Jura's distractedness and climbs up a turnbuckle... Lunging toward Jura with a tiny kung fu style kick! ... Which Jura didn't even seem to feel. Wang falls to the mat... And Jura takes your advice Brad, stomping on his chest with one of his feet, keeping the position for a pin!"

Jack B. Quick: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "How the hell did he get his shoulder up? What, does he have the upper body strength of a non-midget?"

Jim Jackson: "A foot is not the best thing to use when trying to pin someone, Brad. It doesn't distribute your weight, it puts it all in one spot. Much easier to squeeze out of. Jura picks Wang up and tosses him toward the turnbuckle... which Wang lands on top of in perfect form! Amazing!"

Brad Blood: "Meh."

Jim Jackson: "Jura charges toward Wang... But Wang surprises him by blowing a technicolor mist into his eyes blinding him temporarily executing a sneaky Rainbow Mist, and jumps of the turnbuckle to avoid Jura's fists of fury! How'd the ref miss that? Jura begins spinning around very quickly, striking the turnbuckle with all four massive limbs! I think he thinks the turnbuckle is Wang, and he used the Jura Twister on it! Little Wang stands between his opponent's legs and hits an uppercut to his opponent's groin executing a surprisingly painful Little Surprise! Jura's blinded and in a lot of pain... He tumbles over the ropes, and out of the ring!"

Brad Blood: "What the- Never in a million years did I think Wang actually hurt Jura at all, much less this BADLY... Even with dirty tactics! How is he doing this!?"

Jim Jackson: "Wang climbs the turnbuckle again... Little Wang climbs up to the top of the ring post and leaps, stretching out to a horizontal position, his legs and arms inward and then outward before landing on his opponent executing a Tadpole Splash, right to the outside of the ring! That was an impressive show of midget power, but... I think that last one hurt Wang more than it did his opponent. He's writhing in pain... He may have just broken one of his tiny little ribs."


Brad Blood: "And now Jura back to his feet... And he looks PISSED. I guess that Wang didn't hurt Jura so much as shock him... Good. All is right in the world again."

Jim Jackson: "Jura grabs Wang's leg wand lifts him up over his head, and slams his skull right on the ground! That's concrete, Brad... And he's not done! Jura takes a running start and lands a huge stomp to the back of Wang's head, completing the Relentless Chaos!"

Brad Blood: "I think he's dead, Jim! I'd give him a moment of silence, but I already did, soooo... THAT WAS AWESOME! Wang is like a feather in this guy's grip; I've never seen anyone manhandle these people so... so... Epic like!"

Jim Jackson: "Eloquent speaking, Brad, as always. Jura scoffs down at his little opponent, before picking him up and tosses him... WAY UP! Jura climbs back into the ring... and catches Wang over his head on the way down! He drops Wang with a gorilla press slam and stomps him, again... This time in the back! Wang is screaming in dazed agony! Cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Why'd he stop? Wait, one of Wang's miniscule legs are under the ropes! How do you even let that happen? That is... damn near impossible!"

Jim Jackson: "All the same, the fight continues... With Wang finding his second breathe and kipping back to his feet! He imitates Bruce Lee with his kungfu-esque "Oooooooaaah" before rushing back toward Jura!"

Brad Blood: "Hot damn... Let no one say that this guy isn't enthusiastic... And dang near indestructible!"

Jim Jackson: "Jura tries to catch Wang again, but Little Wang  ducks underneath Jura's arms and lands a basement dropkick, which... didn't do much damage to Jura other than forcing him to kneel, and leaves Wang lying on his back. Wang kips back up... Right into Jura's groin!"

Brad Blood: "This guy just HEADBUTT an 8 foot tall monster that dang well may as well be the HULK... in the NUTS! This guy isn't indestructible, he's steel! Or at the very least, his balls are!"

Jim Jackson: "With this being the second time that Wang hit him in the crotch, Jura is straight up livid. He grabs Wang by the throat with all for arms and lifts him up... And catapults him right into the ropes! And... The ropes aren't giving! They keep on stretching... And now the turnbuckles are starting to bed too! The ring is in serious danger of snapping! ... Wait, they've stopped. Everything seems to be still, with Little Wang staring in horror at Jura, while being suspended above the crowd..."

Brad Blood: "Jura... just threw Wang so hard that he initiated cartoon physics, Jim. This is Amazing! I've always wanted to see-"

SCHNAP! DING!

Every male within 269 miles wince, feeling a sudden onset of pity, pain and immasculinity. Including Bakla.

Brad Blood: "HOLYSHITBALLS, BATMAN! WANG JUST SNAPPED BACK AT JURA GOING AT MACH SPEEDS... RIGHT INTO JURA'S BALLS! He just wrung Jura's bells at the highest of high velocity!"

Jim Jackson: "Wang looks completely out of it and Jura... I think... he's crying Brad."

Brad Blood: "With good reason, Jim... In fact *sniff* I'm a little teary eyed, too..."

Jim Jackson: "Jura crumples down to the matt in utter agony... I, I can't do this. I... I need a minute here."

Brad Blood: "M-me too... *sniff* There's no shame i-in it... E-even the r-ref is doing it...""


Jim Jackson: "..."

Brad Blood: "*sniff"

Jim Jackson: "..."

Brad Blood: "WAAAH! WAAAH!"


Alice Aoi: "I don't get it. What's the big deal?"

Jim Jackson: "..."

Brad Blood: "*sniff*"

Jim Jackson: "And we're back. I apologize for the moment of unprofessionalism, but that hit me somewhere deep. Jack B. Quick is regaining his awareness as well, checking on both men to see if they're okay to compete. Little Wang is already back on his feet, a bit worse for ware but otherwise still standing. Jura, on the other hand..."

Brad Blood: "*sniff* Let him lose. No one blames him..."

Jim Jackson: "Jura lets out a mighty, throaty roar in defiance, and stands back to his feet! He's gritting his teeth in pain, and glaring at Wang with utter hate."

Brad Blood: "Uh-oh... RUN MIDGET! HE GUN' KILL YOU! FOR REAL!"

Jim Jackson: "I think Little Wang got that idea, too Brad! He runs out of the ring, being followed by the likely-sterile, limping behemoth. Wang quickly slides underneath the ring, out of Jura's reach!"

Brad Blood: "But that doesn't stop Jura from trying. He's pulling out all sorts of random crap from under the ring looking for a midget. There's a chair, a ladder, a broom, a... chainsaw? Wow. A bee hive, a trash can, a trash can within a trash can... Jim, help me out here?"

Jim Jackson: "A dildo, three cheese cakes, a lifesize cardboard cutout of Sylvester Stalone, a snake, an X-Box 360, a blow-up sex doll, a chat box, a CD of Thaddeus Rex -not ours, the crazy one with a dinosaur living in his head-, three blind mice, a bottle of a printer, a pig, a condom, a bottle cap, a whole bunch of gum, an ice cube... Is that..? It is! He just pulled out a motherfucker!"


Brad Blood: "He pulls out another motherfucker! And now he's beating a mother fucker with another motherfucker!"


Jim Jackson: "Wait! Little Wang's out the other side of the ring! He makes a break for it, running up the ramp as fast as his little legs can carry him! Jura notices and stops right in the middle of pulling stuff out, a bottle of... concussion begone?"


Brad Blood: "Hey, that's mine! So THAT'S where I put it..."

Jim Jackson: "He tosses the concussion begone toward Wang, the bottle going wide and disappearing into the audience! Jura limps after Wang, up the ramp and into the backstage area... Leaving Jack B. Quick to count."


Jack B. Quick: "Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, this contest has ended in a draw via double count out!"

Brad Blood: "I usually don't cheer for the little guy, but I hope Wang gets away... Things could get ugly if he doesn't.

Jim Jackson: "To be fair, things already got ugly around the time the physics stopped existing. Anyhow, you ready to start the show?"

Brad Blood: "Hang on, do we have enough time for me to go get that concussion begone? Future me may need it! For future stuff! And things..."

Jim Jackson: "Absolutely not."

Brad Blood: "FUTURE STUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUFF!"








Jim Jackson:  "Good evening ladies and gentlemen to another edition of Chaos Supreme brought to you by Ring of Chaos!  The fastest growing wrestling federation this side of the continent!  Joining me here are ringside, you all know him as the incompetently obnoxious Brad Blood!"

Brad Blood:  "You forgot devilishly handsome Jim...  On a side note, does our name Chaos Supreme remind you of a pizza flavor?"

Jim Jackson:  "Now that you mention it...  Anyway, we have a great show for you all tonight as we'll decide the semi-finalists for the RoC World Championship Grand Prix and also crown our FIRST ROC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!"

Brad Blood:  "You know what else made this show great?  MY BOY!  THE ONE, THE ONLY XAVIER BLOOD!  MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "Sigh...  We better get this show rolling before my partner here goes on a tirade of shameless self-promotion for him and his son.  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






"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 and a bag slung over his shoulders.   Lee Morrison waves to the crowd who responds positively with cheers.  He clears his throat prompting the excitement to settle down before he begins to speak.

Lee Morrison:  "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages and welcome to another night of fabulous wrestling!"

The crowd erupt in cheers again.  Lee Morrison signals them to settle down which they do.

Lee Morrison:  "I know all of you are eager for the show to start, but before we do, let us take a look at how the RoC Championship Grand Prix is coming along...  "

The general manager of RoC gestures to the giant screen.





Lee Morrison:  "As you can see, RoC World Championship Grand Prix, we have Blas Carson taking on Ray Kamaura and Shogun taking on Johnny Fortune for group A.  For group B we have Berry Sawyer taking on Chiyonosake and Thaddeus Rex taking on Xavier Blood.   I wish all eight wrestlers good luck on their matches tonight..."

The crowd cheer for their favorite wrestlers.

Lee Morrison:  "Now of course, our main event for tonight is the finals of the RoC Tag Team Championships Grand Prix, we have Team Symphony taking on Roller Coaster of Love and the winner of tonight's match shall be taking these home."

Lee Morrison opens the bag he is carrying revealing...



The crowd cheers loudly at the sight of the RoC Tag Team titles.

Lee Morrison:  "That's right, tonight we'll be crowning our RoC Tag Team Champions!   But wait!  That's right, we have a twist!  Being a championship match, we cannot make this an easy match for Team Symphony and Roller Coaster of Love...  Tonight's RoC Tag Team Championship match shall be...  A LADDER MATCH!  That's correct!  The belts shall be hanging fifteen feet above the ring and the team who manages to climb a ladder and take down the belts shall be our new ROC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!"

The crowd again cheer loudly at the announcement.

Lee Morrison:  "I know you are all ready to get things rolling so don't let me keep you all waiting any longer...  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

"Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing again as Lee Morrison exits the ring and exits to the back as the crowd starts cheering "R-O-C!  R-O-C!"






"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 he stops on the ramp and waits for a few seconds. Time passes and the crowd grows silent with anticipation of what the rejuvenated wrestler has to say. He raises the mic and begins to work his magic.  

Ray Kamaura: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls around the world, how are we doing tonight?"

Loving to be engaged, the crowd gives many answers in a scream frenzy of excrement. The behemoth on the ramp smiles and absorbs the energy given by the fans.

Ray Kamaura: "Alive tonight I see, as always. Anyway down to business as usual. I am going to absolutely going to stomp that rascally snake into the ground tonight... Just like I did last time."

Ray faked a look of surprise. The crowd was awed in confusion.

Ray Kamaura: "Roll tape!"

The lights dim and the screen begins to display what appears to be an old home movie of a Pittsburgh High school wrestling match. Two men are seen getting ready to throw down, One is clearly a younger Ray Kamaura and the other was slightly resembling of Blas Carson. The match was over just as quickly as it began, Ray Kamaura scored a submission and won the match. He was then seen helping Blas up and giving him a hand shake. The screen cuts off.  

Ray Kamaura: "That's right folks! I've already went head to head with this man. It was a complete steamrolling. I do understand that times change, and people change, but history also repeats itself."

Ray laughed with the fans for a time, but ultimately switch to his infamous tone of seriousness.

Ray Kamaura: "Joking aside I have nothing to show for my career. I have dominated men the size of mountains, I have battled demons, I have faced down prodigy and underdog alike. I lead men to battle with some of the nastiest mother loving Irishmen around... But I have always fallen just short of singles gold. Not this time. Not this time."

Ray shakes his head and somberly walks back into the gorilla position.


