Chaos Supreme 05/03/2015

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Chaos Supreme 05/03/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon May 04, 2015 2:30 am



VS

Brad Blood: "It's time to bring the lamb to the slaughter. Warning: The first five rows are splash zones and audience members may be drenched in blood."

Jim Jackson: "That may be true as Ring of Chaos' resident pornstar, Maximus Orgasmus, sets into the ring against the Savage Behemoth from the Amazon jungle, Entropy, and with only Marcus Troy controlling him, things could go from bad to worse in a matter of seconds."

Brad Blood: "Just ask Joe Jobber. Last time Entropy threw him about like rag doll. Even a homeless man who was unlucky enough to find himself in the path of Entropy may have just been killed by his hands. All thanks to Allister King, who used him like a human shield in order to save his own skin."

Jim Jackson: "The only one to blame is Troy for unleashing a monster of destruction upon this company. Let's send it over to Alice for the introductions."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 223 pounds, from Fucking, Austria... MAXIMUS ORGASMUS!"

"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye starts playing on the speakers as steam rises from the top of the entrance ramp... Dancing out seductively, Maximus Orgasmus grinds his way down the entrance ramp and into the ring.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, being accompanied to the ring by Marcus Troy, standing at 7 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 390 pounds...  ENTROPY!"

The light goes dark as "The Last Steampunk Waltz" by Ghostfire starts to play on the speakers.  A spotlight shines upon the opening of the entrance tunnel as Marcus Troy steps out from the back.  With a grin on his face and a gesture from his hand, steam begins to rise covering the whole area.  Marcus Troy steps forward and suddenly the hulking form of Entropy comes forth rendering gasps from the crowd.  Leading his client down the ramp Marcus Troy smirks in amusement at the crowd's fear of Entropy who hulks into the ring and prepares for his match.

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

DING!

Brad Blood: "OH! Straight away Max gets turned inside out with a vicious lariat that must have flipped him two or three times before hitting the mat. Entropy grabs him with two hands across his feet, picks him up and slams him over the top rope with a two handed chokeslam."

Jim Jackson: "He steps over the top rope and goes after his opponent. He is now bending Orgasmus across the ring post, trying to rip him in half. But he released his hold over the arms and instead swings him like a baseball bat into the barricade."

Brad Blood: "Entropy tosses the motionless body of Maximus back into the ring and follows him in. He lifts him up in an invented military press and stares at troy. Troy nods and OH MY GOD! He just Bane'd him! He may have just severed the spinal cord with that sick backbreaker across his knee and with that much height and force behind it, Orgasmus might just have had his career ended!"

Jim Jackson: "With one hand wrapped around the throat, he lifts Maximus up of the mat and throws him into the air. Entropy catches Orgasmus in a powerbomb and slams him into the mat, not once, not twice but three times before pinning him. THE CHAOS THEOREM!!"

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

Ding! Ding! Ding!

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

Brad Blood: "Wee-Woo Wee-Woo Wee-Woo Here comes the ambulance!"

Jim Jackson: "Entropy and Troy are just leaving the ring and letting the EMTs take care of Orgasmus. But the damage may be to extreme to even recover from. Either way, no one has managed to stand up after a beating by his hands and unfortunately he has only been getting started."








Jim Jackson: "Good evening ladies and gents and welcome to another great night of wrestling.  We have a great line up of matches for everyone watching tonight including a battle for the RoC Lightweight Championship between Felipe Shido and Johnny Fortune and an elimination chamber match for the first ever ROC WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP!"

Brad Blood: "That's right Jim, six pairs of boobies, though one does belong to a tranny but they do look fabulous, just put a paper bag on Bakla's head and you'll forget that she was once a he!"

Jim Jackson: "That is just so offensive in so many levels Brad!  Anyway, before my idiot partner can do more damage on the mic, IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura walks slowly out onto the stage, displaying the RoC World Championship Belt upon his shoulder. He stops at the very top of the ramp and lowers the belt to his mid section, before raising it quickly above his head, fireworks blast out behind him. The Champ returns the belt to his shoulder and walks down the ramp, extending his hand for fans to high five. He lumbers up the stairs and takes a positon in the middle of the ring, Raising the Championship Belt over head.

Ray Kamaura: "I did! I am The Champion! Years of trying, Years of suffering, climbing to the top, falling back down. I Finally became the The Best Wrestler in the world. And Who do I have to thank for all of this? YOU!"

The Ring of Chaos World Champion pointed out to the fans. The Crowd cheers.

Ray Kamaura: "You all believed in me, you continued to support me throughout all this. This Journey of growth, and learning. Now I promise you all, If you continue to support me... I WILL NEVER LOSE THIS TITLE!"

"RAY! RAY! RAY!" The Crowd chanted.

Ray Kamaura: "Anyway, I'm still sore from two weeks ago, so how about we get this show rolling?"

Ray Kamaura handed his mic over to a ref and lumbered out of the arena.






The scene opens backstage with Christy Chase on the mic.

Christy Chase: "Tonight, I was given a chance...  A chance to finally get back at Desiré for everything that she has done.  In that steel structure, you shall not have anywhere to go...  You see, while the other girls battle for the RoC Women's Title, I have only one target in my mind and that target is you Desiré.  You have given me hatred and you've fed that hatred making it grow...  So tonight, I shall purge this hatred as I purge Ring of Chaos of YOU!"

Christy Chase drops the mic and walks off as the scene fades to black.






The camera slowly zooms in as the sound of heavy breathing is heard.  Two figures, female, twins, stand inside a ring, sparring with each other...  Identical at first glance but further observation will yield distinct differences in their fighting style, one more aggressive while the other one is based on counters.  The two girls take a break as the camera zooms close to one of them.

Nao Fook Mi:  "Well what do you think sis?  Are we ready for the match tonight?  We may have lost our chance at the tag titles but one of us should be able to win the RoC Women Title."

The camera pans to the other girl.


Nao Fook Yu wipes her sweat and takes a gulp of water before replying.

Nao Fook Yu:  "我們已經準備好..."


Fook Mi interrupts her sister.

Nao Fook Mi:  "You can drop the act sis, I know you can speak English as well as I can."


Fook Yu grins as she steps closer to her sister.

Nao Fook Yu:  "Fine, I was hoping to keep things up for little longer...  Yeah, we're as ready as we can be.  Tonight, it's either you or me who will step out the RoC Women's Champion...  Until then we stick to the plan...  An alliance to get everyone else eliminated until only the two of us remain..."

Fook Yu grins as she hugged her sister, she then whispers in her ear.

Nao Fook Yu:  "I'll be looking forward to fighting you again seriously...  Last time we did this was six years ago...  This time though, you won't beat me."

Fook Yu walks back to the center of the ring...

Nao Fook Yu:  "So...  Let's go one more round?"

Fook Mi smiles as she walks over and both girls take up a fighting stance as the scene fades to black.




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Re: Chaos Supreme 05/03/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon May 04, 2015 2:36 am



VS

Jim Jackson:  "We open up tonight with a match between two rivals who so far have not been able to end their feud."

Brad Blood:  "Somebody shoot me now...  Not another DS versus Kenta match...  Just how many times do we have to go through this?"

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!"

The lights turn back on and on top of the entrance ramp 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 then slowly walks into the ring where he sits in a corner.

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!"

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

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 and..."

KA-CHAK!

Brad Blood:  "What the...  The lights!  Someone turned off the lights!"

KA-CHAK!

Jim Jackson:  "Looks like the lights have come back on and...  HOLY CRAP!  ENTROPY!  ENTROPY IS IN THE RING STANDING BETWEEN DEMONIC STINKER AND TK KENTA!"

Brad Blood:  "Both DS and Kenta look confused...  DS charges!"

Jim Jackson:  "And Entropy catches him!   Entropy lifts his opponent up his shoulders and powerbombs his opponent down the mat, not once, not twice, but three times executing a chaotic Chaos Theorem!   Demonic Stinker is laid out on the canvas!  He's not moving at all!"

Brad Blood:  "Kenta is jumping with glee!  He's celebrating the destruction of his rival!  He walks over to Entropy and offers his hand..."

Jim Jackson:  "Entropy grabs him!  Entropy hoists his opponent across his shoulders, one arm across his opponent's neck and the other across the leg, he then pulls his arms down applying pressure on his opponent's back executing an excruciating Discord's Song.  He's gonna break TK Kenta in half!"

KE-RACK!

Brad Blood:  "And he just did!  He drops Kenta's lifeless body on the canvas on top of DS!  Wait!  Is that Marcus Troy?  Marcus Troy has entered the ring with a mic!"

Marcus Troy:  "Tonight an example has been made...  An example to what happens to the weak.  An example to what happens to those who are unimportant.  An example to those who try as they may, will always be relegated to be nothing more than jobbers, cannon fodder...  But this is only the beginning...  Entropy has arrived and with him he brings a torrent of chaos ready to swallow Ring of Chaos whole!  But we are not unreasonable...  This is but a warning to the rest of the roster, we will give you all a chance to do the smart thing..."

Marcus Troy starts chuckling as Entropy roars out loud sending shivers down the spine of everyone watching.  The duo then exits the ring as "The Last Steampunk Waltz" by Ghostfire starts to play on the speakers and they both disappear to the back.

Jim Jackson:  "What an unexpected turn of events!"

Brad Blood:  "Unexpected?  Yes.  Awesome?  HELL YEAH!"

Jim Jackson:  "Marcus Troy has brought out his monster, how will the roster stand up to Entropy?  How will they react to Troy's threat?  Only time will tell."






"King Kunta" is heard around the arena and the boos instantly begin. Not because of the song. It's a great song. It's because that shitposter Rafik Arfah is entering the ring.


Rafik Arfah: "Hi phaggots. It's me. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAFIK!"

Jim Jackson: "Why is he talking like that? I'm not a phaggot. I know who he is. No need to drag out his first name."

Brad Blood: "Are you a special kind of dolt?"

Jim Jackson: "No. But your mom is. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

Brad Blood:  "Get out."

Rafik Arfah: "Stop the banter you two. I need to address these sub-humans in the crowd."

The crowd boos.

Rafik Arfah: "I am amazing. I beat that jobber last week who's name doesn't matter because he is a jobber. You are probably thinking "why is he bragging about his win if he claims his opponent is a jobber?" the answer is shut up."

Jim Jackson: "He is just rambling so his promo appears long. Get to the point."

Rafik Arfah: "Shut your mouth, Jim. I heard you two disparaging me last week. Who hands you the scripts? AVRIC?"

Jim Jackson: "No one gets your inside jokes!!!!"

Rafik Arfah: "I will be facing Taufik. He is a Muslim. I am Muslim. We are both Muslim. It will be the battle of the halal. I will prove I am the superior wrestler AND best Muslim on earth when I defeat him."

