Chaos Supreme 01/11/2015

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Chaos Supreme 01/11/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 12, 2015 2:49 am



VS

Jim Jackson:  "Before we kick things off tonight, it's time for the RoC dark match."

Brad Blood:  "That's right, and tonight we'll have Upward-Step Model 52m3 going against a newcomer...  Spruce Lee!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing at 2 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 1 pound, hailing from parts unknown...  Plank... SPRUCE LEE!"

The arena goes dark, suddenly spotlights turn on and focus on the corner of the ring where a plank of wood, probably birch is seen leaning on the corner.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 12 feet tall and weighing in at 35 pounds, hailing from parts unknown but probably Canada...  Ladder...  UPWARD-STEP MODEL 52M3!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "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!  It seems that both wrestlers are engaging in a stare-off!"

Brad Blood:  "They are trying to intimidate each other!"

Jim Jackson:  "Even though he clearly is at a disadvantage in size and weight, Spruce Lee is not backing down!"

Brad Blood:  "I do have to admit, the little guy has spunk!"

Jim Jackson:  "The crowd is swallowed in by the atmosphere these two wrestlers are creating!"

Brad Blood:  "The tension is so thick, you can't cut it with a knife, you'd need a chainsaw!"

Jim Jackson:  "Whoa!  Looks like Spruce Lee slid down a little at your mention of a chainsaw, clearly it may be a phobia that is haunting him.  Still he musn't let himself be distracted lest he lose to the much more experienced Upward-Step Model 52m3."

Brad Blood:  "Oh man, I can feel my heart beating faster...  They are really waiting to see who makes the first move!"

Jim Jackson:  "Based on the sheets, both wrestlers are counter-specialists...  They are waiting for the other one to move before making their move."

Brad Blood:  "It's like waiting for a western showdown!  Tick tick tick..."

Jim Jackson:  "The inaction is adding to the suspense!"

Brad Blood:  "That it is!  It's like fapping but not coming!"

Jim Jackson:  "Eeeeeeew!  TMI Brad!  TMI!"

Brad Blood:  "Whaat?  Oh wait!  There it is...  Oh...  My bad...  I thought I saw Ladder move..."

Jim Jackson:  "I think someone from the audience just fainted because he forgot to breathe due to the suspense!"

Brad Blood:  "EMTs are rushing in to check up on him!"

Jim Jackson:  "Any moment now...  I'm sure that one of them will make their move..."

Brad Blood:  "I'm sweating in anticipation!"

Jim Jackson:  "Another audience member can't take the heat!  He's being escorted to the clinic by the staff!"

Brad Blood:  "C'mon do something already!"

Jim Jackson:  "Any moment now..."

Brad Blood:  "DAMMIT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!  SOMEBODY ATTACK!"

WHAM!

Brad Blood slams his fists down on the announce table in frustration...

Jim Jackson:  "Wait!  Look closely, there's a slight tremor on the canvas!  UPWARD-STEP MODEL 52M3 FALLS FORWARD!  SPRUCE LEE FALLS FORWARD!  PLANK FALLS ON TOP OF LADDER!  I THINK HE HAS LADDER PINNED ON THE CANvAS!"

Brad Blood:  "I THINK LADDER IS TRYING TO GET A SHOULDER UP ONLY HE DOESN'T HAVE A SHOULDER!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall, the Plank...  SPRUCE LEE!"

Jim Jackson:  "What an intense battle and a strong debut for Spruce Lee!"

Brad Blood:  "I couldn't agree with you more Jim!  What a match!"








Jim Jackson:  "Welcome and good evening everyone and welcome to another edition of Chaos Supreme!  Joining me here at the announce table is the incorrigible Brad Blood.  We have a great show for you tonight, new talents and a ladder match for the RoC Lightweight title included!"

Brad Blood:  "That's right Jim, I heard these new talents are imports too!  And that ladder match?  El Loco is in big trouble if you ask me...  Johnny Fortune will do what it takes to get that title."

Jim Jackson:  "So what else are we waiting for?  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






A static-ky cam comes in to focus to show Turbo Hell I standing in front of a strange tube. as the camera zooms in to show the floating head of Mr T in the tube.

Mr T's floating head: "Hey man gonna need you for an important to mission today to prepare you for your coming fight with Xi"

Turbo Hell I: "Finally, what am I doing saving the world? protecting the president of the United States. Fighting Aliens?"

Mr T's Floating head: "No fool you're going to rescue a cat from a tree"

the camera zooms in on Turbo Hell I no expression can be seen because of his helmet

Turbo Hell I: "...

...

... K"


the camera transitions to a cat in a tree 20 feet above the ground. Turbo Hell I is looking up at it.

Turbo Hell I: "Well I don't have a ladder but I have an idea."

The camera stays on that spot as Turbo Hell I runs off and comes back with a bulldozer which he uses to knock over the tree. The Tree falls on and through a house as the cat runs off.

Turbo Hell I: "And the day is saved thanks to me Turbo Hell I."

Turbo Hell I walks off robotic-ly as a father and his too kids come out of the collapsed house, hug each other and cry on the front line as they are now homeless. The fate of the mother is left unknown as the camera feeds cuts out.






The scene opens with many different schoolgirls fawning over the handsome robot, who is dressed with a new hooded cloak, offering him everything from lemonade, to the most delicious of chocolate cake.

Schoolgirls: "Notice us Handsome Grand Flesh Xi Senpaiii!"

Grand Flesh Xi: "HA! You foolish children!"

Grand Flesh Xi pours the lemonade on all of their heads and shoves all of the cake in their faces making sure to get it stuck to the glasses of the shy nerdy schoolgirl. Whipping off the cloak he begins to laugh loudly.

Grand Flesh Xi: "I am the most devious being ever created by man! I am The Great Grand Flesh Xi!!!!!! AND I WILL NEVER NOTICE ANY OF YOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!"

Grand Flesh Xi laugh continues to echo as the camera slowly fades out as it sees Grand Flesh Xi running and wiggling his spirit fingers as he starts singing The Attack On Titan First opening theme.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Well this will be quite an unusual match-up with two unusual participants."

Brad Blood: "Not really, you need to spend more time watching Japanese television. Those people are really weird. They even have this weird tentacle porn."

Jim Jackson: "Not the time and place to talk about that kind of stuff."

Brad Blood: "It never is Jim, it never is."

Jim Jackson: "Two Asian robot or armored fighters battle here tonight and no this is not downtown Tokyo. Over to Alice for the introductions."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Standing at 6 foot tall and weighing in at 215lbs, from the Hero Elimination Lair Labs, "The Destructor of Heroism" GRAND....FLESH...XI!!"

An explosion occurs at the entrance way as Dante's theme from Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 plays and you see the 6 Foot embodiment of robotic deviousness and villainy at the top of the ramp where the explosion occurred. He runs straight into the middle of the ring and acts as if he is about to climb the turnbuckle until he laughs and waves finger as if to say "no no no" laughing all the way to him striking a villainous pose in the corner while he waits for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi: "And His opponent, Standing at 6 foot tall and weighing in at 215lbs, from The Hero Factory, "The Heroic Defender" TURBO...HELL...I!!"

The Theme of Nova from UMVC3 plays as Turbo Hell I ascends unto the ramp he then strikes a heroic pose before walking down the rampway, he continues unimpeded until he enters the ring than Strikes a sentai pose.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And here they..."

Brad Blood: "Grand Flesh is down already! It's only been 2 seconds and he's already been dropped by a superkick. What kind of villian is he anyway? Here is getting pinned, it might be over already.  And did you notice Turbo Hell yell “TURBO KICK!” before he superkicked Grand Flesh?"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Shoulder up at the 2 count. He is crawling to the corner but Turbo is already waiting in the opposite corner, he runs in… No one's home!"

Brad Blood: "I think he cracked his helmet off the turnbuckle, he's dazed, and is dropkicked back into the turnbuckle.  Grand Flesh shouts out “GRAND FLESH ROLLER!” before hitting a rolling kick!  Turbo is down!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Turbo still hasn't recovered from that missed avalanche earlier as he struggles to get to his...  OH!   Grand Flesh Flying Knee to the head!  Flesh is not letting him even get to his feet.  He's got him locked....and spikes him helmet first into the mat…  Pardon me if I don’t use the names these two wrestlers call their moves."

Brad Blood: "You think a robot can get a concussion?  Or is he just some whack job in a suit?"

Jim Jackson: "Doesn't matter, Grand Flesh appear to be sitting him up for a piledriver. He's been targeting the head since the start.  But wait, Turbo flips Flesh over his head preventing the piledriver!"

Brad Blood: "Shouting out “TURBO COUNTER!” too no less.  Turbo announces his next move as “TURBO EVIL COMBO 1” and springboards of the ropes and connects with a reverse elbow, followed by a slingshot clothesline, now a standing clothesline, leg lariat!  He goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  “One!  Two!”

Jim Jackson: "It wasn't enough. He lifts him and applies a headlock.  He seems to have it locked in tight.  Grand Flesh breaks the hold and Turbo goes down with a low dropkick to the knee."

Brad Blood: "Flesh shouts out  “GRAND FLESH CRESENT CLOTHESLINE!” and goes for the clothesline but misses, that’s what you get for announcing your move beforehand!  Rolling kick by Turbo or as he calls it “TURBO ROLLING ATTACK!”. He goes up top and connects with a missle dropkick right on target."

Jack B. Nimble:  “One!  Two!”

Jim Jackson: "Turbo quickly applies the sleeper hold.  Flesh is fighting it but is having difficulty. The ref goes to check on him, Flesh with a jawbreaker breaks the hold."

Brad Blood: "Flesh shouts out “GRAND FLESH RETALIATION ATTACK COMBO 1” and hits a blow to the head.  Woah!  A backhand to the…  I want to say face. Basement dropkick.  He jumps up high for an elbow but Hell rolls out of the way at the last second."

Jim Jackson: "Headlock followed by a spinning bulldog from the corner.  Hooks the leg."

Jack B. Nimble:  “One!  Two!”

Brad Blood: "Look at their faces, neither one is showing any kind of fatigue but that might be because they have helmets on.  Still, it’s more facial expressions than Kirsten Stewart am I right?"

Jim Jackson: "Turbo lifts Grand up and places on the top rope.  DDT!"