Porn star dancing by My Darkest Days hits the loud speakers as pyrotechnics blow up all over the stage, the crowd chimes in with boos and screams. Blas Carson walks out, not riding his signature harley this time. He already has microphone in hand.

Blas Carson: "So I see we have another Pittsburgh native here tonight, and he so happens to be my opponet. Wait a second you claimed to have wrestled me in high school."

Blas Carson ponders to himself for a second, as if he were to be thinking deeply about something then he strikes up.

Blas Carson: "Oh yeah? I remember it as clear as day! I believe you are lying to these people though! You only shown half of the clip. Let me show you the other half."

Clip flashes back to a high school in pittsburgh where a young Blas Carson is seen with a crying Curtis Jackson

Curtis Jackson: "Blas!!! He beat me badly! I never want to wrestle again!"

Blas dries the eyes of his best friend and smiles at him and lays his hand on his shoulder. 

Blas Carson: "Don't worry man, I'm facing him next. I'll get him back for you man!" 

The next scene of the clip shows a young Blas Carson squaring up to a young Ray Kamura, As Blas ducks down and scoops Ray up and slams him on the back of his head. Blas then steps back and smirks as he waits for ray to come at him. Ray then shoots at Blas Carson only to be countered and caught in a modified cobra choke. The match ends when Blas is pulled off Ray by the ref and ray hits the ground unconscious. The ref declares the young Blas Carson the winner. He then walks over to his best friend curtis who is estatic over his victory, curtis then greets him with a big hug.

Curtis Jackson: "I knew you would do it! You are the best friend anyone could ask for! I love you man!"

Blas Carson: "I love you too man, I told you I would get him back for you."

The clips ends with many many boos from the crowd, and Blas smirking and laughing.

Blas Carson: "See, you silly people and your lies, and all you idiots who believed him. Trust me Ray, not only am I going to beat you tonight. For lying, I am going to break your ankle again, and maybe your neck too!"





A loud hissing is heard as the scene opens in an empty hallway. It isn't empty for long however, as two familiar cats turn the corridor and race past the camera, carrying Upward-Step Model 52m3. After a brief moment, a horde of women come chasing after them, looking to free Upward-Step Model 52m3 from the clutches of his feline oppressors. The cameraman tries to follow after the ridiculous scene, but soon enough loses the group in the various halls of the arena. Something tells us that this bizarre situation will only continue to get even more strange as the night goes on.


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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/28/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 27, 2014 3:25 pm



VS

Jim Jackson: "And we kick things off with the first of our grand prix elimination matches, Blas Carson will be taking on Ray Kamaura.  These two men have been known to be in brutal matches."

Brad Blood: "That's right Jim, this match will be epic!  I have my money on Blas though...  GO STEEL CITY SERPENT!"

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen! The following match a set for one fall and it is a RoC Championship Grand Prix elimination match! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, also 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, accompanied the overzealous cheers of Brad Blood. Blas then walks into the ring and poses multiple times, following behind him stands the monster Jura.

Alice Aoi: "And his opponent, standing at 7 feet and an inch tall and weighing 300 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... The Rayward Son, 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. Nimble. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

Brad Blood: "Oh man, this is gonna be AWESOME! I've been looking forward to seeing Ray get his ass kicked by a good wrestler ever since he almost lost to two guys dressed as cats... TEAR HIS HEAD OFF!"

Jim Jackson: "... Excellent commentary to start the match off, Brad."

Brad Blood: "I see your sarcasm, and raise you another 10 grand wager! HAH! You have NO idea how hard it was getting this by the ol' ball and chain."

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Of course you did. Apparently Carson agrees with your opinion of Ray, Brad. He's giving Ray a "Come on!" gesture with his hands. Kamaura complies... ducks a Carson clothesline and counters with a basement dropkick, brings Carson to his knees! Ray with a superkick! Kamaura jumps from a standing position, but gets a couple of knees to his gut from a splash! Carson with a forearm to Ray's chest... Ray with a counter forearm to Carson's chest! These two are exchanging forearms to the chest like... I frankly haven't seen that before..."

Brad Blood: "The even ground won't last long! Carsons totally gonna win! I'm not even gonna do that slight stutter at the start of my words I do when I'm nervous sometimes. Kamaura has no... K-Kamaura gets the better of Carson!"

Jim Jackson: "Despite being hailed as THE underdog, you have to remember that Ray weighs 300 pounds of almost pure muscle. A straight up punching contest with him WILL end poorly. Carson needs to find a new strategy to bring the big man down... which he does, with a gutwrench powerbomb! Cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "Hah! S-see, I knew Carson would start winning again! Size and weight advantage be damned, Carson powers through with brute strength all the same! This guy a shoe-in to win second place in this entire tournament! First, of course, going to my son."

Jim Jackson: "Don't forget Brad, Ray is still in this... And now slighty out of it from a big forearm right to his head. Carson kicks Ray in his gut... Follows up with underhooking both of Rays arms, and using his arms as leverage to pick him up... and slams him down on his neck and head with a Tiger Driver 91! Misawa would be proud..."

Brad Blood: "That's 300 pounds of pure muscle for ya... Right on his NECK! Blas goes for cover! This is it already! I can taste the money... taste it!

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! "

Jim Jackson: "Ray again kicks out at two! Even after a brutal move like that, Ray still has plenty of steam in his engine. Kamaura brought into a suplex position, but he tries to stop the move with a knee lock! But Rays still a bit shaken from the tiger driver, allowing Carson to pull free and lift Kamaura up... slamming him down on his head and neck with a brainbuster! Carson with a back suplex from a high angle, more damage being done to Ray's neck!"

Brad Blood: "A brilliant place to target. Ray isn't much of a threat- yeah...for his size and weight, he should be, BUT STILL- so targeting his limbs or his back, or something that hinders his movement and ability to use his moves wouldn't do much good. But taking away his ring awareness? That's just easy money... Lotta easy money."

Jim Jackson: "I... guess that was insightful? Carson controlling Kamaura into the turnbuckle with a hammerlock... only to eat a big elbow, stunning him back! Ray on the top rope... jumps for a flying cross body, all 300 pounds landing right on Carson! Keeps the position for a cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "F-Fuck yeah! Kickout at two! You're not gonna be able to steal this one with any quick highflying moves slash pins! And... I think Ray hit his head on the way down, cause he's not even getting up! Carson sees Ray lying still and pins him! YES! He's gonna lose by knocking himself out cold! ALMOST just like the last time they fought, as silly rookies!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Not quite out cold, but definitely dazed. Carson seems to be waiting for Ray Kamaura to get up... which he does, if a bit woozily. Carson grabs Kamaura from behind and locks in his signature Cobra Clutch, the Mamba Squeeze! Ray struggling the best he can to stay in the match, but he's fading fast..."

Brad Blood: "All the damage to his head and neck is making it VERY hard to not suck! He seriously needs to get good scrub, but not yet, not now! The referee begins testing to see if Ray's not dead, which... I think he is, Jim. One... Two... Threeeee like money~... NOOO!"

Jim Jackson: "Ray's arm stays up this time! He drives his elbow into Carson's midsection! And again! Again and again... Carson being forced back, trying a new tactic by wrapping his legs around Kamaura's waist in a bodyscissors, trying to force Ray down to the mat... But Ray refuses to go down, instead running backwards to the turnbuckle! The ropes so easily in reach, Ray grabs one... But Carson isn't letting go! Come on, he's been in there long enough..."

Brad Blood: "Does he look unconscious, Jim? NOT LONG ENOUGH, I SAY! And the money says that the extra four seconds will be well worth it!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Carson releases his hold and kicks the very injured Kamaura back into the center of the ring... He tries to lock in another Mamba Squeeze! He's almost got it, but Ray through a sheer force of will grabs one of Carson's arms and pries it off of him! Carson tired of this, going for something different... Brings Kamaura up into a fireman's carry position! Carson spins Ray... and drills him into the matt with a devastating F-5 driver! Cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "YE- Nooooo! I thought he had it, damnit! I COULD TASTE THE MONEY!"

Jim Jackson: "Carson apparently as frustrated as you are, Brad. He's yelling at the referee, like it's poor Nimble's fault that Ray actually wants to win. Blas brings Ray up and whips him into the ropes, running toward the opposite ropes himself, bouncing off and running toward the stumbling Ray Kamaura... goes for a swinging reverse STO, but Ray slips out of The Serpentine Offering and keeps running to the ropes... coming back and yells "KABLAM" before drilling Carson with a 300 pound dropkick! I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that was his signature dropkick, Kablam!."

Brad Blood: "Both men down! Even when Kamaura gets momentum, it ends with him lying facefirst on the matt! I'm gonna get mah money, Jim!"

Jim Jackson: "Careful being too overconfident Brad, Rays rising to his feet first... Carson back up too. Ray with a swift kick to the gut causing Carson to double over, then Ray bounces off the ropes and runs past Blas, rebounds off the ropes and jumps, placing his foot on Carson's head, forcing it into the mat with his finisher, Carry On! He goes for the cover!"

Brad Blood: "EEEK! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"

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

Brad Blood: "OH DEAR GOD YES, YES YES! I... I thought I lost my money again..."

Jim Jackson: "So much for Blas Carson being unbeatable, huh Brad? Ray with a big leg drop, again using his weight. Grapples Blas to his feet, then tosses him to the turnbuckle. Running knee lift, sandwiches Carson. Ray grapples Blas once more, and takes a running start toward the turnbuckle... running up into and flipping back into Carson with a sliced bread, showing an incredible amount of athletic aptitude for a man his size. He goes for a cover!... but thinks better of it. He brings Blas head between his head and begins trying to pick Blas up, but Carson counters the piledriver attempt with a back drop! Carson strikes Kamaura's liver, then delivers a steep kick to the gut. With Ray bent over, Blas lifts him into a suplex... then gets dropped into a double knee backbreaker!"

Brad Blood: "YES! It's the Taipan Death Drop, a move so awesome it can  finally win MY MONEY! Carson going for the cover!"

Jim Jackson: "Wait! Someone just jumped out from the audience... It's TK Kenta, and he's moving toward Blas's motorcycle! He smirks at Blas, and he forgets all about Ray Kamaura and charges out of the ring! Kenta saddles the bike and revs the engine... and Blas looks almost calm. It looks like he's reasoning with Kenta... But after having his spot in the tournament taken without even a match to show for it, Kenta seems not to care too much about reason. He begins driving up the ramp!"

Brad Blood: "THIEF! WHERE'S SECURITY? WHERE'S JUSTICE? WHERE'S JURA- oh, there he is."

Jim Jackson: "Jura appears at the top of the stage, and Kenta stops in the middle of the ramp, trapped. With both Jura and Carson closing in on him, Kenta abandons the bike and runs back into the audience! Carson looks like he's about to chase after Kenta, but Jura stops him, pointing back to the ring!"

Brad Blood: "Wuh?- THE COUNTS AT EIGHT! RUN BLAS, RUN! NINE... HE MAKES IT!"

Jim Jackson: "... Right into a small package by Kamaura!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Brad Blood: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jim Jackson: "Kamaura manages to take advantage of Kenta's distraction to steal a win right out from under Carson. Jura walks Carson's Harley back to the ring, unscratched. That's... lucky, actually. If Kenta really-"

Brad Blood: "THIS IS ALL KENTA'S FAULT! *SOB* IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM... I'D BE *SOB* RI-HI-HI-HICH!"

Jim Jackson: "There there Brad... Look, if it's any consolation, with the odds so far stacked in Carson's favor, you probably would've only made a dime off of winning anyhow... Brad? Are you okay?"

Brad Blood: "*SOB*"






"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 quickly makes his way to the ring and grabs a microphone before waving off his music with a very serious look on his face.

Shogun: "Five years ago in a ring much like the one I find myself in now I made a promise. On the final show of a long forgotten promotion's lifespan I told the world that I would never be tread over again. I told the world that I would soon be the most feared man in the business, the guy who would set the standard for excellence! That was the night I defeated a man known for setting the bar for every wrestler in the business. I beat the then legendary Glide and started my climb up the ladder to success at last."

Shogun: "After that night I never told the world a promise I didn't keep. I told everyone in the crowd of the first ever show in the United League of Lunatics history that I would not only become it's first world champion, I would be the most dominant in it's history. I think history will show that I kept that promise. Remember that promise about being the most feared man in the industry? I know for a fact that my track record in ULOL and every other place I have visited has done me a service. I am known as the most brutal, most technical, and now the most feared man to ever step into this ring! Now I find myself making more promises to the world. I told you all that I would once again become the first champion in a company's history."

