Chaos Supreme 05/31/2015

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Chaos Supreme 05/31/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jun 01, 2015 3:58 am



VS

Brad Blood: "Hey Jim!"

Jim Jackson: "What?"

Brad Blood: "Am I reading this right?"

Jim Jackson: "Yes!"

Brad Blood: "Well folks tonight's dark match will be that mask monster of mayhem, Entropy going up against the plank of wood, Spruce Lee. That can't be right? How do inanimate objects get jobs here in the first place?"

Jim Jackson: "Something about wanting to be identified as a object because of some bullshit that people on the internet are spewing I guess."

Brad Blood: "And a campaign will start soon to get you fired for saying that."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Hailing from The Lumberyard, weighing in at 1 pounds, The Plank, SPRUCE LEE!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, being accompanied to the ring by Marcus Tro, Hailing from The Amazon Jungle, 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. Quick! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "OMG! Spruce Lee has just been broken in half!"

Brad Blood: "Oh the humanity! Somebody stopped the damn match!"

Jim Jackson: "The referee is throwing up the X symbol and is stopping the match. Spruce Lee cannot continue!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi: "The referee has stopped this match due to injury, Your winner, ENTROPY!"

Brad Blood: "He has blocks at home and I hate to see what they are going through seeing the mess that has become of their father. And I didn't know Planks could even have children.

Jim Jackson: "EMTs are stretching him out of the ring. The crowd are in shock and are remaining silent. You can see how much of a toll the sick sight of this carnage has had on the younger members of the audience."

Brad Blood: "They might need to go to therapy after today Jim."








Jim Jackson: "Good evening everyone, first of all, we are thankful that we are now allowed to broadcast again.  For those not aware of the details behind Ring of Chaos' broadcast suspension, the company was involved in a legal dispute, which we are happy to announce has been resolved.  We are broadcasting footage of the meeting that led to Ring of Chaos' return: all parties have signed off on letting this footage be broadcast."

A clip begins to play.  Several people are gathered at a table.  Lee Morrison can be seen among them, along with the lawyer who visited him a few episodes ago.

Lee Morrison:  "Ms. Lee, we're prepared to do a deal here, but what you're asking for is not reasonable."

Merrill Lee:  "If we're being unreasonable, the courts would not have agreed to our request to keep your company off the air.  Your staff committed an unprovoked physical attack on my client, and you went on to include the video to boost your show's ratings."

Lee Morrison:  "Their actions don't reflect on us here at Ring of Chaos!  I had no idea that was going to play out.  I'm willing to pay compensation, but your terms are too expensive for us."

Merrill Lee:  "I don't think the lawsuit we filed is going to bankrupt your company.  And Mr. King and Mr. Entropy aren't here; either they or their legal counsel think this is not a serious matter, and that it would resolve itself.  They think my client is not worth their time, and they are sorely mistaken about that."

Voice:  "Excuse me?"

Everyone's attention focuses on the individual seated beside Merrill Lee.  He looks uncomfortable being the center of attention.

Man:  "Mr. Morrison.  Your, um, wrestlers.  I got beat up badly."

His words come out meek and hesitant.  He goes on.

Man:  "The deal you're offering isn’t bad.  But I want something long-term.  Can I have a job?"

Lee Morrison does a doubletake.

Lee Morrison:  "You...want a job?"

Merrill Lee's client considers his words.

Man:  "I would like the money.  But I wouldn't know how long that would last.  I would like something more steady.  A steady job sounds nice.  But I wouldn't want something that's just minimum wage."

Merrill Lee:  "Ben, that's an option we have.  But let's not get too hasty about what choices to make."

Lee Morrison:  "You want a job that pays well.  I can offer it.  I'll think of something for you to do."

Benjamin Winkler:  "Got to be something that I can comfortably live on.  Pay for my medical bills and legal fees."

Lee Morrison eyes Winkler and his lawyer warily.

Lee Morrison:  "If we agree to this...would you drop the suit?"

The homeless man exchanges glances with his lawyer, before continuing.

Benjamin Winkler:  "I think we can, sir."

Lee Morrison:  "Then...let's discuss the specifics."

The video ends.  We return to the announcers.

Brad Blood:  "So Morrison is going to give this man a job."

Jim Jackson:  "Apparently.  It's still too early to say on work Benjamin Winkler will be doing for us, but we are glad to be back on air.  So let's not keep the fans waiting...  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






The scene opens backstage, where Maximus Orgasmus is talking with Joe Jobber and The Masked Moron...

Maximus Orgasmus:  "So it seems that you both may be unlucky tonight when you face me in the gauntlet match!  Why not just save yourselves from the humiliation and just forfeit?  I mean we know what will happen later...  It is only inevitable, so why prolong it?  There is no shame in conceding defeat you know..."

Maximus Orgasmus COCKily boasts...


The Masked Moron merely smiles and shouts out...

The Masked Moron:  "I PUT MAYO IN MY BOXERS AND NOW I FEEL WEIRD DOWN THERE!!!"


Joe Jobber ignores The Masked Moron and stares directly at Maximus Orgasmus...

Joe Jobber:  "Don't get too cocky Maximus, I won't be an easy prey...  Underestimate me at your own risk.  I have a few tricks hidden under my sleeves and I'm sure one of them will wipe that smirk off your face."

Joe Jobber continues his staredown with Maximus Orgasmus.


Suddenly Xavier Blood steps into the conversation...

Xavier Blood:  "Boys boys boys...  You can stop arguing because it will be me, the handsome, the beautiful, the exemplary Xavier Blood who will be winning that gauntlet."

The four wrestlers start shouting at each other as the scene slowly fades to black.






The scene fades in to see Johnny Fortune sitting on a chair his Lightweight title belt over his left shoulder. His pink hair is a mess as if he just woke up from a long sleep. This idea is confirmed as he yawns before he begins to speak.

Johnny Fortune: "My apologies Ladies, Gentlemen, and others, it seems as though I've been asleep for quite sometime. So, it seems as thought tonight we have the gauntlet for the #1 Contender spot against Ray Kamaura. Now, if you haven't figured it out yet, I will be the one to win. Why is that? Well let's make one thing perfectly clear: I am the top dog in this company. I proved I am the top of the Lightweight division time and time again. By any means necessary I have defended my title because it is precious to me."

The Chaotic God pushes his hair back and continues.

Johnny Fortune: "Look at my competition in this match, these aren't wrestlers. They are nothing more than sideshow rejects more fit for the Big Top than the Big Time. I am better, that is not opinion, that is not conjecture, that is in no way shape or form any kind of delusion. It is fact, and I will prove it tonight when I break my competition like a hymen and leave the ring with much more blood. So Raymond brush up on your abilities as a champion because I'm coming, ready or not."

The Fortunate One stands from his chair and leaves the cameraman as the scene fades to black.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Well the next contest is a strange choice. A robot superhero going up against an anti-American martyr as Turbo Hell I takes on Taufik. Can his hate for America take down the man who's straight outta anime?"

Brad Blood: "Also add Odin into this equation and this could possibly be a 2 on 1 match. Can Viewtiful Joe withstand those kinds of odds? Now let's send it over to the girl in the ring who does the thing with the microphone and shit."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Hailing from The Hero Factory, weighing in at 215 pounds, The Heroic Defender, TURBO HELL I!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, being accompanied to the ring by Mighty Odin, Hailing from Singapore, Thailand, weighing in at 225 pounds, The Saviour, TAUFIK!"

"Freakshow" by Skillet blasts through the speakers as Taufik walks out to a sea of boos from the fans. He spits on the floor before making his way to the ring. Once he reaches to the apron, he praises Allah and enters the ring looking at the fans with a look of disgust.

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

DING!

Brad Blood: "Both men run in and HOLY SHIT! They banged head first into each other! C'mon! The match can be over that fast."

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

Jim Jackson: "The referee has already started counting and neither men have moved since the starting collision."

Jack B. Nimble: "Five!... Six!... Seven!... Eight!"

Brad Blood: "How can one move knock them out already? They are wrestlers not referees."

Jack B. Nimble: "Nine!... Ten!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "This match has ended in a Double Knockout and therefore declared a DRAW!"

Jim Jackson: "And both men have been knocked out by running into each other at the very start of the match and the crowd does not look happy.  What a way to come back from a hiatus.  If the show doesn't pick up, we may have just as well stayed in hiatus."

Brad Blood: "Let's send it to the back while he try to stop the crowd from rioting and demanding these competitors heads on pikes."



