Chaos Supreme 06/28/2015

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Chaos Supreme 06/28/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jun 29, 2015 4:15 am



VS

Jim Jackson: "The fans are arriving into the arena as the ring is almost finished being set up which could only mean one thing, it is time for the dark match."

Brad Blood: "And tonight we have two men who use Viagra for different reasons as the man with erectile dysfunction due to age reasons, Nicolas Dorn, goes up against The man who has erectile dysfunction due to a sexual transmitted disease, Maximus Orgasmus."

Jim Jackson: "Those are just rumors..."

Brad Blood: "Maybe the ones about Maximus but I'm sure the other one is true."

Jim Jackson: "Look I am not going to set here and discuss if the wrestlers penises are working. Before we send it over to Alice to do the thing where she talks about the stuff about the guys who do the thing, we caught on camera earlier tonight Nicolas Dorn and his return to RoC."

The screen fizzles and turns on...

The Living Legend Nicolas Dorn walks through the entrance of the arena carrying a duffle bag.  The old man looks to be barely able to walk, yet he's still stumbled into the building.  Noticing the cameraman, Nicolas Dorn takes the opportunity presented.

Nicolas Dorn: "I left this company not to long ago out of support to my friend Thaddeus Rex... who's really the only person I even KNOW here, but still!  Loyalty has always been a big deal in this industry, and I showed him my support when I walked out of this company due to his unfair treatment... HOWEVER, Lee Morrison has offered me a substantial amount of money for me to come back to have a match here tonight.  So Rex, I'm still behind you buddy, but at my age the money really does matter just a little too much to ignore."

Shifting uncomfortably as he struggles with the weight of his duffle bag, Dorn quickly signals that he has to go.  Still talking to himself, the camera can pick up Dorn's final statements.

Nicolas Dorn: "Maybe if this goes well tonight, I'll be able to get back on the roster again and make even more money!"

Some thing really do never change...

The screen fades to black and the match begins...

Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Hailing from Queens, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds,..... "SMOOOTH" NICOLAS DORN!"

"You Really Got Me" by The Kinks plays in the arena as Nicolas Dorn stumbles out onto the entrance way.  Taking a breath to steady himself, the old man proceeds to do his signature shuffle before getting tired.  After catching his breath, Dorn proceeds to make his way to the ring, giving his signature finger guns to a few lucky ladies.  Reaching ringside, Dorn grabs the bottom rope and struggles to pull himself onto the apron, only barely managing to do so before rolling into the ring and trying to catch another breather before the match starts.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, Hailing from Fucking, Austria, weighing in at 223 pounds,.... 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: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Maximus Orgasmus starts of the match with a stiff chop to the chest. Dorn staggers backwards. Dropkick sends him against the ropes, Max-O throws him up in the air with a back body drop and letting gravity to the mat."

Brad Blood: "OH! Dorn lands hard on the mat and is screaming in agony. I think..I think he may have broke his hip on the landing. He is an old man, this is a very common thing to happen. The ref is checking on the injury as is Max-O."

Jim Jackson: "They are helping Dorn up off the mat. Wait! He was faking! Nicolas Dorn hooks Max-O's arms behind his back before pulling him head-first into the mat. DDT! DORN'S DESTROYING TEA MAKER! He hooks the leg."

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

DING! DING! DING!

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

Brad Blood: "I wonder how many old people actually fake injuries like that to scam money? Either way it was a well thought out plan which worked to perfection"

Jim Jackson: "I can't condone that type of tactic but I agree it was a smart move. Maximus has learned a valuable lesson. Just because they may be old and frail doesn't mean they aren't evil conniving douchebags."








Jim Jackson:  "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another night of great wrestling!  Things have shaken up a bit here in Ring of Chaos with the return of not only Thaddeus Rex but Alexander Melchiott...   Already their return is mired in controversy, the question now is what will they do next?"

Brad Blood:  "That's right Jim, these two think they can just waltz back in here and do what they want..."

Jim Jackson:  "And they did Brad...  Both men have swooped in and managed to disrupt the whole of RoC...  I have a feeling that was only the tip of the iceberg..."

Brad Blood:  "Well, ice melts and soon they will melt away and be forgotten...  But let's not sit here and talk about it, let's see it happen...  Let's get on with the show!"






Alexander Melchiott walks down the hall with a purpose as he looks for the room he's been to once before.  Stopping in front of the door, the name "Oriental Spices" can clearly be read.  The old Melchiott might have had prepared for an altercation in this instance, but the new and improved Melchiott merely raps on the door and awaits an answer, fully confident in his position and his plan.

Nao Fook Mi opens the door and is taken aback after seeing Alexander Melchiott standing on the other side.  Right at once she assumes a defensive stance and readies to slam the door shut again.

Nao Fook Mi:  "What do you want Melchiott?  Why have you come here?  I doubt that this is a social visit.  I do not think that we have anything to discuss, and whatever you ARE offering...  Well I already know better than to accept what you say at face value.  You have betrayed my trust before and once is enough...  Honestly I thought we were rid of you when you walked out of Ring of Chaos...  I do not care why you've returned and I doubt it is to apologize, besides we both know that your apology is as empty as the glass that holds your morals..."

Fook Mi prepares to close the door.


Alexander Melchiott: "Rawr!  Kitty's got claws for a loser.  Maybe if you had displayed that fire last show, you wouldn't be out of the tournament?  Regardless, you are not the person I am here to see.  I came here to see a winner.  I came here to see your sister."

The door fully swings open and Nao Fook Yu steps forward, clearly she was behind it out of view and has heard everything that was just said.  With a nod, she motions to her sister that it's okay.  Nao Fook Mi steps back and Fook Yu confronts the man who she would rather see with both legs broken.

Nao Fook Yu:  "And what makes you think that I would want to see you?  Let alone hear what you have to say?  You have fooled us enough with that forked tongue of yours, now begone before my boot meets your face."

Fook Yu clenches her fists and glares at Melchiott...


Alexander Melchiott: "I have fooled you?  You're the one who paraded around here speaking Chinese for how long?  Hello Pot, it's Kettle, I just called to say that you are black."

Melchiott smirks at the girl in front of him.  Seeing her glare remain unchanged only serves to widen Melchiott's smile.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now this is what I like to see!  So feisty!  So angry!  You, unlike your sister, know how to handle business.  Last show, I saw something in you; a fire.  A drive to be better than your sister here ever was.  You and I both know that while Nao Fook Mi has her moments, she lacks the killer instinct to break through.  I want you to return to that Nao Fook Yu."

Melchiott casts a gaze back at Nao Fook Mi before returning his eyes to Nao Fook Yu.

Alexander Melchiott: "After all, she lost and you won.  You proved that she can never tap into that demon.  You proved that she's never going to be capable of defeating Desiré.  You however, you just might have a chance..."

Alexander folds his arms across his chest, meeting Nao Fook Yu's glare with a steady stare.

Alexander Melchiott: "When you first came here I hated you, and I've given you plenty of reason to hate me, but what I saw last show -- that fire, that passion -- that's what can carry you to the gold.  Your sister IS weak, just as you said, but you are not.  So here are your options; you can either continue to take advice from your sister and ultimately fail, or you can tap into the Nao Fook Yu we've seen before and TAKE that Women's Championship from Desiré.  Of course, you're still rough around the edges and need some guidance... but I'd be more than happy to teach you how to be a success."

Alexander breaks eye contact, shrugging and slightly turning as if preparing to leave.

Alexander Melchiott: "Or you can end up like your sister and have nothing.  It's your choice, really."


Nao Fook Yu:  "Teach me how to be a success?  You value yourself too highly Melchiott.  I know I have what it takes to beat Samantha, I know I have what it takes to beat Desiré, I do not need you nor do I need anyone to be the best because I AM THE BEST."

Nao Fook Yu steps back and prepares to close the door but pauses for a moment.

Nao Fook Yu:  "I heard rumors about you and your visits to other wrestlers in the roster...  Now I do not know what you have planned but know this, if our paths cross again, you shall be the one asking for help as I drive your face into the cold concrete floor."

With that Fook Yu slams the door shut leaving Alexander Melchiott standing in the halls.


Alexander Melchiott: "Once a loser, always a loser."

Melchiott chuckles to himself.

Alexander Melchiott: "So the little girl who's tapped out to Allister, gotten pinned by Callahan, got beaten by my old tag team partner Andrew Hunter -- who I put back into retirement by the way --, and who most recently was pinned by yours truly in a gauntlet match now thinks that she's the "Best Wrestler in the World" and doesn't need anyone else's help.  If King doesn't teach her a lesson tonight, maybe I'll just have to reintroduce her to that familiar taste of defeat."