Shogun looks up to the hard camera, looking into the world in the eye while he speaks.

Shogun: "I say this, not because I feel my competition is weak. In face, I know that this place has the best wrestlers in the world in it's ranks. That competition is the reason I know I'll win! It doesn't do anything other than make me work that much harder than the next guy. The rise of the new generation isn't intimidating to me, I was one of those young up and comers at one point. I know how hungry they are and that just makes me that much more determined to stay hungry as well! I want to continue to come out here and say with confidence that I am the best wrestler on Earth!"

After taking a deep breath as the crowd cheers him on, Shogun walks over to the turnbuckle to lean against it.

Shogun: "Let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet though. I came out here for a reason and it certainly wasn't to tell you all about my past again. No, tonight I face yet another obstacle in my path. He seems to like making a lot of promises himself, in fact all he really seems to do is talk talk talk. Johnny Fortune, on your first night in this company you came out and showed your guts to the world by taking a crap all over the crowd and everyone in the locker room. You've got balls kid, and I respect that, really I do! The problem is, you lost me when you started using your little religion as your reasoning behind being better than everyone else."

Shogun: "I'm not sure if you already knew, but I'm pretty well known for being the former Demonic God of the ring. I don't fear any man or God for that matter, and if you think your Bible is going to convince me that you're worth half a shit as a wrestler you are sadly mistaken kid. Tonight you're either going to prove yourself to the world, or you'll just end up like every other guy with a big mouth who ever stepped into the ring with me. A humbled, broken heap at my feet."


With that Shogun drops the mic and leaves the ring without another word.






A series of chairs, tables, and even a vending machine are stacked in front of the door to the locker room that the cameraman currently finds himself in. Just in the frame, a tired Meowlchiott pants from the work he has put forth in barricading the door to the room.

Meowlchiott: "I think we'll be ok for now! Silly humans, don't they know that ladders are for sitting on? We need this ladder to help us reach new heights of relaxation before the show! Isn't that right, Mewter?"

Meowlchiott looks back behind him at Upward-Step Model 52m3. The camera slowly pans up, revealing a cat stretched across the top of the ladder.


The cat in question lets out a happy "Meeeeoooow~" before finding some way to stretch into a different position.

Mewter: "That's wight fwiend! Ladder's are just like underwear dwawers! Soooo comfy, warm and cozy... Now come on up and join me, silly kitty!"

Mewter extends his tail to his cat friend in a show of mutual cat love toward relaxation as the scene fades






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 lights  start to return to normal as he begins to walk down to the ring. Instead of hopping on the barrier, he begins to walk into the crowd until he's in the center of the crowd. The music silences as Fortune is holds a microphone and is able to keep the crowd back with the help of two  security guards. Fortune brings the microphone to his mouth.

Johnny Fortune: "These People Shogun, These people, these... Purveyors of chaos as I have grown accustomed to calling them. These people who we come out and entertain. Shogun, I believe you do not represent these people. For you see, these people are average men and women. Unlike yourself, these  people have never been a part of extravagant circumstances such as being inside of that squared circle."

The crowd looks confused and begins to start a commotion as The Fortunate One waits for the crowd to calm down.

Johnny Fortune: "You have broken bones, and minds alike. Destroyed not only the body of an opponent but their hopes and dreams. You take the downtrodden  and average and make them feel as if they have nothing left to live for. Boy Bakla, a child of God whose path already lead him into  discrimination and the mental pain that could destroy the soul of any man. Yet he kept fighting, his soul kept fighting, his heart would not give out before his body and you destroyed him and put him on a stretcher! You have been Running through each of your opponents like an out of control locomotive as you show a pure lack of respect for your opponents. You give those who represent these downtrodden and trampled people absolutely nothing! These are not your people. Whether or not I like it the downtrodden, the trampled, these people who I call the purveyors of Chaos are my people. For unlike you we have not the extraordinary skills to have an entire career layered in destruction. Most of us are not as fortunate as you. We may have the heart and soul but have not the natural ability."

Johnny Fortune: "Me, I am a part of these average men and women. And it is only by the grace of God I was fortunate enough to gain my position in the world of professional wrestling. However, I have been homeless, surrounded by the pain of trampled and overlooked, baptised in my own blood. Yet, I fought. I still fight, I fight to save these people not only from their "Sinful" ways, but from being trampled. Trampled under the weight of people like you, who act as a train with no driver. Refusing to stop for any person who must cross the tracks, shattering their entire bodies.Shattering the hearts of their families, both physical and mental pain of inhuman preportions. These people know pain, they know suffering at the hands of the likes of you. The similar pain that you impart upon all of your opponents. Including myself, there is no doubt in my mind that you will cause me pain. I will feel trampled. I will feel as if God has abandoned me in that ring. However, my faith and soul will remain strong. Through the grace of God and all of his heavenly powers I will pick myself up from the ground. Like these people, I refuse to let any man destroy me. If I am to be beaten senseless, If I am to be trampled, If I am to be bloodied, so be it! I will stand and ask for more until my body is  broken and beyond repair. I was baptised in my own blood, and tonight I may be crucified in it! Yet I will rise, I will take your head and drive it into your skull. And once you fall, and I cover your body with little to no life in my body taking a win for myself and these people."

Johnny Fortune takes a moment to look around at the crowd not with disdain, but with hope and love.

Johnny Fortune: "Then, like the rest of these people, these... purveyors of chaos, my wounds shall heal, my pain shall subside. I will have to stand up once again to face another opponent. To represent these people, to save these people, to save them from being purveyors of chaos. Then I shall raise the belt above my head and bring God's order and love to MY people. The downtrodden and trampled, whom I love, as the first Ring of Chaos Champion."

Johnny Fortune throws the mic somewhere in the audience as it is shut off and he disappears back into the crowd until his match begins.






The scene opens in what appears to be a classroom. El Loco is sitting at one of the desks with a Laptop in front of him. Felipe can be seen wearing a world war 2 American style officer hat. Felipe seems to be trying his hardest to talk like a drill sergeant.

Felipe Shido: "And so I'll flank Andrew Hunter and Alexander Melchiott and while they're distracted you'll hit whichever one's the legal man at the time with a locomotion. Sound like a plan?"

El Loco: "Man that's kawaii as fuck!"

Felipe's voice returns to normal as he shakes his head in disapproval.

Felipe Shido: "You've been watching anime this whole time and not listening to a thing I've said haven't you?"

El Loco: "Fuck you, fun things are fun."

Felipe Shido: "So I'm assuming you didn't even notice the camera man walk in."

El Loco looks at the camera man as you can visibly see the regret of the last 40 some odd seconds of his life form on his face.

El Loco: "I wasn't watching anime, Anime is stupid not cute at all I have no idea why anyone would watch it."

Felipe Shido: "Well then why don't you tell the people what you've been learning?"

El Loco: "Ok first Team Orchestra...."

Felipe Shido: "Symphony!"

El Loco: "What the fuck ever Holmes. We spread love you guys spread music."

Felipe Shido: "I don't think they are actual musicians."

El Loco: "I make music myself."

Felipe Shido: "Rapping by yourself doesn't count as music and besides you suck at it."

El Loco: "Felipe I swear on the hood I will gut you."

Felipe uses that as a chance you get his thoughts in on the match.

Felipe Shido: "Alexander Melchiott, Andrew Hunter you're respected wrestlers you've been around the park you know what's at stake, The Tag Team Titles. who ever wins will go down as the first ever tag team champions in this company."

El Loco: "It's gonna be us Essay. you probably think we're chump change but if anything holmes we're the Wildcard. The piece of jenga that you aren't entirely sure you can get out without knocking over all the pieces."

Felipe Shido: "What my angry little friend is trying to say is don't get too happy with your hand cause we're counting the cards."

El Loco: "We're cheating?"

Felipe Shido: "No just talking metaphorically."

El Loco: "Can't we just saying we're gonna beat them down until they can't get up?"

Felipe Shido: "That would be uncivilized."

El Loco: "Well hello Mr.Fancy Pants. Oh look at me I'm Felipe Shido, I'm the ultimate gentleman I get all the ladies ra-ra-ra-Rasputin."

Felipe Shido: "What... What was with that last part?"

El Loco: "Just fuggedaboutit holmes aight? It's k... Special K."

Felipe Shido: "You see that Team Symphony?  We're ready for you. Me and El Loco have transcended beyond an ok tag team and become a special k a strong bond of companionship fibre and iron. Molded together to form the ultimate crazy ride. A Roller Coaster Of Love to conquer not just this company but the world as a whole."

El Loco: "You're getting ahead of of yourself amigo."

Felipe continues rambling as El Loco walks up to the camera.

El Loco: "Yeah he's gonna be on this tangent for a little while.  Basically hombre's just know we've been training and we're ready for you guys. The Match is gonna get hype and it's gonna get Loco. See ya soon."

The camera fades to black as El Loco turns around heads back to his laptop as Felipe is still talking to himself.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/28/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 27, 2014 3:26 pm



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Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune versus Shogun, who will advance to the next round of the grand prix.  Johnny Fortune have so far impressed us with his in-ring ability and despite his small stature, he has proven that he can take on opponents that are bigger than he is.  Shogun on the other hand, a veteran in-ring has seen many battles, his skill and experience inside the ring has made him a legend."

Brad Blood:  "You know what legend means right Jim?  He's old!  And the old should be retired just like what will happen to Thaddeus Rex later tonight when he faces my son Xavier Blood!"

Jim Jackson:  "We should be talking about Fortune versus Shogun, you should stop pimping your son's match Brad."

Brad Blood:  "Wha?  Pimping?  I don't know what you are talking about!  Oh look Alice is about to kick thngs off."

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen!  The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall and it is a RoC World Championship Grand Prix elimination match!  Introducing first, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District of San Francisco, California...  The Fortunate One, 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 lights start to return to normal as he begins to walk down to the ring. He takes a moment to stand on the barrier and will stare at his opponent if they arrive before him. 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. He then begins praying in the corner until the match is begun.

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. Quick.  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "There's the bell!  Johnny Fortune keeps his distance as Shogun stalks him in the ring.  Shogun shoots...  Fortune spins away.  Fortune is clearly wary of Shogun here...  The Fortunate One lunges in...  Shogun throws a punch but Fortune ducks under it!  Fortune gets behind The Reaper...  Russian legsweep by Fortune!  Shogun gets back up to his feet...  Back suplex by Fortune!  Shogun is down again."

Brad Blood:  "And as I said earlier, the newer model is definitely superior than an old beat-up one.  Shogun may have been a threat back in the day but from his matches so far here in RoC, he clearly struggled with his opponents even if he did eke out wins."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune goes for a sleeper hold trying to get slow Shogun down some more...  The Reaper counters the sleeper hold by turning it into a jaw breaker.  Fortune gets back up to his feet...  Lariat takes him down!  Fortune springs back up...  Right into another lariat by Shogun!  Fortune staggers to his feet.  Irish whip by Shogun sends him to the ropes...  Back body drop sends The Fortunate One into the air!  I guess the old model is giving the new one a run for its money."

Brad Blood:  "Gah.  Shogun just got lucky there.  Fortune as his name states shall be the one to recieve good fortune tonight.  Sooner or later Shogun will break down.  He may have had some time to recover but I'm sure that the injuries he recieved in his match with TMOM and Bakla still lingers in that old body of his."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune manages to scamper away before Shogun can follow-up with another attack...  Fortune with a dropkick...  NO!  The Reaper dodges it!  Shogun grabs Fortune on the rebound, backbreaker!   Fortune is down!  He struggles back to his feet but takes a butterfly suplex from The Reaper.  The Fortunate One looks ragged...  Corkscrew brainbuster suplex by Shogun!  Shogun hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Looks like Johnny is still in the game!  Looks like Shogun's attacks weren't enough to put him away yet.  See?  That is a perfect example of my point...  If Shogun was in his prime, his attacks would have done more damage, he would have gotten the one two three."

Jim Jackson:  "Shogun sets Johnny Fortune up for a piledriver...  Fortune counters it with a back body drop!  Tiger bomb by Fortune!  Fortune continues his offense...  Leg drop connects!  Fortune waits for Shogun to get back up...  Johnny Fortune wraps his arms around Shogun in a rear-waist lock and begins to deliver one German suplex he calls Matthew. He rolls over and hits the second German suplex, Mark. He rolls over again suplexing Shougun for the third German suplex, Luke. Oh my God he rolls over again, one more suplex to finish with John. Johnny Fortune has just delivered the gospels to Shogun!"