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Re: Chaos Supreme 05/31/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jun 01, 2015 4:19 am



A blue 1969 Shelby Mustang Cobra GT500 screeches into the parking lot, it skids as it drifts and stops perfectly in an empty parking space.  The door swings open as the dusts settles and the smell of burnt rubber dissipates into the air.  Colton Charles Cai Cobb steps out of the muscle car and slings a bag over his shoulders, he acknowledges his partner who is seated on the passenger seat of the car just as Julie Rodriguez rushes over.

Julie Rodriguez:  "Colton!  I was hoping if we can get a word from you or your partner..."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "You want a few words from us?  Well here it is...  Tonight's match is utter BULLSHIT!  That's right, you can tell that to Morrison...  Instead of booking us in a match that is befitting our stature he books us against jobbers!  He books us against a joke of a tag team...  Christy Chase and Bob Bobbie...  A girl and a fucking nerd...  You think they stand a chance against us?  We are the Full-Time Killers Ms. Rodriguez...  And tonight better be the last of these shit bookings or else Morrison will learn what it will be like to broken just like what we'll do with tonight's competition..."

C4 brushes past the young interviewer as his partner alights from the vehicle.  Julie Rodriguez turns her attention to Crusade.

Julie Rodriguez:  "Crusade, I was hoping to get a few words from.."

Crusade brushes past the young interviewer nearly knocking her over as he follows his partner into the building.

Julie Rodriguez:  "I apologize but it seems that Full-Time Killers are not in a talking mood tonight..."

Julie rubs her shoulders where Crusade made contact as the screen slowly fades to black.






The scene opens in the locker room of the newly formed tag team Beauty and the Geek where Christy Chase is seen conversing with her partner.

Christy Chase:  "So I gather you are ready for tonight's shindig against Full-Time Killers?  Honestly I'm excited and scared, Crusade and C4 are no push-overs, we'll have our hands full tonight Bob...  But this is our opportunity...  It's true we are the underdogs here but David did defeat Goliath..."

Christy takes a deep sigh, worry still etched on her brows...


Bob Bobbie gives a reassuring pat on his partner's shoulder...

Bob Bobbie:  "Don't you worry Christy, as long as we give our all, I'm sure we won't have any regrets.  Besides, don't forget, we still have that gauntlet match to worry about...  Let's try and get through this tag match fast so we'll still be pretty much in good condition for the gauntlet match later on, okay?"


Christy Chase nods...

Christy Chase:  "Yeah, you're right...  As long as we give our 100%, the fans will know it and they'll be on our side, that's all we need..."

Christy gives Bob a little peck on the cheek before heading towards the door.

Christy Chase:  "C'mon then, let's see if we can pull off an upset."

Chase exits the room and Bob Bobbie follows as the screen fades to black.






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Jim Jackson:  "Well talk about mismatch...  Tonight Full-Time Killers will be going against Beauty and the Geek..."

Brad Blood:  "And this may take the cake as one of the shortest match ever here in RoC"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first, with a combined weight of 310 pounds, the team of Bob Bobbie and Christy Chase...  BEAUTY AND THE GEEK!"

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

"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 heading to her corner.


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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Bob Bobbie will be facing Colton Charles Cai Cobb...  Bobbie with a big right...  And C4 merely brushes it away!   Colton Charles Cai Cobb grabs his opponent's waist and hoists his opponent up onto his shoulder in an overhead gutwrench backbreaker rack. He then sits down and simultaneously flips the opponent forwards and downwards, slamming his opponent down to the ground face-first to one side executing an explosive Ground Zero!  C4 for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Brad Blood:  "This is just sad!  Not even a tag was made!  In fact Christy is staring from their corner in disbelief!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Well what do you expect?  Lee Morrison pitted a new team against one of the most dangerous tag teams here in RoC..."

Brad Blood:  "Damn...  Their entrance took longer than the match...  The crowd is growing restless!  I think we may need security in here soon if things don't pick up..."






The scene opens in the locker room of the Sideshow Superstars where Boy Bakla is seen talking with her stablemates.

Boy Bakla:  "Well it seems that tonight we all get an opportunity to become number one contender for the top title here in Ring of Chaos...  Just a little warning my friends, if we get to face each other, I won't be holding back..."

Bakla announces as she lace up her boots.


The Morbidly Obese Man grins as he swallows another bite of his Monte Cristo sandwich.

The Morbidly Obese Man:  "Well same goes for me...  As much as I hope I wouldn't have to face you two, I definitely won't hold back if by chance we come face to face in the ring tonight, I won't expect anything less from both of you either.  This will definitely be an interesting match...   Right little buddy?"

The big man turns to Little Wang and waits for a response.


Little Wang replies.

Little Wang:  "I not say interesting...  Challenging maybe...  I never been in gauntlet match before so I am anxious.  But yes, I will also give my all whether I be fighting you both or someone else.  Who knows?  Maybe today is my lucky day."

The little man hops between his two friends and drapes his arms across their shoulders as the scene fades to black to the sound of friendly arguing.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Well the next match up looks interesting... Though the way the evening is going hopefully we get a longer match..."

Brad Blood: "It's like today's matches are fighting for the Guinness World Book of Records for the shortest matches ever..."

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

After his amazing win last week, Rafik Arfah makes his route to the ring. He seems pleased with himself. He enters the ring. He has a mic because he's not a fucking idiot.

Rafik Arfah: "I.. am.. Victorious!"

He gets a mixed reaction because some of the crowd members hate his opponent from the last show more than him.

Rafik Arfah: "I should have saved that line to when I win a title but it will takes ages until that happens."

Jim Jackson: "He will never win the title. He's too thick."

Rafik Arfah: "Whoa.. That's what your mom told me last night, Jim!"

Brad Blood: "Ha."

Rafik Arfah: "Taufik is a little bitchtit. His big bear S&M lover tried to screw me on the last show but I outsmarted his punkass. I lied, cheated and stole. Eddie Guerrero was overrated and Mexicans are gross immigrants but his technique works."

Now the regular boos begin.

Rafik Arfah: "Taufik, Odin, I got love for you niggas because you Muslims niggas, but this pro wrestling and I'm trying to murder you niggas! Shoutout to the OG Kendrick. I still want Fik in a one on one match just because of the shit he pulled. But I'll settle for another jobber to squash. Bring out the cunt. I have to go smoke a blunt for the first time ever soon."

He waits for the jobber to come out.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from Hero Elimination Lair Labs, GRAND FLESH XI!"

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

Alice Aoi: "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... What the? Men have entered the ringside! Are they? What's that on their hands? Is it a warrant of arrest? IT IS! IT'S A WARRANT OF ARREST FOR GRAND FLESH XI!"

Brad Blood: "Well Grand Flesh Xi is a bonifide villain hell bent on world destruction... What the? Grand Flesh Xi summons a small sky bike from remote control watch! HE'S MAKING A GETAWAY! GRAND FLESH XI JUST BLASTED A HOLE THROUGH THE CEILING AND FLIES OFF! The police gives chase leaving Rafik Arfah alone in the ring as the dust settles!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by... I have no idea how to call this... RAFIK ARFAH!"

Jim Jackson: "Well Rafik Arfah is celebrating in the ring... He notches another win in his belt..."

Brad Blood: "Hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. And the crowd looks like they are ready to riot... Honestly if we don't get any better matches this evening, I'll join them!"



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Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jun 01, 2015 4:36 am



The scene opens up outside a Mexican food style restaurant with Felipe Shido and El Loco sitting against a wall wearing mariachi outfits.

Felipe Shido: "I can't believe you lost all our money on a bet."

El Loco: "I can't believe that chihuahua lost."

Felipe Shido: "You were drunk and you bet on a stuffed animal in a dog race."

El Loco: "I had faith in him and  we wouldn't of had to be apart of a mariachi band to regather our funds if you had just let me bet on the cock fights, But at least we get to keep the outfits."

Felipe Shido: "I don't support animal fights and are... Are you giving me sass?"

El Loco: "Sioux City Sarsaparilla actually.... The grandfather of all root beers."

El Loco smiles into the distance.

Felipe Shido: "Who are you smiling at?"

El Loco: "Hidden camera in the bush over there I picked up a sponsorship deal inside, remember the guy with the big smile in the suit?"

Felipe Shido: "El Loco.... There isn't a bush over there and that was a cut out of George Lopez."

El Loco: "Oh.... Musta been the tequila. I needed a pick me up."

Felipe Shido: "You need to sober and You know what would make a better pick me up?"

El Loco: "More tequila?"

Felipe Shido: "No, beating The Northern Kings and winning the tag belts. I think our luck is finally about to turn around."