The scene fades as Alexander walks away from the locker room of The Oriental Losers.






Cher's "Believe" starts playing on the loud speakers as pink lights start flashing on top of the entrance ramp.  Leaping out from behind the lightshow, Boy Bakla, RoC's transsexual superstar dances down the entrance ramp and makes her way down the ring, all the while blowing kisses to the crowd.  She leaps up unto the ring apron and shimmies into the ring before being handed a mic as the crowd cheers her name.

Boy Bakla:  "So..."

Bakla takes a deep breath before she continues with what she wants to say.

Boy Bakla:  "It seems I screwed up...  Two weeks ago, you may or may not remember, I spewed out some words about a drought ending for me, but instead...  Well...  You all saw what happened...  Stuff transpired and Alexander Melchiott ended up the number one contender for the RoC Lightweight Championship...   But seriously though, it wasn't all my fault, if someone just held Alexander in place properly then things may have ended quite differently."

Bakla paces around a bit before continuing.

Boy Bakla:  "I mean c'mon...  It was a full nelson hold that was locked-in tight!  I cannot fathom how Rafik lost his grip and let Alexander escape!  Let's see that video again..."

Bakla points to the big screen and it comes to life.


Brad Blood:  "Alexander gets a shoulder up at two!  Bakla gets up and starts taunting Alexander who is still on the ground...  Bad idea...  That fairy should have capitalized instead of wasting time and giving Alexander a chance to bounce back on his feet!  AND ALEXANDER SHOVES BAKLA JUST AS THE MANTHING TRIED TO DRAG ALEXANDER BACK TO HIS FEET!  BAKLA FALLS BACKWARDS AND KNOCKS INTO THE REFEREE WHO FALLS OVER THE TOP ROPE!  THE REFEREE IS OUT!"

Jim Jackson:  "With the ref out, Rafik Arfah enters the ring!  It's a double team on Hotspur!  Alexander Melchiott is in trouble as both Boy Bakla and Arfah attack him!  Bakla whispers something to Arfah!  Arfah gets Melchiott in a full nelson hold!  Bakla slips out of the ring and grabs a steel chair!  Bakla enters the ring with the chair...  She swings...  MELCHIOTT SLIPS FREE AND BAKLA CLOCKS ARFAH!  ARFAH IS DOWN!  Alexander Melchiott doubles Boy Bakla over with a kick to the gut before hooking both of her arms behind her back.  Alexander lifts Boy Bakla up and into the air before spiking her head-first into the mat!  Moonlight Festival connects!  Melchiott hooks the legs just as the referee is coming to and enters back into the ring..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

The screen fades and Bakla continues to speak...

Boy Bakla:  "As you can all see, I am as much the victim here as Rafik is.  His letting Alexander escape is the direct cause of my loss.  So later on, it will be me and Rafik in the ring to settle our differences...  I'm sure Rafik will is already blaming his first loss here on me even if he is also semi-responsible for it, but I'm sure I'll be able to clear things out with him later as I pin him on the canvas one two three!  So until later, ciao!"

Bakla starts blowing kisses as Cher's "Believe" begins playing again on the loud speakers.






VS

Jim Jackson:  "Next we have the RoC Women Championsip Grand Prix Finals. 2 weeks ago we had Christy Chase taking on Samantha King but in the end it was King who managed to scrap by with the victory to advance to the next round. In our other match, we had the twin siblings doing battle as Nao Fook Mi took on Nao Fook Yu. A highly contested performance from both but Fook Yu managed to get the win."

Brad Blood:  "You could say Nao Fook Mi got Nao Fook'd Up."

Jim Jackson:  "We now Have King v Fook Yu to determine the number one contender for Desire's championship. Let's send it over to Alice Aoi for the introductions."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match for one fall and is Finals of the RoC Women Championship Number One Contender Grand Prix. Introducing first, 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 next, Hailing from The Emerald Isle, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds, 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:  "We start off when the competitors circling the ring before charging in for the test of strength. Fook Mi manages to prevail and applies the headlock. King tries to throw her off using the ropes for momentum but the grip is too tight. She continues to tighten the hold but Sam lifts her up and hits a back suplex."

Brad Blood:  "They get to their feet but Samantha is faster and goes for the leg lariat on Fook Mi. Nao manages to keep her balance and counters it into a sitout powerbomb. She holds for the cover."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "King may have got the shoulder up but Nao quickly changes the position into a boston crab. The ref is in perfect position. Sam struggles to not tap as she slowly drags herself to the ropes. Fook Mi releases the hold and hits an elbow drop to the back."

Brad Blood:  "She picks her opponent up and is looking for a DDT. Sam charges to break the hold and they both come crashing to the outside of the ring. They took a hard landing on that one and are barely able to get back to their feet."

Jim Jackson:  "Nao throws Sam ribs first into the edge of the ring apron then again to the barricade. She whips King into the ring post but it's countered and She ends up feeling the wrath of that move herself. Sam rolls her back in the ring and then follows."

Brad Blood:  "Samantha gets behind her and waits for her to get to her feet before hitting a running bulldog. She runs and springs of the second rope with a moonsault. It's good but it's not good enough to break the walls. She hooks the leg."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "She's grabbing her ribs, i think those attacks earlier may have done some serious damage. As Nao Fook Yu gets up, Sam unleashes a series of kicks which finishes with an enzuigiri that staggers her long enough for King to hit a jumping tornado DDT."

Brad Blood:  "She's picking her opponent up and whips her into the turnbuckle. The Morrigan runs to the opposite side and charges in. Nao fook Yu grabs the referee and uses him as a human shield to block the clothesline. The ref hits the mat. He's calling for the bell."

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by Disqualification and the winner of the RoC Women Championsip Grand Prix, "The Morrigan" SAMANTHA KING!"

Jim Jackson:  "Fook Yu exits the ring and begins to punch the side of the ring in anger. She broke the rules, she should have known what would happen."

Brad Blood: "Nao She's in trouble heuh heuh heuh..."

Jim Jackson: "All the complaining in the world won't reverse the decision. Anyway Samantha King wins the Grand Prix and is now the number one contender for Desire' Championship. Those 2 have bitter hatred towards one another for a few months now. It was Sammie who was defeated for Des to win the title and now we have a rematch. Can the Celtic Beauty dethrone the Devilish Vixen? I guess we will have to wait and see."


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Re: Chaos Supreme 06/28/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jun 29, 2015 4:28 am



Rafik Arfah's theme song hits and he shows up runs into the ring faster than Sonic the hedgehog. He grabs a mic and slaps a fan.

Rafik Arfah: "URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Brad Blood and Jim Jackson: "He's pissed."

Jim Jackson: "I was supposed to call that."

Brad Blood: "No. Shut your mouth. No."

Rafik Arfah: "BAKLA, YOU FUCKING NUT SWALLOWING CUCK. YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I'M BLAMING YOU FOR MAKING ME LOSE. I should have seen it coming. All the dirtsheets said I'd lose. It's like those fuckers predict the future.."

Jim Jackson: "What's a dirtsheet?"

Brad Blood: "JoMo and Miz's show."

Rafik Arfah: "ROC's refs are faggots. I didn't tap. I was attempting to kill a bug that approached me. I Never Give Up."

Brad Blood: "Nice one."

Rafik Arfah: "You are a disgrace, Bakla. A science experiment. And since you humiliated me, I'm gonna humiliate you. I have friends on bodybuilding.com who claim to have found pics of you pre-op. And I heard they are cringeworthy as fuark. Producers, reveal the pic!!!"

Spoiler:

ROC fans begin vomiting and some flee the arena.

Jim Jackson: "PISSENING."

Rafik Arfah: "HAHAHA! How does it feel, cuckold? How does it feel?!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA."

Jim Jackson: "He is a maniac. A SICKO."

Brad Blood: "Is Bakla even black?"

Rafik Arfah leaves the ring pleased with his disturbing actions.

Before Rafik could exit the ring, Cher's "Believe" starts playing on the speakers and Boy Bakla walks out from the back.

Boy Bakla:  "Oh wow, what a shit reaction from a shit wrestler...  Is that a pic from your own private stash Rafik?  Well I'm not one to judge...  I mean, whatever floats your boat right?  If that's what gets you off, that's what gets you off.  Now as I've said earlier, your loss is your fault as much as mine, all you had to do was to hold Melchiott still, instead you managed to screw that up by letting him slip free despite having a full Nelson hold firmly locked in!  And that ladies and gents just showed us how incompetent our dear dear Rafik really is.  Of course it also could be that Rafik over here is simply tired from working his arms trying to get off to the pic he just revealed."

