Chaos Supreme 07/26/2015

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Chaos Supreme 07/26/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jul 27, 2015 4:52 am



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Jim Jackson: "While the production team finishes setting up, we will entertain the fans with a dark match. This week's match features Christy Chase and Samantha King locking horns once again. During the last show, the lights went out and went they came back on both King And ROC Women's Champion Desiré were left unconscious."

Brad Blood: "It still haunts me. I wasn't able to watch the jiggly parts do what they do best. IT'S A CRIME AGAINST MAN! ..... I will let it slide this time but there better be double the action in this match."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing in at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 150 pounds, hailing from Seattle, Washington... CHRISTY CHASE!"

"Chasing the Dream" by Alex Kassel starts playing on the speakers as Christy Chase dashes through the curtains waving to the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. 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 the challenger, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The Morrigan... SAMANTHA KING!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell and... WHAT?! NOT AGAIN! THEY LIGHTS WENT OUT!"

Brad Blood: "WHY DO THEY TORTURE ME SO?!! ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FEMALE ACTION!!"

SMASH! SMASH!

Jim Jackson: "There's that familiar sound again! Who the hell is doing this?"

Brad Blood: "The lights are back on! Once again both women are laid out in the ring! Don't worry! I know CPR! I'mma comin'!"

Jim Jackson: "Sit down Brad or you will get fired for sexual harassment! The ref is calling for the bell and another match has ended in darkness."

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a no contest!"

Jim Jackson: "Twice this mysterious person has struck and no one has any clue as to why. We're not even sure if it's a single person, it could be multiple people."

Brad Blood: "Well they seem to be acting the females of the locker room so maybe it's Floyd Mayweather or Bill Cosby. Either way, This has got to end! I wanna see a tit fly out!"






Jim Jackson: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Chaos Supreme... I wish I could welcome all of you in a more joyous note but after the events of the last show..."

Jim Jackson takes a pause and tries to hold back the tears...

Jim Jackson: "I'm sorry for that but even now we are still reeling from the loss of The Morbidly Obese Man... He has definitely left a large hole here in the hearts of all of his fans and his family here in Ring of Chaos."

Brad Blood: "That's true Jim, rest well big man! We never got along but damn you earned my respect when you won that title two weeks ago... You went out with a bang!"

Jim Jackson: "Well, what more is there to say? We shall remember you and rest well TMOM, you are in a better place. Let's get this show started!"






As the show begins, Alexander Melchiott can be seen standing in the center of the ring with a microphone. Other wrestlers are gathered out on the ramp, many looking very somber for the occasion.

Alexander Melchiott: "Last show... last show we lost someone truly special to the wrestling business. We lost a man who never quit giving his all for you, the fans. Moments after winning the World Championship..."

Melchiott pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath.

Alexander Melchiott: "Moments after winning the World Championship, The Mor- Frederico M. Garcia, who you all knew as the wrestler, The Morbidly Obese Man, suffered a fatal heart attack and... passed away."

Melchiott again pauses, letting his words sink in.

Alexander Melchiott: "Tonight, we honor the memory of Frederico M. Garcia. We honor the memory of a wrestler that gave his all no matter what the cost. We honor the memory of our World Champion. I would like to ask that you all please stand as we toll the bell ten times."

Rustling is heard as the fans stand. Melchiott bows his head as the bell is sounded.

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

Lifting his head back up as the fans take their seats, Melchiott brings his microphone back up to his lips.

Alexander Melchiott: "Thank you all for showing your support during these trying times. Tonight, this show is dedicated to the memory of Frederico M. Garcia who wowed fans for so many years with his size, strength, and passion. We'll be showing you some moments from his career to help relive the memory of this fallen hero."

Melchiott takes another deep breath before continuing.