Brad Blood: "VINTAGE TURBO!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Last second kick out. Turbo's not letting him get to his feet and hits a dropkick to the head of Grand. Turbo is taking the time to showboat to the crowd"

Brad Blood: "He might regret that...  and he does as a legsweep takes him down. Grand runs to the ropes and springboards off with a back heel kick all the while shouting  “GRAND RICOCHET BACK KIIIIIIIIICK!”  Man these guys are awesome!  It’s like watching Power Rangers in action!"

Jim Jackson: "Xi goes to pick Hell up but receives a kick to the head.  And another, and another, he gets to his feet and connects with a huge spinning kick to the jaw."

Brad Blood: "What you believe is the jaw that is. Turbo with a swing and a miss. Countered by a DDT aptly named as “GRAND DRIVAH~!”.  He goes for the pin."

Jack B. Nimble:  “One!”

Jim Jackson: "Quick kick out. Grand Flesh locks in the hammer lock but Turbo is using his free arm to unleash a series of elbows. The grip is loose and a super kick sends Flesh flying."

Brad Blood: "Is the only moves these guys know how to do kicks and punches? Really 90% of this match has been kicks and punches.  Oh flying knee to the helmet of Grand aptly called “TURBO KNEE ATTACK!”.  What a surprise!"

Jim Jackson: "Calm down Brad and just call the match. Headlock applied by turbo but flesh easily pushes out and connects with a lariat. He climbs to the top rope, he gets great high but turbo gets the knees up blocking the splash."

Brad Blood: "Turbo Hell I screams something at the top of his lungs before throwing his opponent into the corner, He then charges them only for them to move out of the way thinking they avoided him. He Jumps and springboards off the 2nd rope almost taking their head off with a massive flying lariat! SUPER TURBO 100 DEATH HELL SUNSHINE CANNON! I need a breath!"

Jack B. Nimble: "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of the match via pinfall, TURBO HELL I!"

Jim Jackson: "Congrats to Turbo Hell on his victory here tonight"

Brad Blood: "It's a sad day when Daft Punk is forced to fight each other for the sake of the crowd. ARE YOU NOT SPORTS ENTERTAINED!?"

Jim Jackson: "Wait a minute, what's Grand Flesh doing?"

While yelling the name of his finisher Grand Flesh Xi runs at Turbo Hell I full force with his right fist behind his head before jumping over them. Turbo Hell I turns around to receive a thumb to the eyes and swift super kick to the jaw.

Jim Jackson: "He calls that Grand Flesh Xi Special Devious Villain Tactic Finishing Maneuver Numbaaaaaaaaa 1. What a despicable thing to do after a match!"

Brad Blood: "You should have seen it coming, i mean it is in the name, Devious villain tactic."

Jim Jackson: "The match was over, he had no right!"

Brad Blood: "All's fair in love and war JJ."




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Re: Chaos Supreme 01/11/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 12, 2015 3:22 am



a video package starts to play on titantron as the crowd is taking in the last match. The camera is zoomed birds eye style on top of a red hat.

???: "Hello everyone how are you enjoying yourselves? Doing alright but you know you could be doing better? How much better? You know. or maybe you don't. Maybe you're here with a friend. A girlfriend maybe your mistress. You're thinking of 100 things you'd rather be doing. You want to take a risk but your conscious stops you. Maybe you're sitting in behind a woman in a tight miniskirt all you wanna do is just fuck her right there in front of everyone heheheh. Maybe you just wanna punch the guy next to you. What's stopping you? Rules.... Laws?.... You've broke rules before, you drank some alcohol before the legal age. Snuck into an R rated movie. lied. You think yourself a pretty good liar perhaps. Heheh, so what's the judgement of others ? The only one that matters is yourself."

the camera moves showing a shadowed outline of a woman's face.

???: "What do you Desire, What do you lust? Qhat's to stop you from doing what you want other than yourself? The cops? Ha just fight them off do what you want quick enough and disappear in the crowd the great thing about conformity in the modern age is the ability to hide in plain sight."

The camera looks up at the ceiling.

???:  "Everyone has their demons, why not live with them rather than try to hide them?"

The camera finally shows the woman's face. Pale skin, Raven coloured hair, red lip stick.

Desiré: "My name is Desiré. Let's break some rules and set those demons free."






The arena go dark as the crowd murmurs nervously...  The lights turn back on and on top of the entrance ramp is a crate three feet wide and 7 feet tall is seen on top with the initial DS carved on it. The crate opens revealing Demonic Stinker as "Real Rock N Rolla (WK8 Version)" Booms through the speaker, the dirty man walks out of the crate and walks slowly down the ramp. He looks at the members of the audience who cover the nose from the vile stench his created. He slowly walks into the ring and having a mic hovering under his Hannibal Lecter-like mask. He looks around the arena and the audience are giving him loud boos as most of them find him majorly disgusting.

Demonic Stinker: "My name is Demonic Stinker! And I am known as everyone's most stinky nightmare!"

Looking through his mask, a devilish smile can be seen.

Demonic Stinker: "I am back for one reason only and that is to get revenge on TK Kenta. For those who don't know the reason why and weren't around when the fed ULOL was about. I was known as Stank Lord then and had Kenta who was known as Brostar at the time as my bitch. Doing whatever I wanted and doing my dirty work."

Demonic Stinker: "It was going all so well, until I end up meeting a steel chair to the skull and was sent to the hospital by the same man that is now known as TK Kenta.  I eventually got released from ULOL, and I wind up in prison and mental institutes...  But they couldn't control me, they couldn't confine me.  I broke out and have come back, angry and seeking revenge...  I am now more worse than you could ever imagine. I spent years waiting for this opportunity to come back, and Kenta the worse has yet to come. And you only have yourself to blame for it all and for who ever I hurt on my path to make your life a stinking hell."


"Lower the Boom" plays throughout of the speakers as people rise up to their feet cheering loudly for the Aussie, who comes out onto the ramp in his usual gear and a mic in his hand.

TK Kenta: "I was a fool thinking that I would never see you in a ring again, let alone walking the streets. This guy is a mad man, someone who could make anybody's day or night turn upside down.  I know that you're gonna have some nasty tricks up your sleeve and make my life a living hell, but I'm here right now to stop it before it happens."

Kenta drops the mic and sprints into the ring where a brawl starts happening between the two, fists are thrown wildly. Kenta takes down DS and starts pounding away at his head causing DS to roll outside to retreat, Kenta follows him and grabs him by his head smacking him against the steel steps.

Kenta leaves DS's head on the steps as he goes to the ring apron, and jumps off looking to hit the Kangaroo Stomp II but DS gets out of the way rolling back into the ring causing Kenta to stomp onto the steps. Kenta jumps back into the ring and hits a single leg dropkick to DS causing him to roll to a corner.

Meanwhile Kenta goes to the outside seemly asking for a ref, it seems like he wants the match to start. Wanting a ref to come out and do it now. Kenta gets back into the ring, but meets the butt of DS letting what seemed to be some sort of red gas into the face of Kenta causing him to immediately drop to the floor covering his nose and eyes rolling, screaming in pain. It didn't seem like the usual green gas that DS used to fart out, this time it was some red stuff that seems to have cause Kenta some major pain.






VS

Jim Jackson:  "Looks like things are suddenly not looking good for TK Kenta!  He just lost the upperhand he got when Demonic Stinker formerly known as Stank Lord released some sort of red colored gas into his face!"

Brad Blood:  "How could someone let our red fart?!  RED FART JIM!  RED FART!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "Well Alice Aoi has entered the ring to introduce the match!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first,  standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in 245 pounds, hailing from parts unknown...   DEMONIC STINKER!"

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker is grinning maniacally now as Kenta clutches his face in pain!  Clearly the red gas that was released from his rear somehow has the same effect as pepper spray."

Brad Blood:  "Count us lucky then that the red fart didn't reach us..."

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from New South Wales, Australia...  TK KENTA!"

Jim Jackson:  "TK Kenta is still incapacitated...  In fact it looks like he's having trouble breathing..."

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!  Right off the bat Demonic Stinker charges towards TK Kenta!  Kenta is still clutching his face in pain...  Huge clothesline almost decapitates  Kenta!  Big kick by DS...  Right into Kenta's gut!  This is by no means a fair fight."

Brad Blood:  "Kenta brought it upon himself.  He went in and attacked DS first. Maybe that red fart is like DS's auto-defense mechanism like a skunk."

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker grabs the young wrestler...  HE STUFFS TK KENTA'S FACE INTO HIS SWEATY ARMPITS!  KENTA IS FLAILING AS HIS FACE IS SMOTHERED UNDER DS's pits!  Kenta finally breaks away and scampers to the ropes...  He gasps for much needed fresh air..."

Brad Blood:  "Look at that face!  It looks like Kenta is gonna hurl Jim!  You know, he's gonna puke!  He's gonna barf!   AND THERE HE GOES!  He's singing soup!  He's upchucking Chuck!  Doing the technicolor yawn!  Belching the bile by-product!  Spewing spunk!"

Jim Jackson:  "Uh we get the idea Brad...  Demonic Stinker charges in towards TK Kenta...  KENTA DROPS DOWN AND PULLS THE ROPES DOWN WITH HIM!  DS GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND FALLS OUTSIDE!"

Brad Blood:  "EWWWWWWWWWWWW!  He just took a dive into Kenta's spillage!"

Jim Jackson:  "TK Kenta leaps over the top rope and lands on the apron...  Mule kick connects to Demonic Stinker's head...  DS staggers to the steel railings...  Kenta from the apron...  SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW FLYING ELBOW SMASHES RIGHT INTO DS's head!  The referee starts counting!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!"

Brad Blood:  "Kenta lands on his feet but almost slipped on his vomit on the floor!  Wait, what is DS doing?!  DS IS SNIFFING KENTA'S VOMIT!  AND IT SEEMS THAT HE'S MIRACULOUSLY RECOVERING FROM SNIFFING KENTA'S VOMIT!"

Jack B. Quick:  "Two!"

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker roars out loud and charges towards TK Kenta.  Kenta sidesteps and trips the smelly monster!  DS's head smashes into the steel steps!   Kenta leaps on the steel steps and unto DS's shoulders...  FRANKENSTIENER!"

Jack B. Quick:  "Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Kenta drags DS and tosses him into the apron and pushes him in!  Kenta leaps to the apron..."

Jack B. Quick:  "Four!"