Brad Blood:  "And that's how he rolls baby!  Haha! Shogun didn't know what hit him.  Go Johnny go!  Johnny goes down and hooks the leg...  This could be it..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Kick out by Shogun.  And it seems that the newer model isn't anything special compared to the older one.  Johnny Fortune climbs up to the top turnbuckle...  Shogun gets up leaps after him!  Shogun with a forearm to Fortune's face...  He is going for a superplex...  The Fortunate One blocks it AND COUNTERS WITH A FACEBUSTER FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!   Fortune goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "WAAAAAAAAH!  So close!  I guess Shogun still has something left in him, but I'm sure mah boy  Johnny will soon beat it out of him.  I mean how much more punishment can that body of his take?"

Jim Jackson:  "Belly to belly suplex by Johnny Fortune sends Shogun back to the canvas.  Shogun staggers to his feet.  Fortune with a barrage of punches sends Shogun back...   The Reaper gets caught with a short powerbomb from Fortune.  Shogun tries to shake off the damage as he rises back to his feet...  Fortune drives a forearm into the chest!  A kick to the gut sends Shogun down to his knees...  Snapmare by Fortune!  He goes for the cover..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "What the?!   Just like old people Shogun is just plain stubborn.  He should just lay down and accept his fate.  Looks like Johnny is going for a submission..."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune locks in the figure four leglock...  WAIT!  Shogun flips over and reverses it!  Now it's Fortune's leg that is taking the punishment while Shogun catches his bearings.   Fortune lunges for the ropes...  He's a few inches short!"

Brad Blood:  "C'mon Johnny, you can do it!  Don't tap!  Just one more lunge...  AND HE MAKES IT!  Whew!  That was a close one.  Now stop goofing around Johnny, it's time to be serious and finish that has been."

Jim Jackson:  "Eye gouge by Johnny Fortune gets a warning from the ref.  Fortune pushes past the ref and grapples Shogun...  The Reaper blocks the suplex attempt.  Shogun snap suplexes Fortune in retaliation!  Blind lariat by The Reaper, Fortune never saw it coming until it was too late.  Shogun picks Fortune up...  Fortune slips down to Shogun's back.  Shogun turns around and gets rocked by an uppercut!  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 Johnny Fortune in the throat.  Shogun's signature Decapitation Nation and the crowd goes wild.  Shogun for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny kicks out at two!  It seems that good fortune still smiles on The Fortunate One.  He may look like a stoned preacher but he's one tough sonnuvabitch.  He took what Shogun dished out and is still alive and kicking.  C'mon Johnny!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune blocks a punch from Shogun and counters with a kick to the gut!  Fortune snap suplexes The Reaper.  Shogun staggers back up...   Fortune is waiting and takes him down again with a massive back suplex!   Shogun tries to get back up to his feet...  Irish whip by The Fortunate One sends him slamming to the corner back first."

Brad Blood:  "Ooh yeah!  Now that's what I'm talking about.  Now time to finish this...  Go Johnny go, GO!"

Jim Jackson:  "Shogun avoids a Johnny Fortune avalanche. Double arm suplex by Shogun, Fortune hits hard. Stun Gun from Shogun!  Shogun is on a roll.  Burning Hammer Drop from Shogun, executed with perfect brutally.  Fortune tries to get back up...  He tastes a high angle back suplex from The Reaper.  I wonder if it tastes like chicken.  Shogun hooks the leg."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Again Johnny kicks out!  Look at the frustration in Shogun's face.  I'm sure it probably dawned on him that his weak-ass attacks are not doing the damage he thought that they would do."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune blocks a kick from Shogun and counters with a knee to the gut!  Sit-out powerbomb, The Reaper landed hard.  Shogun tries to get back up to his feet.  A forearm to his back sends him sprawling on the ropes.  Fortune hits a great swinging DDT on Shogun!   Shogun is down!  Fortune hooks the leg."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Sonnuvabi...  That referee is probably counting slow!  Seriously how could Shogun still kick out after taking that much punishment!"

Jim Jackson:  "Don't go throwing baseless accusations Brad...  Reverse atomic drop by Johnny Fortune!  Dropkick by Fortune sends Shogun to the mat!  Shogun gets up and walks right into a body slam!  Shogun is lying on the ground facing the floor, Johnny Fortune ties the legs of Shogun around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of Shogun's head and brutally forces his head to the ground with his foot. He just blessed Shogun with his First Communion!"

Brad Blood:  "That's what I'm talking about!  Make him tap!  Make him tap!  Shogun is caught with nowhere else to go!  It's only a matter of time before the ref calls for the bell!"

Jim Jackson:  "Wait!  Shogun somehow powers out of Johnny Fortune's hold!  Shogun gets back up...  Belly to belly suplex by Fortune!   Irish whip by Fortune sends Shogun to the ropes...  Shogun counters a back body drop attempt with a knee to the face!  Fortune takes a butterfly suplex from The Reaper.  Shogun is not done...  He waits for Fortune to get up...  Powerslam!  That shook the ring!  Shogun for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny kicks out just in the nick of time!  Oh man this match is making my blood pressure rise...  Haha!  Johnny just countered Shogun's punch with an arm drag!   Shogun gets back up...  Another arm drag!  And another!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune breaks the monotomy of the arm drag with a kick to Shogun's head!  The Reaper gets caught with a short powerbomb from Fortune.  Shogun gets back up to his feet but takes a quick lariat from Fortune. Irish whip sends Shogun to the ropes...  Johnny Fortune misses a clothesline.  Big forearm by Shogun!  Side suplex from Shogun!  Shogun for the cover..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Again fortune still smiles on Fortune.  I think Johnny's God is certainly smiling down on him tonight."

Jim Jackson:  "Well his God's smile may not be enough soon...  Shogun picks Johnny Fortune up and sets him on the top turnbuckle.  Superplex!  Fortune landed hard.   Shogun with a powerbomb on Fortune...  Fortune is not moving!  Shogun goes for the pin...  Fortune has his leg up on the bottom rope and the referee sees it!"

Brad Blood:  "A trait of a great wrestler is that he  should always be aware of his surroundings at all times and use it to his advantage.  See how Johnny was able to sense the rope and put his leg there?"

Jim Jackson:  "Uh...  I think that was just a fluke, his leg landed on the bottom rope after that powerbomb...  Shogun picks Johnny Fortune up on his shoulders in a fireman carry...  Fortune somehow hangs on to the top rope!  Fortune pulls himself down!  Shogun with a spinning elbow...  He misses!  Fortune counters with a kick to the gut!  A big knee to Shogun's head sends him reeling!  Fortune hits a delayed suplex on The Reaper.  Shogun tries to get back up...  Fortune hits a great swinging DDT on Shogun.   Shogun still manages to get back up to his feet...  Big dropkick by Johnny Fortune, who got good elevation. Fortune drives a forearm into the chest of The Reaper.  Both men are clearly reaching their limits... "

Brad Blood:  "Well I think Shogun's tank is already on empty but Johnny probably ain't that far behind...  Johnny needs to finish this now!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune misses a big legdrop after stalling too long. Fortune tastes a high angle back suplex from Shogun.  Shogun sets Fortune up on the top turnbuckle...  Belly to back suicideplex!  Fortune got folded in half!  Shogun lifts Johnny Fortune up into into the air in a half nelson and then into a backdrop position before slamming Johnny Fortune down to a sitting position, slamming the back of his neck to the canvas executing Old Faithful!"

Brad Blood:  "AWWWWWW SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..."

Referee Name:  "One! Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall and advancing the RoC World Championship Grand Prix Group A finals...  The Reaper, SHOGUN!"

Jim Jackson:  "And after another grueling match, Shogun manages to eke out a win!  He shall be facing Ray Kamaura in the finals of the group A bracket."

Brad Blood:  "I can't believe it?!  Johnny lost?!  There is no god!"

Jim Jackson:  "There is a God Brad, he just doesn't like you."

Brad Blood:  "Oh screw this, I'm outta here."

Jim Jackson:  "Wait, wha?  Where are you going?"

Brad Blood:  "I still have to fetch my son, cover for me Jim if I'm not back yet when the next match commences."

Jim Jackson:  "Fetch?!  What?  What is he, still in elementary?  Do you need to wipe his butt for him too after he takes a dump?  Brad?  Brad!"






The scene opens on the rain, in it the Ring of Chaos arena's exterior; thankfully being filmed from beneath some sort of cover. With a commotion being heard, the camera shifts around to show a few men with notebooks, duffle bags and microphones standing in the center of a crowd of people. The man in the very center, the one with a microphone, begins speaking.

Bet Broker: "Alright ladies and gentlemen, bets have been placed for the championship grand prix singles division already; it's time to for the tag division. You know the drill. Bets go through my colleague with the notebooks, cash goes to the man with the duffle. Let's hear it, Team Symphony or The Rollercoaster of Love?

The crowd bursts into a concoction of noisy voices, all yelling much too loudly in a disorganized fashion. Despite this, the man with the notebook does an excellent job of taking bets and passing the pot money to his friend with the bag. Suddenly one of the pedestrians in the crowd pulls out some sort of brutal looking brass knuckles and takes a pot shot on the man with the bag, causing the crowd to disperse. The man with the mic, apparently armed, tries to go to the aid of his friend, but the madman seems to have had help as another man blindsides him. Followed by another... and another... soon enough it becomes apparent that being in the center of so many people with only three men yourself, holding a big bag of money, was not the best idea.

???: "Oh, come now. Have SOME class about this."

The men stop their senseless beating and turn their attention to the brown leather jacket clad Andrew Hunter, coming out from under the veil of the rain. He takes a quick count of the thugs, then grimaces.

Andrew Hunter: "All I wanted to do was make a little bet before my night started, but apparently that was too much to ask for, wasn't it? All because a half dozen men want to be pissy and mug my favorite broker? Eh..."

Andrew charges straight towards the group of thieves, and feints with toward the one closest to him only to make a leaping heel kick towards another assailant. The group of thieves begin trying to pile on top of Hunter; which, after Hunter drops two more with well placed straight and hook punches, they succeed in doing. Despite having the numbers advantage, Hunter manages to escape a near savage beating and pops back to his feet. Several quick strikes later, he disperses the group enough to change tactics; landing a belly to belly suplex, an enziguri, a quick german suplex and even a reverse DDT, which was Upping the Ante if I do say so myself. Soon enough, the only one who could rise back to their feet was the jackass with the brutal brass knucks, who tried to take the duffle and run.

Unfortunately for him, there were three very pissed off bet brokers who he'd just finished beating on. They quickly return the favor. With the crooks all either moaning, or presently having the hit kicked out of them, Andrew takes the time to go through the thieves' wallets, collecting all the cash he could find.


Andrew Hunter: "Mark me down on Team Symphony, would ya?"

He hands his money off, then walks back out into the rain and toward the arena whistling a jaunty tune all the while. The crowd of onlookers who hadn't ran away screaming began yelling at the three, admittedly worse for wear, men to place their bets on Team Symphony; even the ones who had already bet on The Rollercoaster of Love. Having just had their asses saved, the three men are only too happy to comply.






Julia Rodriguez:  "Mr. Cobb, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind answering a few questions."

The sultry backstage interviewer shouts out as she chased after the man known as The Charismatic Crippler.  Colton Charles Cai Cobb stops walking and waits for her to catch up, his usual serious and threatening demeanor absent.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Thank you Mr. Cobb."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Please, call me Colton, and I assume it's all right to call you Julia?"

Julia Rodriguez nods, dumbfounded at the friendly approach Colton Charles Cai Cobb has.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Your questions Julia?"

Julia Rodriguez:  "Oh yes, question...  Mr. Cob...  I mean Colton, I am sure many of your fans would like to know why you threw away your chance for the RoC World Championship two weeks ago.  A lot of people are saying that the match was yours and that getting smeared with a little vomit is just a small price to pay for a chance to win the belt."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "A small price to pay?  Julia, you should understand that there is a line that I will not cross.  Most of these fans would say that it's a small price to pay but if they were in my shoes, more than half of them will probably do what I did.  If any wrestler wants to demean themselves by coating their body in Chiyonosake's puke then be my guest but I won't do that."

The young Latina nods and proceeds to her next question.

Julia Rodriguez:  "But what of those who say that your walking out is an insult to the fans?"