Jim Jackson: "We don't need two arrogant Muslims."

Rafik Arfah: "Jim you wrinkly bitch.. You have a point. We don't need two Muslims. We just need one. I am the one. I have a 5 star idea. If I lose to Taufik, I will convert to a religion of the audience's choosing. What can go wrong? I know I won't lose. I have the superior promo skills. Muh moveset emulates the best of all time. I am gold."

Brad Blood: "I can't wait for the battle of the mussies!"

Rafik Arfah: "Taufik, we had heat since I joined ROC. You keep ignoring me in the fed chatbox. I will rupture your anal cavity, hoe."

Rafik Arfah does 4 crotch chops and leaves the ring. A picture of a man in a thong flashes on the screen for 2 seconds.





"Freakshow" by Skillet blasting through the speakers as Taufik, with a microphone in his hand walks out to the seas of boos from the fans and following behind him was Jamal.  He spits on the floor before looking at Odin and instructs him to walk behind him as he makes his way to the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he praises Allah and enters the ring looking at the fans with the looks of disgust while Odin enters the ring. He looks around at the fans as they're still jeering him as he calm himself down and gives out a smile before he starts to speak.

Taufik: "Peace upon... You, people, don't deserve the greetings that I'm about to give."

The fans jeer in unison but Taufik doesn't care at all.

Taufik: "Later tonight, I will be facing a man that thinks that he all great by just having a match against someone who I can beat without even breaking a sweat. Does he thinks that he has a shot to beat me? Think again because I feel that you're delusional. I will make sure that you won't be the same after tonight and that's all I have to say about you because you don't even deserve to be mentioned by me."

He drops the mic and Odin pull the ropes for me as they head back to the locker room as the scene fades to black.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Well our next contest scheduled tonight, is Rafik Arfah vs Taufik. Two newcomers to RoC."

Brad Blood: "Rafik? Taufik? Who really gives a fik!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, standing in at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel....  RAFIK ARFAH!"

Rafik Arfah makes his route to the ring. He thanks Allah for keeping him alive for another week and walks down the ramp. He directs crotch chops at the fans while sticking his tongue out as he enters the ring. Rafik enters the ring and forces the announcer to too sweet him.

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 225 pounds, hailing from Singapore, "The Saviour"...  TAUFIK!"

Taufik sneaks up from under the ring with Mighty Odin and blindside's Rafik Arfah.  He then steps down from the ring and hands a note to Jim Jackson.

Jim Jackson: "The referee, Jack B. Quick tries to separate Odin from Rafik after that attack from behind. Taufik refused to fight and has sent Odin to do his dirty work.  In fact the note that was just handed to me by Taufik himself states that he will let his new pupil Mighty Odin to sub for him tonight. The ref is manages to get Odin to back off and is checking to see if Rafik can continue the match."

Brad Blood: "So wait, now it's Odin fighting Rafik?"

Jim Jackson: "It is unorthodox but seems so."

The change in the card gets confirmed and Alice proceeds with the introductions.

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, Mighty Odin has replaced Taufik in this match!  The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick!  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Brad Blood: "Just as the bells rings, Odin flies in with a kick to the gut followed closely by a double arm DDT. He hooks the leg."

Jack B. Quick: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Just a two count. He stalks his opponent and waits for him to before running in with the knee lift. He brings him to his feet and lifts him up high for the suplex. Rafik slides down the back of Odin and throws him with the german suplex. Odin rolls to his feet but is caught with a vicious lariat."

Brad Blood: "Rafik is wisely using the time to recover from the pre-match assault. Odin is up and swings a right hand but is ducked and hit with an emerald fusion. In for the cover."

Jack B. Quick: "One!"

Jim Jackson: "Shoulder up just after two but without losing a beat, it is transitioned into a snap suplex, slamming odin hard on the canvas. Rafik is now getting pumped, Clothesline after clothesline after clothesline. Back suplex followed by the hook of the leg but breaks out before the count even started."

Brad Blood: "He goes for another clothesline but receives a body slam for his efforts. Odin climbs up to the top rope and dives towards Arfah, dropping him with the flying clothesline. Scoop slam followed by an irish whip into the corner. Odin charges in and eats boot instead. Back elbow connects with on the jaw."

Jim Jackson: "Rafik climbs to the second rope and dives for the flying clothesline but is caught in midair and driven into the mat with a powerslam. Odin picks him up and goes for the irish whip again. NO! He pulls him back and hits a spinebuster to perfection. He's not through as he lifts him up on his shoulders and drops Arfah head first with a death valley driver. Going for the pin."

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

Brad Blood: "2 and 3/4 on that cover. Odin is setting up for a superkick, kinda like that guy use to do back in the day, He goes for it but NO! He misses the mark and kicks the referee right on the chin. Blue Thunder Bomb by Rafik! He follows up with a high angle back suplex then he quickly goes back around to pick him up and hitting a bridging tiger suplex but there is no referee to make the count."

Jim Jackson: "What's he doing now? Arfah is removing the protective pad on the turnbuckles to expose the steel beneath. Odin is up and is heading towards Rafik. He grabs him by the head but reveals a kick to the family jewels for his troubles. He grabs him by the tights and uses the momentum to launch Odin straight into the exposed turnbuckle. He rolls him up as the referee begins to stir. HE HAS HIS FEET ON THE SECOND ROPE!"

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

Brad Blood: "No it wasn't a 3 count but like 2.9999. Taufik pushed Arfah's feet off the rope to save the match for his disciple. The two men are now arguing about what just happened. The referee is trying to restore order to this match. Odin goes for an attack but again the ref is in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Jim Jackson: "Taufik is taking a chair out from underneath the ring now that the ref is down and throws it into the ring. Interception! Rafik swings the chair wildly but Odin backsteps to avoid the shot. The referee is moving again. Rafik smacks the chair of the exposed turnbuckle and throws it at Odin before falling to the mat holding his head in pain."

Crowd: "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!"

Brad Blood: "The ref sees Odin holding the chair and thinks he used it. Odin and Taufik try to plead with the ref but it's no use, he's calling for the bell."

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by Disqualification, RAFIK ARFAH!"

Jim Jackson: "Taufik and Odin are now attacking him for humiliating them on live TV. They are laying in a series of boots to this young man. Taufik is directing Odin to do something. He's going for another chair. Taufik grabs the chair currently in the ring. They are setting up for the Con-chair-to! Rafik ducks at the last second causing the chairs to hit each other and rushes out of the ring."

Brad Blood: "Run! Arfah! Run!"

Jim Jackson: "He may have won the match but it looks like this is for from over. They will want revenge for what transpired here tonight, but will Rafik be ready for when that happens?"






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

Boy Bakla: "Well well well... It seems that y'all shall see all three of us in action tonight."

The fans begin to cheer. Bakla waits for them to settle down before she continues.

Boy Bakla: "Aww, thank you for all the love and support, y'all are so sweet... So in return, we shall show our gratitude by winning our matches tonight. I for my part shall beat the other lovely ladies tonight and walk away the FIRST ROC WOMEN CHAMPION! An honor which I shall dedicate to each and every one of you watching here tonight."

Bakla starts to blow kisses to the crowd...

Boy Bakla: "Now I'm not taking anything away from the other ladies in the elimination chamber match tonight, in fact I am quite sure they are all very capable... The thing is, I am better, I know it, you all know it, and the other five girls in the match later will know it. Tonight is the beginning of a new dawn, not only for me but for my friends here too!"

The crowd starts cheering...

Crowd: "BAKLA! BAKLA! BAKLA!"


The Morbidly Obese Man: "Aww, how about some love for me or my little friend here!"

The Morbidly Obese Man gestures to his partner Little Wang and the crowd changes their chant...

Crowd: "TMOM! TMOM! TMOM! WANG! WANG! WANG!"

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Now that THAT'S out of the way... Tonight we shall be facing The Full-Time Killers, Crusade and C4! Oh, we know that these two are no pushovers... In fact, after their showing two weeks ago, me and my partner here know that we shall have our hands full tonight."

TMOM pauses before continuing, his expression changes to one of seriousness.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Now make no mistake, we will not be taking this match lightly but we do have one advantage The Full-Time Killers do not... Experience... Me and Wang here have worked together far longer than Crusade and C4 ever had... Wang and I shall show these two asses that tonight, we shall own them, we shall do what the entire tag division wants to do to them and that's to whip their asses all the way to the rings of Saturn!"

The crowd goes wild!


The midget wrestler steps forward and takes the mic from his partner.

Little Wang: "Tonight, we fight. Tonight, we win. Tonight, we stand tall! Boy Bakla will win belt, Little Boy & Fat Man will win tag match. This our promise, this our oath to fans!"

Despite his broken English, the fans continue to cheer.

Little Wang: "We be in drought for too long already. Tonight, drought ends and a typhoon begins. A typhoon by name of Sideshow Superstars and we blow competition away!"

Little Wang raises his arms as the crowd starts cheering. The Morbidly Obese Man suddenly lifts his partner up on his shoulders as The Sideshow Superstars take one final bow before leaving the ring and heading to the back.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 05/03/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon May 04, 2015 3:01 am



The atmosphere in the locker room was heavy, the light dim cast shadows which did nothing to hide the aura of bloodlust that cast a heavy shroud of dread.  The camera slowly pans slowly until it settles upon the forms of the tag team known as The Full-Time Killers.  It was Colton Charles Cai Cobb who stepped forward first, his eyes staring intently into the camera.  He licks his lips and begins to speak.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Tonight we have again been given another opportunity...  Another opportunity to show the world how mediocre the RoC Tag Team division really is.  Two weeks ago we proved it when we dismantled The Roller Coaster of Love, we laid them out like carcasses, unmoving and broken, yet Lee Morrison saw it fit to give them a title shot for the tag titles.  The title shot that we rightfully deserve but it doesn't end there...  No...  This week we are booked to face a joke of a tag team...  Little Boy and Fat Man...  A team that disgraces the bombs that they named themselves after...  Well, if that's how Morrison wants to play it, then we'll play your little game.  We shall go through the entire tag team division laying waste to everyone who stands in our way as we rip those tag team belts away from the cold dead hands of whichever farce of a team that holds it now."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb takes a deep breath...

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "There is only one team that is worthy to hold the RoC Tag Team Championship belts and that team is standing here in front of you right now.  We are The Full-Time Killers, and we shall win those belts, it is only inevitable, nothing will stop us in our quest.  In the end, the result will be definite, as definite as the sun rising tomorrow from the east...  So weep now for the poor unfortunate souls that we will leave in our wake, for tonight we shall continue what we started two weeks ago and the only way for it to end will be when no team is left standing other than us..."

The Charismatic Crippler starts chuckling as he steps back into the shadows...


Once Cobb steps back, the camera moves down, resting on the seated form of Crusade, his usual smug smirk is gone. No smiles to be had this time as he begins to speak.