The crowd begins to chuckle as Bakla does a "FAPPING" motion to taunt Rafik...

Boy Bakla:  "But seriously get some balls, I've had mine surgically removed and I still have more balls than you.  Your little tantrum just now showed us how much you respect the wrestling fans and the wrestling industry, now I'm not a saint mind you but even I wouldn't sink to your level.  If I knew you'd be a baby about losing, I should have pounded the chair on your head a couple more times for good measure to shut your whining and bigotry.  But it's not too late to correct that... Why don't we up the stakes then Rafik, I would like to pound some semblance of maturity into that thick skull of yours, so how about let's make tonight's match a hardcore match?  Unless you are scared and rather suck on your momma's titties, co'z those are probably the only pair you'll ever see in your lifetime..."

Bakla makes a sucking motion and taunts Rafik even more as the crowd starts laughing and chanting her name.

Crowd:  "BAKLA!  BAKLA!  BAKLA!"

Bakla waits for the crowd to settle down.

Boy Bakla:  "So what will it be Rafik?  Will you accept my proposal or would you rather go on another crappy tirade showing us more pictures from your fapping album?"

Bakla waits for Rafik to reply.


Rafik Arfah: "ur on fgt. imma cut u so bad u wish i not cut u so bad."

Rafik makes a "Suck It" motion and later noticeably regrets it as he realizes what he is asking him/her to do.

Brad Blood: "Is everyone in this fed a CUCKOLD?"

Jim Jackson: "No, just you and Rafik."  

Rafik grabs the mic and explains himself.

Rafik Arfah: "Fuck all you bitch ass mothafukas complaining online that I didn't even attempt to own him back. I have a show to edit and I just finished a hard exam. Blow me. FUCK. NO. NO BLOWING."

He kicks the ropes and screams.





The scene opens to Alexander Melchiott standing in the halls of the arena.  In a dark corner, a figure can just barely be seen.  The two seem to be in the middle of a conversation.

Alexander Melchiott: "Just think about it; I dropped my "Best Friend" on his head and ended his career -- again.  I bloodied him and I battered him before leaving this company and returning to a hostile environment, but did I buckle?  No.  I've thrived.  I've exiled.  I've proven once more why I am the Reflection of Perfection when I came back to this place -- on a whim -- and overcome the "obstacle" that our dear Lee Morrison put in front of me.  You've heard my case and know the facts, but the decision is ultimately yours to make.  You know where to find me."

With that, Alexander turns away from the shadow figure.  Noticing the cameraman, Alexander gestures for him to follow.  Afraid of making a superstar mad, the cameraman turns away from the shadow figure and follows Melchiott to the door of the GM of Ring of Chaos, Lee Morrison.  Alexander smiles at the camera before turning to the door and feigning a knock before simply barging in to the office.  Lee Morrison wearily looks up from his work before giving Alexander an annoyed look as his security move closer, preparing to intervene if Alexander tries anything.

Alexander Melchiott: "Security, Lee?  Cute."

Melchiott grins at the sight before moving closer to the desk, making the security team tense up.  Melchiott soon pulls a parchment of paper out of his vest pocket before placing it on the desk before Lee Morrison.  Mr. Morrison looks over the paper, studying it as the camera moves to get a better position.  Finally able to see, the paper looks to be an elaborate web, with various colored lines leading to names.

Alexander Melchiott: "I'm sorry if my drawing skills aren't exactly what you would describe as "exciting", but it illustrates a very simple point -- nobody likes you.  I've laid out the connections every member of this roster has to one another and do you happen to notice who has the least friendly lines pointed at him?  Well, it is you of course!  Even Marcus Troy and T-Rex have more friends in this company than you do, which is why I guess you need to keep these guys around."

Melchiott gestures at the security standing uncomfortably close.

Alexander Melchiott: "It is no secret that I am one of the most cunning men in this industry Lee, but the facts are the facts; you aren't liked and do a subpar job running this organization.  Have you seen it out there?  It's Chaos!  In fact, you became so worried about WHAT YOUR OWN ROSTER HAS BECOME that you hired Marcus Troy and begged him to come and bail you out.  And what has Troy done for you so far?  He's taken out some of your talent and resolved none of your issues.  No, no, no, that simply won't do, Mr. Morrison.  Bad decisions like that are what leads to people like me coming out and interrupting your precious little gauntlet and fucking over everyone who gets in my way.  Bad decision like that are what leads to people like T-Rex coming out and RUINING your precious little World Champion.  I'm here to not only display the facts, but offer you the only out that you have available."

As Lee quizzically looks at Melchiott who lightly traces some of the lines on the paper with a finger.

Alexander Melchiott: "There is no control here in this company and nobody likes the owner... so what is there to do?  Well, your "teacher" Marcus Troy was put in a situation much like this -- and he made the wrong decision.  He decided that there should be a war.  He rallied his boys to quell the "rebellion" that he saw from the discontent caused from his corrupt and inept rule.  Now that very same decision is here on your doorstep.  So what will you do my dear boy?  Will you fight?  Or will you run?  In your situation, one would surely make the most sensible decision offered to him, but what could that decision be?"

Alexander traces the lines on the paper to a very specific name.  Pretending to be puzzled, Melchiott taps his finger on that one name.

Alexander Melchiott: "Perhaps... perhaps there should be a new leader to keep the rabble in check?  A new general to lead this army and keep it in shape?  I, of course, am not suggesting that you vacate your post or surrender your control to another, but if I were in your shoes, I certainly would think long and hard about my next choice of action.  You are playing a very dangerous game, Mr. Morrison, one that Marcus Troy knows all too well.  With T-Rex only the most recent among the long list of detractors, perhaps you should really consider removing yourself from the game?  It is woefully apparent to all of us that you are woefully outclassed when it comes to this game, and it is only a matter of time before this company falls to anarchy.  You need a plan and you need one desperately, Mr. Morrison.  Pretending that you have any sort of respect amongst your peers is simply a pretentious parade of ignorance."


Lee Morrison stares at Alexander Melchiott, unfazed and unimpressed.  Still relaxed on his seat Morrison replies...

Lee Morrison:  "You always did have a way with words Mr. Melchiott.  And before you continue yapping let me tell you this...  Everything you've mentioned, I am fully aware of.  I know that my mentor cannot be trusted, I learned from him and I know him through and through.  Marcus Troy is merely biding his time and I'm sure he will strike soon.  You say that I pretend that I have the respect of my peers...  No, I am in no way living under the illusion that my peers respect me...  In fact I do not need their respect, I just need them to make me a whole lot of money and so far, I am as you can see, rolling in it..."

Lee Morrison leans forward, his elbows resting on his desk, his fingers clasped together.

Lee Morrison:  "I've never made any pretense that Ring of Chaos is anything other than a business venture.  I do not give a shit if this roster tears itself apart as long as I end up rich.  This is my proverbial cash cow and once the cow is old and unproductive...  Well, we both know what happens next..."

The general manager smirks as he settles back down on his seat.

Lee Morrison:  "You want to play general, well don't let me stop you.  I'm sure you've realized by now the reason I kept you in the roster...  You are still a big draw Mr. Melchiott, your return match two weeks ago combined with T-Rex's return, it blew the ratings off the roof.  I do know how to move my pawns Mr. Melchiott, now the question is if you would want to stay a pawn or be a my bishop."

Lee Morrison waits for Melchiott to reply...


Alexander Melchiott: "And here I was anticipating that you actually cared a little bit for this business, the fans, or the wrestlers.  How disappointed they must all be once they hear about this.  Truly a morale killer I'd say, that is, if your roster wasn't full of some of the most mentally handicapped humanoids I have ever had the displeasure of being associated with."

Melchiott merely shrugs and shakes his head at the prospect.

Alexander Melchiott: "Regardless, you seem to be a bit short-sighted here, Lee.  Men like you, those who's talents aren't required in the ring or on the announce booth, really only get one opportunity in this business.  Provided that Ring of Chaos should fail and fall into anarchy, you will have to pay out the remainder of several of your superstars' and staff's contracts.  Not to mention, should fans be injured during the eventual losing of control..."

Alexander feigns concern, after all, it wouldn't be him footing the bill.  Dropping his "concerned" expression, Melchiott puts his hands onto Morrison's desk and leans a bit closer.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now if you want to see a real mountain of gold, you should see the Melchiott estate.  The Principality of Monaco is very generous when it comes to the rich, and perhaps it would do you some good to understand what true wealth actually is -- wealth that was EARNED."