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker grabs TK Kenta by the head and brings it down!  Kenta's neck bounces off the top rope and he falls outside!   DS goes outside...  He picks Kenta up...  BODYSLAM!  Looks like DS is going for a submission... Demonic Stinker grabs his shoe goes behind TK Kenta grabing his arm and wraping around his neck.  DS puts the shoe in Kenta's face causing him to smell the shoe.  It's the Shoebra Clutch!"

Jack B. Quick:  "Five!"

Brad Blood:  "Kenta is flailing his arms around as DS makes him smell his shoe!  Kenta's eyes are tearing up!  This can't be good..."

Jack B. Quick:  "Six!"

Jim Jackson:  "TK Kenta manages to break away just before he passes out!  Demonic Stinker grabs him from behind...  He's gonna put Kenta in the torture rack...  Kenta manages to slip free and hits a Pele kick from behind!  DS staggers to the railings!"

Jack B. Quick:  "Seven!"

Brad Blood:  "Looks like the front row crowd got a whiff of DS's special scent!  They are all starting to gag and puke too!  Kenta leaps into the apron and enters back into the ring...  DS climbs to the apron!"

Jim Jackson:  "TK Kenta with a spinning high kick...  Demonic Stinker blocks it and shoves Kenta into the canvas!  DS enters the ring, Kenta with a desperate attack...  Enzuigiri connects, DS staggers!   Kenta off the ropes  Top Rope Springboard Ace Crusher!   Kenta hits his signature maneuver!  Kenta hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "DS gets a shoulder up!  Looks like Kenta still needs to do more damage if he wants to get the win!  Kenta starts climbing to the top turnbuckle..."

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker gets up!  He attacks TK Kenta from behind!  Kenta slumps on the top rope and falls backwards!   Kenta's leg is trapped on the top turnbuckle as he hangs upside down!  What's DS doing?  He turns his back on Kenta!  DS positions his butt opposite Kenta's face..."

TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

Brad Blood:  "HE LETS ONE RIP!  AND THIS TIME THE FART IS COLORED BLUE!  HOW CAN YOU HAVE BLUE FART?!  WHAT THE HELL DID HE EAT?!  Wait...  Is Kenta snoring?  THE BLUE FART HAS PUT KENTA TO SLEEP!  THIS MATCH IS AS GOOD AS DONE!  DS pulls Kenta free from the top turnbuckle...  He goes for the cover!  Kenta is still out cold!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Wait!  Somehow, TK Kenta's leg is on the bottom rope!  The referee stops counting!  Demonic Stinker thinks he's won!  He's celebrating in the ring!  The referee is trying to tell DS that the match is still on..."

Brad Blood:  "Kenta suddenly sits up and screams!  It looks like he had a nightmare!  Kenta's nightmare woke him up to another nightmare who charges towards him!"

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker tries to grab TK Kenta...  Kenta slips out of the way!  Kenta off the ropes...  Springboard corkscrew crossbody!  NO!  DS CATCHES KENTA IN MID-AIR!  He hoists Kenta over his shoulders...  Kenta slips free!  Dropkick senrs DS to the ropes...  DS bounces back...  Kenta with a dropkick to the knee sends DS down to his knees!  Ace Cutter by Kenta!   Kenta again goes for the cover after hitting another one of his Ace Cutter signature maneuvers!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "DS still manages to get a shoulder up!  But this time I think  he has been worn down by Kenta!  Kenta may stand a chance to win now!  Kenta starts signalling for his finisher Midnight Crash I!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "TK Kenta sweeps the leg of Demonic Stinker...  WAIT!  DS BLOCKS THE ATTEMPT!  DS with a lariat...  Kenta ducks under it and runs towards the ropes!  Kenta bounces back towards DS... "

TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

Brad Blood:  "DS FARTS AGAIN!  THIS TIME IT'S YELLOW!   YELLOW FART!  KENTA'S NOT MOVING!!!  WAIT DOES THE YELLOW FART PARALYZE YOU?!  KENTA IS PERTIFIED AND NOT MOVING AT ALL!"

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker knocks TK Kenta down to the corner of the turnbuckle. DS turns around and walk backwards to Kenta. DS's butt is in Kenta's face and rubs it up and down he continues to do it until Kenta can't handle it any longer taps out to The Stinkface!  The ref calls for the bell!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission...  DEMONIC STINKER!"

Jim Jackson:  "Demonic Stinker manages a win after his multi-colored farts incapacitates TK Kenta!  Wait what is DS doing?!  He's dragging Kenta to the middle of the ring!  DS SITS ON KENTA'S FACE!"

Brad Blood:  "DS STARTS FARTING INTO KENTA'S FACE UNTIL KENTA PASSES OUT!!!  Oh the horror!  Man, Kenta will smell like DS's fart for a week...  NO!  A MONTH!"






The camera opens up to the locker room of the Northern Kings. Allister and Callahan appear to be playing some sort of card game while Samantha is just brushing her hair.

Allister King: "Do we have a match tonight or can we just leave now?"

Shadow Callahan: "Match."

Shadow throws the 2 of hearts onto a pile of cards.

Shadow Callahan: "Pick up 2."

Allister King: "Asshole. So who do we have a match against or is it just the boobs of the group? Hehehehe OUCH!"

Allister takes a hairbrush to the side of the head

Samantha King: "You have a match against The Church. You would know if you paid attention to anything to your job."

Allister King: "Wait.... The Church?"

Shadow Callahan: "Yep."

Shadow throws down the 2 of clubs. Allister throws down his entire hand.

Allister King: "Yes! I always wanted to punch a nun. Those stupid, penguin looking evil witches. They made my life hell in school and now it time for payback."

Samantha King: "Wrong church."

Allister King: "No, that outfit doesn't make you look fat. I got it! Be right back!"

Allister quickly bolts out of the room.

Samantha King: "He has no brain whatsoever does he?"

Shadow Callahan: "You're only realizing that now?"

Samantha King: "No but damn, he has a nice ass."

Shadow Callahan: "And you say men only have one thing on their mind. Hypocrite."

Shadow takes out a cigarette, places one in his mouth and proceeds to over Samantha one. She accepts.

Samantha King: "What stupid thing you think he's going to do this time?"

Shadow lights the cigarette and hands his lighter to Sam.

Shadow Callahan: "Not sure, maybe he's going to run in dressed as a priest and try to infiltrate the Vatican."

Samantha King: "Sounds about right."

Allister comes back into the locker room holding someone's bag.

Allister King: "I stole their bag. They will never notice a thing. Damn, why am I such an evil genius? Mwahahahaha!"

Samantha King: "What the hell are you going to do with the bag?"

Allister King: "Isn't it obvious?"

Samantha King & Shadow Callahan: "Nope."

Allister is momentarily shocked by the simultaneous response.

Allister King: "You guys have no imagination whatsoever. Well I'm gonna go shit in the bag."

Shadow Callahan: "Do it somewhere we can't see."

Allister King: "Got it."

As Allister goes to a part of the locker room to evacuate his bowels, Samantha looks at the bag then at Shadow.

Samantha King: "You think we should tell him that's his own bag?"

Shadow stares at Sam with a big grin on his face.

Shadow Callahan: "Fuck no, this is going to be hilarious."

Samantha King: "Yeah, you're right. Idiot won't know what hit him."

They start laughing for awhile as Allister comes back with the bag moments later.

Allister King: "The deed has been done."

Shadow Callahan: "Shit one."

They all laugh.

Allister King: "Now to quietly place this bag back where I found it and escape without being detected, I'm a regular ol' solid snake."

Samantha King: "Where did you find the bag?"

Allister King: "It was sitting not that far from the door. It was strange but I didn't think too hard on it."

Samantha King: "Not surprised you didn't think hard on it."

Allister King: "What you mean? Don't tell me lies woman!"

Shadow Callahan: "There's a name tag on the bag. You could have looked first."

Allister King: "Didn't have time, I heard someone coming."

Samantha King: "Just look Shithead!"

Allister looks at the name tag.

Allister King:  "Allister...King. OH GOD DAMNIT!"

They point and laugh

Allister King: "Why the fuck didn't you tell me? I just shit in my own bag!"

Samantha King: "We thought it would be funnier this way."

Shadow Callahan: "Yeah, The Church never saw it coming."

Allister King: "Now what am I going to do? I didn't even remove the clothes."

They laugh even harder than before.

Samantha King: "How did you not know?"

Allister King: "I don't know."

Samantha King: "Who else would have a lot of band T-shirts in their bag?"

Allister King: "ANYONE! It's a common thing."

Shadow Callahan: "Well now you have a master of poopets T-shirt."

They laugh again. Allister is not amused.

Allister King: "I hate you guys."

Samantha King: "The feeling's mutual."

Allister throws the bag in the bin.

Shadow Callahan: "Don't throw it there. We don't like to throw shit away."

Again they are laughing their heads off. Allister picks up the bag.

Allister King: "I will just drop it outside The Church's door."

Samantha King: "Nice thinking Einstein."

Allister leaves the room.

Shadow Callahan: "God he's an idiot."

Samantha King: "Forgot again his name is on the bag."

They continue to laugh as the camera fades to black.






"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers and 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.  The crowd boos some more as Thaddeus Rex steps into the ring.  T-Rex raises a mic and begins to speak.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Aren't you all tired of singing the same boring tune?  Yes, we've established that you don't like me!  And if you all have a smidgen of intelligence in you, you all should know that I don't give a fuck.  You think you can boo me out of RoC?  Well I hope you don't shit your pants waiting for that to happen."

The crowd goes quiet but displeasure still shows on their faces.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Now many of you probably do not care to hear what I have to say but then my message isn't for you, it's for the RoC World Champ Shogun.  Now last week I had the pleasure of pinning the RoC World Champion ONE TWO THREE!  It is a shame it wasn't a title match but that alone should prove that I am worthy enough to contend for that title Shogun so proudly wears around his waist.  So why don't you step out Shogun, I'm sure I've given you enough reason to hate me, that I've given you enough reason to want to fight me, so give this brotha' the title shot I so rightfully deserve!  We've dragged this dance on for too long now, it's time we reach a conclusion don't you agree?  It's time for a new champion!"

Thaddeus Rex lowers his mic and waits to see if Shogun will respond as the crowd starts to boo again.