El Loco:  "Aye!"

Felipe Shido: "We'll have to be on guard for outside interference though, and mentally prepared for whatever The Northern Kings throw our way."

El Loco: "AY DIOS MIO Noooooooo!"

Felipe Shido: "WHAT?!?!?! What is it?"

El Loco: "I'm out of tequila."

A sad expression reminiscent of a dog takes over El Loco's face.

Felipe Shido: "Maybe I'll have to do the mental stuff."

The scene fades to cyan.






The camera opens up to the backstage interview area but Julia is nowhere to be seen. So no one is about to conduct the next interview.

Allister King:  "This is my time to shine!"

Allister King slides in like that scene in that one movie with the guy sliding in his socks that has be reenacted in so many shows, With microphone in hand, he begins to speak.

Allister King: "Due to unforeseen events or something like that, Your usual interviewer is nowhere to be seen and a full on search party has rounded up and it's gonna be like an easter egg hunt at the mansion from resident evil. Anyways let's get this shit started. My guests at this time. The Northern Kings."

Allister claps as Samantha and Shadow walk into view of the camera.

Allister King: "Sam, Shad, Allister, thank you for taking the time to conduct this interview with me. You are very welcome mister King and can I say what a handsome bastard you are. No stop, you are making me blush. But it's true. If I wasn't married and was into men I would be on you faster than a fly on shit. Thanks love, you are cheekier than a nandos with the lads. Archbishop of Banterbury indeed you wee ledge."

The others look at him with the expression of "Seriously? How many times were you dropped on your head as a baby?"

Allister King: "Enough of the pleasantries, On to the questions. Sammie! Last time we were on the air, you were moments away from becoming the womens champion of this humble little company but inevitably failed. So my question is this. As Allister and Shadow are the current tag team champions, do you feel like you aren't contributing enough to the Kings and are dragging the group down?"

Samantha King: "I seriously hate you and your existence."

Allister King: "You love it really."

Samantha King: "Sure, I might not have won the title but I proved that I am one of the top women in this company and can hold my own against any opponent. I may have lost but I am not giving up yet and will continue to try until that title comes home with me."

Allister King: "Good for you. Now for the main attraction, Allister, Callahan, Tonight you defend those tag team titles against the roller coasters of love so what is your strategy."

Before Shadow can talk, Allister interrupts him.

Allister King: "I got this one big guy. You see, to quote the road warrior "WE GO IN!!! WE KILL!!!" and then we walk out with the titles. Simple as that. The actual strategy is a lot more complicated than that but if I had allowed Shad to talk he would have said it and that would give it away. If you tell the strategy then they know will know what we will do and can counter it. Jesus man think it through, it's not that hard."

Shadow Callahan: "Not going to lie, he speaks the truth."

Allister King: "Well I think we should go get ready for this match. Later Allister."

Allister King: "Thanks for the interview guys."

Allister King: "You are welcome, it has been a pleasure and we would be happy to do it again."

Allister King: "Thanks guys, see yous later.


The camera fades out as they leave the interview area.








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Jim Jackson:  "Coming up next we have The Northern Kings going against Roller Coaster of Love for the RoC Tag Team Titles.  Roller Coaster of Love have been gunning for those tag titles for a while now, will they be able to strip it off of the duo Allister King and Shadow Callahan?"

Brad Blood:  "Well you know that both these teams are solid tag teams, even the current tag champs TNK who not only won the titles off Oriental Spices but also defended it against them too.  It'll be interesting to see how they will fare up against El Loco and Felipe."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is for the ROC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!  Introducing first, with a combined weight of 510 pounds, they are your current and reigning RoC Tag Team Champions, the team of Allister King and Shadow Callahan...  THE NORTHERN KINGS!"

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

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

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  It'll be Allister King facing off against El Loco first while their partners wait behind the ropes.  King manages to fire off a couple of good shots.  El Loco backs towards the ropes...  King with a big windmill punch...  El Loco ducks under it and starts firing shots of his own.  Enzuigiri by El Loco and King staggers.  El Loco off the ropes...  Springboard bulldog!  He plants The King of Fools to the canvas!  El Loco for the cover."

Jack B. Quick:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "Allister gets his shoulder up at one, it's still a little too early in the match to actually attempt a pinfall.  El Loco should do more damage if he wants those shoulders to stay down."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco goes to the top turnbuckle...  Flying dropkick sends The King of Fools tumbling backwards.  A series of vicious kicks by El Loco...  No!  Allister King catches El Loco's leg...  Dragon legscrew!  El Loco rolls back to his feet...  Sunset flip by King...  No!  El Loco rolls away and bounces off the ropes countering it with a dropkick to the face!  El Loco tries to hook the leg but King quickly counters and rolls him up into a small package!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "Kick out by El Loco there.  Allister is pretty shrewd in the ring, he can pull out a counter and surprise you at any moment despite his usual intoxicated nature.  You better be on your toes else you'll find yourself with your shoulders down.  Allister grabs El Loco and drags him to his corner...  TAG!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Northern Kings with an Irish whip sends El Loco to the ropes...  Double flapjack!  Shadow Callahan cracks his knuckles as he mounts and lays a couple of heavy punches downwards unto El Loco head.  Callahan lifts El Loco up and holds him up in the air upside down...  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine!  Ten!  And brings him down into the canvas with a delayed vertical suplex!  El Loco is twitching on the canvas."

Brad Blood:  "An impressive show of power by Shadow right there, if Allister is the unpredictable crazy one, Shadow is the machine in their team.  He works with deadly precision and power, no tricks, no fancy stuff, just pure power and technique like a well-oiled machine."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco is trying to move to towards Felipe Shido's outstretched arm but a hammerfist to the spine sends him to all fours.  Shadow Callahan kicks Loco in the ribs...  He picks El Loco up...  Brainbuster!  El Loco is getting dismantled and Callahan is still not done.  He hoists El Loco up on his shoulders...  El Loco grabs on to the top rope and clings on for dear life just as Callahan is about to slam him."

Brad Blood:  "El Loco is cling to that top rope like how your dog clung and humped my leg...  Shadow, try as he might cannot pull El Loco away!  El Loco knows that if he lets go, the match is as good as over.  Wait!  Shadow finally releases El Loco!  He charges, El Loco pulls the top rope down...  Shadow goes over!   El Loco uses this chance to roll towards his partner's hand!  HE GETS THE TAG!"

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido bursts into the ring!  Shadow Callahan is still regaining his bearings outside...  Shido runs...  He flies over the top rope...  CORKSCREW SENTON TO THE OUTSIDE!!!  THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido grabs Shadow Callahan and rolls him back into the ring.  Shido over the top rope...  Corkscrew legdrop!  He hooks the leg, is this it?"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Shadow kicks out at two!  But Felipe quickly transitions into an armbar!  Will it be enough to make Shadow tap?  NO!  Shadow manages to break free with just sheer power!"

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan lifts Felipe Shido up and powerbombs him into the canvas!  What a way to break out of an armbar!  Shido struggles to his feet...  RUNNING BIG BOOT ALMOST TAKES SHIDO'S HEAD OFF!  Callahan goes for the tag!  Allister King kicks Felipe Shido in the gut and Shadow Callahan lifts him up for a back suplex. Allister King runs, jumps and hits a leg lariat on Felipe Shido as Shadow Callahan drops him with the back suplex.  The Northern Kings hit their signature tag move Dethroned!  Allister King hooks the leg!  This could be it!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Felipe kicks out just before the count of three!  Allister can't believe it!  Looks like Allister is going up top!  He's gonna fly...  AND HE MISSES!  ALLISTER MISSES THE FROGSPLASH!  FELIPE SOMEHOW ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!  Both men are down...  Allister is crawling to get a tag...  Felipe is also going for a tag...  Who will reach their partner first?"

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido gets the tag!  El Loco runs in just as Allister King reaches his partner!  Shadow Callahan enters the ring and charges towards El Loco with a big clothesline...  El Loco ducks and leaps to the ropes...  Springboard dropkick!  Callahan staggers, El Loco again goes to the ropes...  Springboard spinning elbow connects!  Callahan is rocked!  El Loco off the ropes a third time...  Springboard tornado DDT!  HE PLANTS CALLAHAN TO THE GROUND!  El Loco jumps onto the turnbuckle and leaps doing a flip before landing on his opponent...  SHOOTING STAR PRESS!  El Loco for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Shadow gets his shoulders up!  El Loco nearly had it there!  El Loco signals for his finisher the Locomotion!  If he manages to pull this off we may be celebrating new tag team champions tonight!"