Alexander Melchiott: "However, the show must go on. So tonight, I have to unfortunately declare the World Championship officially vacant. You may be wondering why I am not holding the title... well, there's a good reason for that. The World Championship that Frederico M. Garcia was never able to physically hold was sent to his family along-with a sizable amount of money for funeral proceedings and for the wellbeing of his family from the Melchiott Estate. I'm sure that Lee Morrison also sent some money to the Garcia family on behalf of Ring of Chaos. While that physical version of the title is forever going to be with the Garcia family, I have paid for a new, identical title to be made for use here in Ring of Chaos. With the title currently vacant, I have decided that there is only one way of determining a new wrestler to fill the role that Garcia has left us. Tonight, in the Main Event, a team of five of the top wrestlers in Ring of Chaos will take on another team of five top wrestlers in an elimination match! After one team has been eliminated, the remnants of the surviving team must battle among themselves until only one man remains. That man will go on to our next show where he will face Ray Kamaura and Johnny Fortune in a triple threat match to crown a new World Champion."

Melchiott gives the fans a weak smile as he continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "As you all know, I like contrast. So tonight, the first team in The Morbidly Obese Man Memorial Match will consist of Thaddeus Rex, Nicolas Dorn, Allister King, Shadow Callahan, and Rafik Arfah!"

Jim Jackson: "With the rivalry between Thaddeus Rex and Allister King, there's just no way that that team can co-exist!"

Brad Blood: "Well, Melchiott did say he liked to go against the grain. Why book friends to be on a team together when you can book enemies together instead! It's kind of exciting..."

Alexander Melchiott: "The second team competing in The Morbidly Obese Man Memorial Match will consist of Colton Charles Cai Cobb, Crusade, El Loco, Felipe Shido, and Boy Bakla!"

Jim Jackson: "Another case of strange bedfellows!"

Brad Blood: "Rex and Dorn have had problems with Bakla in the past, but I'm sure C4 and Crusade are NOT going to be happy teaming with her."

Jim Jackson: "I actually was referring to the fact that The Full Time Killers and The Roller Coaster of Love have been in a bitter war lately, but surprisingly, you still managed to bring up a good point."

Alexander Melchiott: "This is going to be one hell of a challenge for all the wrestlers involved! As they not only have to put aside their differences to work together to eliminate the other team, but they have to do so while knowing that they will then have to fight each other. A crucial tag might be missed to allow a future enemy to be eliminated..."

Mumbles from the audience can be heard as they muse over what could happen in the Main Event while the superstars on the ramp eye one another.

Alexander Melchiott: "And while that is the Main Event, I can assure you that I have quite the show planned for tonight in honor of the Big Man! I offered to allow both Little Wang and Boy Bakla to take the night off due to their relationship with Mr. Garcia, but both refused. Well, Bakla has her shot at winning the World Championship, but I don't think that it's enough to leave it at that. So tonight, I am giving Little Wang, one of Mr. Garcia's longest and closest friends, a Lightweight Championship title shot!"

Jim Jackson: "Wait, but wasn't Melchiott going to defend the title against Nao Fook Yu? Where does that leave her?"

Brad Blood: "It leaves her out in the cold, Jim!"

Alexander Melchiott: "Now, I promised Nao Fook Yu a title shot just last show, but the situation has changed. I think that out of respect for our fallen brethren, Nao Fook Yu will have no problems steeping aside for one night and allowing Little Wang to take her place. Nao Fook Yu will receive her shot at the Lightweight Championship next show, whether it be against Little Wang or myself."

The camera focuses on Nao Fook Yu, who looks quite conflicted at the news.

Alexander Melchiott: "Nao Fook Mi, who was also a friend of Mr. Garcia, will also see action here tonight. She will be teaming with her sister against a returning tag team! Thank you all, and have a great night as we celebrate a life that was taken from us far too soon."

Melchiott bows his head to the audience before exiting the ring as the wrestlers return to the backstage and the show begins to start in earnest.






The scene opens up backstage where we see Marcus Troy standing beside his client, the monster known as Entropy.