Wearing a sly grin, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "Because Mr. Morrison, I've traveled the world and I've made my name and made my impact.  I've done just about everything there is to do in this business and more.  I've more than earned my place in this industry.  In fact... I could spit in your face right now, walk out those doors, pay my way out of my contract -- yet again -- and get a call not an hour later for a booking from nearly any company on the planet."

Pushing himself off of Morrison's desk, Melchiott again settles a hand on the paper he placed earlier.  Once more, with a finger near a certain mark, as he continues to casually "yap".

Alexander Melchiott: "So that brings us back to my point, Lee; you are short-sighted.  If you will only ever have one cow, you had better make it worth its weight -- and the longer the cow survives, the more milk there is to be gained.  My position is infinitly stronger than yours, as is virtually any other member of this roster's position.  We are talents and we are actively approached by hungry opportunists just... like... you.  You, on the other hand... eh, not so much.  If you are going to be relying on this investment to get you through your life comfortably, you had better make it a grand one as it is the only one you will ever get."

Melchiott taps his finger on the desk, once more near that certain mark on the paper as he continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "It's quite funny, really.  Your position I mean.  You fund a project and hope to make enough to live off of, but you fall in the same exact traps that your predecessor fell in.  And of course, Marcus Troy would LOVE for everyone to believe he's rich, but we all know that that is nothing more than a farce to make himself seem more relevant.  What is even more delectable about this situation is how you've morphed just as he did.  In the beginning you were light-handed and demanded that people knock on that very door I just walked through, but now you hide yourself behind security, hoping not to get hurt as you through what little weight you have around."

Melchiott's finger stills on the mark on the table.

Alexander Melchiott: "Pawns and Bishops only last so long in our games, Mr. Morrison.  And Pawns can only take so much abuse before they turn on the hand that is trying to move them.  You may think you've got everything figured out, but you do not.  I bow to no man and I march to the beat of my own drum because I have the power and the influence to do so.  To insinuate that I am your plaything is quite the lovely little lie."

Melchiott's finger again taps on the table, reminding Mr. Morrison of the specific mark that is pointed to.

Alexander Melchiott: "But I wouldn't mind playing a more pronounced role in this little story we have going here.  And really, what do you have to lose?  You know what I want, Mr. Morrison.  I've done everything there is to do in this business except for one tinny tiny thing.  I'm the best there is at more than just wrestling, Mr. Morrison.  So if you can catch my very simple drift, I think you'll know what it is that you should do if you want to keep your little business venture afloat.  You trusted Marcus Troy -- which was your largest mistake -- rather than trusting in someone who can actually back up on his promises."

Melchiott takes a step back away from the desk, finally giving the guards some breathing room.

Alexander Melchiott: "It's your call, Morrison.  You can do the smart thing, or you can continue to blunder like your precious predecessor.  I have an agenda and it will get done, one way or the other.  The question is, do you cooperate with me and reap the benefit of my amusement?  Do you view me as a liability worth taking the risk on, or do you want to spurn the only hand left to grab hold of?"


With a cocked eyebrow the general manager of Ring of Chaos replies...

Lee Morrison:  "So THAT'S what you are really after ain't it Mr. Melchiott?"

Lee Morrison chuckles softly under his breath...

Lee Morrison:  "So how long did it take you to prepare your little speech to me?  You could have just went straight to the point you know...  Still, your dramatic delivery skills are certainly top notch.  Okay then, I know what you want and you know what I want.  While it's true that I cannot trust you...  The same can also be said of the rest of the roster, specially my old mentor Marcus Troy...  Tell you what then Mr. Melchiott, let's say I agree to your..."

Lee Morrison uses his fingers to make a quotation mark sign...

Lee Morrison:  "Proposal...  I expect at least a THIRTY PERCENT increase in revenue...  Now IF you can deliver that to me in say three months time, then we can make our arrangement permanent.  Now I do realize that thirty percent is a tad high, but with what you are getting in return, well the trade-off is certainly worth your while.  Now what do you say we finish this little tête-à-tête with a toast to seal the deal, hmm?"

Lee Morrison grabs two glasses and a bottle of Chivas Regal Royal Salute and pours both of them a glass.  He pushes the glass towards Alexander Melchiott and waits for his reaction...


Alexander Melchiott: "These next three months will be the easiest of your life."

Alexander smiles as he takes a glass and toasts with Lee Morrison.






VS

Jim Jackson:  "Our next match is a match between Boy Bakla and Rafik Arfah, and earlier tonight this match ended up becoming a hardcore match.  Arfah certainly wants to put Bakla out for good."

Brad Blood:  "And I don't blame him, hisnperfect record, spoiled by that tranny's screw-up.  Bakla will be in a world of pain, just look at those items scattered in and outside the ring.  Rafik is gonna murder that fruitcake, Bakla is a moron for suggesting this type of match.  C'mon, lets get this match started!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a hardcore match scheduled for one fall.  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. It casually strolls down the entrance ramp blowing kisses to it's fans before it enters the ring with flourish and heads to it's corner waiting for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing 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.  Rafik then enters the ring and forces the announcer
to to be sweet to him.


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 and both wrestlers go for the weapons littered in the ring.  Rafik Arfah goes for a steel pipe he turns around... AND NEARLY GETS HIS HEAD KNOCKED OFF AS A FLYING BRICK ZIPS BY!!!  Boy Bakla has gotten his hands on a pile of bricks and starts hurling them at Arfah!  Arfah smashes the bricks away with his pipe...  Bakla throws two bricks at the same time!  Arfah smashes one but the other hit him on the chest!  Bakla dashes towards Arfah, dropkick sends him to the ropes!  Enzuigiri by Bakla and Arfah goes over the top rope but lands on the apron.  Bakla grabs a STOP sign, she swings...  Arfah leaps off the apron eluding it."

Brad Blood:  "Smart strategy by Rafik, he needs to regroup and recover.  He can't let that tranny set the pace.  Bakla slides out the ring, Rafik quicky runs away, Bakla gives chase, Radik slides back into the ring, the fairy follows... AND GETS NAILED ON THE SKULL WITH A STEEL PIPE!  I can't believe the tranny fell for that, it's one of the oldestbtricks in the book!  Rafik for the cover."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla gets a shoulder up at two, but now it's Rafik Arfah in control.  Arfah with a big punt to Bakla's gut, followed by a pipe swing to the back.  Arfah slides out of the ring and looks under it...  HE PULLS OUT A TABLE!  Arfah slides the table into the ring...  He sets it up in the corner, Irish whip on Bakla to send her towards the table...  REVERSAL BY BAKLA AND IT'S ARFAH WHO CRASHES INTO IT BREAKING THE TABLE IN HALF!"

Brad Blood:  "Crap! The tranny got lucky! But it is still catching its breath and can't really capitalize.  C'mon Rafik, get up! And Rafik is starting to rise...  He staggers towards Bakla...  Ooh, he picks up a sledgehammer from the ground!  Bakla scrambles for a new weapon...  It's...  IT'S A FEATHER BOA!!!  WAHAHAHA!  WHAT CAN IT DO WITH THAT?!  WAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah swings the sledgehammer towards the transsexual superstar...  Boy Bakla dodges and wraps the feather boa around Arfah's wrist...  Bakla spins behind Arfah and wraps the boa around his waist while ducking below a backfist!  Arfah's right arm is trapped behind his back!  Bakla knots the boa off!  Arfah tries to struggle free...  Flying knee from Bakla sends Arfah staggering...  STUN GUN!  Arfah falls to the canvas!  Bakla off the ropes...  Springboard moonsault connects!  Bakla grabs the STOP sign...  RIGHT ON ARFAH'S HEAD!  Bakla hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Rafik gets a kick out at two.  The faux-woman slips outside and is scrounging around for a weapon...  Crap!  It found a pair of nunchucks...  Bakla leaps back into the ring as Rafik tries to get himself free.  Bakla whips the pair of nunchucks around emulating Bruce Lee and...  BWAHAHAHA!  BAKLA HITS ITSELF ON THE GROIN!!!  Oh wait...  There's nothing to hit...  Crud!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla menacingly approaches Rafik Arfah who is still semi-helpless...  Bakla swings with the nunchucks, Arfah lunges away but is caught in the lower back!  Bakla with a second swing this time Arfah yelps as it hits his butt!  Arfah finally gets his arm free and throws away the feather boa.  Bakla lunges with both nunchucks... Arfah on the ropes...  SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!  He almost took Bakla's head off with that!  Arfah grabs a steel chair and lays it on Bakla's head...  DIVING ELBOW DROP ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!"

Brad Blood:  "Aaaaaaaaand that's not the most smartest of moves but it certainly sent Bakla twitching on the canvas as Rafik clutches his elbow in pain...  Still Bakla is down and maybe out!  Rafik inches over and hooks the leg!  Is this it?"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Crap!  The tranny kicks out at two!"