The lights in the building go dark and after a few seconds "Chaos Theory" By ShockOne begins to play and strobe lights begin to flash in the arena as a figure dressed in a leather jacket spray painted in orange and green glow in the dark spray paint and jean shorts and pink hair is seen among the crowd. He walks among the arena slapping random fans in the back of the head and laughing all the way until he reaches the barricade in which he jumps on top as the strobe lights cut as soon as the lines "Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you Chaos theory" Are played over the sound system. Johnny Fortune hops from the barricade and into the ring microphone in hand and gives the sign to cut the music as he begins to speak looking befuddled by the stupidity of Thaddeus Rex.

Johnny Fortune: "Rex, just stop. I mean honestly, what do you hope to accomplish? You think you're going to be able to pull the brass knucks shit again? Or is it that you're so delusional from years of getting hit on the head you actually got the pin fair and square over Shogun. In a tag team match, you ain't the sole proprietor of that title shot there buckaroo. Now me, I earned a title shot by being the only intelligent person in this ring with a little help from a fireball, but that's neither here nor there. And I will go on to take something I have earned and then come for Shogun and his title. You see Rex, it's going to be Shogun's title. You can do your whole shtick about how you've been wronged by the system til the cows come home, but old man you ain't takin' his title. That is my job, your job at your old age is to be retired and having cookouts with the most delicious barbecue I've ever tasted."

Johnny Fortune takes a seat on the turnbuckle as if he's a professor about to give a lecture to the classroom of one, Thaddeus Rex.

Johnny Fortune: "Now Shogun may very well come out here and accept the challenge, that's his prerogative. But I don't see why he would waste his time, when the lightweight champion can just come out and kick your ass. Oh and yes, by the time you and I would have a match I will be the champ. Lee will be pissed, so he might actually send the big pissed off angry minority to come beat me up. Only to realize of course that I'm gonna beat your ass so bad that you'll wonder if I was a prison guard in a formal life. You are right about one thing Rex, it is time for a conclusion. A conclusion to your career, a sad and pathetic career that can end one of two ways. Either you are viciously beaten like a savage by Shogun, or I take you back to the memories of your time in the penitentiary it's your choice but personally I have to go beat the crap out of a Mexican, so when you come to your senses and retire I would enjoy some complimentary barbecue. Because like the victory I'll have tonight, that shit will be delicious."

Johnny Fortune walks out of the ring passing Thaddeus Rex and dropping the microphone at his feet with a large satisfied grin on his face. He then hops the barrier and fades into the crowd.


Thaddeus Rex:  "And another gnat decides to swoop in and be a pest."

Clearly Thaddeus Rex isn't amused by Fortune's speech.

Thaddeus Rex:  "A boy... Nay, a baby who still has to stop sucking on his momma's tits wants to tell me what to do?  Well wipe that milk off your mouth first before you open your mouth Fortune.  You have no business with me and I do not have any business with you...  If you dare interrupt me again, then I'll give you a spanking that you'll never forget.  Now before I was rudely interrupted by a pest...  Shogun!  Are you coming out or are you cowering back there in your locker room?"

T-Rex shouts out clearly annoyed.  After a few moments of silence, T-Rex begins to speak again.

Thaddeus Rex:  "There you have it folks, your RoC World Champion is nothing but a coward!  He doesn't even come out and accept my challenge!  He's probably hiding under some rock shitting himself.  Even that Fortune brat had more balls than him.  Open your eyes and see that Shogun is not worthy to hold that belt and it will be I, Thaddeus Rex who takes it from him."

With that, Thaddeus Rex drops the mic and exits the ring as his music begins to play again and the crowd start to boo.




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Re: Chaos Supreme 01/11/2015

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Jim Jackson:  "And now we proceed to the next match, a tag team match between The Church and The Northern Kings.  The Church had a good run but their luck suddenly turned after their loss to Team Symphony for the RoC Tag Team Championships.  The Northern Kings on the other hand has been making a splash ever since their entry here in RoC, racking up win after win."

Brad Blood:  "Well I'm rooting for The Church tonight, Allister's antics may be their downfall, specially against a team as well-oiled as The Church.  There is only so much Shadow can do to pick up the mess Allister leaves."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first with a combined weight of 510 pounds, the team of Allister King and Shadow Callahan...  THE NORTHERN KINGS!"

Blue and Red lights shine throughout the arena as Hammerfall's "Any Means Necessary" begins to play. Allister King and Shadow Callahan, walk out onto the entrance ramp to a thunderous roar of the crowd. They pose on the top of the ramp as white pyrotechnics begin to rain down behind them. They continue to walk down to the ring, smiling to the crowd. Allister high fives a few off the audience members before sliding into the ring. Shadow just casually walk up the steps and into the ring. They poses once more for the crowd before disrobing of all of the excess attire and Shadow places his cane in the corner.

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

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

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


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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Shadow Callahan and The Daring One will be starting off for their respective teams.  The Daring One and Callahan charges towards each other...  The Daring One eats leather as Callahan hits a big running boot AKA The Dullahan!  Callahan picks The Daring One up...  Bodyslam!  He follows it up with a fist drop before hooking the leg!  The Daring One kicks out before the count of one!  Irish whip by Callahan, he ducks down for the back body drop...  The Daring One counters with a knee to the head!  Facebuster by The Daring One!"

Brad Blood:  "The Daring One uses this chance to rush to their corner...  He gets a tag!  Crusade comes in!  Crusade is sizing up Shadow..."

Jim Jackson:  "Dropkick sends Shadow Callahan reeling!  Crusade goes for a headlock...  Callahan uses his superior strength to lift Crusade up...  Crusade flips and lands behind Callahan!  The Dullahan swings...  Arm drag by Crusade takes him down!  Crusade with a hammerlock!  Callahan reaches for the ropes!  He grabs it and Crusade is forced to release the hold.  Crusade with a kick to the side of Callahan's head before he gets up...  Crusade goes for a single leg Boston crab!   He has the submission locked in!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow is clearly in pain but he's fighting Crusade's hold.  Looks like Shadow is pushing himself up...  He's trying to twist free...  He does it!  Shadow leaps towards Allister's outstretched arm...  He gets a tag!  Allister leaps over the top rope...  AND HIS FOOT SNAGS!  ALLISTER FALLS ON HIS FACE!  Oh man, right off the bat Allister screws up, Shadow was better off not tagging him in!"

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade quickly goes in for an armbar!  Allister King quickly goes for the bottom rope...  He's gets to it!  Crusade releases the hold and kicks King before dragging him into the middle of the ring.  Crusade goes for a rear-naked choke hold...  King has his forearm in the way blocking the attempt...  King slowly struggles to his knees...  He's up to his feet, Crusade still is trying to lock in the rear-naked choke clinging on King's back...   The King of Fools start backing up...  He backs up into the corner smashing Crusade into the turnbuckles!  Crusade's hold loosens, King quickly steps away...  HADOUKICK!  King blasts Crusade with his signature superkick move!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Crusade gets a shoulder up before the count of three!  Allister is dragging Crusade to their corner...  He's gonna go for a tag...  Wait!  Crusade manages to wrest himself free and leaps towards their corner...  Allister tries to stop him...  Crusade gets the tag!  Allister puts on the brakes..."

Jim Jackson:  "It's too late!  The Daring One hits a superkick of his own!  Allister King stumbles around like a headless chicken before falling flat on his face!  The Daring One mounts King's chest and start raining blows down on The King of Fool's head!   The Daring One stomps on King's ribs before taunting Shadow Callahan!  Callahan tries to enter the ring to answer back but the ref stops him allowing The Daring One to stomp on King's groin while the ref is distracted!"

Brad Blood:  "Classic tag team move Jim.  This is why The Church has the advantage here, they know how to play the tag team game real well.  And now with the weak link of The Northern Kings in the ring, The Daring One can take his time and wear him down."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip by The Daring One sends Allister King back first into their corner.  The Daring One charges in...  Clothesline into the the corner and King slumps down to the ground...  The Daring One starts stomping away at King before tagging his partner in...  Crusade leaps over the top rope, he distances himself from King...  Crusade runs in...  Bronco buster!  King is in big trouble...  Crusade drags King to the middle of the ring...  Crossface!  Crusade locks in the crossface!   The King of Fools is in big trouble!  He's in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go!  He is too far away from the ropes!  Will he tap?"

Brad Blood:  "TAP!  TAP!  TAP!  TAP!  TAP!   TAP!   Allister's arm is up in the air...  He's nearing his threshold...  NOOOOOO!  Shadow interferes!  Shadow sneaks in and stomps on Crusade's back!  Wait!  Here comes The Daring One...  Dropkick sends Shadow through the middle rope!  Shadow crashes outside!  The Daring One is on the apron...  Flying double axe handle sends Shadow staggering!  Irish whip by The Daring One...  Shadow slams into the steel steps!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Daring One enters the ring again and heads for their corner... Crusade drags The King of Fools to their corner and tags in The Daring One...  Double Irish whip...  Allister King is sent flying with a double back body drop!   The Daring One lifts King up...  Vertical suplex!  Leg drop by The Daring One connects and he goes for the cover...  No!  King's leg is on the bottom rope!  The Daring One stomps down on King's leg!  Allister screams in pain as he clutches his leg.  King is dragged back to the corner...  Tag by The Daring One...  The Church lifts Allister King up, they bounce him off the top rope before sending him crashing into the canvas back first with a double suplex!  Crusade quickly locks in a sleeper hold!"

Brad Blood:  "The Church is dismantling Allister!  Crusade has that sleeper hold locked in tight...  Allister seems like he's fading!  The referee lifts Allister's arm... It falls down limp!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!"

Brad Blood:  "The ref lifts Allister's arm a second time...  And down it goes again!  The Church can smell victory in the air..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "Two!"

Brad Blood:  "The ref lifts Allister's arm a third time...  And it's falli..."

Jim Jackson:  "ALLISTER KING'S ARM STAYS AFLOAT!  Crusade can't believe it!  King is struggling to his feet, Crusade is still trying to hold on and apply more pressure...  Jawbreaker by King!  Crusade is sent reeling!  King slips behind Crusade...  He leaps up and brings Crusade's back down on both his knees!  BACKSTABBER!  King makes a leap to their corner....  HE GETS A TAG!!!   Shadow Callahan charges into the ring!   SPEAR!!!  Crusade is almost broken in two!  Callahan grabs Crusade and lifts him up in the air...  BRAINBUSTER!  Callahan is on a roll!  Wait The Daring One charges into the ring... The Dullahan is ready for him!  SPINEBUSTER!  Callahan lifts The Daring One and throws him over the top rope!  Callahan goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Ohhh!  Only a two count...  Looks like Crusade is still able to move after Shadow's attack.  Uh-oh!  Shadow is signalling for his finisher Aneuthanasia! C'mon Crusade, get away!  Get away quick!  Crusade is rising up to his feet...  LOOK OUT!"