Marcus Troy: "Tonight my client shall once again grace the squared circle. Tonight, my client shall once again dominate and destroy his opponents. Tonight my client shall once again make chaos rain for he is the typhoon that shall rip into Ring of Chaos... Unstoppable and uncontrollable... Three men, as if the numbers game shall give them an advantage... No... The only thing the numbers game shall bring is a bigger body count. So to the three unfortunate souls that shall face my client tonight, well I do not have any more words to say to you, for what else can you tell dead men? For our dear VGM Alexander Melchiott, look and observe closely, your new star is about to take RoC by storm."

Marcus Troy starts laughing as Entropy stands behind him menacingly and the screen fades to black.






The air in the locker room exudes panic and fear as the three opponents for Entropy talks amongst themselves.

Maximus Orgasmus: "Well three on one are good odds for us... Even if he's a monster, I'm sure we'll be able to find a way to beat Entropy."

Maximus Orgasmus looks nervously at both his partners for tonight's match hoping to find the confidence that is missing from his voice.


Diarrhea Boy nods...

Diarrhea Boy: "Yeah, he may look scary but he's just still a man... I'm sure we can... Ohhh fuck... I think I just shit myself again..."

Diarrhea Boy hurries to the toilet to change his trunks.


The Masked Moron: "It smells like poop in here!"

The Masked Moron cheerfully announces as Maximus Orgasmus groans and facepalms and the screen fades to black.



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Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jul 27, 2015 5:02 am



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Brad Blood: "To quote Iron Maiden. "Bring your daughter to the slaughter". This is going to be a bloodbath. Three men step up to combine their strength to try to defeat the unbeatable leviathan known as Entropy"

Jim Jackson: "Maximus Orgasmus, Diarrhea Boy and The Masked Moron. An unlikely alliance but sometimes it's the most unlikely option than is the one that works out best."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a 3 on 1 match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Already in the ring, at a combined weight of 648 pounds... the team of MAXIMUS ORGASMUS, DIARRHEA BOY AND THE MASKED MORON!

"Shit Towne" by Live starts playing on the loudspeakers as Diarrhea Boy bursts forth from the entrance tunnel. Suddenly his face contorts as a foul smell emanate from his rear, he clutches the middle of his ass with one hand and rushes down the ramp. He slides into the ring and heads to his corner to wait for his opponent.

"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.

"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.


Alice Aoi: "Introducing their opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marcus Troy, standing at 7 foot 3 inches tall, weighing in at 390 pounds, from the Amazon Jungle...ENTROPY!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "The Masked Moron lost the game of rock, paper, scissors so he is going to start of for his team. HOLY CRAP! He just walked into a bicycle kick by Entropy and near got his head kick clean off his shoulders. Entropy goes for the pin!"

Brad Blood: "Maximus Orgasmus is running in to break up the pin but Entropy saw him entering. Max-O gets launched into the air......and spinebustered right on top of his partner. Diarrhea Boy is climbing the turnbuckle with Entropy's back turned. He gets some great air time but is caught! One Powerbomb! Two Powerbombs! Third powerbomb onto the pile of his teammates! He places his foot on top of them."

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

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "That Behemoth made short work out of 3 men with them getting in absolutely no offense. The question needs to be asked but can anyone stop this monster?"

Brad Blood: "Marcus Troy brought in a ticking time bomb that only he knows how to disarm. And with how easy he has defeated his competition, Troy must have his eyes set on Entropy bringing back that prestigious gold."






Nao Fook Yu: "A returning tag team? This is his way of not giving me the title shot because I didn't go with his original plan."

It is clear that Nao Fook Yu is agitated at the news that she won't be facing Alexander Melchiott for the RoC Lightweight Title tonight.

Nao Fook Yu: "If he wanted, he could have booked it as a triple threat match... You know what? This just proves that he is afraid of me. He knows that I will take that title away from him so he changes the booking to get an easy win against Little Wang. I should have expected that he'll pull something like this, that man has no honor."

Fook Yu paces around the locker room as her sister looks on...