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah grabs a metal garbage can...  He picks Boy Bakla up and stuffs her head first into it!  Bakla is in it upside down!  Arfah picks up a sledgehammer...  HE STARTS HITTING THE SIDE OF THE METAL GARBAGE CAN!  Look at the dents!  THERE'S A HUMAN BEING INSIDE!  Arfah gives the garbage can a few more hits for good measure, Bakla's upper body is now trapped inside a prison of twisted metal!  Dropkick by Arfah sends Bakla stumbling over the top rope crashing outside!  Arfah slips outside and he goes for...  OH MY GOD!  HE HAS A WEEDWHACKER!  HE STARTS IT UP!  The blade whirls menacingly...  Don't tell me he's gonna..."

Brad Blood:  "RAFIK SHOWS NO MERCY AS HE BRINGS THE WEEDWHACKER'S BLADE TOWARDS BAKLA!  Bakla tries to get up to its feet but the tranny's upper body is still sealed inside the dented garbage can...  Sparks are flying as the weedwhacker is slowly cutting through the metal garbage can!  It's only a matter of time before it cuts through the metal and into Bakla's flesh!"

Jim Jackson:  "In an act of desperation Boy Bakla lunges towards Rafik Arfah and knocks Arfah into the ground as the side of the garbage can smashes into Arfah's face!  The weedwhacker has cut through enough of the garbage can allowing Bakla to free herself!  It looks like Bakla is bleeding with a gash on the side of her arm...  Bakla ignores the blood and sends Arfah into the steel steps with an Irish whip...  Bakla starts smashing Arfah's head into the steel steps!  ONE!  TWO!  THREE!  FOUR!  FIVE!  Arfah seems out of it and is laid out on the steel steps but Bakla is not yet done!"

Brad Blood:  "Bakla just grabbed an ironing board...  It places it on top of or Arfah's body...  Bakla climbs up to the top turnbuckle...  This isn't gonna end well...  BAKLA LEAPS!"

Jim Jackson:  "630 SENTON RIGHT INTO THE IRONING BOARD SMASHING THE IRONING BOARD INTO RAFIK ARFAH!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Bakla may have also injured himself in the process...  The tranny is clutching its back in pain...  Both wrestlers are down...  If no one can get up we might end up with a draw here Jim...  The referee starts counting to ten..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla is starting to stir...  She tries to get up but falls again!"

Jack B. Quick:  "Three!  Four!"

Brad Blood:  "The fruitcake grabs on the steel rails and tries to pull itself up...  Rafik is starting to stir too!  He just pushed the dented ironing board off him!"

Jack B. Quick:  "Five!  Six!"

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah rolls off the steel steps and clings on to the ring apron trying to pull himself up...  Bakla is also struggling to get herself back up to her feet..."

Jack B. Quick:  "Seven!  Eight!"

Brad Blood:  "It's a battle now to see who will get up first, whoever gets the upper hand now may actually win this match!"

Jack B. Quick:  "Nine!"

Jim Jackson:  "Both wrestlers are up!  Though it is clear that both wrestlers are hurting...  Boy Bakla is using the steel railings to prop herself up while Rafik Arfah has his back on the apron using it to also keep himself on his feet.  Bakla starts moving first...  She slowly inches towards Arfah...  Arfah responds and slowly inches towards Bakla...  Both wrestlers meet and starts trading punches!  It's a to and fro punchfest!  Both wrestlers not blocking just throwing their fists at each other, both trying to down the other!  Bakla with a punch!  Rafik takes it and replies with his own!  Bakla reels backs but steadies herself and retaliates with another punch...  Arfah soaks it and replies with another!  And again Bakla takes it and sends another one towards Arfah!  Arfah reels back but throws another punch...  NO!  HE POKES BAKLA IN THE EYES!"

Brad Blood:  "Haha!  Perfect strategy!  That's legal here in this match...  Rafik is a genius!   Rafik grabs a shopping cart...  He uses it and RAMS IT INTO BAKLA!  Rafik continues to push the shopping cart...  AND SANDWICHES BAKLA INTO THE STEEL RAILINGS!  Bakla slumps to the ground!  Rafik backs away with the shopping cart...  He takes a deep breath...  AND RAMS IT INTO BAKLA ONE MORE TIME!!!  Bakla is not moving at all!  He moves over and hooks the leg...  This could be it!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla somehow kicks out!  Rafik Arfah cannot believe it!  Arfah signals that it's time for his finisher Kenta Used it First...  Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders...  This could be it!  If this connects, it's all over..."

Brad Blood:  "Wait what's that?!  IT'S LITTLE WANG!  LITTLE WANG JUST LEAPT OVER THE STEEL RAILINGS FROM THE CROWD!"

Jim Jackson:  "Dropkick by Little Wang right into Rafik Arfah's face!  This is all legal!  There is no disqualification!  Arfah drops Bakla...  Little Wang grabs the bell from the timekeeper!"

DING!

Brad Blood:  "RIGHT INTO RAFIK'S HEAD!  NO NO NO NO NO!!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "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!  Bakla hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall, BOY BAKLA!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla steals the victory with the aid from his stablemate Little Wang!  Looks like Wang was Bakla's back-up plan all along!"

Brad Blood:  "That's so sneaky...  Rafik's not gonna stand for this!  A faux win from a faux-woman!"






“Ultra Numb” by Blue Stahli blasts over the arena. After a few moments, Alexander Melchiott steps out onto the ramp wearing his signature sunglasses and vest to a sea of boos. In spite of the crowd's reaction, Melchiott walks down to the ring before taking a microphone from a ring-hand and rolling into the ring. Melchiott suddenly shimmies to the center of the ring before speaking in a higher-pitched voice, clearly mocking a certain superstar.

Alexander Melchiott: "Oopsie! It seems that I once again managed to screw up and lose a match! Why, it seems that I'm stuck! All I've been capable of doing these days is lose, even when I blatantly cheat during my matches!"

Melchiott begins to fake cry, as he struggles to utter these next words.

Alexander Melchiott: "I'm just... I'm just so glad that you all continue to stand behind me! Even though I continue to lose, you all support me! Even though I try to cheat, you all support me!"

Rolling his eyes, Melchiott drops his act.

Alexander Melchiott: "We've heard your little song and dance before Bakla, and quite frankly, it's getting a little old. When were you last relevant, Bakla? When was the last time you even came close to capturing a championship? You tried to CHEAT your way to a victory and you failed, yet you still attempt to shift the blame to someone other than yourself. Really Bakla, was there ever any doubt that I would emerge victorious from that match? Did you really think that someone like you could ever hope to defeat someone like me?"

After casting a quizzical look towards the back, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now Bakla, we both know that you aren't a complete waste of time. You have talent and you've proven throughout the years, you just never can seem to get the job done. So, some friendly advice; get your act together and win your match tonight. Otherwise... with the losses mounting so high, Lee Morrison surely isn't going to be giving you many more opportunities in this company."

Melchiott shrugs before turning away from the back.

Alexander Melchiott: "But Bakla isn't the real reason I am out here tonight. The real reason I am here is to allow you all to see me one last time before I become your NEW Lightweight Champion!"

The crowd boos Melchiott as he grins.

Alexander Melchiott: "That's right! As a result of my win last show, I have a Lightweight title match scheduled here tonight against Johnny Fortune. Now, Johnny Fortune likes to say that he's the best of the best when it comes to the Lightweight division, but until he beats me... he's not the best. I have to give credit where credit is due, however; Fortune has been a dominant champion and he's now also the World Heavyweight Champion. Congratulations Mr. Fortune, but tonight you'll only be walking out of this ring with one of those two titles."

Alexander turns towards the back once again and leans against the ropes.

Alexander Melchiott: "Because when it comes to this company and this industry, I have proven that I am everything that I say I am. I call my shots and I land them. My professional record in this company is one of the best and the number of titles I've held throughout my career are innumerable. So tonight, Johnny, you go against someone who's well and truly out of your league. At the end of the day, it'll be as I say. I will win."


With no music lights or any form of true entrance The First ever Dual-Singles Champion in Ring of Chaos enters in from the top of the crowd the roar of boos and respectful cheers are loud enough to supplement any music that may have accompanied The Fortunate One.

Johnny Fortune: "Alex! Buddy! It's good to see you! But I'm just so sorry I can't seem to hear you over how loud my titles are right now. Let me get a little bit closer."

The Chaotic God runs down the ramp hops the guard rail slides into the ring so that he is face to face with his challenger.