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "The match itself if you can call it that was already a farce, my opponent was a drunk that couldn't even walk straight let alone throw a straight punch.  If there is someone that night who was an insult to the fans it's Chiyonosake.  His inebriation is not only an insult to the fans but to the whole sport of wrestling.  Seriously, I would rather face Christy Chase, if not for her injury, she would have probably given us a better performance."

Julia Rodriguez can't help but agree with C4's comment as she moves on to the next question.

Julia Rodriguez:  "So what are your plans now that you are out of the title running?  After walking out like that, it's unlikely management will give you another title shot soon."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "If management won't give me another shot at the title then I will create that opportunity myself Julia.  If I need to leave a wake of broken bodies to get that title shot then I that I shall do.  I am Colton Charles Cai Cobb, nothing is impossible for me, and the belt around my waist is only an inevitability."

With that The Charismatic Crippler takes his leave and walks away.  Julia Rodriguez turns back to the camera and closes the interview segment.

Julia Rodriguez:  "You heard it here first folks, love him or hate him, do not write Colton Charles Cai Cobb off yet."

The scene ends and slowly fades to black.






Sitting in the back of a taxi cab are Brad and Xavier Blood.  While Xavier admires himself with a hand mirror, Brad looks at his son with pride.  Despite seeing such a handsome man looking back at himself, Xavier looks a bit upset.

Xavier Blood: "It's so hard being gorgeous.  People just don't realize how hard it is being this handsome.  I mean, for everyone else, they get to look at us with awe.  They stop and stare at our beautiful forms, but they don't realize that we have to stomach their disgusting presence.  We have to put up with those hideous, deformed, abominations following us around everywhere!  I can't even admire myself in a mirror in public because those ugly losers are always in my view.  Being a deity is just so much work!"

Brad Blood: "I know son, I know.  And it's all taken for granted too.  I've spent years working alongside that disgusting Jim Jackson, all the while offering him a masterpiece to look at.  Has he ever thanked me?  Not once.  He just expects my glorious figure to be with him at nearly all times, just as he would expect the sun to rise!"


Xavier Blood: "It's despicable, truly despicable.  I mean really, the sun simply can't compare to your radiance."

Brad Blood nods his agreement.

Xavier Blood: "We should be revered the world over, not stalked by these creatures.  They are so creepy, and yet they never thank us.  They worship us with their eyes, true, but they never actually say "thank you for being gorgeous Mr. Blood".  It's ridiculous!  But I guess no one stops praying to say "Thank you God".

Looking up from his mirror for a moment.  Seeing the taxi cab driver's eyes on the rear-view mirror, a look of horror and anger crosses Xavier's face.

Xavier Blood: "Keep your eyes on the road!  You don't want to get into an accident and deprive the world of their saviors do you!  That would be more evil than anything that Hitler guy ever did."

The taxi cab driver rolls his eyes before looking back at the road.

Xavier Blood: "God, not only are these people ugly, but they are stupid too."


Brad Blood: "You'll get used to it son, being a deity is never easy.  It's a life of sacrifice for the good of people far inferior to you."

The taxi slowly comes to a stop.  The two men quickly open the door and get out of the cab as the driver's window rolls down.

Taxi Driver: "The meter says $23.50.  Pay up."

Xavier looks aghast.

Xavier Blood: "You had the honor of driving the Bloods!  The honor of driving true deities!  The honor of looking at our handsome faces and realizing that you actually did something to help us!  That alone should be payment enough!"

Taxi Driver: "The meter says $23.50.  Pay up."

Xavier Blood: "I can't believe this!  All of the selfless work that we do for you ugly barbarians and this is how you repay us!  You should be grateful!  You should be grateful that we even sat in your ugly presence!"

Taxi Driver: "The meter says $23.50.  Pay up."

With a defeated sigh, Xavier Blood hands the driver the money.  Looks really can't buy you everything when you are dealing with ugly people.






VS

Jim Jackson: "And here we go with another bout in our RoC Championship Grand Prix!  Berry Sawyer, who advanced with a wild win over Yuki Monotomo, takes on Chiyonosake who was...handed a win by Colton Charles Cai Cobb."

Brad Blood: "Yeah, but Chiyonosake isn't drunk here tonight! ...or at least I hope he isn't."

Jim Jackson: "He looks much more sober this time around then he did against C4.  I have a feeling that these two big men are going to have a violent encounter here in this tournament match."

Brad Blood: "The more violent the better!  Get your popcorn, 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 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 320 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... The Human Wrecking ball, CHIYONOSAKE!"

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

Alice Aoi: "And his opponent for tonight, standing in at 6 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 280 pounds, hailing from Spartanburg, South Carolina... BERRY SAWYER!"

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

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


DING!

Jim Jackson: "The bell barely sounds before Sawyer dives into Chiyonosake, taking him down to the mat and raining fists down onto him!  The two men exchange a few fists as the referee attempts to get them apart!"

Brad Blood: "Those two are rolling around on the mat beating the crap outta one another!  This is great!  Let them go, ref!"

Jim Jackson: "The referee is now warning a disqualification for these two.  The two men reluctantly back off, adhering to the referee's wishes... but it only lasts as a moment before Sawyer hits Chiyonosake with a sucker punch!  Chiyonosake drives Sawyer into the corner and begins pounding away, forcing the referee to again intervene!"

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

Brad Blood: "Chiyonosake sets back just before the count of five, but Sawyer takes advantage of this opportunity to jab him in the eyes before pulling him into the corner and giving him a taste of his own medicine with a series of punches!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Berry backs off at the count of four.  Sawyer is looking very confident here, but he wastes too much time and allows Chiyonosake to charge out of the corner and deck him with a big clothesline!  Sawyer gets back to his feet only to be decked by another clothesline."

Brad Blood: "Chiyonosake lifts Sawyer up for a suplex, but Sawyer lands behind him before pulling him to the mat with a neckbreaker!  Sawyer tries to follow up, but Chiyonosake fights back with a series of right hands."

Jim Jackson: "Chiyonosake whips Sawyer into the ropes before sending him into the air with a big back body drop.  Belly-to-belly suplex from Chiyonosake!  Chiyonosake follows that up with a big elbow drop before hooking the leg for the cover."

Jack B. Nimble: "One..."

Brad Blood: "Only a one count as Sawyer powers out!  Hard kick to the back followed up by an elbow to the top of Sawyer's head!  Chiyonosake goes into the rear chinlock here, but Sawyer manages to slip free."

Jim Jackson: "Arm-drag from Sawyer into an armbar, but Chiyonosake uses his size and strength to get back to his feet before breaking free and going for a punch.  Sawyer ducks and pulls Chiyonosake to the mat with the reverse DDT!  A quick knee drop from Sawyer is followed up with a leg drop.  Sawyer hooks a leg here."

Jack B. Nimble: "One..."

Brad Blood: "But Sawyer only manages to get a one count.  Sawyer waits for Chiyonosake to get to his feet before going for that discus lariat, but Chiyonosake ducks it before lifting Sawyer onto his shoulders."

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer fights out of it with a few hard elbows before pushing Chiyonosake to the ropes.  As Chiyonosake turns around, Sawyer jumps at him and clotheslines him over the top rope!  Both men have spilled out to ringside!"

Brad Blood: "The two men are quick to get to their feet and begin exchanging punches.  Chiyonosake wins out, landing punch after punch on Sawyer who stumbles back as he tries to get away from the offense."

Jim Jackson: "But it was just a lure!  As Chiyonosake goes to give chase, Sawyer dropkicks the leg and sends Chiyonosake face-first into the steel steps!"

Brad Blood: "What a move!  And it doesn't look like Sawyer is done yet!"


Jim Jackson: "Sawyer bounces Chiyonosake's head off of the steel steps before sending him into the barricade with an irish whip!  As Chiyonosake bounces off of the barricade, Sawyer grabs him and runs him straight into the turnbuckle post!  I think Chiyonosake may be unconscious after that!"

Brad Blood: "I think you may be right, Jim!  He's completely limp!  Sawyer is trying to pick up the dead weight, but he's struggling!"

Jim Jackson: "Sawyer finally manages to get the unconscious Chiyonosake onto his shoulders before rolling him into the ring!  All he has to do is go for the cover and-"

Jack B. Nimble: "TEN!"

Brad Blood: "Wait!  The referee is signaling for the bell!  Sawyer didn't make it back into the ring in time!  He's been counted out!"


DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by countout and advancing the RoC World Championship Grand Prix Group B finals... CHIYONOSAKE!"

Jim Jackson: "Berry Sawyer can't believe it.  He's arguing with the referee over the count as he just lost the chance to compete in the finals of this tournament due to a countout."

Brad Blood: "It's easy to see why he's mad Jim, Chiyonosake is still dazed!  This match was as good as won for Sawyer!"

Jim Jackson: "Yes, but ultimately it is Sawyer's fault for not paying attention to the referee's count.  He has no one to blame for this but himself, and I think he realizes that."

Brad Blood: "He looks disappointed, Jim.  I'd be disappointed too if I just threw away the chance to become Ring of Chaos's first World Champion."



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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/28/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 27, 2014 3:27 pm



Hurriedly rushing for a toilet break, Brad Blood quickly weaves around the crew backstage hoping to release his bladder's contents which he has been holding in for quite a while now.  As he turns the corner, he sighs a breath of relief as the door to the toilet is just a few feet away yet fate is sometimes a cruel prankster.

BUMP!!!

Brad Blood:  "Oh bloody hell!  Why won't you watch where you are going you blind idio..."

Brad's voice trails off as he realized he has just bumped into the one man he probably wouldn't want to bump to this evening.  The looming and threatening form of Thaddeus Rex stood before him as he breaks out in cold sweat, from fear and from the strain in his bladder.  Cracking his knuckles Thaddeus Rex slowly advances as Brad Blood slowly steps backwards until his back is upon the wall and further retreat is no longer possible.

Brad Blood:  "Eep..."

Thaddeus Rex:  "Why don't you finish what you are saying."

Brad Blood starts shaking in fear as the menacing stare of Thaddeus Rex penetrates his very soul.

Brad Blood:  "Uh...  I-I s-said not-nothing...  Y-you m-misheard me Mr. R-Rex... Seriously...  I-I just w-want t-to get t-to the t-t-toilet!"

WHAM!

Thaddeus Rex's fist hits the wall right beside Brad's head making the color commentator wince.

Thaddeus Rex:  "So now you're implying I'm hearing things?  Is that it?  Are you calling me deaf after calling me blind?"

Thaddeus Rex snarls causing Brad to further shrink in terror.

Brad Blood:  "N-No Mr. Rex!  I-I w-w-wouldn't d-dream of implying a-anything!  I-I'm s-sorry!  I-it was m-my m-mistake!  P-please don't h-hurt me!  I-I just w-wanted to t-take a piss s-so badly, I-I didn't m-mean to run i-into you  or a-anything.   P-please forgive m-me!"

Brad Blood closes his eyes as he practically groveled for his life as Thaddeus Rex's breath is streaming down his face.

Thaddeus Rex:  "So now you're implying that running into me is unpleasant?  Am I unpleasant to you?  You are disrespecting me Brad...  Is it okay that I call you Brad?"

Still keeping his eyes and bladder closed Brad nods furiously.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Now, not only did you run in to me, instead of apologizing you called me blind, deaf and unpleasant.  Perhaps you would like to end up blind, dead and unpleasant...  I can arrange that.  I can beat you up until your eyes swell up and close, slap you around until your eardrums burst and leave you in an unpleasant state covered in your own blood....  Do you want that Brad?"

Brad Blood shakes his head and whimpers.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Now listen closely Brad and take in what I am going to say for I will not repeat this anymore, am I clear?"

Brad Blood is sniffling as he nods again.

Thaddeus Rex:  "I...  AM...  Just messing with you Brad."

Thaddeus Rex starts laughing hard and slaps Brad Blood on the shoulder.

Thaddeus Rex:  "You're lucky I am in a good mood today.  You should have seen your face."

Thaddeus Rex continues laughing again as Brad has this look that he couldn't comprehend what just happened.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Go take your piss..."

Still chuckling Thaddeus Rex walks away to Brad's relief...  Just then T-Rex stops and turns around, his face shows no sign of any amusement seen earlier.

Thaddeus Rex:  "I won't be messing around with your son later though...  I hope you have an ambulance ready for him Brad."

With that Thaddeus Rex walks away as Brad Blood realizes he doesn't need to go to the toilet anymore, instead he may need a new pair of pants.