Nao Fook Yu: "Well no matter, we'll crush that returning tag team, whoever they are then the following show... I'll crush Melchiott. We were the RoC Tag Team champions, I'm sure we'll be able to handle whatever team that will be pitched against us."

Nao Fook Yu finally settles down a bit after reassuring herself.


Nao Fook Mi smiles as she looks on to her sister.

Nao Fook Mi: "That we will sis, we've taken every challenge head on and we've only grew stronger as sisters and as a team, it would take more than a random returning tag team to beat us. We can use this match as a warm-up for your upcoming title fight. Do not worry about Melchiott and his plans, as long as we have each other, we can overcome anything he throws at us."

Fook Mi looks at her watch...

Nao Fook Mi: "C'mon, we still have some time, let's do some light sparring... Race you to the gym..."

Fook Mi grins as she picks up her bag and rushes out the door getting a head start, he twin sister quickly dashes after her as the scene fades to black.






The smell of burnt rubber wafts through the air as the engine of a blue 1969 Shelby Mustang Cobra GT500 grinds to a halt. Colton Charles Cai Cobb steps out of the muscle car and shuts the door. As he walks towards the entrance of the RoC building Julie Rodriguez makes her presence known for an ambush interview with The Charismatic Crippler.

Julie Rodriguez: "Excuse me Colton, I was wondering if I may ask what your thoughts are about your upcoming match tonight..."

C4 stops walking and turns towards the voluptuous Latina.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "What my thoughts are? Well first of all I would like to thank our dearly departed ex-champ, The Morbidly Obese Man... Why if he didn't eat himself to death then I wouldn't be getting this opportunity now won't I?"

Julie Rodriguez: "Isn't that is a little disrespectful Colton? TMOM..."

Colton Charles Cai Cobb cuts her off quickly and quickly retorts...

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "What's disrespectful is you not letting me finish... I was not done talking yet. What's disrespectful is that fat tub of lard jumping the line and getting a title shot just because he has a past with our new VGM. What's disrespectful is getting booked in the same team as those masked clowns Roller Coaster of Love..."

Julie Rodriguez: "I-I don't see how..."

Again C4 cuts her off.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "Of course you don't, you are as blind as everyone else in here. Why do Alexander Melchiott was able to sneak back in and grab a cushy position of authority? Because everyone here is fucking dumb and fucking blind! Well tonight that will change. I will open the eyes of everyone watching tonight to the hypocrisy and the stupidity that has infected Ring of Chaos to it's core. Now if you'll excuse me Julie, I still have a match to get to..."

The Charismatic Crippler walks away and enters the building leaving Julie Rodriguez speechless as the scene fades to black.






Melchiott sighs as he looks over some paperwork on his desk. He knew what he was getting into the moment that he took this position, but certain superstars were being more ear-piercing than the rest. To say that Melchiott didn't hear the mummers behind the scenes would be foolish, but to say that Melchiott misses the big moments would be idiotic.

Alexander Melchiott: "So... where to start then?"

Melchiott cupped his hands underneath his chin as he pondered. If superstars were going to voice their opinion of him and vilify his decisions, then why shouldn't he fire back?"

Alexander Melchiott: "Especially when they make it so easy..."

A slight chuckle escapes Melchiott's mouth as he looks into the camera.

Alexander Melchiott: "Colton."

One word. One word said in a firm voice echoed through the room.

Alexander Melchiott: "You want to talk about respect? Respect is not bitching at every opportunity. You call everyone dumb, but you are the biggest laugh I've seen in a long while. You came into this business with so much hype, only for you to flicker out. It was an adorable little attempt at relevancy. But us big dummies don't have the memory to go back and reflect on your failures."

Melchiott's lips creep into a small smile.

Alexander Melchiott: "Us big dummies don't know that I am one the few men on this roster who haven't had a fair shot at the World Championship. I could have easily booked anyone else in your place Colton, that's what makes this so special. You cry about the opportunity I have given you, but what is delightful is that we ALL know you won't make anything of THIS opportunity."