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco puts his opponents head between his legs and...  SHADOW CALLAHAN COUNTERS IT WITH A BACK BODY DROP!  El Loco gets back to his feet clutching his back...  Lariat by Callahan almost takes his head off!  Irish whip by Callahan sends El Loco to the corner...  Big body avalanche...  NO!  El Loco slips between the ropes into the apron in the last second!  Callahan hits the turnbuckles hard...  High kick by El Loco from the apron connects...  El Loco leaps to the turnbuckles and flies...  CALLAHAN CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR AND COUNTERS WITH A BACKBREAKER!  Callahan for the three count!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "El Loco still gets a shoulder up!  Shadow grabs El Loco and drags him to their corner, wait!  Before Shadow can get a tag El Loco breaks free!  Shadow quickly grabs El Loco from behind for a German suplex...  NO!  El Loco flips and lands on his feet, he slides between Shadow's leg...  AND GETS A MUCH NEEDED TAG!"

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido from the top turnbuckle...  Flying crossbody!  Shido rolls away...  Spinning wheel kick connects just as Shadow Callahan is getting up!  Callahan tries to shake it off...  Fame-asser by Shido!  Shido with a rear-naked choke on Callahan!  Callahan tries to break free but Shido has his arms locked in tight!  Callahan rises to his feet...  He's gonna back Shido to the corner...  Shido lets go and slips between the ropes and Callahan hits the turnbuckles hard!  Shido with a pele kick from the apron connects!  Callahan is down!  Shido from the top turnbuckle...  450 SPLASH!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "The crowd is pumped up, and why not?  This is one helluva match.  These two tag teams are giving their all, showing the world why the RoC tag team division is the best!  Felipe goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan gets a shoulder up!  Felipe Shido needs to keep his momentum if he wants to stop Callahan...  He must not...  Ooh!  I spoke too soon big back elbow catches Shido off-guard.  Shido tries to retaliate and ducks under a big discus clothesline from Callahan...  Shido springboards on the top rope...  Hurricanrana...  NOOO!  Countered into a powerbomb!  Callahan leaps and gets a tag!  Allister King with a moonsault right off the bat...  He flattens Shido!  The King of Fools hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Felipe kicks out at two!  Allister knows that this match can go either way and needs to finish Felipe off soon...  Allister waits for Felipe to get up...  He's going for the Hadoukick!"

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido ducks and dodges the Hadoukick attempt by The King of Fools!  Flying knee strike catches Allister King off-guard!   Shido charges towards King...  Frankensteiner!   King just got planted to the canvas!   Shido tags in El Loco!  Allister King is down in the middle of the ring as Felipe Shido and El Loco look down at him. Felipe Shido stars jumping and yelling L.O.V.E as El Loco does the same but yelling L.O.C.O they then both proceed to do the worm and fall and chop Allister King's throat!  L.O.V.E. L.O.C.O.!  Rollercoaster of Love hits their finisher!"

Brad Blood:  "We're gonna have new tag champs!  We're gonna have new tag champs!  El Loco hooks the leg as Felipe dropkicks Shadow off the apron and...  What the?!  IT'S CRUSADE!  CRUSADE ENTERS THE RING AND ATTACKS EL LOCO!"

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade lifts his opponent into the air before dropping them down face first in a gourdbuster, as he starts to get up, Crusade lunges forward, kneeing El Loco square in the temple, brutally executing the Damnation.   Felipe Shido goes to his partner's aid but Colton Charles Cai Cobb sneaks up behind him...  Colton Charles Cai Cobb grabs his opponent's waist and hoists his opponent up onto his shoulder in an overhead gutwrench backbreaker rack. He then sits down and simultaneously flips the opponent forwards and downwards, slamming his opponent down to the ground face-first to one side executing an explosive Ground Zero!  Shido is also out!  Now Crusade focuses his attention on Allister King!  Crusade lunges at his opponent, elbowing him to the ground, viciously. Crusade then kicks Allister King in the head before locking him in a double arm bar resembling a grotesque cross, executing the Revelation.  Shadow Callahan tries to help his partner but Colton Charles Cai Cobb knocks his opponent down and sits on his opponent's back. Grabbing both his opponent's arms, Colton Charles Cai Cobb pulls them across his opponents neck in a "X" until his opponent passes out executing an excruciating RDX!  The Northern Kings are trapped with nowhere to go!  The Full-Time Killers keep their submission holds until both King and Callahan pass out!"

Brad Blood:  "What a brutal assault by The Full-Time Killers!  Crusade and C4 exit the ring to loud boos from the crowd..."

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a no-contest due to interference...  STILL THE ROC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...  THE NORTHERN KINGS!"

Jim Jackson:  "What a brutal assault by Full-Time Killers.  They went in and destroyed both teams just as Rollercoaster of Love was about to possibly become the new RoC Tag Team Champions..."

Brad Blood:  "Well if Lee Morrison still proceeds to keep Crusade and C4 from what they want, we may see something like this again and again and again and again and again and..."

Jim Jackson:  "We get the picture Brad...  The question is what will happen next after this brutal attack."






In a mad dash, the wrestler known as Diarrhea Boy runs backstage weaving through the production crew while clutching his butt...

Diarrhea Boy:  "OUTTA MY WAY!  IT'S COMING!  IT'S COMING OUT!!!  C'MON!  MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!  I NEED TO LET THIS ALL OUT BEFORE THE GAUNTLET MATCH TONIGHT!  I NEED TO..."

SPLORTCH!!!

Diarrhea Boy:  "Change my pants..."

A foul smelling odor starts to emanate from Diarrhea Boy as his pants start to turn to a shade of brown...  Everyone begins to avoid him now but it's clearly too late...  Diarrhea Boy turns a shade of red as he quickly heads towards the locker rooms to get changed as the scene fades...






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 position in the middle of the ring, Raising the Championship Belt over head.

Ray Kamaura: "I want everyone to know that I am a fighting Champion! I welcome any and all challengers who come my way, without hesitation. I have struggled for so long and so hard to finally take my place a top the worlds greatest Wrestlers. So that is why everyone tonight needs a reminder of what they are fighting for."

Ray waved his hand and from back stage two men wheeled out a pedestal, made of marble, accented with a gold inlay. The men placed it in front of the announce table and walked away. The Mountainous Man climbed down from the ring and placed the RoC World Championship Belt upon the Pedestal.

Ray Kamaura: "The winner tonight, faces me... For the Ring of Chaos World Championship."

Ray put down his mic and sat down beside the Championship.



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Jim Jackson:  "Here it is Brad, the main event of the evening, the match everyone has been waiting for...  The match that will decide who will become the number one contender for the RoC World Title!"

Brad Blood:  "Well the answer to that is quite obvious, only one wrestler is beautiful enough to become champ..."

Jim Jackson:  "Oh for crying out loud Brad..."

Brad Blood:  "That's right the wrestler who shares the same DNA as I, the scion from my sperm...  XAVIER BLOOD!"

Jim Jackson:  "Seriously?!  Sigh...  Let's go to Alice for the introductions of the first two wrestlers..."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a gauntlet match and is for the number one contender for the RoC World Title!  Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 225 pounds, hailing from Singapore...  The Saviour...  TAUFIK!"

"Freakshow" by Skillet blasts through the speakers as Taufik walks out to a sea of boos from the fans. He spits on the floor before making his way to the ring. Once he reaches to the apron, he praises Allah and enters the ring looking at the fans with a look of disgust.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 195 pounds, hailing from Houston, Texas, Gorgeous...  XAVIER BLOOD!"

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

Brad Blood:  "There's my boy!  THERE'S MY BOY!!!"

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!  Xavier Blood quickly goes to the ropes using it to gain momentum...  He leaps...  RIGHT INTO A HARD RIGHT BY TAUFIK!  Taufik grabs Xavier Blood and lifts him up...  Backbreaker!  Taufik grabs his opponent and puts him in a half-nelson choke with a body scissor...  IT'S TAUFIK'S FINISHER MAY ALLAH BLESS UPON YOU!   Will Xavier Blood tap?!  HE DOES!  BLOOD TAPS!!!  BLOOD TAPS!!!  Taufik quickly dispatches of Xavier Blood!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Brad Blood:  "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!  That...  THAT TERRORIST!  HE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE ALLOWED HERE IN THE U.S. of A.!  FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Xavier Blood has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at  6 feet tall and weighing in at 223 pounds, hailing from Fucking, Austria, Max-O...  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.