Crusade: "Another day, another team brutalized. Another opportunity given to a much lesser team in the Rollercoaster of Love. It's almost as if our general manager wants the people to suffer even more mediocre matches with mediocre duos that no one really wants to see wrestle. You see Lee Morrison might as well be known as a pawn in this game we are playing. He thinks he has everyone right where he wants them! When in reality he is the one backed into a corner!"

Crusade lets out an insane cackle at the notion before speaking again.

Crusade: "He lost his boy wonder in Shogun, he almost got his worst nightmare in a world champion with Fortune, and in the same breath ruined the credibility of his own belt by planting something on the champion! It's all quite funny when you really think about it. Everything the man does is one giant flop! Now he has the biggest cancer in the history of wrestling festering in Marcus Troy! It almost couldn't get any worse for the owner of a company could it? Then is does. Then you piss off the most dangerous men on your roster. Then you doom your tag team division to ruin by continuing to book them in non title matches."

Crusade stands up and leans on his now signature Singapore cane, looking deadly serious.

Crusade: "If the Full-Time Killers don't get a title shot soon, our name just might become a reality Morrison, I might not be able to stop at just ending careers the next time I snap! I might just make the nightmare you've gotten yourself into that much worse. It will be a nightmare you'll never be able to wake up from. You've been warned, now get out of our locker room before you become the first camera boy!"

Crusade shoves the camera down onto the ground with another psychotic cackle, making the feed go black.






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Jim Jackson:  "Coming up next, we have a tag team match between Full-Time Killers and Little Boy & Fat Man.  Will Full-Time Killers continue their dominance or will Little Boy & Fat Man manage to finally grasp the win that eluded them for so long?"

Brad Blood:  "Let's see, the new powerhouse tag team against the regular jobber tag team...  Is there still any doubt to which team will win?"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, with a combined weight of 450 pounds, the team of Colton Charles Cai Cobb and Crusade...  FULL-TIME KILLERS!"

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

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.


Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, with a combined weight of over 580 pounds, the team of Little Wang and The Morbidly Obese Man...  LITTLE BOY & FAT MAN!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "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!  Crusade and Little Wang will be starting off for their respective teams.  Right off the bat Wang uses his superior speed to elude Crusade's clutches!  Wang off the ropes...  Springboard corkscrew crossbody!  Crusade goes down!  Wang again off the ropes like a pinball...  Springboard 450 leg drop!  Wang for the early cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Crusade quickly gets up but Wang is already on the move.  Surprisingly the midget is actually dictating the pace of the match, using his speed to his advantage.  Crusade better step up his game or he's gonna get humiliated by a dwarf.  Wang again uses the ropes to gain momentum!"

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade tries to grab Little Wang but Wang easily eludes him!  Wang off the ropes...  Springboard dropkick!  Crusade is sent reeling!  Wang from the top turnbuckle...  He leaps towards Crusade's head...  Hurricanrana!  Crusade is sent flying to the canvas!  Wang again goes to the top rope...  Flying headbutt...  NO!  Crusade rolls away at the last moment!  Crusade grabs Wang by the pigtails...  The ref is giving Crusade a warning.  Wang uses this chance to go to the ropes...  It's another springboard attack!  NO!  Crusade ducks and the springboard spinning elbow hits the referee instead!  The ref is out!"

Brad Blood:  "Uh-oh, with the ref out Full-Time Killers will do what they do best and take advantage of the situation!  And that's what they do!  C4 rushes into the ring and dropkicks TMOM off the apron...  AND TMOM SMASHES INTO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!  C4 grabs a chair..."

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

Jim Jackson:  "THREE TIMES RIGHT INTO THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN'S HEAD!  TMOM IS DOWN AND OUT!  Little Wang tries to help his partner but he is stopped by Crusade!  Crusade starts stomping away at Wang to the loud boos of the crowd!  Little Wang stands between his opponent's legs and hits an uppercut to his opponent's groin executing a surprisingly painful Little Surprise.  Crusade clutches his groin as he drops to his knees!  The crowd goes wild!"

Crowd:  "WANG!  WANG!  WANG!"

Brad Blood:  "Wang has things back in control he goes to the top turnbuckle...  C4 SHOVES HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Uh-oh, things are not looking good for Little Wang...  Colton Charles Cai Cobb lifts their opponent up for a gourdbuster with his back facing the turnbuckles, Crusade leaps up to the top turnbuckle and leaps forward catching their opponent's legs as he is slammed down driving his knees to their opponent's back. Not letting go of the legs, Crusade applies pressure to the opponent's back in a Boston crab forcing their opponent to tap out executing a torturous Inquisition!   C4 exits the ring just as the referee comes to...  The Morbidly Obese Man is still out!  Wang is trapped with nowhere to go!  WANG TAPS!  WANG TAPS!"

Brad Blood:  "Just like that, it is over!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission, the team of Colton Charles Cai Cobb and Crusade...  FULL-TIME KILLERS!"

Jim Jackson:  "Full-Time Killers continue to wreak havoc in the tag team division!  Can't anyone stop them?"

Brad Blood:  "I hope not!  They are awesome like that!  AWESOME!"






Bob Bobbie walks by one of the backstage cameras.  The camera follows him as he turns the corner, stepping into catering.  A few staff are at various tables, chatting and having a bite.

Bob passes by a TV set up in catering.  It looks to be a newscast.


TV Personality: "...have to ask what they're thinking, still keeping these people on their payroll.  Or why haven't wrestling fans spoken up more about this?"

Other TV Personality:  "There hasn't been a lot of news about the man, Benjamin Winkler."

TV Personality:  "That's not relevant, though.  It's bad optics for Ring of Chaos.  We're living in a world where Jon Jones loses his championship, his endorsements, and is suspended indefinitely for his hit-and-run.  Ring of Chaos has not done any of this.  It is surprising and disappointing that they have not taken steps to address this.  Consider this: in other lines of work, an employee who is involved in a physical assault would likely have been fired, if not given a lengthy suspension till they sort things out.  We have not seen Ring of Chaos do this yet.  I just do not think they are making any good moves here."

The TV flickers, and the channel changes to a basketball game.  We overhear someone saying "Good, something less boring to watch".




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 straight to the ring Lightweight title in hand, ignoring anyone and anything that's standing in his way until he tosses a fan out of his seat and takes the steel chair out into the ring. The Chaotic God grabs a microphone from Alice Aoi and the lights return to normal as Johnny Fortune, visibly frustrated, begins to pace and speak in the ring.

Johnny Fortune: "No, no, no, no, no Fuck that. Ray is just going to up and leave? God Damn Coward, Oh "Waaaaaaaaah, I'm still sore from Johnny Fortune kicking my ass so I'm not going to compete. I did it for the fans, but I'm not going to compete on the next show to entertain the fans." You are an absolute coward, Fuck Ray Kamaura he is nowhere near worthy of being champion in fact..."

The Fortunate One plants the steel chair in the middle of the ring and sits in it crossing his left leg over his right.

Johnny Fortune: "Until I get a rematch for the Ring of Chaos title, I'm going to sit right here and wait."

The Chaotic God sits microphone still in hand waiting after 30 seconds something pops in his head.

Johnny Fortune: "Oh yeah, I have a match tonight don't I? Two title matches in a row? Well that's fine, unlike Ray being the world's smallest big man in the history of our profession, I am willing to defend my title the week after a grueling match! Yeah, Felipe Shido. So, I'm predicting him or the more talented partner is going to talk about him pinning me with his dick? Can someone remind me who the Lightweight champion is currently? Oh yeah, me. Now Fuck off Felipe. I beat your partner already if you want this title you'll be taking it off somebody else. Those are my feelings, now we all wait."

The Chaotic God, taking a calm approach leaves the microphone alone and waits for somebody to make the match he wants.


Lee Morrison appears on the big screen.

Lee Morrison:  "I have news for you Mr. Fortune, either you take that match now or I shall strip you of the RoC Lightweight Title!  And before you say anything else, you are under contract and obligated to defend that title.  Now on your request...  Well...  I will have an announcement later tonight, which shall more or less address your concern but for now, I advise you to prepare for your upcoming match."

The screen blinks off leaving Johnny Fortune in the ring angry and without a choice.




"Enormous Penis" plays over the P.A. system as Felipe Shido walks out onto the ramp holding a mic he walks down the ramp towards a group of fans and sits on the barricade in front of the the group and begins talking.

Felipe Shido: "So how about that Fortune Guy?"

The crowd boos leading Felipe to high five some of the fans around him.

Felipe Shido: "Pretty much what I expected to hear. Yeah Fortune I heard you mention oh he's gonna mention the penis thing. I don't even have to mention that because you admitted that in front of everyone yourself. However do you realize something? In that match I did exactly what I said I'd do and I beat you and the funny thing about history is it repeats."

Felipe gets off the barricade and slides into the ring,walking into one of the corners.

Felipe Shido: "Now remember that whole grape promo?"

The crowd cheers.

Felipe Shido: "All those fun Rollercoaster of Love promos."

The crowd cheers.

Felipe Shido: "Weren't those fun? Well the fun's gonna be temporarily grounded. Look Fortune. I know El Loco out wrestled you in that match, You know El Loco out wrestled you in that match. But you cheated to win. That's all fine and dandy but people gotta to what they have to to win and El Loco made the mistake of fighting you with honour. I won't make that mistake and if I have to I'm gonna make you bleed. Once I take that belt you've tainted I'm gonna turn it into what is should of been. What El Loco was building it to be. I've hit a few drawbacks here but this is my redemption and when I take that belt you can fuck off to challenge for that world title you want and while you do that. The light heavyweight division will be stealing the FUCKING SHOW WOOO."

Felipe drops the mic as his theme song hits and he leaves the ring back up the ramp. The camera cuts way.








VS

Jim Jackson: "His tag team partner was the former RoC Lightweight Champion... Can Felipe Shido take the title away from the man who took it from El Loco?"

Brad Blood: "Well we'll find out soon won't we? One thing is for sure... This match will be definitely bring the house down."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match and is for the ROC Lightweight Champion. Introducing first, the challenger, standing in at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing in from pretty far from fucking okay... The sexiest masked man alive... FELIPE SHIDO!"

""Enormous Penis by DaVinci's Notebook plays on the P.A as Felipe Shido walks onto the stage, he stops and starts rubbing down his body sensually and points at various women in the audience. he starts slowly walking towards the ring making gestures with arms until he finally slides into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and shakes his hips before lying down in the corner like a French girl.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District of San Francisco, California, he is the current and reigning ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION, 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.