Speaking those words, Melchiott's smile only widens.

Alexander Melchiott: "Let's face it, Colton; as far as the World title is concerned, you can't hack it. You never could. You LOST in the second round of the RoC Championship Grand Prix. You LOST to Ray Kamaura. You LOST at every turn before disappearing. You've had opportunity after opportunity after opportunity, and yet you continue to bitch and show no RESPECT FOR THE DEAD!"

No longer smiling, Melchiott speaks with fury in his voice.

Alexander Melchiott: "The Morbidly Obese Man has been through and through in this business. Compared to him, you are a NOTHING! His career is far longer and more successful than yours and yet you run the man down now that he can't defend himself? Now that he's gone? Are you really that much of a coward that you wait until after someone dies to run them down? No Colton, here's the part of the story you conveniently leave out; TMOM worked harder than you and DESERVED the title shot that I gave him. And as far as I go? I TOOK my spot back in this company while you and Crusade where busy gallivanting around trying to get a title shot -- another set of missed opportunities for you."

Taking a deep breath, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "So Colton, you have a few options. You can continue to cry, bitch, and moan -- which I'll ignore -- or you go out and prove yourself and EARN something for a change. But let me make one thing crystal; if you ever speak ill of the deceased again, you'll have a serious problem with Alexander Melchiott that you don't want to have. Keep in line, Colton, and I'll treat you like I treat everyone else. I reward those who impress, so impress me."

With that challenge laid out, Melchiott stands and calmly walks towards the camera.

Alexander Melchiott: "And then there is the issue of my favorite little child -- Nao Fook Yu."

Reaching the camera, Melchiott stops and stares into it.

Alexander Melchiott: "If you are so insistent on being treated like a child, then I'll treat you as such. Yes, I could have booked a triple threat tonight, but that would lower the chances for Little Wang to step away with the victory. You will get your title match, it has only been postponed. To declare that I have any ulterior motives in this scenario is showing a serious lack of respect to the man we are supposed to be honoring tonight... and I don't think you want to go down that route with me. So Nao Fook Yu, show some respect for the dead and let his friend have the opportunity that he deserves. After the results of tonight and next week, we'll see where The Oriental Spices stand in the tag team and singles ranks."

Turning away from the camera, Melchiott walks back behind his desk and takes a seat.

Alexander Melchiott: "I knew going into this that I would be dealing with all sorts of personalities, but if there was ever a man who could handle being vilified -- it was me. I'll run this show the way it needs to be run, and if that means I make some enemies along the way that's fine. I have plenty of friends I can call upon..."

With that... warning? The camera fades as Melchiott begins looking over some of the paperwork he has on his desk.






The camera open in an empty arena. Clearly, Serrano just finished promoting an event as the crowd is still clearing out. Serrano is sitting on the ring apron resting after his match as the camera approaches him. The time-stamp in the corner says "07/09/2015".

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "Hello again, Ring of Chaos. It seems fate has a strange way of working out. Alexander Melchiott, you're new VGM, called me for a meeting last week. Luckily for him, Sawyer and I were traveling into the States anyway for a show in Carolina. So following this, we met up with Melchiott in his new "office". Melchiott explained that he wanted Sawyer and me to sign new contracts and return to Ring of Chaos. I of course, refused."

Serrano gestures at the arena, now nearly empty of fans.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "As you can see, I have my own organization to run. I don't have the time to be a part of the Ring of Chaos roster. But Melchiott wouldn't take no for an answer and offered both Sawyer and myself some pretty lucrative contracts with some very nice perks that allowed us to miss Ring of Chaos shows if it conflicted with my organization's schedule and my civil duties as a high ranking official here in Belize. It seems the impossible -- me coming back to Ring of Chaos -- has somehow become reality. Lucky for you fans, eh?"

After asking that, Serrano is handed a bottle of water to refresh himself as the scene fades.