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan kicks Crusade in the gut forcing them to their knees. He grabs Crusade by the head.  Shadow places them between his legs before lifting up for a powerbomb...   Crusade counters with well-placed punches downwards towards Callahan's head!  Crusade leaps off Callahan's shoulders!  Crusade hits Shadow Callahan with a low dropkick to the knee!  Before Callahan can get up Crusade steps up onto Callahan's knee and delivers an axe kick directly to Callahan's forehead!  GENESIS!  Crusade hits his signature move!"

Brad Blood:  "Now that's what I'm talking about!  Crusade uses this chance and goes for the tag!  The Daring One gets tagged in and hits an elbow drop to the chest of Shadow!  He quickly hooks Shadow's leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Only a two count as The Dullahan kicks out!  The Daring One drags Shadow Callahan up to his feet... DDT!  He plants Callahan's head to the canvas!  The Daring One with a tag...  Shadow Callahan is knocked onto his knees by The Daring One while Crusade runs off the ropes. When he makes it to Callahan he knees Callahan in the temple while The Daring One super kicks Callahan in the back of the head at the same time, executing the Innovative Tag Team Maneuver!"

Brad Blood:  "THIS IS IT!  THIS MATCH IS OVER!!!  PIN HIM!  PIN HIM!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "NOOOOOOOOO!  CURSE YOU ALLISTER!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King saves their team from defeat as he boots Crusade on the head!  The Daring One with a forearm to King's back sends him reeling to the ropes...  King turns around... The Daring One with a clothesline sends him over the top rope!  The referee quickly restores order as he makes The Daring One return to their corner.  Crusade locks on a headlock on Shadow Callahan...   Callahan tries to reach for the ropes...  He's too far away!  Crusade applies more pressure...  Callahan tries to push himself back up...  Callahan is slowly rising to his feet!  Crusade still has the headlock on...  CALLAHAN LIFTS CRUSADE UP AND CONNECTS WITH SIDE SUPLEX!  Callahan leaps to their corner...  HE GETS A TAG!"

Brad Blood:  "Oh god, the screw up is back in the ring!  Allister enters the ring and right into a STF!  Aaaaaaand I rest my case!  Crusade quickly applies the pressure to Allister...  Allister tries to get to the ropes..."

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King makes it!  Crusade releases his hold!  He kicks The King of Fools in the gut before dragging him to the corner...  He tags in his partner The Daring One!  Crusade has King in a full nelson hold...  Looks like The Daring One is going for a superkick...  KING SLIPS FREE AT THE LAST MOMENT AND THE DARING ONE BLASTS CRUSADE IN THE CHIN!  CRUSADE IS DOWN!"

Brad Blood:  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King with a neckbreaker on The Daring One!  King tags in his partner!  Allister King Kicks The Daring One in the gut and Shadow Callahan lifts them up for a back suplex. Allister runs, jumps and hits a leg lariat on The Daring One as Shadow drops them with the back suplex...  DETHRONED!!!  THE NORTHERN KINGS HIT THEIR FINISHER ON THE DARING ONE!  Callahan hooks the leg!"

Brad Blood:  "Awwwwwwww crap!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall, the team of Allister King and Shadow Callahan...  THE NORTHERN KINGS!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Northern Kings continue their win streak and celebrate in the ring!  Wait looks like Crusade ain't happy with what just happened...  He's arguing with The Daring One!"

Brad Blood:  "Well getting kicked in the face by your own partner will do that to you."

Jim Jackson:  "CRUSADE JUST TOOK THE DARING ONE DOWN WITH A LARIAT!  !  Crusade lifts his opponent into the air before dropping them down face first in a gourdbuster, as he starts to get up, Crusade lunges forward, kneeing The Daring One square in the temple, brutally executing the Damnation.  CRUSADE JUST HIT THE DARING ONE WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!  Crusade exits the ring...  Wait!  He just grabbed a chair!  He puts his former partner's head in between the steel chair...  Crusade from the top turnbuckle...  DOUBLE FOOT STOMP INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!  CRUSADE MAY HAVE JUST ENDED THE DARING ONE'S CAREER!  The Northern Kings looks on surprised at the outcome!  They shrug their shoulders and continue their celebration!"

Brad Blood:  "Even the crowd is in shock!  Looks like Crusade is going solo...  Oh man EMTs are rushing to take a look at The Daring One...  It doesn't look good...  Crusade exits the ring and makes his exit as the crowd looks on dumbfounded..."






Walking down the hall, Alexander Melchiott checks every door as he passes, clearing looking for something specific.  After passing a few more doors, Alexander stops, having seemingly found the door he was searching for.  Reading the name on the door, Melchiott is unable to hide a sneer.  The camera moves closer to read the name "Oriental Spices" on the locker room door.  After taking a moment to hide his displeasure, Melchiott raps on the door before awaiting a response.

The door swings open, Nao Fook Yu's smile turns to a frown at the sight of the man who cheated his way to victory on their previous encounter.

Nao Fook Yu:  "小妹, 是那个骗子.  我可以送他去医院吗?  这个人没有荣誉."

Though her speech is not understood, it is clear from the tone of her voice and the demeanor of her body the rage she is feeling towards Alexander Melchiott.  She doesn't hide her displeasure as she bares nothing but hostility towards one-half of the tag team champion.

Just before she could do anything, her sister's hand rests upon her shoulder and Nao Fook Mi steps into view.  Understanding her twin sister's wish, Nao Fook Yu steps back.


Nao Fook Mi steps forward as her sister disappears into the room but not before glaring at Alexander Melchiott.

Nao Fook Mi:  "Alexander Melchiott...  You know I expected more from you.  We've known each other and fought in the ring many times and I truly had a lot of respect for you and your skill...  Yet now that respect is now put to question.  Have I judged you wrong?  Is Alexander Melchiott nothing more but a farce?  Someone who has resort to dirty tactics to win?  I would expect lesser wrestlers to play dirty but you?"

Fook Mi sighs deeply, her eyes not leaving Melchiott's as she continues to seek for answers that she probably couldn't find...

Nao Fook Mi:  "You..."

Fook Mi's words trail off as her disappointment is clearly showing.

Nao Fook Mi:  "So have you come here to apologize and to offer me a rematch?  Your actions have not wronged only me but also my sister, it is only fair that we get another shot at those titles.  Tell you what, let's have a match tonight you and I.  If I manage to get a clean victory, The Oriental Spices get a title shot again for the RoC Tag Team Championships, if we lose, we will not challenge Team Symphony again for the titles as long as you hold it.  That much you owe us."

Nao Fook Mi waits for Alexander Melchiott's response.


While his face doesn't show it, Alexander's hand clenches into a fist for a short moment at the audacity of the younger wrestler in front of him.  That she, a relative rookie, should have the gall to question the actions of someone like him?  Ridiculous.  However, the tell was only present for a second before Alexander's face would brighten with a smile.

Alexander Melchiott: "Nao Fook Mi, that is precisely why I came by -- to apologize.  I was upset during our last encounter at Lee Morrison and I took out that frustration on you and your sister.  It was misplaced and, quite frankly, it was disgusting.  You are right, I am better than that.  So if you want a match with me here tonight, then that's where I'll prove it."

There was something slightly mischievous about Alexander's smile, but there wasn't much time to dwell on it as he kept talking.

Alexander Melchiott: "And you are correct, I do owe you another chance at the belts.  However, I think that we need to tweek your idea just a tad considering the ugly manner in which our last encounter ended.  So, if I manage to defeat you here tonight, you should get a second opportunity to earn a rematch against Team Symphony.  That chance will be against Andrew Hunter on the following show, how does that sound?"


Fook Mi is taken by surprise by Melchiott's words, but it did bring a smile back to her face.

Nao Fook Mi:  "W-wow...  I shall accept your proposal and your apology then Alexander, I understand the enmity you have against management for it is an all too common event that happens in our line of work.   That said, I shall look forward to our match tonight and the next match where The Oriental Spices challenge for those belts."

Nao Fook Mi extends her hand at Alexander Melchiott.


Idiot.  Idiot was the only thought that came to Melchiott's mind.  There was no faking the smile that crossed his face as he took Nao Fook Mi's hand.

Alexander Melchiott: "I look forward to seeing you out there."

After shaking his soon-to-be opponent's hand, Melchiott turns to leave.  After taking a step, Melchiott turns back to face Nao Fook Mi.

Alexander Melchiott: "Oh, uh... your sister doesn't seem as... forgiving... as you.  To keep our encounter as fair as possible, I request that you ask her to remain here in the back.  I'll ask Hunter to listen to his cassettes in return.  That way, there will be no distractions in our match, allowing us the fair battle that you deserve."

Giving another smile, Melchiott turns and heads down the hall, leaving Nao Fook Mi to prepare for their match.






the scene opens to Colton Charles Cai Cobb standing outside of Ray Kamaura's locker room.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Get out here Ray...  I know you're in there!  You've been a bane to me for far too long, it's time for us to end this.  You and me in a street fight for the next show.  No rules, no pin fall, the only way to win is if one of us ain't moving anymore.  Of course you'll be the one lying in a gutter when I'm through with you.  So will you come out and accept my challenge or are you in there shitting yourself?"

The Charismatic Crippler gives the door a kick short of blowing it out of it's hinges to get more of a reaction from his nemesis.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Of course if you're scared of facing me in a REAL fight, you can open that door and I can end your misery right here and now.  So what will it be Kamaura?"

C4 waits for Ray to open the door and accept his challenge.


The door swings open. In a flash Ray Kamaura is towering in front of The Charismatic Crippler, staring down into his eyes. Ray remained absolutely silent. The tension was raising.

Ray Kamaura: "You're on!"

The two wrestlers stare into each others' eyes as the screen fades to black.






VS

Jim Jackson: "This next match is very important to the tag team scene as Nao Fook Mi looks to earn another opportunity against Team Symphony; all she has to do is manage to defeat Alexander Melchiott in a singles match."

Brad Blood: "And that is a tough task no matter how you look at it.  Nao Fook Mi will be battling on behalf of The Oriental Spices to try and earn this opportunity, but the question is will Nao Fook Mi be able to focus out here tonight?  Alexander Melchiott offered an "apology" to The Oriental Spices for his actions during their title match, but it sure didn't look sincere."