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, both wrestlers lock arms! They are trying to out-grapple each other... Felipe Shido gets the champion's back but Johnny Fortune twists free and gets Shido's back! Fortune with a German suplex... No! Shido flips and lands on his feet! Fortune spins with a clothesline but Shido ducks under it and bounces off the ropes... Flying shoulder block! The Fortunate One goes down but quickly gets back up! Shido with a dropkick sends Fortune to the ropes! Bicycle kick by Shido... Fortune barely ducks under it! He grabs Shido from the back... Atomic drop! Shido howls in pain clutching his rear! Lariat by Fortune takes Shido down! Felipe Shido is lying on the ground facing the floor Fortune ties the legs of Felipe Shido around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of Felipe Shido's head and brutally forces the head of Felipe Shido to the ground with his foot. Felipe Shido just experienced the Chaotic Communion! Fortune for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Felipe kicks out! Johnny certainly ain't pulling any punches. He knows that Felipe is as dangerous as his partner Loco. He knows that if he slacks any, that title is as good as gone. Johnny continues his offense on Felipe not letting up. Brutal as it looks, it's the correct strategy grounding the much faster Felipe."

Jim Jackson: "Johnny Fortune has a full mount on Felipe Shido raining heavy elbows down on the masked wrestler. Shido has his arms up but some strikes are slipping through. Shido bucks his way until he gets his upper body under the ropes!"

Brad Blood: "Smart move by Felipe! The ropes not only serve as a barrier from the strikes but also forces the referee to pull Johnny off of him. Felipe takes his time to get up and get back into the ring..."

Jim Jackson: "Johnny Fortune charges in once Felipe Shido is through the ropes... Shido dodges a knee strike and counters with a dragon leg screw! Shido off the ropes... Springboard moonsault! He flattens Fortune... Shido bounces off the ropes... Running senton on the champ! Shido is still not done... Fortune struggles to his feet... Felipe Shido jumps and brings one leg over Johnny Fortune's head and uses his weight to drive it into the ground! FAME ASSER! Shido hits his signature move! Shido hooks the leg! Could this do it?"

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

Brad Blood: "The champ kicks out at two! It'll take more than that to stop Johnny but Felipe managed to take back control of the match, and right now the best strategy for him is to use his speed and aerial attacks to take down the champ."

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip sends The Chaotic God to the ropes... Corkscrew kick by Felipe Shido sends the champ down! Shido from the second rope flattens Johnny Fortune with a body splash! Fortune shoves Shido off his chest, Shido off the ropes... Springboard crossbody takes Fortune down! Fortune rolls and counters it quickly rolling Shido up in a small package but Shido kicks out quickly sending the champ reeling to the ropes... Pele kick from out of nowhere! Fortune goes down to the canvas! High risk move by Shido... He leaps... Frogsplash misses! Fortune rolls out at the last second! Shido gets up scoop slam by Fortune! Fortune goes for the legs, figure four leg lock... No! Shido twists free and counters it into a kneebar! The Fortunate One doesn't give him the chance to lock it in and counters it into a single leg Boston crab! Shido rolls Fortune over for a three count... No! Fortune reverses! Shido kicks out and gets back up his feet... Kick to the midsection stops him cold! DDT by Fortune plants Shido to the canvas! The crowd cheers appreciatively!"

Crowd: "THIS IS WRESTLING! THIS IS WRESTLING!"

Brad Blood: "Well Johnny now hooks the legs for the three count... Still premature I think but who knows, he may get lucky."

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

Brad Blood: "Felipe kicks out at two and the match continues."

Jim Jackson: "The champ starts kicking Felipe Shido on the head. Brutal but effective. Shido tries to stagger away, he stumbles around but Johnny Fortune is already there with a forearm to the back. Irish whip sends the masked wrestler crashing into the corner. Running boot by Fortune connects and Shido slumps to the ground with his back to the corner... Felipe Shido is sitting in the corner, head resting on the second turnbuckle. Johnny Fortune gets a wild look in his eyes, licks his lips. Johnny Fortune is running straight for Felipe Shido! Johnny Fortune jumps up and kicks Felipe Shido straight in the head. My Lord that's Chaos Theory! This could be it! Fortune drags Shido back to the center of the ring and goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Felipe gets a shoulder up just a fraction of a second from the count of three! Close call for Felipe there but if he doesn't turn things around, the next time he is pinned, it may be over. And Felipe seems to know that, he somehow rolls away and creates some distance before Johnny can follow up his attack."

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido gets back up to his feet using the turnbuckles to pull himself up. Johnny Fortune charges in... Shido slips between the ropes and Fortune spears the ring post! Big roundhouse kick from the apron by Shido right into Fortune's head sends the champ down... Slingshot shoulderblock by Shido slams into The Chaotic God! Standing shooting star press by the sexiest masked man alive... Fortune rolls away but Shido lands on his feet and springs to the ropes... Springboard corkscrew legdrop connects! Shido stands over Fortune... Scorpion deathlock! He has the submission locked in! The champ is in trouble, he's trying to crawl for the ropes..."

Brad Blood: "Johnny is a few inches from the ropes, the referee is leaning in to see if he will tap... HE GRABS THE REF'S COLLAR AND PULLS BOOSTING HIMSELF FORWARD TO THE ROPES! Brilliant move by the champ! The ref contemplates on what Johnny did and gives him a warning instead! Felipe is forced to release the hold."

Jim Jackson: "I don't think pissing off the ref can be considered a brilliant move Brad. Still it got the job done. Johnny Fortune rolls away and out of the ring before Felipe Shido can follow up with an attack. The ref calls for the champ to get back into the ring or he'll start counting... Shido doesn't wait and slips out to the apron... He runs along the apron and leaps... Flying double axe handle takes Fortune from behind! Shido throws the champ back into the ring. Shido leaps unto the apron... Fortune comes in with a big knee stunning the masked wrestler. Neckbreaker by Fortune on Shido right on the top rope! Shido falls to the outside! We rarely see Fortune on the top turnbuckle..."

Brad Blood: "This will either be a big pay-off or a disaster. We see Felipe struggling to his feet. Fortune is waiting for the right moment to leap... The crowd is holding their breath... JOHNNY FLIES FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE FOR A FLYING CROSSBODY TOWARDS FELIPE!!!"

Jim Jackson: "FELIPE SHIDO LEAPS UP AND MEETS THE CHAMP IN MID-AIR CATCHING HIM AND COUNTERING THE CROSSBODY WITH A GUTBUSTER! OH MY GOD! I THINK HE BROKE JOHNNY FORTUNE IN HALF!!!"

Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"

Jim Jackson: "The crowd goes wild but Felipe Shido may have also done damage to himself! This doesn't look good. Both wrestlers are on the ground outside unmoving! The ref has no choice but to start the ten count! We may be looking at a double count out here folks."

Jack B. Quick: "One!"

Brad Blood: "Both men are still down, I really don't think any of them are getting up soon."

Jack B. Quick: "Two!"

Jim Jackson: "I think I see Felipe Shido moving... Though he's still not getting up."

Jack B. Quick: "Three!"

Brad Blood: "Well they somehow must bring the action back to the ring, getting counted out will only favor the champ. Felipe flips himself on his stomach..."

Jack B. Quick: "Four!"

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido is now on all fours... I also see Johnny Fortune starting to stir."

Jack B. Quick: "Five!"

Brad Blood: "Felipe uses the apron to pull himself up... He stumbles a little but quickly catches himself... He moves towards Johnny."

Jack B. Quick: "Six!"

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido reaches Johnny Fortune and pulls him up! He drags the champ towards the apron... This will be close..."

Jack B. Quick: "Seven!"

Brad Blood: "Felipe is having trouble getting Johnny up to the apron... He's pushing but not making any ground..."

Jack B. Quick: "Eight!"

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido manages to get the champ back to the apron and shoves him back into the ring through the bottom rope!"

Jack B. Quick: "Nine!"

Brad Blood: "Felipe manages to haul himself back into the ring just in the nick of time! This would have all been for naught if he didn't make it... The match resumes but both men look really spent."

Jim Jackson: "The challenger pulls himself back up to his feet. He slowly staggers towards the champ... Johnny Fortune have somehow regained his bearing but is still having some trouble getting back up to his feet... Fortune manages to stand just as Felipe Shido reaches him... Shido throws a right... It connects sending Fortune reeling but he stops himself from falling and retaliates with a right of his own! Shido gets rocked but stays on his feet and answers back with another right! Fortune's head snaps back but the champ replies with another right! Shido staggers back but stops himself... Fortune tries to follow up with another right but Shido intercepts him again with another right... This time Fortune staggers back... Another right again from Shido sends the champ staggering back a few more steps... Shido with another punch connects! Fortune falls back to the ropes and uses the momentum to bounce back... He takes Shido down with a stiff lariat but also falls along with Shido! Both men are on the ground!"

Brad Blood: "From that exchange, it is clear that both men are on their last leg... It won't be long now before one of them don't get up anymore. Johnny crawls and gets an arm over Felipe! The ref begins to count!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido hangs on by a thread! But how long will that thread hold?! The champ groans as he staggers back up to his feet. The Fortunate One signals for his finisher... He plans to end it here... He's just waiting for Shido to get back up... Johnny Fortune wraps his hands around the back of Felipe Shido's head and swiftly drives his knee into the head of Felipe Shido! NO! Shido somehow spins out of the Unfortunate End! He has Fortune's back... GERMAN SUPLEX! The champ is down! Shido staggers to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle... FLYING HEADBUTT FROM SHIDO!!! RIGHT ON TARGET! Fortune is twitching on the canvas but that also took a lot out of the challenger... Can he capitalize? Shido slowly crawls over the champ... He goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Johnny gets his shoulder up! How did he even manage that is beyond me! This is turning out to be one helluva match. Both men are not giving up even though their bodies appear to be at the point of breaking down! We can't see Felipe's face under that mask but you have to assume that he's getting frustrated."

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido signals for his finisher... He takes his breath as the champ slowly staggers to his feet... Johnny Fortune turns around... Felipe Shido hits him with a running knee to get him flat on his back facing up on the ground, he then begins to booty pop twerk over him before hitting the opponent with a standing moonsault... NO! Fortune gets both his knees up countering The Booty Master! Shido looks hurt as he clutches his midsection! Fortune hooks the leg! Will this be it?"

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

Brad Blood: "Felipe still kicks out! The crowd breathes a sigh of relief! Johnny ain't happy and argues with the ref accusing him of counting too slow! This gives Felipe some time to recover! The crowd starts to cheer for Felipe!"

Crowd: "LET'S GO SHIDO! LET'S GO SHIDO!"