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Jim Jackson:  "Coming up next is a tag team match between Oriental Spices against still unrevealed opponents...  Earlier tonight Nao Fook Yu was recorded saying some harsh words against the new Vice-General Manager Alexander Melchiott and Melchiott fired back with scathing words of his own..."

Brad Blood:  "You just don't mouth off on the boss or the 2nd boss Jim, it's just dumb practice."

Jim Jackson:  "Speaking from experience Brad?"

Brad Blood:  "..."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, with a combined weight of 260 pounds, the team of Nao Fook Mi and Nao Fook Yu...  ORIENTAL SPICES!"

Oriental music starts playing on the background as smoke covers the mouth of the entrance tunnel. Out leaps Nao Fook Mi and Nao Fook Yu, both are wearing a short cheongsam and quickly makes their way down entrance ramp and enters the ring. They both bow and give respect to the crowd before heading to their corner.

Alice Aoi:  "And introducing their opponents for this evening, let us all welcome the Vice-General Manager of Ring of Chaos...  ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

With the Oriental Spices already in the ring, Alexander Melchiott steps out onto the entrance ramp.

Alexander Melchiott: "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight The Oriental Spices will be taking on the recently resigned Heavyweight Champion and Tag Team Champion of Belize, Edmundo Alejandro Serrano and his partner Berry Sawyer!"

Melchiott steps aside as J. S. Bach's "Ruht wohl, ihr heiligen Gebeine" begins playing in the arena as Edmundo Alejandro Serrano and Berry Sawyer step out from the backstage.  Both men wear their title belts from Serrano's organization and both men are carrying microphones.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "Thank you Melchiott, not only for resigning us to some great contracts, but for giving us the opportunity to actually wrestle on the main card.  While I was finishing up some business in Belize, Berry gave the fans a taste of what we are bringing when he competed in a surprise dark match, but now we're on the main show -- where we belong."

The crowd boos Serrano, but Serrano ignores them.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "Now, I hope you keep to the promises you made during our resigning.  I would hate to have to deal with another Lee Morrison situation and be underutilized once again.  All that "man" had me doing was wrestling dark matches while learning Berry Sawyer out in the cold.  Well, no longer!  Tonight, the Heavyweight Champion of Belize and the Tag Team Champions of Belize are going to show you all that we are just as good as we always claimed to be when we defeat that pair of nobodies standing in that ring!"

After pointing directly at The Oriental Spices, Serrano gestures at his titles.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "Berry Sawyer and I have won titles in my home country of Belize.  We have faced superstars that are of a higher caliber than you two little girls.  Tonight, it will be an easy win for us -- and a devastating loss for you."

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano removes his two titles and hands them to a nearby ring-hand as he prepares to head down to the ring.

Knowing that Edmundo wouldn't dare to move without him, Sawyer takes his time removing his title belt and handing it to the ring hand before turning and addressing his opponents.

Berry Sawyer: "It's as Serrano says, we're back and we're here to make an impact.  Now, a real man wouldn't hit a woman, but you two aren't women -- you're wrestlers.  I'm not going to apologize for what's about to happen, that's on Melchiott's shoulders, but you two will be losing this match and Serrano and I will be walking out of this building here tonight with the victory."

Sawyer hands his microphone to the ring hand before gesturing to Serrano that it's time to get this match over with.

Jim Jackson:  "It's Berry Sawyer and Edmundo Alejandro Serrano making their return here to RoC!"

Brad Blood:  "Now I didn't see this coming!  The crowd doesn't seem too warm to the returning duo...  Maybe if they have boobs like the Fook twins..."

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 it will be Nao Fook Mi and Edmundo Alejandro Serrano kicking things off for their teams.  Serrano starts mocking Fook Mi because she's a woman...  Fook Mi stays calms and circles Serrano cautiously.  Serrano makes the first move and charges in!  Fook Mi sidestep and sticks her leg out!  Serrano trips over it!  Fook Mi off the ropes and hits a running kick on Serrano, she follows it up with a spinning elbow drop.  Serrano rolls away to get some distance...  He turns around...  Fook Mi takes him down with a spinning wheel kick!  Fook Mi for the cover but Serrano powers out before the ref can begin the count."