Boy Bakla was strolling the halls of the RoC compound while talking on his...  Um her...  or its phone.  Bakla rolls its eyes as it spoke loudly.

Boy Bakla:  "Listen here TMOM dear, you and Wang need that boot camp.  Stop complaining, I'll prepare a big feast for both of you when you both finish that course."

Bakla continues down the hall as it listens to The Morbidly Obese Man complain on the other line.

Boy Bakla:  "Of course it's difficult dearie, it would defeat the purpose of the boot camp if it was easy.  Now stop grumbling and start training...  Put Wang on...  I said put Wang on!"

Bakla sighs heavily as it waits for The Morbidly Obese Man to pass the phone to Little Wang.

Boy Bakla:  "Wang honey, please please please make sure our big friend finishes that boot camp.  It's for the good of your tag team...  Oh!  You understand?  Thank you Wang hun, I knew I can count on you.  Good luck!  I hope the next time I see you guys in the ring, it will be celebrating a win okay?  Ciao."

Bakla ends the call and whistles a lively tune as it continue down the hall and the scene fades to black.






VS

Jim Jackson: "And now we reach the final match for the RoC World Championship Grand Prix where Thaddeus Rex shall be taking on..."

Brad Blood: "The greatest wrestler of all time, my son...  XAVIER BLOOD!   That's right, my boy Xavier shall take revenge on that thug for the indignity I suffered earlier on tonight..."

Jim Jackson: "Wasn't he only pulling your leg?  You're the one couldn't take a joke and soiled yourself..."

Brad Blood: "Shut up shut up SHUT UP!  Just shut up and watch my son kill that mofo!"

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall and it is a RoC Championship Grand Prix elimination match! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York... T-Rex, THADDEUS REX!"

"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers as Thaddeus Rex wearing a hooded robe steps through the smoke and stops at the top of the entrance ramp.  He shrugs off his hood as the crowd starts to pelt him with loud boos, proof of the legacy and notoriety that he has amassed through the years.  Ignoring the negative reaction from the crowd, he makes his way to the ring and leaps to the apron.  He lets out a loud roar which silences his detractors before he enters the ring and heads to his corner to wait for the match to begin.

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

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell!  Right off the bat Xavier Blood eats Thaddeus Rex's right fist!  Blood gets back up...  He almost gets decapitated by a stiff clothesline!  So your son is going to do what again?"

Brad Blood: "Shut up Jim!  My boy is just waiting for the right moment to strike, he's biding his time, lulling Thaddeus into a false sense of security then... BAM!  Game over!"

Jim Jackson: "Yes, he's doing a good job at it too getting pummeled in the corner...  Thaddeus Rex continues to land punches upon punches on Xavier Blood.  Blood can only cover himself up...   Irish whip by T-Rex sends Xavier Blood slamming to the opposite corner...  Big body avalanche connects!  Xavier Blood flops down twitching on the canvas."

Brad Blood: "What?  I have confidence in my boy.  It's all part of his strategy Jim."

Jim Jackson: "OH!  Huge powerbomb by Thaddeus Rex.  Xavier Blood is not moving at all...  T-Rex for the cover..."

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two...

Jim Jackson: "Xavier Blood somehow manages to get his foot on the bottom rope.   Thaddeus Rex picks Xavier Blood up and hoists him over his shoulders...  He's...   He's walking this way!   Thaddeus Rex is staring right at Brad and smiling while making Xavier Blood scream like a girl with a torture rack!"

Brad Blood: "YOU SONNUVABITCH!  HOW DARE YOU MAKE MY BOY SCREAM!"

Jim Jackson: "Like a girl."

Brad Blood: "LIKE A GIR...  SCREW YOU JIM!"

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex releases his hold on Xavier Blood and drops him on his head!  T-Rex stomps away at Blood's head!  If this goes on Thaddeus Rex may stomp what little intelligence left inside of that head to oblivion!  Xavier Blood is helpless against Thaddeus Rex's onslaught."

Brad Blood: "You shut it Jim!  My boy still has his secret weapon up his sleeve!"

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by Thaddeus Rex sends Xavier Blood to the ropes...  Discus clothesline sends Blood flipping in the air and crashing into the canvas!"

Brad Blood: "I'll be right back Jim..."

Jim Jackson: "Brad Blood has hopped onto the ring apron!  He's distracting T-Rex!  Xavier comes in from behind and rolls T-Rex into a tight cover... he has the tights!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "Xavier just stole this match with the help of my broadcast partner Brad Blood!  T-Rex looks livid!  Brad quickly grabs his son and the two scramble up the ramp to make their exit before T-Rex can get his hands on them!  I don't believe it, Xavier Blood actually manages to advance into the semi-finals, but in doing so, he and my partner Brad now has a big target on their back!  Wait!  My partner Brad Blood just stopped short of exiting through the tunnel."

Brad Blood: "IN YOUR FACE T-REX!  IN YOUR FACE!  BWAHAHAHAHAHA-~* NGORK!"

Jim Jackson: "Wake up Brad!  It's almost time for the match to begin."

Brad Blood: "Wha whu?"

Jim Jackson: "Your son's match!  It's about to begin, seriously Brad, you've been pimping about it all night and you fall asleep when it's time for the match."

Brad Blood: "Y-you mean it's all just a dream?  Xavier didn't win yet?"

Jim Jackson: "What the hell are you talking about, Alice is just about to introduce the wrestlers."


Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall and it is a RoC Championship Grand Prix elimination match! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York... T-Rex, THADDEUS REX!"

"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers as Thaddeus Rex wearing a hooded robe steps through the smoke and stops at the top of the entrance ramp.  He shrugs off his hood as the crowd starts to pelt him with loud boos, proof of the legacy and notoriety that he has amassed through the years.  Ignoring the negative reaction from the crowd, he makes his way to the ring and leaps to the apron.  He lets out a loud roar which silences his detractors before he enters the ring and heads to his corner to wait for the match to begin.

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

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell!  Right off the bat Xavier Blood eats Thaddeus Rex's right fist!  Blood gets back up...  He almost gets decapitated by a stiff clothesline!  So your son is going to do what again?"

Brad Blood: "Shut up Jim!  My boy is just waiting for the right moment to strike, he's biding his time, lulling Thaddeus into a false sense of security then... BAM!  Game over!"

Jim Jackson: "Yes, he's doing a good job at it too getting pummeled in the corner...  Thaddeus Rex continues to land punches upon punches on Xavier Blood.  Blood can only cover himself up...   Irish whip by T-Rex sends Xavier Blood slamming to the opposite corner...  Big body avalanche connects!  Xavier Blood flops down twitching on the canvas."

Brad Blood: "What?  I have confidence in my boy.  It's all part of his strategy Jim."

Jim Jackson: "OH!  Huge powerbomb by Thaddeus Rex.  Xavier Blood is not moving at all...  T-Rex for the cover..."

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two...

Jim Jackson: "Xavier Blood somehow manages to get his foot on the bottom rope.   Thaddeus Rex picks Xavier Blood up and hoists him over his shoulders...  He's...   He's walking this way!   Thaddeus Rex is staring right at Brad and smiling while making Xavier Blood scream like a girl with a torture rack!"

Brad Blood: "YOU SONNUVABITCH!  HOW DARE YOU MAKE MY BOY SCREAM!"

Jim Jackson: "Like a girl."

Brad Blood: "LIKE A GIR...  SCREW YOU JIM!"

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex releases his hold on Xavier Blood and drops him on his head!  T-Rex stomps away at Blood's head!  If this goes on Thaddeus Rex may stomp what little intelligence left inside of that head to oblivion!  Xavier Blood is helpless against Thaddeus Rex's onslaught."

Brad Blood: "You shut it Jim!  My boy still has his secret weapon up his sleeve!"

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by Thaddeus Rex sends Xavier Blood to the ropes...  Discus clothesline sends Blood flipping in the air and crashing into the canvas!"

Brad Blood: "Déjà vu..."

Jim Jackson: "What?"

Brad Blood: "Déjà vu!  I've seen this all before Jim!  Oh my god!  I know what's gonna happen next!  I'll be right back Jim..."

Jim Jackson: "Brad Blood has hopped onto the ring apron!  He's distracting T-Rex!  Xavier comes in from behind and rolls T-Rex into a tight cover... he has the tights!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson: "Despite using his um...  Secret weapon, Xavier Blood fails to get the three count as Thaddeus Rex powers out of the roll-up attempt.!  My partner Brad Blood looks stunned as his plan falls apart!  T-Rex grabs Xavier Blood and picks him up...  HE THROWS THE FLAILING XAVIER BLOOD INTO HIS OWN FATHER KNOCKING BRAD BLOOD OFF THE RING APRON!  BRAD FALLS HEAD FIRST INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!  I think he may have suffered a concussion!  Brad!  Brad!  Are you still alive?!"

Brad Blood: "GROAN~*"

Jim Jackson: "Oh, he's still alive...  I guess he'll be fine.  Xavier Blood groggily gets back up to his feet...  Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him to the ground.  He then mounts his opponent and proceeds to hammer down with both fists until his opponent is beaten to unconsciousness executing an extremely violent Rampage.  Thaddeus Rex hits his finisher!  It's over!  T-Rex 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... T-Rex, THADDEUS REX!"

Jim Jackson: "Well it looks like the inevitable happened.  I can't say I'm surprised at how this match ended.  Right Brad?  Sorry about your son..."

Brad Blood: "GROAN~*"






"Joker and the Thief" by Wolfmother blasts throughout the arena as Andrew Hunter and Alexander Melchiott emerge from the backstage.  The two men struggle to hold an extremely large ladder in-between them as they slowly make their way down to the ring.

Jim Jackson: "I think we've seen that ladder before... isn't that Upward-Step Model 52m3?"

Brad Blood: "It is!  Seriously, how much air time is that obnoxious ladder going to get tonight?"


Upon arriving at ringside, the two men slide the giant ladder into the ring before climbing in after it.  They quickly set Upward-Step Model 52m3 up before Alexander signals for a microphone.  Leaving his partner to steady the ladder from the ground, Melchiott climbs up before sitting across the top.

Alexander Melchiott: "Don't worry folks, it won't be this easy in our match here tonight.  I have to say, if I believed in fate, I would think that you would be looking at your future champions.  When my partner and I arrived at our locker room today, this giant ladder was waiting there for us.  And wouldn't you know it, we have a ladder match here tonight!  It's a pretty unique coincidence if I do say so myself."

Alexander Melchiott: "But in all seriousness, tonight is going to be a huge night.  It doesn't get much better for you fans than the high-risk, high-reward Ladder match.  Unfortunately for our opponents, a high-risk, high-reward scenario is just what Team Symphony wants!  Andrew Hunter, the Gambler, is used to having to risk it all in order to win big.  And then you have me, one of the best wrestlers in the world.  I am no stranger to this type of match or to championship gold.  Luck, Skill, Speed, and Teamwork are what brings victory in a tag team ladder match.  When you think of luck, who better than a former gambler?  When you think of skill, who better than one of the greatest wrestlers of this generation?  And when you think of teamwork, you had better be thinking of Team Symphony!  This match is ours to win, and that's why I don't think I'm boasting when I say that you're looking at your inaugural Ring of Chaos Tag Team Champions of the World!"


Andrew waves to his partner, to which Alexander responds by lobbing his microphone toward Hunter.

Andrew Hunter: "And just in case you need a second opinion, I don't rightly think he's boasting either. Last time I checked the odds were about ten-to-one in our favor."

Hunter glances to his partner and winks. Melchiott slides to a side of the ladder and Hunter takes a running start toward the ladder and jumps up, landing on the other side of the ladder. Team Symphony link arms, stabilizing the ladder before it can tip from the force. The crowd lets out a loud pop from the show of athleticism.

Andrew Hunter: "Heyo! Well, with the night set to end with gold around our waists, I may as well tell you all a secret about how to be a great -not good, GREAT- gambler. Never, never-ever-ever. Never. Make a bet that you won't win. In this case, that's a very easy thing to do. Because when faced with a decision between two clowns in masks who seem more suited for stand-up comedy than wrestling and Team Symphony; a team of myself, The Gambler, and this amazingly badass former and future champion..."

Andrew gestures towards himself and his partner, earning lound cheers from the crowd.

Andrew Hunter: "... The odds will favor us, every time. Every. Single. Time. Not only will we win tonight; we will also create a beautiful symphony of incredible skill, unmatched showmanship..."