Johnny Fortune: "Did I hear you say you were going to win? Do you think you're that hot of shit Melchiott? I've run into homeless people who've had a better chance of taking these titles from me than you do. You're record may be fantastic, you may even be one of the best in this company. You may have an innumerable amount of titles held. However, I don't see them anywhere on you. Did you leave them at home? Are they getting buffed for you? Or is it the more likely explanation? That you lost them, that regardless of how many you may have held, you no longer hold them."

Johnny Fortune begins to circle Melchiott as if he is a lion and Alexander is the prey.

Johnny Fortune: "Sweet Alex, realize who you speak to. This is one called shot you won't make. So let me make this perfectly clear. It will be as the champion says, I will retain."

Johnny Fortune drops the microphone and holds the titles above his head looking directly into Melchiott's eyes.


Alexander rolls his eyes before speaking.

Alexander Melchiott: "You are just as boring as you were the last time I had to listen to you -- actually, scratch that, you're even more of a bore now. You cheated to defeat Ray Kamaura, big whoop. You couldn't defeat Thaddeus Rex and last show he beat you half to death after your ill-attained win. And, before that, you lost to Shogun and couldn't unseat him for the belt. It seems you've had a lackluster rise if you ask me."

Alexander reaches out to touch Fortune on the shoulder, but decides better of it with a look of disdain.

Alexander Melchiott: "Here's some friendly advice, you want to come off as "edgy" and "disrespectful" or whatever, at least do it in a manner that is engaging for the audience -- who, I can only assume, are at least capable of comprehending your half-assed attempt to try and be something that, well, you're not. You're a joke, just like the majority of this roster. You come out here and you run your mouths without having done anything impressive in this business. And as if that wasn't bad enough, you come out here and run the same generic promo that people have used for years. "Oh, you've won titles, that only means you've lost them!" Cute, real cute."

Cutting the crap, Melchiott steps right into the face of Fortune.

Alexander Melchiott: "You haven't faced the level of competition I have and you clearly lack the passion to even come out and address me in a way that draws my intrigue. So here's the deal Sunshine; I'm going to shut you up and prove why you are clearly insane for believing in yourself after just one good run. I've had MANY good runs. I've been at the top of the mountain-top for longer than you've even been in this business and I've punished many a fool in defending my post. Tonight, that "fool" shall be you. So you call put those titles above your head, you can talk your little game, and you can call yourself a "God", but at the end of this day, you'll be humbled like all the rest."

Turning away from Johnny Fortune, Melchiott address the crowd.

Alexander Melchiott: "And this folks, this is exactly what is wrong with this company and with this industry -- the children come in here, have one grand little moment, and expect to be on the level of men who have EARNED their status. You may not like me, but you all know that I speak the truth when I say that my passion for this business is unmatched by people like your World Champion. I at least give enough of a damn to come out here and cut a decent promo. For too long, this roster has been disrespecting this industry by coming out and doing a subpar job for you fans. For too long, Lee Morrison has let the children do whatever they wished. Well no longer. I'm back, and I'm here to make sure that everyone elevates their game, because if they don't, they will suffer the same fate as your "Champion" will here tonight."

Melchiott turns to leave before seeing Johnny Fortune still standing in the ring.

Alexander Melchiott: "Oh? You're still here? Didn't you infer that while I was bemused by you originally, I've been severely disappointed and have dismissed you. Hey, maybe you can go find that Rafik fellow to hang out with! Then, instead of you two individually consuming our time with your pointless drivel, you can do it together! And yes, because I do know that you are too stupid to understand what I'm saying here, I'll explain it a bit further. You and Rafik both suck."

Finishing his speech, Melchiott flips the microphone to the mat before leisurely exiting the ring and leaving Johnny alone in the ring with his precious titles.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Our following match is a match between Crusade and Felipe Shido, both men representing their tag team in what looks to be an ongoing feud."

Brad Blood: "You got that right, both teams are actually two of the best tag teams here in RoC but only one team always gets the title shots, of course Full-Time Killers will not stand for that and took matters into their own hands, the result is this rivalry between these two teams while The Northern Kings get to sit out hold on to their tag titles."

KER-RASH!

Jim Jackson: "W-what was that sound?!"

Brad Blood: "LOOK! COMING OUT OF THE ENTRANCE TUNNEL! ON TOP OF THE RAMP! IT'S CRUSADE AND FELIPE! Looks like the fight started even before the introductions!"

Jim Jackson: "It's an all out brawl between these two men! And it looks pretty even here! Both men are just going at it!"

Brad Blood: "Oh man, so much heat in this feud..."

Jim Jackson: "Wait! Looks like Felipe Shido gets a solid uppercut in! Crusade staggers unto the edge of the platform... WAIT! IT'S COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB! BEFORE SHIDO CAN CAPITALIZE C4 CAME OUT AND ATTACKS HIM FROM BEHIND! C4 pulls his partner off from the edge, it's a double beat-down on Shido! C4 has Shido on his shoulders... He's gonna throw him off the platform..."

Brad Blood: "HERE COMES EL LOCO! EL LOCO TO THE RESCUE!!! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!"

Jim Jackson: "El Loco pulls his partner down... DOUBLE DROPKICK BY ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE SENDS COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB OVER THE EDGE!"

KER-RASH!!!

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


Brad Blood: "C4 FALLS INTO THE CRATES BELOW! HOLY CRAP THEY JUST TOOK OUT C4!!! WAIT THEY FORGOT ABOUT CRUSADE!!!"

Jim Jackson: "Crusade dashes... CROSSBODY TAKES EVERYONE OVER THE EDGE!!!"

KER-RASH!!!

Crowd: "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"


Brad Blood: "EVERYBODY JUST CRASHED INTO THE CRATES BELOW! NO ONE IS MOVING AT ALL!"

Jim Jackson: "EMTs are rushing to the scene!"

Brad Blood: "Wait what about the match?!"

Jim Jackson: "I don't think any of them are in any condition to fight after this Brad..."



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Re: Chaos Supreme 06/28/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jun 29, 2015 4:53 am



SLAM!!!

The door of The Northern Kings' locker room flies off its hinges as it slams into the floor. The dark hulking form of Thaddeus Rex casts a silhouette into the room as he searches for his prey, the man he blames for his recent run-in with the law, the man known as Allister King. He enters the room and looks around, he knows that The King of Fools is in the room somewhere, he can feel it, he can sense the fear. Just as he is about to open a locker door, a member of the production staff interrupts him.

Production Staff Member: "E-excuse me T-Rex sir, b-but your m-match against Mr. Ray Kamaura is about to begin... We need you to head to the r-ring sir..."

T-Rex walks towards the trembling production staff member who gulps in fear.

Thaddeus Rex: "DOES IT LOOK TO YOU THAT I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE DAMN MATCH?"

The production staff member vehemently shakes his head.

Thaddeus Rex: "There is only one thing on my mind right now and that's to get my hands on Allister King and I will tear RoC apart to find him... Now you haven't seen Allister have you?"

The production staff member again vehemently shakes his head.

SLAM!!!

Thaddeus Rex's fist slams on the locker door causing a massive dent. He then proceeds to leave the room. The production staff member sighs a breath of relief, happy he wasn't caught in the crossfire.


Suddenly Allister King falls out of one of the other lockers and face plants on the floor. He stands up, dust himself off and points at the production staff member.

Allister King: "You never saw me here got it?"

He then proceeds to hand the guy a 20. Then he escapes through a hidden passage hidden at the corner of the room, hidden under a copy of cosmopolitan. The camera fades as he escapes like a ninja.






VS

Jim Jackson: "Up next we have Ray Kamaura against Thaddeus Rex, as you all know, two weeks ago T-Rex cost Kamaura his RoC World Championship... Let us all take a look at what happened..."


Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura kicks Johnny Fortune in the gut causing Johnny Fortune to double over, Ray Kamaurabounces off the ropes and runs past Johnny Fortune, rebounds off the ropes and jumps..."

"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers...

Jim Jackson: "What the? That music... It can't be! IT'S THADDEUS REX! THADDEUS REX HAS STEPPED OUT OF THE ENTRANCE TUNNEL!"

Brad Blood: "What's he doing here? Wasn't he fired?! That man shouldn't even be allowed in the building! T-Rex makes his way down the ramp and stops short outside the ring. Ray heads over to the ropes and waits for T-Rex to enter. T-Rex just stands there... WAIT! FORTUNE FROM BEHIND! HE ROLLS RAY UP AND HAS BOTH FEET UP ON THE SECOND ROPE! THE REF DOESN'T SEE IT AND STARTS COUNTING..."

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

DING! DING! DING!

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


Brad Blood: "But T-Rex's carnage doesn't stop there! Let's take a look again at what happened..."