Brad Blood:  "Edmundo is rubbing his jaw where Fook Mi's foot connected.  I think this time he's beginning to take Fook Mi seriously, it be bad for him if he underestimates the girls, they are former tag team champions."

Jim Jackson:  "I have to agree with you there Brad.  Nao Fook Mi charges in...  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano ducks below a clothesline attempt, Fook Mi off the ropes...  Springboard crossbody connects!  Serrano quickly shoves Fook Mi off of him and gets back to his feet but Fook Mi is nowhere in his field of vision!  Fook Mi from behind spins Serrano around and hits a knee...  Nao Fook Mi grabs her opponent's head and puts him in 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!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Edmundo gets a shoulder up at two!  I think he doesn't know where he is at this point.  Edmundo is stumbling around like a drunk duck...  He stumbles right into Fook Mi's arms...  This won't be good...  Wait!  Serrano manages to wrench himself free!  Fook Mi tries to grab him but he rolls and leaps towards his partner...  TAG!"

Jim Jackson:  "Berry Sawyer lumbers into the ring!  Nao Fook Mi with a dropkick...  Sawyer staggers...  Fook Mi charges in...  RIGHT INTO A LARIAT!  Sawyer picks Fook Mi up...  Backbreaker!  He almost broke Fook Mi in half but he's not done...  He has Fook Mi up on his shoulders...  Body slam!  Sawyer starts stomping away at the oriental beauty.  Fook Mi is trying to crawl to her corner...  Rugged pulls her back!  Suplex!  Fook Mi bounced off the canvas!  He drags Fook Mi to their corner...  He tags his partner in!  Duke leaps in licking his lips, he chokes Fook Mi by putting a knee on her neck.  Fook Mi gasps for breath...  He pulls Foook Mi up and shoves her into the corner.  He starts slapping Fook Mi around...  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano is getting booed for his actions."

Brad Blood:  "Well our Belizian royalty here certainly ain't gaining any support for his actions but you don't really need fan support to win, what you need is to the will to do what needs to be done and that's what Edmundo has.  Fook Mi tries to move towards her corner but Edmundo is having none of it.  He pulls her hair downwards sending her to the canvas!  That got a warning from the ref and more booing from the crowd."

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Mi struggles to get up to her feet...  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano grabs Nao Fook Mi around the waist before lifting her up and dropping her onto her head with the German suplex.  Belize Drop!  Belize Drop!  Fook Mi is not moving at all, Serrano hooks the leg...  Nao Fook Yu enters the ring and stomps on Duke!  Here comes Berry Sawyer and clotheslines Fook Yu over the top rope!  The ref tries to restore order while Serrano slams Fook Mi's head unto the canvas a couple of times.  Serrano picks Fook Mi up on his shoulders...  Power slam by Duke!  Serrano off the ropes and hits a running senton!  He quickly hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Fook Mi kicks out and hangs in there!  One thing I can say about Fook Mi is that she can take a beating.  The question is how much more can she take before she breaks?  She needs to get a tag badly!  Her sister is screaming at her trying to pump her up.  Edmundo walks towards Fook Yu...  HE SLAPS FOOK YU IN THE FACE!  Fook Yu tries to enter but the ref prevents her!  She's fuming mad!  Edmundo stands there mocking her."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip by Edmundo Alejandro Serrano...  NO!  Reversed by Nao Fook Mi!  Serrano hits the turnbuckles chest first hard!  Both wrestlers are down!  Fook Mi tries to crawl to her corner, the crowd is clearly behind her cheering for her.  Serrano slowly climbs back to his feet...  Fook Mi is almost there, Serrano grabs her leg!  Fook Mi tries to kick him off!  Fook Mi leaps up with an enzuigiri out of nowhere connects!  Serrano's grip loosens!  Fook Mi for the tag...  SHE GETS IT!  THE CROWD GOES WILD!  Nao Fook Yu leaps into the ring and hits a flying crossbody!  She starts laying it on Serrano!"