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Taufik charges in and brutally attacks Maximus Orgasmus with hard forearm shots!  Taufik with a hard right rocks Max-O!  Orgasmus staggers around as Taufik goes for a lariat...  Max-O ducks and grabs Tau from behind!  German suplex!  Taufik bounces off the canvas!  Orgasmus going for a leg drop... Taufik rolls away!  Taufik tries to grab Max-O from behind... Mule kick by Orgasmus followed by a neckbreaker!  Maximus Orgasmus for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "Yeah!  Pin that terrorist!  Eliminate that heathen!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Jim Jackson:  "Taufik gets a shoulder up at two!  Maximus Orgasmus stomps away at Taufik before grinding his heel on Tau's face...  Headlock from Orgasmus...  Taufik tries to break free...  The Saviour counters the headlock into a hammerlock!  Orgasmus twists free of the hammerlock and counters it with a hammerlock of his own!  Taufik quickly counters with a series of back elbows!  Orgamus gets rocked by the elbows...  He falls to the ropes and bounces back...  TAUFIK WITH HIS SIGNATURE SUPERKICK SURPRISE!!!  Maximus Orgasmus is down!  Taufik hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Maximus kicks out!  Whew!  That was a close one, c'mon Max-O, kick that terrorist's butt!  Don't let him get another win here in American soil!"

Jim Jackson:  "Maximus Orgasmus is sent crashing into the turnbuckles with an Irish whip.  Taufik charges in...  Ooh!  Big Body Avalanche squashes Orgasmus in the corner!  Snap suplex by Taufik sends Orgasmus flying to the canvas.  Tau goes for the cover but Orgasmus has a leg on the bottom rope!  Tau picks Max-O up...  Body slam!  Taufik locks in a camel clutch!  Maximus Orgasmus is reaching for the ropes, Tau pulls his arms back in and applies more pressure!  Max-O struggles for the ropes...  He makes it!  Taufik grabs Orgasmus' leg and tries to apply an ankle lock...  Orgasmus twists around and grabs Tau's ankle instead!  Reversal!  Max-O locks in a figure four leg lock!  Tau quickly flips over...  REVERSED!  A reverse figure four and now it's Maximus Orgasmus who is in trouble!  Maximus Orgasmus reaches for the ropes!  He makes it!  The ref breaks the hold!  Taufik gets back to his feet, he waits for Max-O to get up...  SIGNATURE SUPERKICK!  Taufik hits Surprise! again for the second time!  Max-O crumples to the canvas!  Tau hooks the leg...."

Brad Blood:  "He has a fistful of tights!  The ref doesn't notice!  NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Maximus Orgasmus has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at  6 feet tall and weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from parts unknown...  THE MASKED MORON!"

"I'm with Stupid" by Pet Shop Boys start playing on the loud speakers as The Masked Moron lowers himself from the rafters with a makeshift rope pulley system.  He gets stuck in mid-air and is forced to cut his rope falling flat on his face from 8 feet in the air.  He quickly leaps back up to his feet seemingly undamaged and heads to the wrong corner to wait for his opponent."

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "There's the bell!  The Masked Moron wastes no time and charges towards Taufik!  Taufik sidesteps and Moron smashes into the turnbuckles chest first!  He smashed so hard he bounces back...  Right into Taufik's arms....  NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX PIN!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Oh god, who let that idiot into the ring?  Then again if that terrorist loses to an idiot like him..."

Jim Jackson:  "Taufik proceeds to put The Masked Moron in a cross armbar!  The Masked Moron isn't even reaching for the ropes...  Do you think he's too stupid to know about the rope break?"

Brad Blood:  "Oh god!  This won't be pretty..."

POP!!!

Jim Jackson:  "Holy crap!  Taufik just popped The Masked Moron's shoulder off its socket!  Moron's left arm is just hanging there useless!  The Masked Moron ignores it and charges towards Taufik!  Tau with a leg trip sends him to the mat...  HE LOCKS IN A CROSS ARMBAR ON MORON'S OTHER ARM!"

POP!!!

Brad Blood:  "The referee is calling for the bell since The Masked Moron cannot continue with both shoulders dislocated!  Dammit!  That Muslim bastard wins again!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen The Masked Moron has been eliminated!  The next entrant in the gauntlet, standing at 5 feet 10 inches and weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Nowhere, Oklahoma, Joe J....  JOE JOBBER!"

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 excitedly leaps into the ring and heads to his corner waiting for the match to begin.

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Joe Jobber charges towards Taufik...  Right into a stiff clothesline!  Joe J. gets back up to his feet...  Big knee to the gut followed by a double-underhook DDT!  Jobber got planted big time!  Taufik drags Joe J. to the corner...  He starts slamming Jobber's head unto the turnbuckles!  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Tuafik grabs Jobber from behind...  German suplex!  Joe J. is not moving at all!  Taufik for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "Joe has his foot on the bottom rope!  The ref points it out...  That terrorist drags Joe to the middle of the ring...  He goes for the cover!  Joe is not moving at all, I don't think he's gonna kick out!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Joe Jobber somehow gets a shoulder up!  Taufik hooks the leg again!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Joe may have kicked out but he's not even moving at all!  This can't be good, he is helpless!  That Muslim bastard can rape him and he wouldn't realize it let alone put up a fight!"

Jim Jackson:  "You're right and Taufik knows it!  Taufik grabs Joe Jobber and puts him in a half-nelson choke with a body scissor...  TAUFIK LOCKS IN MAY ALLAH BLESS UPON YOU!  The referee checks on Joe J., he's not responding at all!  The ref calls for the bell!  Look Brad, Joe J. lost the same way your kid did!"

Brad Blood:  "Screw you Jim."

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Joe Jobber has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 205 pounds, hailing from Shitterton, Dorset, England, D-Boy...  DIARRHEA BOY!"

"Shit Towne" by Live starts playing on the loudspeakers as Diarrhea Boy bursts forth from the entrance tunnel.

Jim Jackson:  "And out comes Diarrhea Boy, one of the...  What the?!"

Brad Blood:  "IT CAN'T BE!  IT'S HIM!  IT'S ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!  HE JUST ATTACKED DIARRHEA BOY FROM BEHIND AND THREW HIM OFF THE TOP OF THE RAMP!"

Alexander Melchiott:  "Now now now, it seems that things have gone to crap in my absence.  In fact the proof is this lackluster gauntlet match to decide the next number one contender for the world title where you have contenders who couldn't even eliminate that joke standing inside of the ring.  Well, I am back and I am entering myself into this competition to show you all how it is done."

Jim Jackson:  "Wait, he can't do that!  Alexander Melchiott just entered himself into the gauntlet!  He rushes into the ring and starts throwing big punches sending Taufik reeling!"

Brad Blood:  "Well, he just did Jim!  And honestly I would welcome him if he can eliminate that terrorist Taufik!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Taufik tries to battle back but Alexander Melchiott easily weaves out of the way.  Big dropkick by Melchiott sends Taufik reeling.  Alexander Melchiott charges toward Taufik and drives a shoulder into Taufik's midsection!  Midnight Slice!  Taufik is down on the canvas!   Alexander Melchiott crosses the arms of Taufik before swinging his legs over the crossed arms while falling onto his back.  Forming an "X" shape with his legs, Alexander begins pushing against Taufik's neck while also pulling on his arms to maximize the pressure....  IT'S THE MOONLIGHT GOODNIGHT!  TAUFIK TAPS!  TAUFIK TAPS!"

Brad Blood:  "Haha!  Right off the bat Alexander did what he promised to do and eliminates that terrorist!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Taufik has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 160 pounds, hailing from Newfoundland, Canada, B²...  BOB BOBBIE!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott doesn't wait for Bob Bobbie to finish and attacks Bobbie before the bell!"

Brad Blood:  "It is a good strategy..."

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip sends Bob Bobbie to the corner...  Alexander Melchiott rushes in and connects with a big knee, he grabs Bobbie's head...  Bulldog from the corner!  Snap suplex by Melchiott keeps B² on the canvas.  Alexander lifts Bob Bobbie onto his shoulders before throwing Bob Bobbie’s legs back and falling to the mat, driving Bob Bobbie’s face into the mat!  Moonlight Drive!  B² is getting dismantled!  He can't even put up any offense!"

Brad Blood:  "God I've missed Alexander.  Look at him go!  I like this new vicious streak we are seeing.  It'll be interesting to see what the other competitors can do against him."