Jim Jackson: "The champ turns around... Right into an enzuigiri by Felipe Shido! Johnny Fortune staggers to the ropes and bounces back... Dropkick by Shido sends him to the canvas! Springboard flying elbow by Shido... Right into Fortune's chest! Somehow Shido has gotten a second wind... Will it last long enough for him to get the win? The Chaotic God tries to crawl away... Shido grabs him by the leg and starts cranking... Ankle lock... NO! Fortune flips over and kicks Shido away! Shido bounces on the ropes and comes back with a clothesline... Fortune ducks and Shido bounces back on the opposite side. This time the champ goes to his belly just as Shido goes over him... Shido bounces on the ropes a third time... RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER! Snap suplex by the champ! Fortune hooks the leg! Is it the nail in Shido's coffin?"

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

Brad Blood: "And the coffin lid just won't stay closed! Felipe resiliently stays in the match! I think Johnny has had enough! He's waving Felipe off and exits the ring... He grabs his belt and starts to make his exit! The crowd starts booing! He plans to get himself counted out and retaining the belt!"

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido chases after the champ! Double hammer fist to the champ's back! Shido drags Johnny Fortune back to ringside and throws him back into the ring! Slingshot legdrop by Shido... Fortune rolls away! Both wrestlers manages to get back to their feet, they both look unsteady... Clearly even standing up is a chore at this point... Shido attacks first, Fortune counters a right with an arm drag! Shido uses the momentum to roll himself back up to his feet right into a snapmare by the champ! Shido rolls away and quickly pulls himself up using the ropes... Fortune charges in... Springboard reverse DDT by Shido! Shido for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Johnny gets his leg up on the bottom rope! Great sense of ring awareness by the champ! Felipe drags Johnny back to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg!"

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

Jim Jackson: "The Fortunate One still manages to kick out just at the last millisecond! Just what else can Felipe Shido do to put Johnny Fortune away? Shido is just lying on the canvas he's all spent! But at this point Fortune is also not moving! Wait! Is that? It's El Loco! El Loco just rushed to ringside! He leaps into the apron and starts shouting words of support to his partner!"

Brad Blood: "Felipe starts to move again, the words of encouragement from Loco is actually making Felipe dig deeper! Felipe starts to get back to his feet! The crowd goes wild!"

Crowd: "LET'S GO SHIDO! LET'S GO SHIDO!"

Jim Jackson: "But wait! Johnny Fortune seems to be reacting to the challenger's movements too! Fortune is also getting back to his feet! His competitive nature is not letting him stay down when his opponent is already up on his feet! Some of the crowd start to shift their cheering for the champ too showing their appreciation for the effort these two men are putting into the match!"

Crowd: "LET'S GO FORTUNE! LET'S GO SHIDO! LET'S GO FORTUNE! LET'S GO SHIDO!"

Brad Blood: "Well both men are back on their feet but it's clear that both of them also have one move left in them... Whoever manages to strike first will get the win!"

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido charges towards the champ... Johnny Fortune also charges towards the challenger... Wait a minute! At the last moment Fortune veers away! Shido looks confused! Fortune slaps El Loco! He went after Shido's partner! El Loco tries to enter the ring but the ref stops him! Shido spins The Chaotic God around..."

Brad Blood: "WHAT'S THAT?! JOHNNY PULLS A BRASS KNUCKLE FROM HIS TIGHTS AND SLAMS IT INTO FELIPE'S JAW! Johnny intentionally antagonized El Loco to distract the referee then WHAMO! Felipe crumples to the canvas! Johnny hooks the leg! The ref turns around and sees it! He goes for the three count!"

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

Jim Jackson: "FELIPE SHIDO KICKS OUT! THE CROWD GOES WILD! EL LOCO GOES WILD! The Fortunate One grabs Shido and goes for a suplex... Blocked and countered by Shido with a suplex of his own! Johnny Fortune hits the canvas hard! Shido goes for his finisher... Felipe Shido hits him with a running knee... Wait! Fortune manages to get his arms up to block the knee! Johnny Fortune wraps his hands around the back of Felipe Shido's head and swiftly drives his knee into the head of Felipe Shido! He might just have incapacitated Felipe Shido with that move! What an Unfortunate End!"

Brad Blood: "The ref goes down to count! El Loco is screaming at his partner to get up!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "And it's over! After another brutal match Johnny Fortune retains the title! El Loco rushes into the ring to check up on his partner... Felipe Shido seems okay, a little beat up but he's fine. El Loco helps his partner to his feet as the crowd cheer for the masked wrestler. Fortune grins widely as he raises the belt on his way up the ramp."

Brad Blood: "Johnny retains to the disappointment of the crowd, the question now is what will El Loco do about it?"



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Re: Chaos Supreme 05/03/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon May 04, 2015 3:17 am



The camera opens up to show the city that ROC is held in because I can't remember if it was ever said or not so let' just call it Detroit ROC City. Anyway we go to show a police officer chasing a man who broke the law by throwing fecal matter that an elderly couple then farting in the cop's face.

Cop: "Stop right there criminal scum!"

Criminal: "Suck my pixie dick ya chubby coon!"

They head out a street filled with many clothing stores like Cold Subject, The Space Between and Gene's Jeans. As the criminal is getting further away from the pursuing officer. He turns around and says.

Criminal: "You'll never catch m..."

Before he could finish that sentence, Allister king flies in out of nowhere and dropkicks him through a window. The man is covered in blood now because unlike the movies, glass actually cuts you. Allister begins to pose over the body.

Allister King: "I AM.....THE NIGHT!!"

Criminal: "But...it's the.....middle of the day. Ugh!"

Allister King: "HE'S RESISTING ARREST!"

He kicks him right in the head causing the guy's head to near come off his shoulders. Allister grabs the man and drags him down the street towards the cop. The cop is not amused.

Cop: "You are under arrest!"

Allister King: "The fuck? I just stopped this fuckhead cause you fucking couldn't do you fucking job! Fucker!"

Cop: "Resisting arrest? You left me no choice"

The cop reaches for his gun but Allister is faster.

Allister King: "Hell Naw!"

He runs and kicks the cop in the chest sending him flying through the window. Unfortunately an accident happened causing the top portion of the window to cut the cop in half. Not much screaming as the store was Cold Subject, home of the emos and such and obviously not a rip off of another place that also sells the same stuff and has a lot of emos. The emos just go about their business thinking to themselves "Why don't I bleed that much?".

Allister King: "Ok no one will be able to identify me, if there are no witnesses."

Allister, being Irish, knows the fundamentals of bomb making so he quickly creates a bomb and places it on the cop. He doesn't care about injuring the other people cause he hates emos. He begins to walk away before the bomb goes off. He doesn't look at the explosion cause cool guys don't look at explosions, they blow things up and then walk away.

-----15 minutes later-----

Allister meets up with Shadow and Samantha. Sam is using Callahan to carry all her bags for her cause she was shopping for new clothes and girly shit. It was suppose to be Allister but he disappeared awhile ago and no one could find him. He casually approaches then whistling cause ya know, that's not suspicious at all. Sam and Shad just stare at Allister.

Samantha King: "What you do this time?"

Allister King: "Nothing. What makes you think that?"

She points to the cloud of smoke and fire.

Samantha King: "There is screaming coming from the direction you just came from"

Allister King: "It's Smaug! Someone has awoken the dragon! We are all going to burn. He is fire! He is Death! His teeth are swords! His claws are spears! His wings are hurricanes!"

Samantha King: "So a dragon from a series of books just magically appeared out of nowhere and is destroying the city?"

Allister King: "Yep."

Samantha King: "Then why isn't it flying about breathing fire?"

Allister King: "Bard already killed him."

Samantha King: "So if I go there, I will find a dead dragon?"

Allister King: "No. He fell in to the water. All you will find is fire and death."

Callahan has just been on his phone the whole time but now he finally speaks.

Shadow Callahan: "News says it was an explosion."

The two just stare at Allister, who slowly begins moving away. But before he runs Samantha grabs him and slams him against a wall.

Samantha King: "Listen to stupid piece of shit! I have a very important match tonight but if I find out you were behind this I will literally cut your balls off and feed them to a dog."

She releases her hold and begins to walk away.

Samantha King: "C'mon we have to get back to the arena before you fuck anything else up."

They head towards the arena as the camera fades to black.






The scene opens up backstage in a dimly lit room where Desiré is seen leaning against a wall.

Desiré: "So this is it. The big match. An Elimination Chamber to crown the first Womens Champion. Also a Chance to further torment Sam and Christy as well as dig into the brains of some people 3 I havn't fought yet. Yet I feel Underwhelmed."

Desiré looks at her hand both back and front before continuing.

Desiré: "I guess it's that I want more. I want it all. The Women's Title, The Lightweight Title, The World Title. maybe not the tag titles however. Why? because only a fool would team with me because only a fool would trust me."

Desiré tilts her head at the camera.

Desiré: "So I guess it all just begins here."

The scene fades






"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, the familiar figure of Lee Morrison, Ring of Chaos' general manager steps out through the smoke and makes his way down to the ring.  He grabs a mic and leaps up to the ring apron to the cheers from the crowd.  He enters the ring and begins his announcement.

Lee Morrison:  "Good evening everyone!"

Morrison pauses as the crowd cheers again at his greeting.  He patiently waits for the crowd to settle down before he begins again.

Lee Morrison:  "Now many of you are wondering what I am doing out here tonight.  Well wonder no more, I am not one to dillydally so I'll get right to the point.  I am here tonight to announce a little competition open to the whole Ring of Chaos roster...  And the prize...  The winner of the said competition will become the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE ROC WORLD TITLE!"

The crowd gasps at the enormity of the announcement.

Lee Morrison:  "That's right, to anyone interested...  I Lee Morrison am offering everyone in the locker room a chance, AN OPPORTUNITY to prove yourselves, to see if you have what it takes to challenge for the WORLD TITLE!  BUT!!!   Yes, of course there is a catch...  This challenge will not be any normal match.  This challenge will be a GAUNTLET MATCH!  Whoever survives this gauntlet match shall get the opportunity to challenge for the championship belt!  So whoever is interested...  Step out now and reveal your intent...  Show me that you are hungry for greatness, show me that you are hungry for glory...  SHOW ME THAT YOU ARE HUNGRY TO BE THE BEST HERE IN RING OF CHAOS!"

Lee Morrison lowers the mic and waits for the wrestlers to come out.


Hammerfall's "Any Means Necessary" begins to play throughout the arena as the trio known as The Northern Kings make their way out to the entrance ramp. Lead by Allister King in the front, Shadow Callahan on the Left and Samantha King on the right. Allister is holding a mic. May god have mercy on our souls

Allister King: "Yo! Leeroy Jenkins, we heard what you said. A nice wee gauntlet type match thingy-ma-jig huh? So i was thinking ya know maybe we enter this shindig. I mean come on, we're the best AROUND! Nothing's ever gonna keep us down!"

Allister starts doing a little dance while his partners just shake their heads

Allister King: "So yeah i think that puts us in it right?"

He looks at his partners who both say yes.