To which Team Symphony punctuates by both kicking off of the ladder and landing with forward rolls.

Andrew Hunter: "And utter, complete, and supreme CHAOS!"

Hunter and Melchiott strike a pose together, the camera getting a perfect angle of badassery with a wobbling ladder in the background... Which tips over, kinda ruining the moment.


???: "Team Symphony... The name would imply something beautiful happening in the ring, however, I know much better now."

A murmur of confusion washes over the crowd before Crusade steps through the curtain with a microphone in his hand, ushering a loud ring of booing and jeers from the fans.

Crusade: "That ladder tells more truths than you would think, fine people. Standing high before falling into nothingness. That is what this so called symphony will become, a footnote in the path of the Church! In fact, if you two can even get past the roller coaster of love tonight, I think the Church might have to be the ones who usher in that fall. Perhaps not tonight, perhaps not even on the next two shows, but eventually all symphonies must come to an end."

Crusade begins to walk down towards the ring, drawing more jeers with higher volume from the audience.

Crusade: "Sure, your team may have defeated The Daring One and I, but that does not mean you have what it takes to truly end this crusade if you will. You see, while some in this company come out here to preach the ways of their religion, I simply come to tell you that I will be taking over. This Church is not here to convert you, it's simply here to destroy you, and anyone else foolish enough to get in the way of our quest! Not only will your symphony fall into chaos tonight, it will end with your bodies falling, your bones breaking! Hell, perhaps I should get in the ring and do it myself!"

Crusade steps up onto the ring apron with a wild look in his eyes, before smirking and stepping down, causing the boos to become almost deafening as Crusade begins to speak again while he walks back to the top of the ramp.

Crusade: "Ha! You should have seen the look on your faces! Perhaps you idiots will get to see round two another time, for now however I will leave you all with this warning. If The Church is not given the first shot at the titles, there will be hell to pay, maybe that hell will begin with the destruction of the winning team of tonight's festivities hmm? Think it over Lee Morrison, because I am not known for my patience!"


Crusade smirks and continues to stand at the top of the ramp, as if waiting for an answer from someone.

Andrew Hunter: "Hey! *whistle* No walking away; you just got here!"

With a rather intense look in his eyes, Andrew leans one his arms against the ropes closest to the ramp looking right at Crusade.

Andrew Hunter: "I'm not sure if you noticed, but we already beat you... And now you want to be given shots at the tag team championships? It doesn't work that way, guy! Trust me, I-I've tried that..."

Most of Andrew's enthusiasm peter out, leaving a sheepish look on his face. Though that quickly dissolves, leaving the poker face that he probably stayed up far too many nights practicing in the mirror.

Andrew Hunter: "Your record is zero wins and exactly 1 loss in this company. And I get that there's only four tag teams that are..."

The crowd goes ballistic suddenly, apparently none too happy with Andrew forgetting the odd cat men who were so gracious as to provide the ladder in the ring. Even the ladder indicates its disdain through the overall fact that it got set back up at some point in this conversation. Andrew breaks his poker face to grin.

Andrew Hunter: "Pardon me. Five, five presently established tag teams, but that's still enough for... for... variety! We can't just keep on fighting you and The Daring One week in and week out until you guys win, because that would go on for a very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, ve-he-he-he-he-HERY long time...

After an indication from Melchiott to get to the point, Andrew chuckles briefly before turning back to Crusade.

Andrew Hunter: "Look, the point is that you have to PROVE that you deserve this... And yeah, I know that we don't technically have to belts yet, but when we do -when, not if- I only want to face the most qualified team there is to face. And right now, I don't feel like that's you."


"Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing on the loud speakers and Lee Morrison, dressed in a three piece Calvin Klein suit, steps out from the entrance tunnel and stands next to Crusade. He raises a microphone to his lips before speaking.

Lee Morrison: "Thank you Andrew, for answering for me completely out of turn. Now, I understand that this was your moment, but that's no reason to be rude to me, now is it?

Andrew chuckles slightly, though after a second he becomes aware that Morrison wasn't joking and shakes his head. Apparently satisfied, Morrison turns to Crusade.

Lee Morrison: "Now Crusade, Andrew Hunter actually did make a couple of good points. You have already lost your chance at the titles in the tournament. And for that reason, I've chosen not to make you the new number one contender, regardless of the outcome of tonight's match..."

Morrison lets the statement sink in for a second before continuing.

Lee Morrison: "... Instead, next week you will be facing the other losing team of this tournament; Little Boy and Fat Man. If you truly want these titles, you can prove yourself then. I hope you both find this more than fair."

Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing again, and Lee Morrison makes his way back through the entrance tunnel.


Crusade surprisingly smiles after everything that was said before raising the microphone to his lips one more time.

Crusade: "That's just fine by me, if you really want to see those Freakshow wanna be's destroyed in the middle of the ring by the Church? So be it, it won't be difficult. I will promise you one thing Hunter, IF you manage to climb that ladder tonight to take the those titles like you think you will, it won't be long until we get to test your theory on just how long it will take for the Church to throw you down from the top."

Crusade turns to leave the ring area before turning back slightly.

Crusade: "I'll give you a little hint, you two will never pin either The Daring One or I ever again, bank on it!"

Crusade throws the mic down before finally leaving.


Through the overall confusedness of it's frame, Upward-Step Model 52m3 indicates that it wonders if that means that The Church intends to submit in the future, rather than be pinned. The crowd, picking up on the meaning of its confused frame immediately, begin laughing raucously.





The scene starts with Solomon Jake strutting his way into the GM's office, once he reached to the office door, he knocks on the door a few times before entering.  As he steps into the office and he sees the General Manager, producing a grin on his face.

Solomon Jake: "GM Lee Morrison, you look good today, now I know that you're a very busy man so I would like to cut down to the chase. First, I would like to thank you for signing my client Mighty Odin into the company and I assure you that you will never regret signing him into the company. Second, after my client, Mighty Odin makes a statement during his debut match against whoever you have put him up with, he would like to have a shot against whoever that is going to win the ROC title in the Grand Prix. What do you think about that?"

Solomon Jake gives out a smile in his face as he waits for Lee Morrison to respond.


Lee Morrison stops whatever he was doing and replies to Solomon Jake.

Lee Morrison:  "Well Mr. Jake, now I do recognize good talent when I see it and I do see potential in your client Mighty Odin.  But it would definitely take more than one match for him to prove that he's championship material."

Lee Morrison leans back on his seat before continuing.

Lee Morrison:  "Now I shall continue to book your client in matches, if he wins his matches then I wouldn't hesitate to give your client a title match.  You can see that I am a fair man Mr. Jake so your client will surely get his due.  Now is that acceptable for you?"

The general manager of RoC waits for Solomon Jake to reply.


Solomon Jake adjusted himself before answering Lee Morrison question.

Solomon Jake: "Well I could be patient about it but I can't speak for my client though. We may be late in signing up with you guys but that's a postal problem, and I tell you, those involve in the Grand Prix are lucky that happened, because if the contract got here earlier, consider them doomed by my client Mighty Odin."

Solomon Jake gives out a small cough to adjust his tone before he continues to speak.

Solomon Jake: "Regardless we're here anyway and since were talking about the upcoming debut of my client, he is ready to take on anyone in the roster and every man that has fall under his hands, he will make a statement he will keep doing it until he receive the title match.  It doesn't matter if he has to one man, two men or any amount of men at the same time, as long as he is not named the number one contender, he will make sure his victim will leave in a stretcher. Do you understand that Mr. GM?"

He waits for the general manager to reply.


???: "All due respect, as I'm very much sure much is due... You have no business speaking like that.

Appearing in the open door frame, a sharp dressed man saunters in. He spares Morrison a nod before turning is attention back toward Solomon Jake.

???: "I mean, it's all bloody right and good to be promoting your wrestler. Assuming... you are a manager, correct? But to go as far as to state what your wrestler will do to people? You're barmy in the head, mate. Although..."

The well dressed man turns toward Morrison and presents him with a bundle of papers; leaning his arms against the GM's desk in the process.

Lokii Weaver: "'Ello 'ello! Lokii Weaver aka The Magus: millionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and greatest sorcerer ever to walk the earth; much this the beastly unpleasant lands of Whitchurch. I have your contract; it's signed and ready. Since I'm rarely cheeky enough to straight out ask for a title opportunity, I think I'd prefer something different... Consider it my first request; no worries, it's a hell of a doddle."

Weaver stands up straight and, with a theatric flourish, gestures toward Solomon Jake.

Lokii Weaver: "I want to face Mighty Odin. Hell, from the sounds of it, Mighty Odin wants someone to face. We're perfect for each other; and from the sounds of it, this guy is right cracking to see. And if he's not... Well, no harm in ME being the one to prove he's a proper duffer, now is there?"

Lokii Weaver seems to stand a little straighter, and straightens out his incredibly fancy suit while awaiting a response.


Solomon Jake: "Well that proposition will make my client happy because he can destroy you and wipe off that smirk of yours while at it. Well if you excuse me, I have to bring this news to my client and a masseuses waiting dying to give me a "happy ending"."

He gives out a laugh as he make his way out of the office.


Weaver: "Hmm... A 'happy ending' doesn't sound like a half bad idea. Morrison."

With a flourish in his step, Weaver walks out of the office himself.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/28/2014

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Sat Sep 27, 2014 3:28 pm





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Jim Jackson:  "And we've reached the main event for tonight...  The event everyone has been waiting for...  THE BATTLE FOR THE ROC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!  That's right, Team Symphony shall duke it out with Roller Coaster of Love in a ladder match too!  The first team that grabs those belts down from 15 feet up in the air shall be our new tag team champions!"

Brad Blood:  "Uhhh...  My head..."

Jim Jackson:  "It seems that my partner here is still suffering from the concussion he recieved earlier from the hands of Thaddeus Rex.  Are you sure you don't want to sit this one out Brad?"

Brad Blood:  "Who are you again?  Where am I?"

Jim Jackson:  "Right, let's just get on with the match while my partner here gets his bearings..."

Alice Aoi: ""The following match is a tag team ladder match and it is for the RoC Tag Team Championship! 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, their opponents, with the combined weight of 418 pounds, the team of El Loco and Felipo Shido...  ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell, all four men circle each other cautiously inside the ring.  Ladders are littered not only inside but outside the ring including Upward-Step Model 52m3.  Alexander Melchiott gets first strike as he hits some vicious leg kicks to El Loco!  Andrew Hunter proceeds to exchange blows with Felipe Shido.  The Gambler stuns Shido with a big uppercut.  Off the top rope...  Flying elbow from Andrew Hunter sends Shido down!  Double team on El Loco...  Double clothesline takes the masked wrestler down!   Alexander Melchiott dives off the middle of the ladder with a clothesline almost takes El Loco's head off!"

Brad Blood:  "Whu... Look at those purdy lights up in the ceiling...  Such purdy purdy lights~*"

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido with a slingshot crossbody takes Alexander Melchiott down!  Hunter charges towards Shido...  Shido takes The Gambler down with an arm drag.  Flying elbow from El Loco off the top rope...  Right into Hunter's chest!   Alexander Melchiott gets back up to his feet...  Rollercoaster of Love whip Hotspur into the ropes and hit a double back body drop."

Brad Blood:  "Oh look!  There are half-nekkid men in the ring...  I wanna join in too!"

Jim Jackson:  "Good lord Brad!  Sit yourself down and stop removing your pants!  Someone get a medic in here and escort my partner to the clinic..."

Brad Blood:  "NO!  YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!  NEVAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!"

Jim Jackson:  "Brad!  Come back here and put on your pants!"

Brad Blood:  "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "I apologize for the half-naked streaking man...  Ah finally security has come out to take care of my partner.  Now back to the match...  A double clothesline from Roller Coaster of Love just sent Melchiott over the top rope and into the outside!  Andrew Hunter grabs a ladder and tries to use it to take Roller Coaster of Love down but they counter with a double dropkick sending the ladder back into Hunter's chest!  Felipe Shido sets the ladder up...   He's climbing up...  Hotspur leaps from the apron...  Springboard dropkick tips the ladder over!  Shido somehow lands on his feet!  Hurricanrana by El Loco sends Melchiott to the ladder!  Double suplex by Roller Coaster of Love sends Melchiott over the ropes and crashing outside!  Here's comes Andrew Hunter and...  Good lord!  Brad Blood just ran into the ring!  He escaped from security and is now inside the ring!"

Brad Blood:  "IT'S TIME TO PARTY BABY!  WOO!"