Jim Jackson:  "Bob Bobbie struggles to his feet.  Alexander Melchiott grabs him from behind...  Back elbows stuns Melchiott!  Bobbie with an enzuigiri sends Melchiott reeling!  B² charges towards Melchiott...  Melchiott ducks and goes to the ropes...  Springboard flying crossbody!  Melchiott hooks the legs!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Bob manages to kick out, seriously why does he even bother?  We all know how this is gonna end..."

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott moves to the turnbuckle and climbs onto the first rope before flipping back and onto Bob Bobbie with a moonsault.  Alexander Melchiott quickly gets back to his feet before jumping onto the second rope and landing onto Bob Bobbie with a second moonsault.  Jumping back to his feet, Alexander Melchiott quickly hops onto the turnbuckle’s third rope before leaping back and onto Bob Bobbie with a third and final moonsault!  IT'S THE MOONLIGHT SPECIAL!  Melchiott for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Bob Bobbie has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 3 feet 3/4 inches inches tall and weighing in at 80 pounds, hailing from Fujian Province, China, LITTLE WANG!"

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

Brad Blood:  "And here comes another cannon fodder!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang runs between Alexander Melchiott's legs, he bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Hotspur from the back!   Springboard corkscrew splash from Wang flattens Melchiott!  Melchiott tries to get back to his feet...  Hurricanrana from Wang sends him flying!  The crowd goes wild!  Wang goes high risk...  He leaps from the top turnbuckle...  Melchiott rolls away but Wang lands on his feet!  Standing moonsault right on Melchiott!  Wang hooks the legs!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "Alexander kicks out at two!  Damn, that midget is really going at Melchiott..."

Jim Jackson:  "Little Wang climbs up to the top of the ring post and leaps, stretching out to a horizontal position, his legs and arms inward and then outward...  NO!  Alexander Melchiott gets his knees up countering the Tadpole Splash!  Wang clutches his midsection writhing on the canvas!  Melchiott starts stomping away viciously at Wang.  Alexander Melchiott doubles Little Wang over with a kick to the gut before hooking both of his/her arms behind his back.  Alexander Melchiott lifts Little Wang up and into the air before spiking him head-first into the mat.  MOONLIGHT FESTIVAL!  I think this is it!  Melchiott for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Alexander makes short work of the shorty!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Little Wang has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 10 inches 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. With a huge leap she lands on the ring apron and slingshots herself into the ring using the top rope. She lands perfectly...

Jim Jackson:  "ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT BLINDSIDES CHRISTY CHASE!  Again he doesn't wait for the bell!"

DING!

Brad Blood:  "Well in a gauntlet match every little thing counts and if he wants to win it, Melchiott needs to bend every rule he can."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip sends Christy Chase to the ropes...  Back body drop by Alexander Melchiott.  Springboard double leg drop by Melchiott connects!  Chase tries to crawl away...  Melchiott grabs her leg!  Ankle lock!  Ankle lock is locked in!  Chase screams in pain as Melchiott twists that ankle!  Chase tries to crawl to the ropes...  Melchiott pulls her back!  Chase may have no option but to tap out!"

Brad Blood:  "I'd tap her...  I mean, yeah you're right Jim.  Christy is trapped with nowhere to go...  If she doesn't get to the ropes or find a way to escape soon, Alexander's gonna snap her ankle in two."

Jim Jackson:  "Christy Chase is in serious pain...  Wait!  She flips herself over and uses her other leg to kick free sending Alexander Melchiott to the ropes!  Chase gets up but Melchiott with a forearm to the back of the damaged leg!  Chase screams as she goes down!  Melchiott grabs the leg and applies a figure four leglock!  Another submission maneuver!  Chase tries to grab the ropes...  And she makes it!  Melchiott is not letting go!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Alexander maximizes the time before letting go!  Good strategy there."

Jim Jackson:  "Christy Chase uses the ropes to prop herself up...  Dragon legscrew on the hurting leg by Alexander Melchiott takes her down!  Melchiott slips out of the ring still holding on to Chase's leg...  HE SLAMS THE INJURED LEG INTO THE RING POST!  He's not done!  HE DOES IT AGAIN AND AGAIN!  Chase screams in pain!  The ref warns Hotspur to get back into the ring.  Melchiott enters the ring as the crowd boo loudly.  Melchiott goes to the top rope...  He jumps...  DOUBLE FOOT STOMP RIGHT INTO THE INJURED LEG OF CHASE!  Chase screams in pain!  This is just too much!  Melchiott is..."

Brad Blood:  "Doing what it takes to win this gauntlet Jim.  He's playing it smart and holding no quarters..."

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott grabs Christy Chase's leg...  He's going for a scorpion deathlock...  WAIT!  The referee stops the fight!  Christy Chase has passed out from the pain and the ref is calling for the bell!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Christy Chase has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 6 inches inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, hailing from Sichuan, 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.

Brad Blood:  "OOH!  FOOK YU DOESN'T WAIT FOR THE BELL AND CHARGES TOWARDS ALEXANDER!  There's definitely some bad blood there from their history."

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Yu with vicious vicious punches sends Alexander Melchiott on the defensive!  He has both arms up...  Big knee by Fook Yu gets through!  Hotspur is doubled over...  Spinning neckbreaker by Fook Yu!  Fook Yu  off the second rope...  Springboard legdrop!  Fook Yu hooks the leg but Melchiott kicks out before the referee can even begin to count.  Fook Yu grabs Melchiott...  Eye rake by Melchiott!  The ref gives Melchiott a warning...  Alexander Melchiott jumps onto the turnbuckle before springing back, catching Nao Fook Yu's head, and driving her face-first into the mat.  MOONLIGHT CUTTER!  Melchiott for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Well Fook Yu is as tough as they come, Alexander has gotta do more than that if he wants to eliminate her."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip by Alexander Melchiott sends Nao Fook Yu to the ropes...  Fook Yu dodges a spinning wheel kick and bounces back from the ropes...  Melchiott going for a back body drop...  Fook Yu leaps over him and uses the ropes to gain more momentum...  Melchiott turns around and gets hit by a corkscrew crossbody!  Fook Yu leaps on top of Melchiott and unleashes a flurry of punches!  This may be the first time tonight we see Melchiott having some sort of trouble...  Fook Yu goes to the top turnbuckle...  Nao Fook Yu leaps to the second turnbuckle then to the top turnbuckle before leaping off towards her opponent driving both her knees into her opponent's head smashing it to the ground while admonishing her middle finger executing a shocking Fook You!  She goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Alexander manages to get his foot up on the bottom rope!  Close call for Alexander but still this doesn't deter Fook Yu.  She continues her assault on Alexander."

Jim Jackson:  "Big stomps keep Alexander Melchiott on the canvas!  Nao Fook Yu goes to the top rope again...   Melchiott somehow senses the danger and rolls out of the ring!  Fook Yu from the top turnbuckle leaps...  FLYING CROSSBODY TO THE OUTSIDE TAKES MELCHIOTT DOWN!  THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Looks like Fook Yu may have also hurt herself with that, she's clutching her ribs as she throws Melchiott back into the ring.  Fook Yu enters the ring and hooks the leg."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Hotspur kicks out just in the nick of time.  Nao Fook Yu is signalling for her finisher Express Delivery she waits for Alexande Melchiott to stagger up to his feet and times it...  Nao Fook Yu leaps to the top turnbuckle before leaping off...  DROPKICK FROM OUT OF NOWHERE FROM MELCHIOTT!  Fook Yu is down!  Melchiott rolls her up!  He has both feet on the middle rope!"

Brad Blood:  "The referee doesn't see it as he counts..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Nao Fook Yu has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 6 feet 4 inches inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The King of Fools, The Jester of the Ring and one-half of the RoC Tag Team Champions...  ALLISTER KING!"

Blue and Red lights shine throughout the arena as Hammerfall's "Any Means Necessary" begins to play. Allister King,  walks out onto the entrance ramp to a thunderous roar of the crowd. He poses on the top of the ramp as white pyrotechnics begin to rain down behind him. He continues to walk down to the ring and it is clear that he still hasn't fully recovered from his match earlier.

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King seems to be hurting from the brutal assault by Full-Time Killers earlier...  Can he beat Alexander Melchiott in this state?  King climbs up to the apron to enter the ring...  Melchiott attacks him with a knee through the second rope and grabs his head and suplexes him int the ring!  Another pre-bell attack by Melchiott!"

DING!

Brad Blood:  "Well Fook Yu took a lot out of Alexander in their fight, Alexander needs to use every trick he knows to somehow recover and blindsiding your opponent works pretty well."