Allister King: "Well it's official, one of us will be winning this biatch!
LEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOYYYYY!!!!!!
JEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNKIIIIIIIIIIINNSSSS!!!!!!
Later dick"


Allister drops the mic and moonwalks out. Samantha and Callahan just walk normally.


"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye starts playing on the speakers as steam rises from the top of the entrance ramp...  Dancing out seductively, Maximus Orgasmus grinds his hips to the wolf whistles from the crowd.

Maximus Orgasmus:  "Oh-hoho!  I, Maximus Orgasmus would like to declare my intention to join this gauntlet!  Rarely does a newcomer to the roster get a chance like this to become the number one contender for the top belt of the company.  Besides this gauntlet will be a perfect chance for me to showcase..."

Maximus Orgasmus humps the air...

Maximus Orgasmus:  "My skill!"

Maximus Orgasmus humps the air again...

Maximus Orgasmus:  "My power!"

Maximus Orgasmus humps the air one more time.

Maximus Orgasmus:  "And my rock hard..."

This time, Maximus Orgasmus does multiple humps in the air...

Maximus Orgasmus:  "PHYSIQUE!"

The sexed up wrestler grins as he spreads his arms out erotically.

Maximus Orgasmus:  "I am Maximus Orgasmus and I will be the future RoC World Champion!  Bask in the glory of my perfectly chiseled body from where the RoC World Championship belt shall hang, as perfect as a painting or sculpture by Michaelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni~!"

With that, Maximus Orgasmus poses as he shows off his perfectly toned and defined body as the ladies in the crowd start hooting and whistling.  Winking at his fans, Maximus Orgasmus then takes a bow and disappears to the back but not before turning around to blow a kiss much of the glee of the women in attendance tonight.


Taufik, walks out to the ramp to resounding boos from the crowd.  Behind him, his bodyguard Mighty Odin, closely follows as Taufik holds the microphone up to his lips.

Taufik: "To all of you scoundrels, since I have made my return to professional wrestling, I've been wanting to become the ROC Champion, and on May 5th, I will be leaving the gauntlet as the number 1 contender and there's nothing you infidels can do about it."

Taufik drops the mic and makes his way to backstage area followed by Mighty Odin.


"Shit Towne" by Live starts playing on the loudspeakers as Diarrhea Boy bursts forth from the entrance tunnel. Suddenly his face contorts as a foul smell emanate from his rear, he clutches the middle of his ass with one hand and rushes down the ramp.  He slides into the ring and heads towards Lee Morrison offering his hand, the same hand that clutched his butt just a few moments ago.  Morrison ignores his hand and steps back as a foul odor starts to reek from Diarrhea Boy.  Noticing the general manager's reaction, D-Boy steps back and speaks.

Diarrhea Boy:  "Um, I would like to give it a shot too sir, I know that I'm new here but I'm ready to step up.  I promise you, I won't disappoint."

PROOOOOOOOOT!

A wet farting sound is heard coming from D-Boy as he quickly clutches his ass again.  He turns a shade of red and quickly backs to the edge of the ring.

Diarrhea Boy:  "Uh...  I think I...  Um...  Had an accident...  I need to um...  I'm sorry, this sometimes happen when I'm nervous...  I...  I have to go..."

Diarrhea Boy quickly slides out of the ring.  He runs up the ramp and disappears to the back as some of the crowd see a trail of something wet and brown running down his leg.


"Bloody Monday" by U2 starts playing on the loudspeakers as Xavier Blood leaps out from the entrance tunnel. Brad Blood cheers wildly for his son as Xavier Blood poses on top of the entrance ramp.

Brad Blood:  "It's my beautiful handsome product of my loins!"

Jim Jackson:  "Yes, we know who your son is Brad."

Xavier Blood grabs a mic and addresses the general manager of RoC.

Xavier Blood: "I was grooming my beautiful locks when I heard your announcement Mr. Morrison.  Now I have mostly been waiting, biding my time for the perfect chance, the perfect opportunity stake my claim for the RoC World Title and it seems that THAT time is NOW!"

The product of Brad Blood's loins start pacing on top of the entrance platform.

Xavier Blood: "Competition will definitely be stiff but I'm ready!  In the time that I didn't appear here in RoC, I've been making myself more beautiful for my reemergence.  And I have to say that now, I am ready to show the world the fruits of my grooming!"

Jim Jackson:  "Uh...  I think your son's priorities are skewed Brad.  I don't think he understands the level of competition..."

Brad Blood:  "Shush Jimbo, my son has to look his absolute best when he wrestles!"

Jim Jackson:  "..."

Xavier Blood: "So behold RoC, have a look now at your golden god as I stands here basking everyone in my beauty!  Soon the RoC World Title shall find its new home...  Around my waist!"

With that Xavier Blood takes a bow, turns around and exits through the tunnel as Brad Blood, alone, cheers wildly for his son.


"Chaos Theory" by Shockone is heard throughout the arena as Johnny Fortune is seen standing in the center of the crowd with a microphone, the music cuts to the roars of the fans around Fortune as he begins to address the General Manager.

Johnny Fortune: "Was this really a wise decision Lee? I mean, you know who's going to win. It's me. Plain and simple. Look at the competition that stands before me! I'll blow through them like Diarrhea Boy goes through toilet paper."

Johnny Fortune sits down, as if to enjoy the rest of the show when he begins to speak into the microphone again.

Johnny Fortune: "So, since I have this in the bag, I think I'll just have a seat here with the fans and laugh at all the misfortunes of these idiots entering themselves in the gauntlet. It's been awhile in the making Lee. I win the gauntlet, win the title, and rub your dirty face in it. And as your tears dry, and you realize that you are nothing more than an insignificant worm who shall grovel at the feet of The Chaotic God, you will be reminded of the name that haunts your nightmares. "

The Chaotic God holds the mic up and the fans that surround him yell...

Fans: "JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

The Fortunate One then tosses the mic a loud screeching noise being heard as it hits the ground. Johnny Fortune then proceeds to kick his feet up on the person's head in front of him.


THUMP!!!  THUMP!!!  THUMP!!!

The familiar thumping sound accompanied by vibrations akin to a mini-quake as Weird Al Yankovic's "Eat It" starts blasting from from the speakers signals the entrance of the one and only gargantuan wrestler also known as The Morbidly Obese Man.  Stopping on top of the entrance platform, the big man raises a mic and throws his name into the hat.

The Morbidly Obese Man:  "Some people just love to count their chickens before they are hatched.  If you think size will give you the advantage...  Then you are sadly mistaken Ray.  Now of course I don't mean that he doesn't have a chance, but let's just say that his chances are greatly diminished...  You think you will win this one Ray?  Think again, throw my name into the mix Morrison.  Let's see how everyone will fare when they face the might, the muscle, the menace of THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN!"

Crowd:  "TMOM!  TMOM!  TMOM!"

The Morbidly Obese Man:  "Yeah, that's right!  Chant away folks and get used to it because after this gauntlet, it'll be my name you'll all be chanting!"

With that, the big wrestler pumps his fists in the air as he makes his exit.


"I'm with Stupid" by Pet Shop Boys start playing on the loud speakers as The Masked Moron comes out from the back.

The Masked Moron:  "I PUT ANTS IN MY PANTS AND NOW THEY BE BITING MY PEEPEE!"

The Masked Moron then screams out loud while swatting his pants before he exits to the back still screaming in pain.

Brad Blood:  "Um...  You think that was his intent to enter the gauntlet?"

Jim Jackson:  "Well the general manager Lee Morrison seems to think so as he scribbles The Masked Moron's name into his list, I guess we'll be seeing our simple-minded friend in the gauntlet match."


Cher's "Believe" start playing on the loud speakers as PINK lights start to flash above the entrance ramp. A light mist is released from the ground carrying the scent of lavender as the transsexual wrestler Boy Bakla leaps out from the back wearing a pink tank top and pink hot pants. Bakla starts blowing kisses to it's fans from the top of the entrance ramp before addressing the general manager of RoC.

Boy Bakla:  "O-ho-ho!  Who in the world starts a party and forgets to invite the main attraction?  Tsk...  Tsk...  Tsk..."

Bakla paces around waving her pointing finger...

Boy Bakla:  "Well dearies, it doesn't matter now because the VIP has arrived!  That's right, this party is about to get bangin because Boy Bakla has arrived!  "

Bakla raises her arms up as the crowd starts chanting...

Crowd:  "Bakla!  Bakla!  Bakla!"

Boy Bakla:  "So prepare your little yourselves because once this little shindig is over, there will be a NEW number one contender and that's MOI!  Toodles~!"

The transsexual wrestler blows a few kisses and gave the crowd and the RoC general manager a wink before disappearing to the back.


Oriental music starts playing on the background as smoke covers the mouth of the entrance tunnel. Out leaps Nao Fook Mi and Nao Fook Yu, both are wearing a short cheongsams.  Nao Fook Yu steps forward first with a mic in her hand.

Nao Fook Yu:  "Lee Morrison先生, 我跟我妹妹也要参加这个比赛.  请放我们的名字在你的名单."

Fook Yu hands the mic to her sister who accepts it.


Nao Fook Mi walks forward and addresses the general manager.

Nao Fook Mi:  "It's as my sister says Mr. Morrison, both of us are entering the gauntlet match.  Of course it will be an uphill battle but as we have overcome Team Symphony to become the RoC Tag Team champions, one of us will overcome this challenge and become the number one contender and after that, take the RoC World Title!"

Fook Mi steps back as the crowd swings to their favor.

Crowd:  "SPICES!  SPICES!  SPICES!"

Oriental music begins to play again as the RoC Tag Team Champions step to the back.


The main theme for Star Wars starts to play as Bob Bobbie rushed out from the back in thick rimmed glasses, a white short sleeved polo shirt with a clip on polka-dot tie, slacks and leather shoes.  He proceeds down the entrance ramp and enters the ring stopping in front of Lee Morrison.

Bob Bobbie:  "If it'd be no trouble, I would like to also join this gauntlet match sir.  Now I know that I am an underdog, I know that my chances of winning is next to zilch, I've studied the facts, I've done the equations but you know what?  It doesn't matter!  Even if my chances are .00000000001 or even less, I'd take my chances, you asked earlier who is ready to step up..."

Bob Bobbie takes a deep breath first then replies...

Bob Bobbie:  "Well I'm ready to step up!  I'm ready to go to the next level!  If I lose, so be it, but I for one will not be sitting alone in the locker room while everyone else gets a chance to grab the gold.  I will not be kicking myself in the butt regretting and wondering what if!  No, I shall be inside the ring working my ass off."

The crowd begins clapping and cheering for the geeky wrestler, his emotions lighting a fire inside the crowd.  His spirit stoking the dying embers of those who have been oppressed all their life, being told no, being told they cannot do something...  His confidence, becoming a beacon for the underdog.

Bob Bobbie: "Even underdogs get lucky...  And who knows...  I may surprise you all."