Jim Jackson: "We have a new champion! Ray Kamaura looks shocked! Johnny Fortune is leaping for joy inside the ring! Thaddeus Rex enters the ring and assaults Ray Kamaura blindsiding the former champ! Fortune grins as he looks on... Rex leaves Kamaura unconscious on the canvas... Fortune walks over and holds the title over Kamaura's lifeless body... T-REX JUST TOOK FORTUNE DOWN WITH A LARIAT! Fortune staggers to his feet... Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him to the ground. He then mounts his opponent and proceeds to hammer down with both fists until his opponent is beaten to unconsciousness executing an extremely violent Rampage. Fortune is out! T-Rex grabs the title belt he starts slamming it down on Fortune's head! Fortune is busted open!"

Brad Blood: "T-Rex just took out both Ray and Johnny! What is in his mind right now? Wait is he asking for a mic?"

Thaddeus Rex: "I'M BACK!!!"


Jim Jackson: "Well Thaddeus Rex with a statement upon his return to RoC but tonight... Tonight, it will be Ray Kamaura who'll be getting his hands on T-Rex first..."

Brad Blood: "And this will be a battle that will shake RoC, so what are we waiting for?! Take it away Alice!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 7 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 300 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... The Rayward Son... RAY KAMAURA!"

"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura walks slowly out onto the stage. He stops at the very top of the ramp and raises both fists above his head, fireworks blast out behind him. Ray Kamaura lowers his arms 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 his arms over his head one more time.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, his opponent for the evening, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York... T-Rex... THADDEUS REX!"

Nothing happens and after a few minutes a tumbleweed rolls by...

Jim Jackson: "Uh... Where is Thaddeus Rex?"

Brad Blood: "He no showed?! And was that a tumbleweed that rolled by? How the heck did a tumbleweed even get here?!"

Alice Aoi: "AHEM! Introducing next, his opponent for the evening, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York... T-Rex... THADDEUS REX!"

Again nothing happens other than a tumbleweed rolling by...

Jim Jackson: "Um, it seems that we just received word that Thaddeus Rex will not be showing up for his match tonight..."

Brad Blood: "IS IT ONLY ME WHO WONDERS WHY THE FUCK THERE IS A TUMBLEWEED ROLLING BY?! NOT ONLY ONCE BUT TWICE?!!!"

Ray Kamaura paces around the ring with no sing of Thaddeus Rex. Visible frustrated Ray demands a microphone.

Ray Kamaura: "Really? Thaddeus Rex! You little shit! Get out here! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Ray Kamaura paces quicker screaming to the back.

Ray Kamaura: "Thaddeus you god damn coward! You little bitch! COME ON!"

Ray Kamaura again begins to scream at Thaddeus Rex. Moments pass and it becomes clear that nobody is coming to the ring. Ray Kamaura snarls.

Ray Kamaura: "Boy Johnny couldn't beat me on his own... Your pathetic ass can't beat me... IT TOOK BOTH OF YOU, AND NOW YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO FACE ME! MY TITLE IS BEING CARRIED AROUND BY A FUCKING PSYCHO RETARD WITH A GOD COMPLEX BECAUSE A DAMN BRAINLESS SHIT DECIDED TO SUCK THE RETARD'S CUNT!"

Ray drops to his knees and begins hitting the mat. Moments pass before he raises his bloody fist. The angry monster stood back to his feet after collecting himself.

Ray Kamaura: "I'm done being the good guy... This damn place is full of douche bags, cheaters, and the scum of the earth... More God complexes than just Boy Johnnys. Everyone runs around doing anything they please. Doing whatever they want... Consider this End of that shit. I swear to you all. I SWEAR! I will reclaim my championship... I will then teach everyone... EVERYONE ON THE ROSTER!!! How to be a little humble..."

Ray drops the mic as his music begins playing. The crowd erupts over Ray's words.

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by forfeit... The Rayward Son... RAY KAMAURA!"

Jim Jackson: "Well Ray Kamaura just got the win but I don't think he's happy about it... And from his words, he may have had enough... We may be seeing a NEW Ray Kamaura after tonight..."

Brad Blood: "Ya' think?"






The scene fades in just to see Johnny Fortune sitting on the concrete floor leaned against a wall shaking his head in disappointment.

Johnny Fortune: Lee Morrison, you magnificent bastard. It seems you have forgotten who the real moneymaker is. Do you think word has not spread of your little alliance with Alexander? What a shame, see Lee, holding half of your company's championship you would think you want to make me happy. Yet, you continue to play a very dangerous type of game with me. My head is shakin' pretty hard here Lee.

Johnny Fortune chuckles for a moment before continuing.

Johnny Fortune: And of all people, Melchiott? See, I like Alex but the kid couldn't take me out if he had a switch blade and held the controls to a shock collar around my neck. I'm the best you got Lee. See, Melchiott is a mere man, and you already know that I am the Chaotic God. If you want to step further into the land of mediocrity and be crying yourself to sleep because you're allied with a man who will drive you into the ground I have no qualms with that. Just don't try to verbally fellate me for too long after I turn out to be right. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go slap the shit out of someone who doesn't know better.

The scene fades to black as The Fortunate One stands up to prepare for his match.








VS

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott not only made a statement upon his return to Ring of Chaos but also managed to snag himself a title match for the RoC Lightweight Championship."

Brad Blood: "Well he will have his hands full tonight, my boy Johnny is not only the RoC Lightweight Champion but is also the RoC World Champion."

Jim Jackson: "Well we'll have to see, rumors are swirling backstage that Johnny Fortune is not at 100 percent after the brutal assault by Thaddeus Rex two weeks ago. If that is true, Alexander Melchiott has a pretty good chance of taking the lightweight title away from him."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall and is for the ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first the challenger, standing in at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Principality of Monaco, Hotspur... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

“Ultra Numb” by Blue Stahli blasts over the arena as Alexander Melchiott steps out from the back. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Alexander slides his thumb across his throat before tossing off his vest and walking down to the ring.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District, San Francisco, California... HE IS THE CURRENT AND REIGNING ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION AND THE CURRENT AND REIGNING ROC WORLD CHAMPION, The Chaotic God, The Fortunate One... 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. Nimble. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Both men cautiously circle each other, they lock arms and start a grappling contest! It's Alexander Melchiott who gets the advantage as he locks the champ in a hammerlock. Back elbows by Johnny Fortune misses! Melchiott quickly switches into a side headlock! Fortune pushes himself free but Melchiott now has his back... No! Fortune spins out and now has Melchiott's back... Belly to back suplex attempt... Hotspur flips and lands on his feet! Schoolboy pin by Melchiott but Fortune quickly kicks out and gets back to his feet! Dropkick by Melchiott sends The Fortunate One to the ropes... Clothesline by Melchiott... Fortune goes over the top rope but lands on the apron! Fortune brings Melchiott's head down on the top rope!"

Brad Blood: "Alexander tries to shake it off as Johnny takes his time and stays outside. A good strategy by the champ, he knows that Alexander may be superior technically so he needs to take his time and regroup. Alexander was already setting the pace of the match and he cannot allow that to happen if he is to retain his lightweight championship."

Jim Jackson: "Johnny Fortune enters the ring again just as Hotspur recovers. A series of hard chops by The Fortune One sends the challenger reeling towards the corner... Big uppercut stuns Alexander Melchiott... Fortune rushes in... He connects with a big running knee! Bulldog attempt from the corner... No! Melchiott shoves Fortune off of him! Fortune with a discus clothesline but Melchiott ducks under it and counters with an enzuigiri! It rocks the champ! Melchiott off the ropes... Springboard flying back elbow connects! Alexander Melchiott lifts Johnny Fortune onto his shoulders before throwing Johnny Fortune’s legs back and falling to the mat, driving Johnny Fortune’s face into the mat! It's his signature Moonlight Drive! Melchiott goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Johnny gets his shoulder up! As Alexander tries to grab him, the champ quickly rolls out of the ring to compose himself once more. A good strategy by Johnny, the only flaw in this is if..."

Jim Jackson: "ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT JUST FLEW OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CONNECTS WITH A 630 CORKSCREW SPLASH TAKING THE CHAMP DOWN! THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Brad Blood: "Aaaand that is what I'm about to say... Alexander may be hated but the crowd sure appreciates a good performance..."

Jim Jackson: "Well the crowd doesn't know who to root for, both the champ and the challenger aren't exactly well loved. The match resumes as Alexander Melchoitt throws the champ back into the ring. Melchiott from the apron... Slingshot legdrop right into Johnny Fortune's midsection! Alexander traps the arms of Johnny Fortune in front of him before lifting Johnny Fortune and and slamming him into the mat with a bridging German suplex! Moonlight Festival! This could be it! Melchiott hooks the legs!"