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott with sharp stiff kicks sends The King of Fools to the ropes... Big flying knee takes Allister King down!  Alexander Melchiott crosses the arms of Allister King before swinging his legs over the crossed arms while falling onto his back.  Forming an "X" shape with his legs, Alexander Melchiott begins pushing against Allister King's neck while also pulling on his arms to maximize the pressure.  He has the Midnight Goodnight locked in!  This could be it!  King is trying to get to the ropes but he's smack in the middle of the ring!  That coupled with the injury he received earlier from Crusade...  King has no choice and he taps!  King taps!"

Brad Blood:  "Well that was quick...  Then again Allister was fighting with an injury so..."

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Allister King has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 6 inches inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, hailing from Sichuan, China, NAO FOOK MI!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott tries to take her down with a clothesline before the bell but she expected it and counters with a spinning high kick!"

Brad Blood:  "Looks like Fook Mi wants revenge for what Alexander did with her sister."

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "A series of kicks sends Alexander Melchiott to the corner. Spinning backfist by Nao Fook Mi connects!  Fook Mi with a leg scissor takedown!  She locks in a single-leg Boston crab!  Melchiott rolls and kicks free!  Dropkick by Fook Mi sends Melchiott reeling!   Fook Mi charges in but Melchiott sidesteps and grabs a fistful of Fook Mi's hair!  He pulls Fook Mi's hair and sends her to the canvas!  The ref gives Melchiott a warning...  Melchiott grabs Fook Mi but she breaks free and hits Melchiott with a spinning side kick!  Scissor kick takes Melchiott down!  Fook Mi goes to the top turnbuckle...  Senton splash!  Fook Mi for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Alexander gets a shoulder up at two!  He manages to roll away from Fook Mi getting some distance..."

Jim Jackson:  "Superkick from Fook Mi...  No!  Melchiott dodges!  He grabs Fook Mi and gets her shoulders to the mat with a backslide...  Fook Mi rolls free and back up to her feet.  Melchiott with a low kick but Fook Mi jumps over it and counters with a high kick...  Melchiott bends over at the last second as the high kick misses!  He sweeps the leg of Fook Mi, Fook Mi goes down but quickly bounces back up and counters with a spinning wheel kick.  Melchiott weaves out of the way just at the last moment and rolls to the ropes...  Fook Mi leaps towards Melchiott who ducks but she lands on the ropes and bounces back grabbing Melchiott's head...  Melchiott shoves her off...   Alexander Melchiott charges toward Nao Fook Mi and drives a shoulder into Nao Fook Mi's midsection!  Midnight Slice!  Hotspur for the cover."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Fook Mi gets a shoulder up as the fans clap in appreciation of what they just saw."

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

Jim Jackson:  "Double axe handle from the second turnbuckle by Alexander Melchiott!  A kick to the gut by Melchiott keeps Nao Fook Mi down.  Melchiott goes to the top turnbuckle...  Fook Mi trips his leg and Hotspur lands on his groin!  Fook Mi leaps to the top turnbuckle...  FRANKENSTEINER!  Melchiott hits the canvas hard!  Nao Fook Mi grabs her opponent's head and puts him on a facelock, she then runs on the ropes flipping over slamming her opponent's back unto the mat executing a spine-tingling Special Delivery.  Fook Mi for the cover!  Is this it?"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Alexander still manages to get a shoulder up!  That's the tenacity of the former tag team champ for you, but then again Fook Mi is also a former tag team champ..."

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Mi leaps to the top of the turnbuckle, she somersaults over her opponent who rushes in towards her landing behind her opponent who spins around right into a deadly burst kick sending her opponent crashing to the corner before leaping up and grabbing her opponent's back using the momentum to drive his/her back unto her knees executing a devastating Fook Mi Special!!!  Fook Mi for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "No no no no no!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "She did it!  Nao Fook Mi eliminates Alexander Melchiott!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Alexander Melchiott has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood:  "Alexander can't believe he got eliminated...  WAIT!  HE ATTACKS FOOK MI!"

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott moves to the turnbuckle and climbs onto the first rope before flipping back and onto Nao Fook Mi with a moonsault.  Alexander Melchiott quickly gets back to his feet before jumping onto the second rope and landing onto Nao Fook Mi with a second moonsault.  Jumping back to his feet, Alexander Melchiott quickly hops onto the turnbuckle’s third rope before leaping back and onto Nao Fook Mi with a third and final moonsault.  Melchiott just laid Fook Mi out with the Midnight Special before leaving the ring!"

Alice Aoi:  "The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines...  BOY BAKLA!"

Brad Blood:  "Bakla enters the ring and sees Fook Mi laid out on a silver platter!  The tranny hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Nao Fook Mi has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 11 inches 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.

Jim Jackson:  "Both wrestlers lock up.  Boy Bakla manages to get a headlock on Samantha King but King shoves Bakla to the ropes... Bakla bounces back right into a belly to belly suplex!  Bakla rolls back to her feet, King with a tilt-a-whirl head scissor takedown!  The Morrigan off the top rope springboard elbow drop connects!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "Impressive moveset from Sammie but it's not enough to keep Bakla down."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla battles back with a series of slaps...  Samantha King retaliates with a a series of chops.  Irish whip by The Morrigan, Bakla reverses it!  Back body drop by Bakla...  King counters with a knee to the face!  King off the ropes...  Right into a spinebuster!  Bakla with a springboard knee drop...  King rolls out of the way!  Bakla gets taken out with a stiff clothesline!  Samantha King leaps on Bakla's knee and hits an axe kick!  FULLMOON RISING CONNECTS!  King for the cover~!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Bakla gets its shoulder up at two!  The tranny is still in the game."

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King leaps up and takes Boy Bakla down with a clothesline legsweep...  Siren's Call!  Samantha King quickly applies a crossface!  Boy Bakla is trapped!  She's trying to reach for the ropes...  Bakla makes it!   King releases the hold.  King goes to grab Bakla...   Boy Bakla grabs its opponent's hair and pulls it hard executing a horrible Bad Hair Day!  The ref gives Bakla a warning.  Bakla with a body slam!  Leg drop by Bakla connects.  Bakla lifts King up...  Piledriver!  Bakla for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Sammie gets her shoulder up at two!  Bakla licks its lips...  Looks like the fruitcake has something planned..."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla mounts on top of it's opponent and starts slapping away hard with a series of slaps...  WAIT SAMANTHA KING GRABS BAKLA'S HAND AS IT COMES DOWN WITH A FINAL SLAP!  KING BLOCKS THE MAKEOVER!  King counters it into a cross armbar!  Bakla is trapped!  Bakla tries to go for the ropes...  She makes it!  King lets go...  Throat jab by Bakla but the ref misses it!  DDT by Bakla plants King to the canvas!  Bakla hooks the leg."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Sammie kicks out at two!  The fairy still can't keep Sammie's shoulder down.  Bakla slams its fists down on the mat in frustration."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla looks like she going for her finisher Sexual Harassment...  Samantha King rolls away just as Bakla leaps towards her and counters with a knee to the gut.   Samantha King stands ready as Bakla gets to her feet. Samantha King swings her leg delivering a swift boot to the groin area. Before Boy Bakla 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 Boy Bakla driving her into the mat with a standing shiranui...  BANSHEE'S CRY!  Bakla is down!  King hooks the leg!"

Brad Blood:  "This is it!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Boy Bakla has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 6 feet 3 inches inches tall and weighing in at over 500 pounds, hailing from parts unknown, THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN!"

THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!!

"Weird Al" Yankovic's "Eat It" starts blasting from from the speakers as the earth reverberated and shook as the monstrosity known as The Morbidly Obese Man emerges from the entrance tunnel and makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.  The monstrous sight of the wrestler made the audience cringe as each flab of fat jiggled and flapped with each step he took.  He enters the ring with surprising agility for a man his size and waits for his opponent.

Jim Jackson:  "Looks like Samantha King has bitten off more than she can chew..."

Brad Blood:  "That is an understatement Jim, this is like the mismatch of the century..."

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "The Morbidly Obese Man charges towards Samantha King who quickly dodges.  She attacks with some kicks but it looks like it didn't have any effect.  King goes to the ropes...  Springboard crossbody...  TMOM catches her and slams her to the canvas!  Giant stomp by TMOM...  King barely dodges...  The Morrigan off the ropes... Springboard reverse DDT...  NO!  TMOM shoves her off of him!  He's just too much weight for her...  King rolls away from TMOM's grasp..."

Brad Blood:  "At this point Sammie can only just run away, she may not be able to do much at all against the monster man meat mountain..."