Jim Jackson: "Alexander is well-known for his trickery both in and out of the ring.  Many here feel that Melchiott is only playing mind games with the sisters, but he is the reason that Nao Fook Mi has this opportunity here.  While his apology certainly did not look sincere, if Nao Fook Mi can put that past here and focus on the match, she can earn another shot at the Tag Team Titles."

Brad Blood: "That's right, Jim!  Regardless of whether Melchiott is being a girl scout or being a dastard, he's still beatable."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at 190 pounds, hailing from The Principality of Monaco, Hotspur... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

"U.N. Owen Was Her" by ZUN blasts over the arena as Alexander Melchiott steps out from the back. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Alexander slides his thumb across his throat before tossing off his vest and walking down to the ring.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighting in at 130 pounds, hailing from Shichuan, China... NAO FOOK MI!"

Oriental music starts playing on the background as smoke covers the mouth of the entrance tunnel. Out leaps Nao Fook Mi, she’s wearing a short cheongsam and quickly makes her way down entrance ramp and enters the ring. She bows and gives her respect to the crowd before heading to her corner.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott extends a hand to Nao Fook Mi as the match begins.  Nao Fook Mi still looks a little suspicious of Melchiott, but gingerly shakes the hand after a moment.  To her surprise... Alexander lets go after the handshake and takes a step back."

Brad Blood: "I really don't have any idea what's going on.  Last week Melchiott was being AWESOME and now he's just being LAME!  He didn't look sincere earlier when he made that apology, but he here is keeping to his goody two-shoes act..."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi looks to appreciate the gesture from Alexander.  Melchiott offers to lock up with Nao Fook Mi, but she still looks to be suspicious of Alexander's intentions."

Brad Blood: "Eh, just do it.  What's the worst that can happen?  Alexander takes the side headlock and giggles about it?  Pahlease!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi slowly approaches Melchiott and goes to lock up, but Melchiott takes advantage of the over-cautious Nao Fook Mi.  Grabbing an arm, Melchiott attempts to quickly twist it, but Nao Fook Mi manages to slip it out of his grasp before grabbing Melchiott by the waist.  Melchiott looks annoyed by this and rolls his eyes before driving an elbow into Nao Fook Mi's hands to break her grip.  Grabbing the arm, Melchiott twists it into an arm wringer."

Brad Blood: "Trying to exchange holds with Alexander Melchiott?  Nao Fook Mi should know better than that!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi goes to try and free herself from the arm wringer, but before she can, Melchiott simply kicks out her leg to send her to the mat.  Still holding the arm, Melchiott drops his knee down and into the elbow!"

Brad Blood: "The point of the knee went right into the elbow!  That looked as vicious and nasty as I'm sure it felt!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi slips away from Melchiott and manages to get into the ropes.  Seeing this, Melchiott takes a step back... much to Nao Fook Mi's surprise."

Brad Blood: "BORING!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi steps away from the ropes and right into a great arm drag from Melchiott!  Melchiott hangs on to the arm, forcing Nao Fook Mi to fight her way to her feet.  As Nao Fook Mi reaches prepares to escape Melchiott's grasp, he again kicks out her leg and sends her to the mat before driving the point of his knee back into that elbow!"

Brad Blood: "It's unusual to see Melchiott work over an arm, which is probably why he's doing it so easily here!  Nao Fook Mi was likely not expecting this!"

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott waits for Nao Fook Mi to get back to her feet before feigning an attack on the arm.  When Nao Fook Mi reacts, Melchiott drops down and attempts to grab her legs, but Nao Fook Mi manages to straddle and prevent the takedown."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott may have the advantage in the technical realm, but Nao Fook Mi is no slouch.  Melchiott's earlier success may have emboldened him a bit too much here."

Jim Jackson: "Caught in Nao Fook Mi's hold, Melchiott allows her to start pulling him to his feet only to quickly twist out of his grasp and pull her arm behind her back and into the hammerlock.  Melchiott smiles as he yanks Nao Fook Mi's arm up uncomfortably."

Brad Blood: "Or maybe Melchiott is just a genius in the ring when it comes to luring his opponents in and capitalizing on their positioning."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi manages to get to the ropes and force the break.  The referee steps in to begin the count, but Melchiott releases the arm and steps back before the referee can even get to the count of one."

Brad Blood: "A stupid move, if I do say so myself.  He had four free seconds to apply as much pressure and damage to the arm as possible."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi looks surprised by Alexander's actions in this match.  Alexander urges her to lock up with him again... and this time Nao Fook Mi manages to come out on top with a headlock!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott looks annoyed that he lost that lock up.  Pulling Nao Fook Mi's hands up to his jaw, Melchiott opens his mouth and... doesn't bite Nao Fook Mi?  What?"

Jim Jackson: "Instead of biting Nao Fook Mi to force the break, Melchiott uses a mixture of strength and determination to slip free of the headlock and grabs Nao Fook Mi by the waist.  Melchiott tries to power Nao Fook Mi up, but she manages to counter the attempt into a victory roll!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott manages to get out of the hold at two.  Getting back to his feet, Melchiott barely manages to get his hands up to cushion the blow from a brutal roundhouse kick!"

Jim Jackson: "Seeing stars, Melchiott nearly falls to the mat.  Seeing her opponent weakened, Nao Fook Mi grabs Melchiott into a half-nelson before tossing him to the mat with the half-and-half!  Melchiott gets back to his feet, only to eat a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and to the floor!  As Melchiott attempts to recover on the outside, Nao Fook Mi measures him up before running and sliding underneath the ropes, but Melchiott manages to side-step her!  Melchiott grabs Nao Fook Mi and goes to throw her into the steel steps, but instead turns and sends her into the ring.  Melchiott climbs on the apron as he attempts to reenter the ring, but Nao Fook Mi knocks him back to the floor with a knee before leaping over the ropes and onto Melchiott with a dive!"

Brad Blood: "I actually like what Nao Fook Mi did there.  She took advantage of Alexander's hesitation and maintained the advantage in this match."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi rolls Melchiott back into the ring before climbing onto the turnbuckle.  She waits for Melchiott to get back to his feet, but Melchiott takes his time before turning towards Fook Mi.  Fook Mi leaps for a crossbody, but Melchiott casually steps out of the way, having seen Nao Fook Mi perched beforehand... but Nao Fook Mi manages to land as gracefully as you can from that move and catches Melchiott with another dropkick."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott gets to his feet only to catch a jumping knee right to the face.  Melchiott's stunned!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi grabs her opponent's head and puts him in a facelock before running to the turnbuckle, but Melchiott has the move scouted!  He manages to slip free, grab Nao Fook Mi by the waist and run her into the turnbuckle before rolling her to the mat.  Pulling Nao Fook Mi back to her feet, Melchiott traps her arms in front of her before lifting Nao Fook Mi into the air and dropping her to the mat with a bridging german suplex that he calls the Moonlight Delight!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood: "Nao Fook Mi manages to get out at two.  Melchiott looks a bit irked by the situation, but soon measures her up... he's ready for the spear!"

Jim Jackson: "Something catches Melchiott's attention... it's Nao Fook Yu!  She's come out here to support her sister!  Melchiott is visibly aggitated by her pressence!  He turns his back on Nao Fook Mi and begins yelling at Nao Fook Yu, telling her to go the back.  Nao Fook Mi takes advantage of the situation to roll Alexander up from behind!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott took his eyes off of the prize and it nearly cost him there!  Both wrestlers are quick to get to their feet.  Melchiott catches Nao Fook Mi and lifts her onto his shoulders.  She fights out of it with elbows to the jaw before charging at Melchiott... but Melchiott sends her up and over the ropes!  She landed hard on the outside!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu goes to check on her sister after that hard landing.  Melchiott looks content to recover on the inside until he sees Nao Fook Yu.  Sliding out of the ring, Melchiott grabs Nao Fook Yu and pulls her away from her sister before shoving her back.  He's telling her that this is between him and Nao Fook Mi!  He's telling her to get lost!"

Brad Blood: "He's right, this is between Nao Fook Mi and Alexander Melchiott!  Nao Fook Yu has no business out here!  Realizing that Nao Fook Yu doesn't speak English, Melchiott dismisses her before turning back to Nao Fook Mi."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi manages to catch Melchiott with a kick to the gut before bouncing his face off of the apron.  Nao Fook Mi rolls Melchiott back into the ring before climbing back onto the top rope.  Alexander turns right into a missile dropkick!  With Melchiott dazed, Nao Fook Mi tries to lock in her submission hold, but Melchiott manages to flip her overtop and to the mat.  Nao Fook Mi turns right into jumping double knees from Melchiott!"

Brad Blood: "The shotgun knees dropped Nao Fook Mi!  She looks vulnerable and Alexander knows it!  But... he's caught sight of Nao Fook Yu on the outside again!  Melchiott looks livid that she has yet to leave!  He's returned to yelling at her."

Jim Jackson: "MELCHIOTT JUST SPIT ON NAO FOOK YU!  Melchiott turns back to Nao Fook Mi, but before he can continue the match, Nao Fook Yu slides in and tackles him to the mat!  She's laying into him!  The referee has no choice but to call for the bell!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by a disqualification... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

Jim Jackson: "Alexander manages to slip free of Nao Fook Yu and escapes the ring.  Nao Fook Yu tries to pursue him, but Nao Fook Mi stops her sister.  Melchiott yells some harsh words towards the sisters before turning and heading to the back."

Brad Blood: "But look!  With his back turned towards the sisters Alexander doesn't even try to hide it!  He's laughing!  He knew full well what he was doing!"

Jim Jackson: "You're right, Brad!  Alexander is seemingly proud of the action he undertook here tonight in creating yet another win for himself."

Brad Blood: "You can say what you want about Alexander, but he's managing to pick up win after win without having to exert the effort to defeat his opponent!  Now that is brilliant."






The camera hard cuts to Johnny Fortune, looks directly into the camera.

Johnny Fortune: "What do you want cameraman? An interview? You want me to try to take El Loco seriously? Please, that man is filled with nothing but a falsehood of machismo and delusions of being some paragon of the Light Heavyweight title. You see, when a grown man dresses like a ghost he is subject to the chaos. He has earned his brutal defeat at the hands of the Chaotic God. I have very few qualms with you El Loco, except that you have been placed in my way. You make me laugh, personally I like to laugh. Oh, and believe me I will be laughing tonight. Laughing when I take the belt into my hands, laugh when Alice Aoi calls my name in victory, and laughing when I picture Lee Morrison's face."