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

Brad Blood: "The champ is made of a sturdier material as he soaks the damage and kicks out at two. Alexander tries to grab him but he manages to shove the challenger off! Johnny staggers towards the ropes, he is clearly a bit shaky on his feet, he stumbles to his knees! This doesn't look good for the champ."

Jim Jackson: "Big kick to the midsection by Hotspur sends The Chaotic God rolling. Alexander Melchiott grabs on to the top rope and starts stomping away at the champ. Using the top rope as leverage, Melchiott puts his foot down on Johnny Fortune's neck choking him! The ref warns Melchiott... Melchiott lets go and kicks Fortune on the side of the head first before climbing up the turnbuckles... Melchiott is up on top... WAIT! Fortune somehow in an act of desperation pulls himself up and trips Melchiott's leg! Melchiott lands on his groin! The Fortunate One shakes things off and leaps to the turnbuckles too, he has Melchiott's head under his armpits... SUPERPLEX FROM THE TOP! THAT SHOOK THE RING!"

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

Brad Blood: "Both men are down in the canvas! That took a lot out of the champ but it still may have evened things out a bit... Can Johnny capitalize and get a pin attempt? The champ slowly crawls towards Alexander... He gets an arm draped over the challenger's chest! The ref starts to count..."

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

Jim Jackson: "No! Hotspur gets a shoulder up! The match goes on... Both men slowly rises to their feet, dropkick by the champ sends the challenger smashing into the corner back first! Alexander Melchiott 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 Alexander Melchiott. Johnny Fortune jumps up and kicks Alexander Melchiott straight in the head. My Lord that's Chaos Theory! Is it enough to put Melchiott away? Fortune hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "Johnny can't believe it! Alexander still managed to kick out after that! But then again, Alexander is a former champion and can hold his own... Johnny walks over to where Alexander is laying and reaches in for Alexander's head... WAIT! ALEXANDER GRABS JOHNNY'S ARM AND PULLS THE CHAMP CLOSER! HE'S GOING FOR A SUBMISSION! THE CHAMP IS TRYING TO PULL FREE..."

Jim Jackson: "TRIANGLE CHOKE IS LOCKED IN! Alexander Melchiott has the champ right where he wants him! Will this be it? With his head and arm trapped in Melchiott's leg, Johnny Fortune's air supply is slowly being cut off! Fortune is trying to grab the ropes with his free hand... He's too far from the ropes! The champ looks like he's fading! We could have a new champ... WAIT! Fortune with the last of his strength lifts Melchiott up in the air... POWERBOMB BY THE CHAOTIC GOD! Melchiott loses his hold! What a counter by the champ! Fortune staggers into the ropes as he gasp for fresh air. The champ walks over to Melchiott and lifts him up... Body slam! Simple but effective. He goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Alexander still manages to kick out. The champ knows he must finish this soon, he signals for his finisher... He slowly picks the challenger up... Alexander shoves Johnny off of him and manages to stagger away before landing on all fours! The champ charges towards Alexander..."

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott with a pele kick from out of nowhere! The champ is rocked! Alexander Melchiott charges toward Johnny Fortune and drives a shoulder into Johnny Fortune's midsection! Moonlight Slice! Melchiott for the cover... No! Fortune's leg is on the bottom rope! Melchiott pulls Fortune up and attempts a suplex... Fortune blocks it and counters with a suplex of his own! Melchiott staggers to his feet... Jumping cutter by the champ! Alexander Melchiott lying on the ground facing the floor, Johnny Fortune ties the legs of Alexander Melchiott around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of Alexander Melchiott's head and brutally forces the head of Alexander Melchiott to the ground with his foot. Alexander Melchiott just experienced the Chaotic Communion! Could this be enough for Fortune to retain? He hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "NO! Alexander kicks out just short of three! The champ pounds his fists on the canvas, his frustration clearly showing. He really thought he had it there but Alexander somehow still gathered the strength to kick out of it! Johnny needs to keep the offense on, instead of pounding the canvas, he could have pounded on the challenger instead."

Jim Jackson: "Johnny Fortune lifts Hotspur up on his shoulders for a powerslam... Alexander Melchiott counters with elbows to the side of the head! Melchiott slips down behind the champ... Double knee backbreaker! Ohhh! That almost broke Fortune in half! The champ is down and Melchiott uses this chance to recover. This match is certainly taking a toll on both wrestlers. Irish whip by Melchiott sends the champ to the ropes... Clothesline connects! Melchiott off the ropes... Springboard moonsault! He quickly hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "Still not enough to put the champ away. Alexander merely shrugs and continues his assault on the champ. He's keeping his attacks simple now conserving his strength and slowly recovering. A good strategy at this point in the game... The crowd may hate these two men but they are certainly at the edge of their seats, not sure which way this match will turn..."

Jim Jackson: "Wait! The Fortunate One manages to catch Alexander Melchiott's leg as he tries to stomp away at him. Johnny Fortune holds on to the leg using it to pull himself up... Melchiott tries to counter with a kick from his other leg but Fortune ducks! Dragon legscrew by the champ! Hotspur is down... Fortune still has the leg in his grasp... He's going for a figure four leglock! He gets it locked in! Melchiott is caught and in pain! Will he tap out? Melchiott tries to reach for the ropes... He's just too far away!"

Brad Blood: "Alexander is in trouble with the ropes far out of reach, will he be forced to tap? Wait, I think Alexander is trying to flip himself over... If that happens the champ will be the on in trouble... Johnny realizes what Alexander is doing and tries to keep them from flipping over... Alexander with a burst of strength..."

Jim Jackson: "And he does it! Alexander Melchiott now has a reverse figure four leglock on the champ! Johnny Fortune screams in pain as he tries to make it to the ropes! Fortune lunges for the bottom rope... HE MAKES IT! But wait! Melchiott is not letting go! The ref begins to count..."

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

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott lets go just before the count of five. Melchiott keeps his hold on the champ's leg... He slips out of the ring and pulls The Chaotic God towards the ring post.... MELCHIOTT SMASHES JOHNNY FORTUNE'S LEG INTO THE RING POST! He's not done... HE SMASHES IT AGAIN ONCE MORE! Fortune screams in pain... Melchiott ignores Fortune's screams... HE SMASHES FORTUNE'S LEG A THIRD TIME INTO THE RING POST! Melchiott is not done... He grabs Fortune's legs and fold the into a 4 around the ring post... HE LOCKS IN A MODIFIED FIGURE FOUR WITH THE CHAMP'S LEG AROUND THE RING POST AND USING GRAVITY TO ADD EXTRA PRESSURE! FORTUNE IS SCREAMING IN PAIN! The ref begins counting!"

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

Brad Blood: "Alexander lets go but the damage has been done! Can the champ still even stand up at this point?! Johnny clutches his leg curled up in pain. Alexander smirks as he leaps back into the ring... Johnny tries to get back to his feet but he falls! His leg unable to support his weight... Well played Alexander... Well played... At this point the champ is basically grounded and is a sitting duck... "

Jim Jackson: "And Alexander Melchiott knows it! Alexander Melchiott moves to the turnbuckle and climbs onto the first rope before flipping back and onto Johnny Fortune with a moonsault. Alexander Melchiott quickly gets back to his feet before jumping onto the second rope and landing onto Johnny Fortune with a second moonsault. Jumping back to his feet, Alexander Melchiott quickly hops onto the turnbuckle’s third rope before leaping back and onto Johnny Fortune with a third and final moonsault! MOONLIGHT SPECIAL! MOONLIGHT SPECIAL! Melchiott hooks the leg!"

Brad Blood: "Ack! I can't look!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall and NEW ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION... Hotspur... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

Jim Jackson: "NEW CHAMP! WE HAVE A NEW LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION! After a brutal match that took both wrestlers to the limits of their bodies, Alexander Melchiott emerged victorious and snatches the RoC Lightweight Championship away from Johnny Fortune!"

Brad Blood: "Well EMTs are rushing into the scene right now as they take a look at Johnny's leg... Tonight The Fortunate One has met with misfortune..."






Jim Jackson: "What a night! What a night!"

Brad Blood: "You can say that again, first the Fook Yu got fooked, then the tranny won, then there was that brawl that ended badly for both Roller Coaster of Love and Full-Time Killers, then Ray flipped and then Alexander won the RoC Lightweight title!"

Jim Jackson: "Exactly... How will this affect RoC? Well tune-in in two weeks to find out. Until next time, good fight and good night!"



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