Jim Jackson:  "Security rush into the ring and tackle Brad Blood dragging him back out, never mind he already suffered a concussion!"

Brad Blood:  "VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN!  VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN!"

Jim Jackson:  "Now the match resumes...  Andrew Hunter takes down Felipe Shido with an Enzuigiri.  El Loco charges in but Hunter ducks under a clothesline attempt.  Dropkick sends El Loco over the top rope!  The Gambler sets a ladder up...  He doesn't notice El Loco has hung on to the top rope and has landed safely on the ring apron...  Hunter climbs up the ladder.  Springboard by El Loco lands him on the ladder next to Andrew Hunter.  Both wrestlers start exchanging blows...  El Loco stuns Hunter with a hard right!  Super frankensteiner on The Gambler from the top of the ladder!  Dropkick into the ladder by Shido, sending it into The Gambler.  El Loco goes to the top turnbuckle..."

Brad Blood:  "I'M A LEAF IN THE WIND!  WATCH HOW I SOAR!"

Jim Jackson:  "Good grief!  Brad Blood has run into ringside again!  Someone strap that guy down on a bed!  He shouldn't be even up on his feet in that condition!  Alexander Melchiott staggers back to his feet...  BRAD BLOOD JUST RAN INTO MELCHIOTT!  Both men are down!"

Brad Blood:  "Errr...  Did anyone see the license plate of that truck~?"

Jim Jackson:  "Medics enter ringside and strap Brad Blood down on a gurney before pushing him out.  Now that the distraction is over...  El Loco from the top turnbuckle...  El Loco misses a big legdrop on Hunter!  Shido charges at Hunter who ducks under the clothesline attempt Shido fails to put on the brakes hits the turnbuckles hard.  The Gambler crushes Shido with a running senton.  El Loco whips Hunter around...  Hunter ducks down just as Alexander Melchiott knocks El Loco on the head with Upward-Step Model 52m3!"

Boy Bakla:  "Good evening Jim, mind if I join you?  I heard you are encountering some problems with your partner."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla!  Ladies and gentlemen, Boy Bakla has just joined me here in the announce table!  You're very welcomed to join me here."

Boy Bakla:  "Thank you Jim and I'm glad to be here...  Hopefully I will do a good job taking over Brad's spot."

Jim Jackson:  "Oh, I'm sure you'll do better.  Oh!  Alexander Melchiott charges toward Felipe Shido and drives a shoulder into Felipe Shido's midsection!  It's the Moonlight Slice!  Melchiott sets the Upward-Step Model 52m3 up...  Andrew Hunter begins his climb...  El Loco with a dropkick sends Melchiott barreling into the ladder knocking it and Andrew Hunter down!  Neckbreaker on Melchiott!  El Loco is on a roll!  He goes to the top turnbuckle...  SHOOTING STAR PRESS FLATTENS THE GAMBLER!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh dear, El Loco just cleared the ring!  He sets up Upward-Step Model 52m3...  He better hurry his cute little ass if he wants those belts.  If he stalls too long, someone may recover and he'll be placed in a precarious position...  El Loco starts climbing up the ladder.   And oh dear...  This is what I'm afraid of..."

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott has recovered and just springboarded from the top rope unto the ladder just above El Loco!  A couple of hard shots to the back stops El Loco from advancing further.  Alexander Melchiott lifts El Loco onto his shoulders before throwing El Loco’s legs back and falling to the mat, driving El Loco’s face into the mat.  Moonlight Drive from the ladder!  El Loco is barely moving!  Melchiott turns around...  Felipe Shido is there and kicks him in the gut making him bend over!  Felipe Shido jumps and brings one leg over Alexander Melchiott's head and uses his weight to drive him into the ground!  Fame Asser!"

Boy Bakla:  "And now it's Felipe who set up a ladder...  Felipe moves his round bottom up the ladder...  Oh!  Andrew is stirring...  Andrew chases after Felipe!  He grabs on to Felipe's leg!  Now Felipe is trying to shake Andrew off!  Andrew hangs on for dear life clamping on that leg!  Looks like El Loco is also stirring.  This may be bad news for Andrew if both member of Roller Coaster of Love gang up on him..."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco is trying to pull Andrew Hunter off of his partner but Hunter clings on to Felipe Shido!  El Loco with hard elbows to The Gambler's midsection but Hunter weather's the beating and hangs on.  And Alexander Melchiott to the rescue!  Melchiott spins El Loco and whips him to the ropes!  El Loco bounces back...  Melchiott with a back body drop sends El Loco flying!  Hunter leaps out of the way in the last second and El Loco crashes into his partner and the ladder knocking them both down!"

Boy Bakla:  "Beautiful coordination from Team Symphony.  That is what an experienced tag team is capable of, they can sense each others' intent without any verbal communication."

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido stirs...  Andrew Hunter leaps over the top rope and lands on the ring apron. He gets ready as his stunned opponent slowly gets back to his feet.  Felipe Shido gets up, turns around.... And Hunter leaps, connecting with a twisting springboard tornado DDT executing an amazing Final Gambit!!  Shido is down and out!  Alexander Melchiott and Andrew Hunter set the ladder up and climb it, somehow El Loco with a springboard crossbody sacrifices his body knocks the ladder off balance!  Hunter is down!  Flying shoulder tackle by El Loco sends Hotspur to the mat."

Boy Bakla:  "El Loco really sacrificed his own body to make sure that Team Symphony won't get those belts.  I've been in brutal ladder matches in my career and I can say that even if you do not feel the pain now because of the adrenaline, when you wake up tomorrow, you'd be lucky if you can walk to the bathroom to take a piss."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco sets up the ladder.  He starts climbing...  He notices Andrew Hunter stirring...  Back heel kick off the ladder, The Gambler goes down.  Felipe Shido is up, he signals for El Loco to come over...  Rollercoaster of Love whip Alexander Melchiott into the ropes and hit a double back elbow.  They aren't done...  Shido wedges a ladder in the corner...   Irish whip by El Loco sends Hotspur into the ladder.  El Loco works on Melchiott while Shido sets up the ladder."

Boy Bakla:  "Looks like Roller Coaster of Love is ganging up on Alexander now...  A sound strategy.  They perceive that Alexander is the bigger threat of the two, if they neutralize him first, they should have an easier time handling Andrew Hunter."

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott ducks a wild right hand.  He counters with a hard back suplex on El Loco.  Felipe Shido charges in but walks into a face crusher!  Andrew Hunter whistles from the ladder!  Melchiott quickly makes himself scarce...  Frogsplash from the second highest rung of the ladder!  The Gambler just flattened Felipe Shido!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh dear...  Wouldn't it be more prudent if he just took down the belts?  He was almost there!  Well, Andrew probably got carried away with the flow of the action...  Still it's a wasted opportunity.  The match could have been over."

Jim Jackson:  "The match continues...  Alexander Melchiott has Felipe Shido down on the canvas.  Alexander Melchiott crosses the arms of Felipe Shido before swinging his legs over the crossed arms while falling onto his back.  Forming an "X" shape with his legs, Alexander begins pushing against Felipe Shido's neck while also pulling on his arms to maximize the pressure.  Felipe Shido gets locked in the Moonlight Goodnight!  Felipe Shido goes limp!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh my...  Now that is one brutal submission finisher...  Team Symphony should use this chance now to get those belts...  Andrew realizes that and slides outside to get a new ladder."

Jim Jackson:  "Andrew Hunter and Alexander Melchiott set the ladder up and climb it.  Again El Loco for the save with a missile dropkick sending the ladder off balance!  El Loco slams Alexander Melchiott down.  El Loco grabs the ladder...  He rams it into Hunter's head!  Andrew Hunter is busted open!  Melchiott grabs El Loco from behind...  Northern lights suplex!    Melchiott turns around...  Right into Felipe Shido's boot!  DDT from the top rope by Felipe Shido. That looked brutal. Felipe Shido scoops up Hotspur.  El Loco bounces off the ropes and hits a flying Hart Attack clothesline."

Boy Bakla:  "And just like that control has returned to Roller Coaster of Love...  My oh my, this match certainly is keeping us on the edge of our seat.  Just when you think one team has it in the bag, the other team pulls a miracle out of their ass and takes control.  This is just like watching a domme and sub switch arou..."

Jim Jackson:  "Aaaaaaand the match continues with Roller Coaster of Love signalling for their finisher!  Alexander Melchiott is down in the middle of the ring as Felipe Shido and El Loco look down at him. Felipe Shido stars jumping and yelling L.O.V.E as El Loco does the same but yelling L.O.C.O they then both proceed to do the worm and fall and chop Alexander Melchiott's throat...  Roller Coaster of Love hit their finisher on Melchiott!"

KLANG!!!

Boy Bakla:  "And Andrew Hunter just took both wrestlers down by ramming a ladder through them!  Ooh...  Looks like Andrew Hunters is wobbling around with that ladder...  He can't even set it up right, clearly losing all that blood is making him woozy.  Oh lookie, Alexander is up again.  He helps his partner set up the ladder..."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco is back up, he grabs Alexander Melchiott and whips him to the ropes!  Hotspur counters a backdrop attempt with a kick to the face.  Despite stumbling around like a drunk, Andrew Hunter hits a rolling kick on El Loco.  Andrew Hunter blasts El Loco with a slingshot into the ladder.  DDT from the top rope by Alexander Melchiott. That looked brutal!  Andrew Hunter floors Felipe Shido who just got up!    Alexander Melchiott climbs onto the turnbuckle as Andrew Hunter lifts Felipe Shido onto his shoulders into an electric chair before facing his partner.  Melchiott suddenly springs back, catching Felipe Shido's head and pulling him to the mat with a sliced bread as Hunter falls back...  MOONLIGHT GAMBIT ON FELIPE SHIDO!"

Boy Bakla:  "Andrew sets up the ladder and starts to climb it...  He's wobbling as he makes his way up the ladder slowly...  His head is still gushing...  All that blood is coming down his face...  His ascent is slow as it is clear that losing that much blood is taking it's toll."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco is up and just hit a hard elbow to Alexander Melchiott's back!  El Loco puts his opponent's head between his legs and leaps using the momentum to flip both of them and drive his opponents head into the ground!  EL LOCO HIT HIS FINISHER THE LOCOMOTION ON MELCHIOTT!  Melchiott is down!  El Loco leaps to the opposite side of the ladder, he begins to climb up...  Both Andrew Hunter and El Loco seem like they'll reach the top of the ladder at the same time!  El Loco throws a right...  Andrew Hunter sways just in time making the punch miss and throwing El Loco off balance!  Hunter with a right of his own...  IT HITS EL LOCO RIGHT ON THE JAW!  EL LOCO FALLS OFF THE LADDER!  ANDREW HUNTER IS ON TOP AND HE REACHES FOR THE BELTS!"

Boy Bakla:  "AAAAAAAAAND WE HAVE A WINNER!  In an unexpected turn of events, Andrew Hunter manages to get all the way up the ladder and claim the tag titles!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match AND THE FIRST RING OF CHAOS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT AND ANDREW HUNTER...  TEAM SYMPHONY!"

Jim Jackson:  "What a match!  What a match!  Both teams gave their all, both teams pulled out all the stops but in the end it was Team Symphony who ended up the champs.  Still Roller Coaster of Love has nothing to be ashamed of, their performance tonight was just as spectacular, this match really could have gone either way."

Boy Bakla:  "Mmhmm.  You got that right Jim.  The heart shown by both teams just raised the bar of the tag team division.  El Loco and Felipe Shido can walk out here with their heads held high."

Jim Jackson:  "And now Team Symphony is celebrating their well deserved win inside the ring as medics rush in to check on that nasty cut on Andrew Hunter's forehead and also make sure that the other wrestlers are okay.  Thank you for joining me here in the table tonight Bakla."

Boy Bakla:  "My pleasure Jim.  But before I go, Team Symphony may have won those belts but now they painted a target on their backs...  Little Boy & Fat Man shall do their best to take those titles away."






Jim Jackson:  "What a night!  What a night!  Not only did we see the best four wrestlers vying for the RoC World Championship advance in the Grand Prix, we also saw Team Symphony win the RoC Tag Team Championship belts!  So congratulations to all our winners tonight.  My partner Brad Blood is still sedated somewhere so I guess it's up to me to wrap this show up.  Join us again in two weeks as we narrow down the wrestlers vying for the RoC World Championship to two men.  Until the next show...  Good fight and good night!"


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