Johnny Fortune stands up and leaves the area as the camera fades to black.




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Re: Chaos Supreme 01/11/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 12, 2015 3:48 am



The scene opens in the backstage area showing a pink bed sheet and a blue bed sheet covering two figures obviously to look like ghosts. As Soon as the voices start it is obvious who they are.

Felipe Shido: "Oooooooohhhh!"

El Loco: "Oooooooooohhhh!"

Felipe and El Loco : "We're the spirits of justice."

Felipe Shido: "The spirits of the light heavyweight and tag team divisions."

El Loco: "It doesn't matter if you're Johnny Fortune or Boy Bakla holmes coming after my title."

Felipe Shido: "Nor a tag team in our way."

Felipe and El Loco: "Because you don't stand... a ghost of a chance. Nyahahahaha!"

El Loco pulls off his blue bedsheet, Felipe then proceeds to pull off his pink bed sheet.

El Loco: "For it is I numero uno El Loco."

Felipe Shido: "and I Felipe Shidos I mean Shido FUCK!!!!"

El Loco and Felipe Shido: "We're The Rollercoaster of Love and we're too spooky for you."

El Loco and Felipe Shido start shaking the camera like a point of view horror movie before hitting the power button.








VS

Jim Jackson:  "Well coming up next is a match everyone is clearly waiting for!  That's right folks El Loco versus Johnny Fortune for the RoC Lightweight Championship in a ladder match!  And joining us in the announce table tonight doing special commentary is one of the more popular lightweights here in the RoC roster...  BOY BAKLA!"

Brad Blood:  "Wait wha?  Why didn't I know of thi..."

Boy Bakla:  "Why thank you for having me Jim.  Hello Brad."

Jim Jackson:  "Well we're glad to have you here Bakla."

Brad Blood:  "W-What is this loser fairy doing here?!  You're not wanted here!  Shoo!  Shoo!"

Boy Bakla:  "Hihihi, you're so cute all flustered like that Brad.  Ain't he a cutie-pie Jim?"

Brad Blood:  "ARRGH!!!  Keep your hands off of my ba........"

Jim Jackson:  "Oh look!  Alice is about to introduce the wrestlers~!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a ladder match and is for the RoC Lightweight Championship!  Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from The Urban Jungle...  He is the current and reigning RoC Lightweight Champion...  EL LOCO!!!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "What a loud pop from the crowd.  El Loco certainly is pretty over with the fans."

Boy Bakla:  "Speaking of pop...   That reminds me of a story...  You know when I popped Brad's ass che..."

Brad Blood:  "I WAS DRUNK AND LONEL...  YOU PROMISED WE'LL NEVER TALK ABOUT THAT EVER AGAIN!!!"

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, the challenger, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District of San Francisco, California...  THE FORTUNATE ONE...  THE CHAOTIC GOD...  JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

The lights in the building go dark and after a few seconds "Chaos Theory" By ShockOne begins to play and strobe lights begin to flash in the arena as a figure dressed in a leather jacket spray painted in orange and green glow in the dark spray paint and jean shorts and pink hair is seen among the crowd. He walks among the arena slapping random fans in the back of the head and laughing all the way until he reaches the barricade in which he jumps on top as the strobe lights cut as soon as the lines "Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you Chaos theory" Are played over the sound system. Johnny Fortune hops from the barricade and into the ring shaking ropes and twitching his head looking back and forth waiting for something to happen. He rips off his jacket and throws it in the face of Alice Aoi. Laughing all the way as he sits atop one of the turnbuckles.

Jim Jackson:  "Here comes Johnny Fortune who got this title shot after winning a four-way elimination match.  An elimination match where he beat you Bakla, after you did most of the work eliminating the other wrestlers."

Boy Bakla:  "What can I say?  I make no excuses Jim, he beat me fair and square, you may not agree with his tactics but it wasn't illegal...  The wheel continues to turn and soon enough I'm sure I'll get my chance again."

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!  Both wrestlers start grappling each other in a test of strength.  There are ladders set up outside the ring, the first one to use those ladders to climb up and take the belt down will be the RoC champ!   Looks like Johnny Fortune gets the upper hand!  He now has El Loco in a headlock!  El Loco shoves Fortune to the ropes... Dropkick by El Loco... No!  The Fortunate One hangs on the ropes and El Loco hits nothing but air!  El Loco stands back up again...  Lariat by Fortune flips him over!  Fortune with a tiger suplex...  El Loco hits the mat hard!"

Boy Bakla:  "Sneaky as he is, we can clearly see that Johnny is definitely skilled.  In fact he is one of the more skilled wrestlers in the lightweight division...  I wonder if he's as skilled in bed as he is in the ring...  Right Brad?"

Brad Blood:  "Why are you asking me that?!  I don't know and I don't want to kno...   Wait!  Johnny exits the ring, he's going for a ladder!  Johnny shoves the ladder into the ring and enters.  He begins to set up the ladder in the middle of the ring."

Jim Jackson:  "A couple of hard shots to El Loco by The Fortunate One.  Johnny Fortune wants to make sure he is unhindered when he climbs that ladder...  Fortune goes for one last punch...  He pulls his arms back...  BLOCKED BY EL LOCO!  El Loco fires off with a couple of jabs...  Irish whip sends Fortune to the ropes!  Back body drop by El Loco...  Fortune goes flying...  RIGHT INTO THE LADDER HE SET UP BACK FIRST!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh dear...  That'll leave a mark...  This is why I hate ladder matches...  The bruises and cuts after the match...  It just mars my beauty...  It takes a whole bunch of make-up to cover up my injuries after ladder matches...  Vanity does have it's drawbacks..."

Brad Blood:  "Who cares about what you look like after a match?  Besides, why are you ogling at Johnny like that?"

Boy Bakla:  "Aww...  Jelly Brad?  Are you jelly?!"

Brad Blood:  "I'M NOT JELLY!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco has been wearing Johnny Fortune down slowly with a series of kicks.  Fortune is trapped in the corner as El Loco kicks away at his midsection.  El Loco with a bulldog from the corner...  He plants The Chaotic God into the canvas!   Wait...  El Loco sets up the ladder it seems like he's gonna go for the title...  Wait!  Fortune somehow gets up and grabs El Loco from behind!  German suplex!  OH!!!  That folded El Loco in half!  Fortune grabs the ladder...  He smashes it into El Loco's ribs!  Fortune continues to smash the ladder into El Loco's midsection!"

Brad Blood:  "Not only his ribs Jim, Johnny also went for his lungs, his liver, his kidneys and his intestines!  El Loco is writhing in pain in the middle of the ring.  Johnny may use this chance to climb for the gold."

Boy Bakla:  "And there goes Johnny...  He's slowly climbing up the ladder...  Speaking of ladders...  I think I have a ladder in my stockings right now...  Oh dear, and these were such a nice pair too..."

Jim Jackson:  "The Fortunate One has made it to the top of the ladder...  Wait!  The ladder is rocking!  El Loco is rocking the ladder!  EL LOCO PUSHES THE LADDER OVER AND FORTUNE FALLS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES INTO THE OUTSIDE!  The ladder lands on the ropes...  EL LOCO RUNS ON THE LADDER RUNG AND LEAPS!  SENTON SMASHES INTO FORTUNE!  The crowd is going wild!"

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

Boy Bakla:  "Ah yes, the nimbleness of youth.   El Loco should bring out his aerial arsenal if he wants to retain his championship.  Compared to Johnny who is more grounded, El Loco has some good high flying maneuvers he can use to his advantage."

Brad Blood:  "Well El Loco is now shoving a second ladder into the ring...  He's setting the ladder up...  El Loco begins his ascent up the ladder and his belt!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh my, looks like that senton to the outside added to the damage those ladder shots by Johnny earlier has taken some toll on El Loco's body, it is clear he is in pain as he makes his way up that ladder...  I wonder if El Loco wants to try my magic finger massage technique...  It can massage away all those sore spots guaranteed, remember Brad?  You were in heav..."

Brad Blood:  "Magic fingers?  What magic fingers?  I don't know what you are talking about!  Wait!  Johnny Fortune has somehow gotten back to his feet!  He leaps to the ring apron and pushes the ladder on which lands on the side of El Loco's ladder!  Fortune leaps over the top rope and into his ladder!  He's making his way up his ladder and meets El Loco where both ladders intersect!"

Jim Jackson:  "Big shots fired from Johnny Fortune rocks El Loco!  Fortune slams El Loco's head into the ladder!  El Loco loses balance and falls backwards!  El Loco's leg is caught in one of the ladder rung as he hangs upside down!  The Fortunate One sees his chance and begins to climb up the ladder!  El Loco manages to pull himself up...  He clings on Fortune's body!  Fortune tries to push El Loco off of him...  El Loco switches ladder!  He's now on Fortune's ladder...  BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX FROM THE LADDER!  FORTUNE IS DOWN!  EL LOCO HAS HOOKED HIS LEGS ON THE LADDER TO KEEP HIMSELF FROM FALLING OVER!  THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

Brad Blood:  "Well all El Loco needs to do now is to pulls himself back right-side up and get his belt...  Though it seems he is having a hard time doing so...  El Loco slowly tries to get himself upright...  Will he make it?"

Boy Bakla:  "He does!  Flexibility and upper body strength...  El Loco is impressive on both counts...  He is close to retaining his belt as he continues to climb up that ladder..."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco slowly pulls himself up the ladder...  He's almost to the top...  El Loco reaches out to try and grab the belt...  He's a step short!  He climbs another rung...  JOHNNY FORTUNE SOMEHOW SHOVES THE LADDER!  THE LADDER TILTS!  EL LOCO FALLS OFF!  HIS NECK BOUNCING OFF THE TOP ROPE!  El Loco was so close!  Fortune tries to pry himself from the canvas using the ropes...  It is clear that he is also hurting.  Fortune gets back up to his feet and slowly approaches El Loco!  El Loco is lying on the ground facing the floor Fortune ties the legs of El Loco around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of El Loco's head and  brutally forces the head of El Loco to the ground with his foot. El Loco just experienced the Chaotic Communion!  This leaves Fortune enough time to climb that ladder and possibly take that belt down!"