With that, Bob Bobbie shakes the hands of Lee Morrison before slipping out of the ring and exiting through the crowd to a massive pop.


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

Little Wang:  "Both my friends already enter gauntlet, well I enter also!  Add my name Mr. Morrison."

With his message said, Little Wang vanishes just as fast as he came.


"Chasing the Dream" by Alex Kassel starts playing on the speakers as Christy Chase dashes through the curtains waving to the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. With a huge leap she lands on the ring apron and slingshots herself into the ring using the top rope. She lands perfectly, waves one final time to the crowd before walking towards the general manager of RoC.

Christy Chase:  "Well since everyone else has already expressed their intention, I might as well give this a go too.  If you would Mr. Morrison, I would like to formally express my intention to join this gauntlet match."

Chase then exits the ring as Morrison adds her name to the growing list of entrants.


Beck's "Loser" starts playing on the loud speakers as Joe Jobber leaps forth from the entrance tunnel and runs down the ramp waving towards the fans as they wonder who the hell he is.  He stops short outside the ring and speaks to Lee Morrison.

Joe Jobber:  "Good evening everyone!  My name is Joe...  Joe Jobber and you all may not know me yet but soon you shall be chanting my name when I win that gauntlet match and become the number one contender for the RoC World Title!  So Mr. Morrison, put my name in your list and put me in your shortlist because I, Joe Jobber shall soon be the biggest superstar here in RoC!"

Joe Jobber takes a bow and exits back up the ramp.


CLAP!  CLAP!  CLAP!

A loud slow clapping is heard coming from the front row of the crowd watching tonight, loud enough to garner the attention of everyone including the general manager of RoC, Lee Morrison.  The person responsible for the clapping stands up, his features hidden behind a hooded windbreaker as he continues to slow clap.

CLAP!  CLAP!  CLAP!

The hooded man walks toward the steel railings, he stops clapping and slowly raises his hands and pulls down his hood to the surprise of the crowd and the general manager of RoC.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "So much bravado, so many hopefuls...  So many dreams that will be crushed..."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb leaps over the steel railings and grabs a mic before leaping unto the ring apron.  He takes a look around and smirks at the reaction he is getting from the audience in attendance before slipping through the ropes and entering the squared circle.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "We seem to have wrestlers of all shapes and sizes, of all genders popping out of the woodwork dreaming to grasp the proverbial brass ring.  Now don't get me wrong, I applaud their courage to take the initiative...  And I also applaud our esteemed general manager for laying out this opportunity for everyone in the RoC locker room."

The Charismatic Crippler raises his hands towards Lee Morrison and mockingly applauds before turning back to the crowd.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "So forgive me if I was to take on the role of DREAM CRUSHER!  You see, ever since my defeat in the hands of Ray Kamaura, I realized something.  I realized that I have lost the killer instinct that made me who I am.  That I became distracted by fame, fortune and glory and lost the ruthlessness that gained me the moniker The Charismatic Crippler.  So what did I do?  I went back to the bottom rung, I started again from bottom feeders and week after week, I slowly worked myself up the ladder again.  Defeating opponent after opponent, resharpening the edge that I have lost and just as I was about to announce my return to title contention, call it coincidence or call it luck, our esteemed general manager announces this gauntlet."

C4 pauses again and opens his arms for effect before continuing on with his oration.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Now I bet many of you are asking, why I waited until 18 other hopefuls came out and expressed their intention to join before I spoke up.  Well, what hunter scares away his prey before the trap has been sprung?  You see, I have seen the look everyone gives me backstage or in the locker room, the fear etched in their eyes as they avoid my gaze.  I have heard the whispers, the stories they spread around about me, how they see me as an unstable and violent individual.  If I entered this gauntlet sooner, the majority of the locker room would probably be shitting their pants as they ran the opposite direction, so I bided my time...  I waited until they all pranced in and signed up before I revealed myself...  Because YES I am unstable, YES I am violent and YES I am looking to sate this thirst I have for blood and broken bones...  For months I have been patient, for months I have prepared and it is time for the world to see the new Colton Charles Cai Cobb!  And oh have I prepared for this day...  It was Sun Tzu who said victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.  So I do hope you all are prepared because on the next Chaos Supreme, Ring of Chaos shall have a new number one contender for the world title and that man is me, Colton Charles Cai Cobb."

The Charismatic Crippler throws the mic right at Lee Morrison's feet and slides out of the ring as Bond's "Explosive" begins to play.  He leaps over the steel railings and makes his exit through the crowd.








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Jim Jackson:  "And now, for the main event of the evening...  Two weeks ago, Lee Morrison made a surprise announcement and blew us away by showing us all the RoC Women's Championship Title and booking the first ever Elimination Chamber Match in Ring of Chaos!"

Brad Blood:  "That's right Jimbo, six women shall enter the ring tonight and only one shall walk out the first ever RoC Women's Champion...  Six pair of boobies Jimbo!  SIX PAIRS OF BOOBIES!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is an Elimination Chamber Match and IS FOR THE ROC WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines...  BOY BAKLA!"

Cher's "Believe" start playing on the loud speakers as PINK lights start to flash above the entrance ramp. A light mist is released from the ground carrying the scent of lavender as the transsexual wrestler Boy Bakla leaps out from the back wearing a pink tank top and pink hot pants. She casually strolls down the entrance ramp blowing kisses to her fans before she enters an empty chamber.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 150 pounds, hailing from Seattle, Washington...  CHRISTY CHASE!"

"Chasing the Dream" by Alex Kassel starts playing on the speakers as Christy Chase dashes through the curtains waving to the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. She enters an empty chamber and waits for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 155 pounds, hailing from wherever she may roam...  DESIRÉ!"

"The Zoo" by Bruce Dickinson plays as the camera looks around the crowd before focusing on the entrance way. Desiré comes out wearing a black jacket and a blood red classic styled hockey mask as she makes a praying motion. she then slowly walks down to the ring looking to the crowd and around her. She walks up the steps and stands on the apron looking at the crowd before doing a a throat slashing motion. She enters an empty chamber and waits for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet six inches tall and weighing 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, bows and gives her respect to the crowd before heading to an empty chamber.

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

Oriental music starts playing on the background as smoke covers the mouth of the entrance tunnel. Out leaps Nao Fook Yu, 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:  "Introducing last, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The Morrigan... SAMANTHA KING!"

Sirenia's "The Other Side" begins to play as Samantha King walks out onto the entrance to an array or violet and scarlet lights. She is dressed in white and is wearing a black hooded cloak. Samantha continues down to the ring waving to the crowd. You can hear the whistling of the gentlemen in the audience. She enters the ring, removes her cloak and waves to the crowd.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell with 4 women inside the chamber waiting to be released randomly and Nao Fook Yu and Samantha King kicking things off inside the ring, the battle for the RoC Women's Title has begun.  Fook Yu uses her superior speed to take King down with a dropkick.  A scissor kick sends King down again before she can get back up to her feet.  Fook Yu on the ropes with a springboard moonsault but King rolls away!  Fook Yu manages to land on her feet!"

Brad Blood:  "Samantha doing the right thing by distancing herself, she cannot let Fook Yu dictate the pace of the match."

Jim Jackson:  "The Morrigan plays it safe by not engaging the oriental beauty.  Nao Fook Yu tries to engage but Samantha King manages to dance away.  Ooh!  Fook Yu manages to connect with a stiff right!  King is sent to the ropes.  Lariat by Fook Yu takes King down!  Springboard legdrop by Fook Yu...  King manages to roll away!  Spinning side kick connects to Fook Yu's head!  Knee drop unto Fook Yu's head and King goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "Fook Yu kicks out of that one and rolls away before Samantha can do more damage.  There's still some time on the clock before the next competitor is released."

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King catches Nao Fook Yu with an uppercut!  Fook Yu reels back and bends backwards just as King comes in with a clothesline.  Pele kick from Fook Yu knocks King down!  Flying elbow drop from the top turnbuckle...  Right unto The Morrigan's chest!  Fook Yu for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "Samantha kicks out a split second before the two count.  Fook Yu continues with her assault and tries to keep Samantha grounded!"

Jim Jackson:  "Vicious stomps by Nao Fook Yu.  Samantha King can only try and block the assault...  Fook Yu drags King by the hair and lifts her to her soldiers...  Body slam!  Nao Fook Yu leaps to the top turnbuckle before leaping off and spearing her opponent from above executing a spine-tingling Express Delivery.  King is down!  Fook Yu hits her signature maneuver!  Will this be enough?  Fook Yu hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Apparently not!  Fook Yu wants to get this over with before the next girl is released but Samantha is no pushover, aside from Bakla, she is the most experienced wrestler here in the ring tonight."

Jim Jackson:  "Suplex attempt by Nao Fook Yu...  Samantha King hooks her leg on the bottom rope and stops the attempt!   Reversal by King!  Fook Yu gets suplexed over the top rope and into the steel floor on the other side!  Ooh!  That must have hurt.  King leaps over the top rope and starts slamming Fook Yu's head into the steel grate floor!  She drags the oriental wrestler to her feet, Irish whip sends her smashing into Bakla's chamber!"

Brad Blood:  "Uh-oh!  And the timer is up!  The next girl to be released is...  DESIRÉ!  Desiré's chamber opens and out she rushes towards the two girls!"

Jim Jackson:  "Desiré leaps over the top rope and takes both ladies out with a double flying clothesline!  Irish whip sends Nao Fook Yu crashing into the steel cage wall!  Spinning side kick sends Samantha King reeling!  A big knee to the gut keeps Fook Yu from retaliating...  She throws Fook Yu over the top rope and follows up with a slingshot legdrop!  Desiré hooks the leg!  King from the top turnbuckle connects with a flying elbow drop!  King hooks Desiré's leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "Desiré kicks out and rolls away.  Samantha and Desiré start circling each other...  Fook Yu is starting to stir..."

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Yu grabs Desiré from the back...  German suplex!  Just as Fook Yu gets up, Samantha King takes her down with a Russian legsweep!  Standing moonsault by King flattens Fook Yu! Desiré struggles to her feet...  Samantha King with a leaping reverse STO!  King hits her signature move Siren's Call!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Desiré gets a shoulder up at two!  Samantha decides to go high risk and goes up to the top turnbuckle..."

Jim Jackson:  "Flying corkscrew splash connects and Desiré gets flattened!  Samantha King gets back up to her feet but gets taken down by a three point stance charge by Nao Fook Yu!  Desiré gets back up to her feet...  Superkick by Fook Yu connects!  Tiger suplex by Fook Yu sends The Morrigan back to the canvas!  Fook Yu is cleaning house!  Desiré uses the ropes to pull herself up... Stiff clothesline by Fook Yu sends her over the top rope and she hits the steel floor on the other side.  Nao Fook Yu climbs to the top turnbuckle..."