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King leaps to the top turnbuckle...  Flying spinning knee strike...  NO!  The Morbidly Obese Man catches her and slams her hard into the canvas!  King tries to get up...   The Morbidly Obese Man shoves his opponent down unto the mat, he leaps up into the air and sits down on him/her with such force crushing her to the canvas and pinning them to the mat executing a morbidly horrifying Massive Sit Down!!!  This could be it!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Brad Blood:  "Yeah...  Like anyone can get up after being flattened by TMOM..."

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Samantha King has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 6 feet 8 inches inches tall and weighing in at 275 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The Dullahan...  SHADOW CALLAHAN!"

"Dead to the World" by Nightwish begins to play as smoke begins to cover the ramp. Shadow Callahan begins to make his way out of the backstage early with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a cane over his shoulder. He stands on the ramp, takes a few draws and flicks it away. He exhales the smoke and proceeds to head down to the ring. He slaps a few of the crowds hands before rolling into the ring. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and raises the cane up in the air with a primal scream.

Jim Jackson:  "As with Allister King, it seems that Shadow Callahan is still hurting from the assault by Colton Charles Cai Cobb earlier.  Will he be able to take down The Morbidly Obese Man in his condition?"

Brad Blood:  "Well we're about to find out aren't we?"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Both men charge at each other and begin brawling!  Fists are flying left and right, neither men giving any quarter.  Shadow Callahan knows he has to finish this match quickly else he'll be in big trouble...  Ear clap by The Dullahan stuns The Morbidly Obese Man.  Irish whip sends TMOM to the ropes... Clothesline sends the big man reeling.  Running big boot by Shadow Callahan...  His signature move The Dullahan connects and TMOM is on the ropes...  Big clothesline by Callahan...  TMOM GOES OVER!  Shadow Callahan leaps over to the ring apron...  Flying double axe handle takes TMOM down!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!"

Brad Blood:  "Uh-oh, the ref started counting..."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip by Shadow Callahan sends The Morbidly Obese Man crashing to the steel steps!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Two!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow's plan may work, if he keeps TMOM outside, he can win by count out!"

Jim Jackson:  "Big knee by Shadow Callahan stuns The Morbidly Obese Man."

Jack B. Nimble:  "Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Ooh!  Shadow just barely dodged a big right from TMOM!  That big blob of blubber can move fast for a man his size."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip by Shadow Callahan...  REVERSED BY THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN!  Callahan is sent crashing to the steel railings!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Four!"

Brad Blood:  "TMOM charges towards Shadow..."

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan dodges and with a leg trip sends The Morbidly Obese Man face first into the steel railings!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Five!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow is so far doing everything right...  He needs to keep this up..."

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan with a series of European uppercut keeps The Morbidly Obese Man at bay!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Six!"

Brad Blood:  "Ooh!  TMOM just shoved Shadow away sending him tumbling a couple of feet."

Jim Jackson:  "The Morbidly Obese Man grabs Shadow Callahan...  The Morbidly Obese Man locks his hands around his opponent, squeezing him/her. He then shakes his opponent around like a rag doll executing a Big Love.  The submission is locked in!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Seven!"

Brad Blood:  "He's crushing Shadow's ribcage!  If Shadow cannot get free..."

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan wrenches an arm free!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Eight!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow tries to get his other arm free can he do it or will TMOM break him in half?"

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan gets his other arm free!  He starts to attack TMOM with W chops and ear slaps!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Nine!"

Brad Blood:  "TMOM's grip loosens!  Shadow slips out of the Big Love!"

Jim Jackson:  "Dropkick sends TMOM over the steel railings!  Shadow rolls into the ring just as the ref counts to ten!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "TEN!"

Brad Blood:  "He did it!  Shadow gets the win!  TMOM is out!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen The Morbidly Obese Man has been eliminated!  The next entrant, standing at 5 feet 11 inches inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District of San Francisco, California, The Fortunate One, The Chaotic God...  JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "This is Johnny Fortune's chance to get another title shot...  He starts his assault with a big flying right hook which catches Shadow Callahan on the jaw.  A series of low kicks keeps Callahan at bay.  Callahan retaliates with a big chop...  Fortune dodges and counters with a knee to the gut.  He grabs Callahan's head... DDT!  Shadow Callahan lying on the ground facing the floor Fortune ties the legs of Shadow Callahan around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of Shadow Callahan's head and  brutally forces the head of Shadow Callahan to the ground with his foot. Shadow Callahan Just experienced the Chaotic Communion!  Fortune for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "It took a while for Shadow to get a shoulder up, clearly the toll from his match earlier and the assault from C4 is beginning to show it's effect."

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune starts raining hard rights down on The Dullahan's head.  Shadow Callahan manages to shove Fortune off of him but Fortune quickly sends him to the turnbuckles back first with a dropkick.   The Fortunate One licks his lips and charges in...   Double flying knees crushes Callahan into the corner!  Shadow Callahan 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 Shadow Callahan, Fortune jumps up and kicks Shadow Callahan straight in the Head. My Lord that's Chaos Theory!  The Chaotic God pulls Callahan to the middle of the ring...  He hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Shadow hangs on by a thread!  How much more punishment can Shadow take?"

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan tries to get back up to his feet...  Facebuster by The Fortunate One!  Johnny Fortune continues his assault and connects with a middle kick.  Fortune with a kick to the gut...  Stun gun!  Callahan falls to the canvas!  Fortune wraps his hands around the back of Shadow Callahan's head and swiftly drives his knee into the head of Shadow Callahan! He might just have incapacitated Shadow Callahan with that move! What an Unfortunate End!  This could be it!  Fortune goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Holy crap Shadow dodges the bullet as his hand is rested on the bottom rope!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune takes the head of Shadow Callahan under his left arm with Shadow Callahan looking at the ceiling. Johnny Fortune just laughing all the way as he drives Shadow Callahan into the mat with a reverse DDT. Johnny Fortune wraps his legs around the torso of Shadow Callahan, he just started cranking the neck of Shadow Callahan back in a dragon sleeper! Johnny Fortune may just be trying to break the spirit of Shadow Callahan! Shadow Callahan could pass out or tap at any moment! This is one case of Ill Fortune for Shadow Callahan!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow tries to break free!  He tries to get to the ropes...  NO!!!  SHADOW TAPS!  SHADOW TAPS!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Shadow Callahan has been eliminated!  The last entrant, standing at 6 feet 6 inches inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, The Charismatic Crippler, C4...  COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB!"

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.

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Colton Charles Cai Cobb prepares to fight Johnny Fortune..."

"Love Rollercoaster" by Ohio Players plays as Felipe Shido comes out and gyrates his hips, Then El Loco comes up behind him shining gang signs in his face...

Brad Blood:  "What the?  WHAT IS ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE DOING OUT HERE?!  They aren't part of this gauntlet!"

Jim Jackson:  "Colton Charles Cai Cobb goes to the ropes and beckons El Loco and Felipe Shido to come over...  ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE PULL DOWN THEIR PANTS AND START MOONING C4!  C4 is livid!  Johnny Fortune uses the opportunity and quickly rolls C4 up while he's distracted!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "HOLY CRAP!  JOHNNY FORTUNE WINS THE GAUNTLET!  COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB CANNOT BELIEVE IT!"

Brad Blood:  "C4 just exits the ring and charges towards Roller Coaster of Love!  El Loco and Felipe hightails it as C4 chases them!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen Colton Charles Cai Cobb has been eliminated!  The winner of the gauntlet and NEW number one contender for the RoC World Title...  JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

Jim Jackson:  "What a turn of events, Johnny Fortune gets a second chance at the world title...  Who would have thought that he would pull off an upset against Colton Charles Cai Cobb.  Ray Kamaura has made his way outside the ring and is having a staredown with Fortune...  This will be one helluva rematch..."

Brad Blood:  "Well Johnny needs to send a thank you card to the Roller Coaster of Love, and possibly a get well soon card too if C4 manages to get his hands on those two."




Jim Jackson:  "What a night, with an uneventful beginning, the crowd almost demanded a refund for their tickets...  Good thing our main events delivered.  "

Brad Blood:  "You got that right Jim, my balls' sweat was sweating!  Seriously the crowd was ready to jump into the ring and tear everything apart."

Jim Jackson:  "Well in the end, The Northern Kings still retained their titles...  Probably not the way they wanted to retain it but they still get to hold on to the gold and of course...  Johnny Fortune!  He finally gets the rematch he has been yearning.  Will he finally win the RoC World Title off of Ray Kamaura?  Well find out next time folks...  Until then...  Good fight and good night!"



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