Boy Bakla:  "And if that happens, I'll gladly relieve him of that belt.  That RoC Lightweight title deserves to be around my fabulous waist."

Brad Blood:  "You need to start winning matches first you fruitcake, you know in case you've forgotten the feeling, it's pinning someone's shoulder down one two three!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh I remember pinning YOUR shoulders down and I'm sure it was was more than a count of three Brad.  And as I remember it, you enjoyed it quite a..."

Brad Blood:  "THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN!!!"

Boy Bakla:  "Sure it didn't..."

Boy Bakla gives Brad Blood a mischievous wink...

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune has made his way up the ladder!  He's reaching up for the belt!  We may have a new champion soon!  Wait!  El Loco is shaking off the cobwebs!  He sees Fortune up on the ladder!  El Loco leaps on the top rope...  SPRINGBOARD TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER!  El Loco slips between the ladder rung!  HE'S INSIDE THE LADDER!  El Loco lands heavy punches to Fortune's body!  He slips out from the side of the ladder and makes his way to Fortune's back!  Fortune with and elbow connects to El Loco's head!  Fortune going for a neckbreaker from the ladder!  NO!  EL LOCO SHOVES FORTUNE OFF!  FORTUNE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET!  EL LOCO FROM THE LADDER!  FLYING CROSSBODY!  FORTUNE GETS FLATTENED!  The crowd is chanting!"

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

Boy Bakla:  "Oh my, looks like El Loco is feeding off the energy of the crowd!  It's adrenaline now runnning through his veins, keeping him standing...  That same adrenaline that's making him ignore the pain his body is going through.  Speaking of pain...  Did you know that Brad's a masoch..."

Brad Blood:  "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco wants to put Johnny Fortune away!  He's going for the top turnbuckle.  He's signalling for his signature shooting star press...  El Loco flies...  JOHNNY FORTUNE GETS HIS KNEES UP ON THE LAST MOMENT!  EL LOCO IS DOWN!  Both wrestlers are down!  The amount of damage the bodies of these wrestlers are taking...  The Chaotic God gets back up to his feet...  He gets a ladder and wedges it in the middle rope!  He grabs El Loco and hoists him over his shoulders in a fireman carry!  He's gonna slam El Loco into the ladder!  Wait!  El Loco starts battling out with hard elbows!  El Loco slips free!  Enzuigiri!  Fortune is down!  El Loco grabs Fortune's legs...  Fortune's head is under the ladder he set up...  SLINGSHOT RIGHT INTO THE LADDER!  JOHNNY FORTUNE IS BUSTED OPEN!"

Boy Bakla:  "Tsk tsk tsk...  I hope that doesn't leave a scar...  It'd be a shame if that cute face of his gets a scar..."

Brad Blood:  "Why are you worried about Johnny like that?  Ain't he a rival in the lightweight division?"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh he is!  But of course, but that doesn't change the fact that he's cute..."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco starts to climb up the ladder again...   This time he is slower than before from all the damage it has soaked up.  The Fortunate One slowly climbs back up to his feet as he wipes the blood from his brows...  He grabs El Loco from behind and tries to throw him off the ladder!   El Loco lands on his feet he spins Johnny Fortune around...  lariat misses!  Fortune with an Irish whip sends El Loco to the ropes...  Fortune follows up with a stiff clothesline!  BOTH MEN FALL OVER THE TOP ROPE AND BACK TO THE OUTSIDE!  Both men are down!  It's Fortune who gets back up to his feet first!  He's grabbing a ladder!  El Loco slowly rises to his feet...  He turns around...  FORTUNE KNOCKS HIM DOWN WITH THE LADDER!  Fortune drags El Loco's leg and sandwiches it between the ladder legs...  Fortune climbs to the apron...  He's going for a leg drop!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!  El Loco pulls free at the last second and Fortune gets nothing but ladder!  So much for that plan..."

Brad Blood:  "Fortune is clutching his leg in pain, El Loco may have escaped getting his leg broken in half but he's still lying on the ground.  Taking his time to recover!"

Boy Bakla:  "Well both men certainly need a breather by now...  These ladder matches really take a lot out of you both mentally and physically.  I've been in a lot and each time after each of these ladder matches, I have trouble getting out of bed the next day!"

Jim Jackson:  "I can imagine Bakla, the crowd is now chanting for El Loco.  El Loco again feeding on the crowd's support slowly pulls himself up!  El Loco leaps to the ring apron just as Johnny Fortune pulls himself and limps up the steel steps...  Both men enter the ring again!  Fortune charges in with a clothesline!  El Loco ducks and sends Fortune to the canvas with a flapjack!   El Loco puts his opponents head between his legs...  It's his finisher The Locomotion!  If this connects...  WAIT!  The Fortunate One counters with a back body drop!  Fortune pulls El Loco to his feet...  Fortune wraps his hands around the back of El Loco's head and swiftly drives his knee into the head of El Loco...  WAIT!  EL LOCO GETS BOTH HIS ARMS UP AND BLOCKS THE UNFORTUNATE END!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh wow!  The amount of excitement in this match is making me feel so hot and excited!   Don't you want to help me cool down Brad?"

Brad Blood:  "DON'T TOUCH ME!!!  KEEP THOSE MAGIC FINGERS AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE~!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune charges towards El Loco with a discus clothesline...  El Loco intercepts him with a superkick!  Wait!  Fortune barely dodges the superkick!  Fortune tries to counter with a knee...  El Loco grabs Fortune's head and leaps towards the ropes...  SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT!   Fortune is down!  The crowd is cheering for El Loco...  The champ goes for the ladder and sets it up properly...  He begins to climb up the ladder!   El Loco slowly makes his way up the ladder...  Wait!  Fortune is stirring and slowly rises to his feet!  El Loco sees Fortune!  He stops climbing!  He leaps from the ladder with a head scissor...  Hurricanra...  NO!!!  FORTUNE COUNTERS IT INTO A POWERBOMB!  That shook the ring!"

Boy Bakla:  "Looks like the tide has turned and now Johnny has a chance to claim the title!   Seriously this match has made me all tingly inside!  One moment it's El Loco who's in control and the next moment it's Johnny!  Speaking of control..."

Brad Blood:  "NO WE'RE NOT SPEAKING OF CONTROL!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune realizes his opponent is down and that it's his chance to get the belt...  Fortune slowly climbs the ladder!  The crowd is still cheering for El Loco!  LOOK!  EL LOCO IS ANSWERING TO THE CROWD!  HE'S USING THE LADDER AND PULLING HIMSELF UP ON THE OTHER SIDE!  It's now a race as both wrestlers slowly climb up the ladder! So far both men are more or less even on their ascent up the ladder!   The Chaotic God finally reaches the top of the ladder but so has El Loco!  Both men reach for the belt!  With both men each with one hand on the belt they start trading punches!  BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND FORTH!  El Loco with a big punch sends Fortune reeling, Fortune still holding on to the belt pulls himself back and uses the momentum to land a punch towards El Loco!   Both men are using the last of their strength to hold on to that belt!  Whoever lets go first will be the loser!"

Boy Bakla:  "Oh dear!  Each blow they land at each other is making the ladder rock more and more...  Oh my!  The ladder is tipping over!  THE LADDER JUST TIPPED OVER!  BOTH MEN ARE HANGING ON TO THE BELT IN MID-AIR!  They are trying to kick and knee each other!  Oh no!  The buckle of the belt is coming undone with the weight of both men...   AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Brad Blood:  "HOLY CRAP THE BELT CLASP HAS COME UNDONE AND BOTH MEN FALL TO THE CANVAS!!!  What the...   BOTH MEN ARE STILL HOLDING ON TO THE TITLE?!  WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!"

Jim Jackson:  "The referee don't know how to call this!  He's looking at the replay footage!  It looks like both men still holding on to the belt hit the canvas at the same time!"

"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.  Lee Morrison the general manager of Ring of Chaos makes his way down the ramp and into the ring where he confers with the referee.

Boy Bakla:  "Looks like the boss has made a decision...   The referee is calling for the bell as he motions Alice Aoi over!  So who won?"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen due to the circumstances of this match, let us welcome our co-RoC Lightweight Champions...   EL LOCO AND JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Wait what?!  Both El Loco and Johnny Fortune have been declared co-champions?!"

Lee Morrison grabs the mic from Alice Aoi.

Lee Morrison:  "That's right, due to the special circumstance of how this match ended and not taking away what is due to both wrestlers, I have decided that they shall share this championship for now!  Meaning all their title defenses shall be defended TOGETHER!  Now of course this could be an advantage because the challenger will be booked in a handicap match but if these two don't get along, then being co-champions will be a burden.  Either way, this championship reign will certainly become interesting."

With that, Lee Morrison drops the mic and exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp as "Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing on the loud speakers.  El Loco and Johnny Fortune look stunned at the announcement as the referee raises both their arms and medics check up on them.

Boy Bakla:  "Well I didn't see that coming..."

Brad Blood:  "Neither did El Loco and Johnny...  Neither did El Loco and Johnny..."

Boy Bakla:  "And they won't see this either..."

Jim Jackson:  "WHAT THE?!  BOY BAKLA JUST ENTERED THE RING WITH A STEEL CHAIR!"

THWACK!  THWACK!

Jim Jackson:  "BAKLA JUST LAID BOTH EL LOCO AND JOHNNY FORTUNE OUT WITH STEEL CHAIR SHOTS TO THE HEAD!"

Boy Bakla:  "So the bitch is back and I'm done playin' nice!  I'm going after that title, and I don't care if I have to pin the both of you to get it!  So prepare your pretty little asses..."

Brad Blood:  "Bakla just issued a challenge!  How will El Loco and Johnny react after they recover from that chair shot?!  OH EWWWWWW!  BAKLA JUST GAVE BOTH UNCONSCIOUS EL LOCO AND JOHNNY BIG WET ONES!  OH EEEEEEEEW!"

Jim Jackson:  "You say eww but you're getting a woody!"






Jim Jackson:  "What a night here in RoC, tonight we saw a new menace join the RoC roster, we saw The Church disband, we also saw a new side of Alexander Melchiott and to top things out we have our first double champion!"

Brad Blood:  "Double champions who got Frenched by Bakla!  I'm seriously waiting for the fallout of tonight's events!"

Jim Jackson:  "As does all of the viewers and fans watching tonight!  But alas it's time to say goodbye...  So until next time...  Good fight and good night!"



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