Brad Blood:  "Fook Yu is going after Desiré outside....  Uh-oh!  She takes up too much time and Samantha leaps up after her and both ladies tangle up on the top."

Jim Jackson:  "Big elbow by Samantha King stuns Nao Fook Yu!  King continues to rain punches down on Fook Yu's head...  FRANKENSTEINER FROM THE TOP!  King plants Fook Yu to the canvas!  Desiré starts to get back into the ring...  Running boot by King connects and keeps her down!"

Brad Blood:  "The timer slowly winds down...  Soon there will be four girls in the ring!"

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Yu staggers to her feet...  Hurricanrana by Samantha King sends her barreling into Desiré!  Irish whip sends Fook Yu into the corner...  King with another Irish whip sends Desiré right into Fook Yu!  King dashes in...  Big body avalanche crushes both girls into the corner!  Desiré manages to roll out!  Fook Yu on the other hand stumbles into King's arms... Double underhook suplex!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Fook Yu gets a two count as the timer winds down!  And the next chamber to be opened...  Christy Chase!  Christy runs out and heads straight for Desiré!  She has a beef to settle with Desiré..."

Jim Jackson:  "Christy Chase viciously attacks Desiré with stiff chops!  Samantha King has Nao Fook Yu in the corner and keeps her there with a left right combination.  Desiré manages to fend Chase off and tries to get away...  Christy Chase leaps to the second rope and uses it to get get some air time where in she twists her body and hits a spinning side kick on her opponent executing The Twister!  Desiré goes down!  Chase for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Desiré gets a shoulder up at two!  Christy is really seeing red towards Desiré...  She just wants to destroy Desiré!"

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King with a bulldog from the corner plants Nao Fook Yu to the canvas!  Christy Chase from the top turnbuckle...  630 splash...  NO!  Desiré gets her knees up at the last second!   Desiré uses the cage wall to pull herself up...  She waits for Chase to stagger to her feet...  Fook Yu blocks a right hook from King and starts attacking with big rights... Desiré kicks her opponent and lifts them onto her shoulders before she spins them around before dropping them in a cutter position!  DEVILS KNIGHT ON THE OUTSIDE!  Chase is not moving at all!  Desiré for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Christy Chase has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood:  "And just like that one girl is out!  Desiré takes a breather while Samantha continues to duke it out with Fook Yu inside the ring."

Jim Jackson:  "Desiré takes her time to recover outside the ring while both Samantha King and Nao Fook Yu brawl inside the ring.  It seems pretty even so far...  Wait!  Fook Yu sidesteps a big haymaker and counters with a spinning backfist!  Enzuigiri by Fook Yu sends King reeling!  Fook Yu grabs King...  Powerslam!  That shook the ring!  Desiré managed to climb up to the top rope... Flying crossbody...  Fook Yu counters with a dropkick intercepting her in mid-air!  Fook Yu hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Desiré kicks out at two!  Fook Yu goes for Samantha and hooks her leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King also kicks out at two.  Nao Fook Yu grabs King and lifts her up on her shoulders... Samoan drop!  Desiré is starting to stir...  Fook Yu lifts her up...  Alabama slam!  Fook Yu drags Desiré and places her over King's body...  Shegoes to the top turnbuckle...  Shooting star press...  NO!  King and Desiré both manages to roll away at the last second!  Fook Yu hits nothing but canvas!"

Brad Blood:  "Ooh!  Fook Yu crashed and burned with that move...  High flyers can do big damage, not only to their opponents but to themselves specially if they miss."

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King and Desiré get back to their feet.  Both girls start stomping away at Nao Fook Yu!  Desiré suddenly turns on King and takes her down with a high kick!  Desiré stands on top of King...  She locks in a camel clutch!  King is trapped with nowhere to go!  Will she tap?  Fook Yu is still down and out..."

Brad Blood:  "And the timer winds down!  The next chamber to open is Nao Fook Mi's!  Fook Mi rushes into the ring!"

Jim Jackson:  "Spinning side kick by Nao Fook Mi sends Desiré flying releasing Samantha King!  Big axe kick sends King down!  Fook Mi goes to her sister and helps her back up...  Double Irish whip by Oriental Spices sends Desiré to the ropes...  Double superkick knocks her down!  King staggers to her feet...  Double enzuigiri takes King down!  Great team work from the former tag team champions.  Indian deathlock by Fook Mi on Desiré while Fook Yu plants King down into the canvas with a tornado DDT!  Fook Yu for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Desiré kicks out before the three count.  Fook Mi still has the submission locked in on Desiré...  Will Desiré tap?  No!  She makes it to the ropes!"

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Mi releases the hold but calls her sister over!  Oriental Spices with a double Irish whip sends Desiré to the corner back first...  Nao Fook charges in first and connects with big knee which sends Desiré slumping down with her back to the corner...   Fook Mi charges in...  Cannonball into the corner!  Ooh!  That flattened Desiré!  Fook Yu signals for her sister to clear out... She runs towards Desiré...   SAMANTHA KING WITH A SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE TAKES FOOK YU OUT!"

Brad Blood:  "That is what happens if you take your eyes off a veteran!  Samantha almost broke Fook Yu in half with that move!  Fook Mi looks shocked and doesn't react at once as Samantha goes for her!"

Jim Jackson:  "Running dropkick sends Nao Fook Mi to the ropes!  Fook Mi bounces back...  Right into a back body drop!  Samantha King now has control!  Fook Mi tries to get back up to her feet...  King leaps unto her knee and hits her with an axe kick!  Fullmoon Rising!  Samantha King hits her signature move!  King hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Fook Mi kicks out at two!  King has successfully turned things around.  Now she has her pick on which girl to beat up first!"

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King begins to put Nao Fook Mi in a figure four leglock...  Fook Yu manages to pull herself up and sees her sister in danger!  She stagger towards King...  King quickly releases the hold and shoves Fook Mi into her sister!  Both girls knock heads!  Fook Mi staggers backwards right into King's arms...  German suplex!  Samantha King stands ready as Nao Fook Yu gets to her feet. Samantha King swings her leg delivering a swift boot to the groin area. Before Nao Fook Yu can hit the ground, she then locks her in a three quarter face lock and tightens her grip. With a haunting scream, she jumps up into the air and backflips over Nao Fook Yu driving her into the mat with a standing shiranui!  BANSHEE'S CRY!  BANSHEE'S CRY!  King hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "And just like that Nao Fook Yu is gone!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Nao Fook Yu has been eliminated!"

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Mi gets back to her feet and sees her sister get taken out!  She charges towards Samantha King...  Desiré takes her down from the side with a stiff clothesline!  Impaler DDT by Desiré!   Desiré kicks her opponent and lifts them onto her shoulders before she spins them around before dropping them in a cutter position!  DEVILS KNIGHT!  Desiré hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "DESIRÉ JUST TOOK OUT NAO FOOK MI!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Nao Fook Mi has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood:  "And now the final chamber opens and the tranny enters the match!"

Jim Jackson:  "Big clothesline by Boy Bakla takes Desiré down!  Discus clothesline takes Samantha King down!  Bakla grabs Desiré and throws her over the top rope unto the outside!  King staggers towards Bakla...  Big kick knocks her down!  Snake eyes by Bakla sends King smashing into the corner!  Boy Bakla grabs its opponent's hair and pulls it hard executing a horrible Bad Hair Day.  Bakla gets a warning from the ref but the damage is done!  Bakla hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Samantha kicks out just a millisecond before three.  Bakla quickly turns its attention towards Desiré who is now stumbling back into the ring."

Jim Jackson:  "Big knee by Boy Bakla catches Desiré as she tries to enter the ring and she slumps down with half her body hanging on the middle rope...  Scissor kick on the back of the head and Desiré slips through the ropes and crashes back into the ring.  Bakla with a sidewalk slam makes sure that Desiré is not moving while she turns her attention back to Samantha King.  Facebuster by Bakla on King!  Desiré tries to get back up...  Backstabber by Bakla sends her back to the canvas!"

Brad Blood:  "Bakla is doing the right thing alternating its attacks on both women...  I gotta admit, that fruitcake is doing everything right at this moment...  Personally I would hate to see that tranny win the women's title though."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla goes up to the top turnbuckle...  She leaps...  Flying elbowdrop... NO!  Samantha King rolls away at the last moment!  Bakla nurses her elbow as she staggers back up...  Bakla grabs King and gets her up in a fireman's carry...  Desiré starts to get back up to her feet.  BAKLA DROPS KING ON DESIRÉ!  Both girls are down!  Bakla goes for the cover on King!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Samantha still manages to get a shoulder up before three!  Bakla scoots over to Desiré and hooks her leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Desiré still manages to hold on!  Boy Bakla signals for her finisher and walks over to Samantha King!  Boy Bakla mounts on top of it's opponent and starts slapping away hard with a series of slaps until it's opponent is gets knocked out from the force of the slaps executing a devastating Makeover!  King is out!  Bakla goes for the cover!  This could be it for The Morrigan!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Samantha gets her leg on the bottom rope!  Bakla thought she had it there!  Wait!  Desiré from behind Bakla rolls the tranny up!  She has her feet up on the ropes for extra leverage!  The ref doesn't see it and starts counting!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Boy Bakla has been eliminated!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla doesn't seem happy but now it's down to Desiré and Samantha King, but King is definitely spent after taking Bakla's finisher...  Desiré lifts King back up on her feet...  Desiré locks her opponent into a Russian legsweep position before for her and her opponent to fall forward she then hooks her opponents left arm in her legs and wraps her hands around her opponents face and pulls back forcing them to tap out.  THORN ON THE BLACK ROSE!  THORN ON THE BLACK ROSE!  King tries to reach for the ropes but she is too far!"

Brad Blood:  "KING TAPS!  KING TAPS!  WE HAVE A WOMEN'S CHAMPION!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission and YOUR NEW ROC WOMEN'S CHAMPION...  DESIRÉ!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "What a match!  What a match, a valiant effort by all the ladies but tonight Desiré stands tall!"

Brad Blood:  "A big night for Desiré!  But now she has a bigger target painted on her back."






The camera shifts to the broadcast team.  Jim and Brad look serious.

Jim Jackson: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have been informed that Ring of Chaos has received a court order to shut down, due to recent actions involving Entropy and Allister King.  The show schedule after this broadcast will be on hold, while we at Ring of Chaos work to resolve this matter as quickly as possible."

Those fans near enough to the announcers begin to boo as they hear the announcement.

Brad Blood:  "They can't do this Jim!  They can't!"

Jim Jackson: "Unfortunately they just did.  We thank you for your support of Ring of Chaos.  We shall pray for this matter to be settled soon so we can resume our regular programming.  Good night."

The camera fades out, leaving only the fed's logo on a black screen.
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