Brad Blood:  "Oh man!  She's pissed!  Those punches are just snapping Edmundo's head back making them bounce off the canvas!  There's no technique just pure rage!  That slap earlier made her snap and now she's letting it all out on Duke's head!  Edmundo isn't even able to put up any defense!"

Jim Jackson:  "Duke tries to scamper away...  Dropkick to the back sends him sprawling!  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano tries to get back to his feet...   Nao Fook Yu leaps to the top turnbuckle before leaping off and spearing her opponent from above executing a spine-tingling Express Delivery.  Things look bad for Serrano!  Irish whip sends Serrano towards the ropes!  Serrano grabs on to the top rope to prevent himself from bouncing back!  Fook Yu with a dropkick sends him over the top rope, Serrano falls to the outside!  Here comes Fook Yu...  SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE SECOND ROPE TAKES SERRANO OUT!  THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Uh-oh!  Rugged is sneaking his way towards Fook Yu...  Wait!  Here comes Fook Mi from the apron!  She leaps and intercepts Berry!"

Jim Jackson:  "HURRICANRANA SENDS BERRY SAWYER INTO THE STEEL RAILINGS!  I think we are gonna see some double team action here...  Double Irish whip by Oriental Spices sends Edmundo Alejandro Serrano crashing into his partner!"

Brad Blood:  "The referee is signalling for the wrestlers to bring the action back into the ring or he's gonna start counting!  Fook Yu drags Edmundo and throws him back into the ring...   Fook Yu tries to enter the ring, Berry grabs her leg!  Fook Yu kicks him off...  OHMYGAWD!  FOOK MI OFF THE ROPES!"

Jim Jackson:  "SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT BY NAO FOOK MI PLANTS BERRY SAWYER OUTSIDE!  Sawyer is out the crowd goes wild again!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Oriental Spices are showing us why they were the RoC Tag Team champs.  You can be tag champs in other organizations but here in RoC, not just anyone can hold the belts.  Our tag team division trumps any division in the world."

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Yu grabs Duke...  Bulldog!  She plants Edmundo Alejandro Serrano into the canvas!  Fook Yu for the tag, here comes Nao Fook Mi...  She leaps to the top rope...  Springboard moonsault!  Serrano is not moving but Fook Mi is still not done with him...  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 hooks the leg!  Could this be it?"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Berry with the save!  Close call for Edmundo there.   Fook Yu leaps into the ring and starts brawling with Berry!  That is a really really really stupid idea!  Then again Fook Yu is the less brighter of the two twins...  Berry just threw Fook Yu over the top rope!  The ref steps in but that doesn't stop Fook Mi who steps on Edmundo's back and leaps over the ref!"

Jim Jackson:  "Flying clothesline connects and Berry Sawyer flies over the top rope and bounces off the apron before falling off outside!  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano out of nowhere rolls Nao Fook Mi up but Fook Mi kicks out and rolls under the ropes... Serrano charges in but Fook Mi from the apron quickly counters with a sunset flip!  Could this be it?"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Kick out by Edmundo who quickly rolls away barely dodging Fook Mi's kick!  Edmundo rolls out from under the ropes to the outside...  Fook Mi quickly gives chase!  Edmundo runs around the ring...  Fook Mi continues to chase him...  Wait is that Berry lying in wait?  Edmundo runs past Berry who is crouching down hiding...  Fook Mi rounds the corner...  She leaps over Berry!  She was expecting it and leaps over Berry and catches Edmundo from behind!  Both wrestlers go down!  Fook Yu charges towards Berry...  Dropkick from the apron sends Berry over the steel barricade!  Fook Mi throws Duke back to the ring!"

Jim Jackson:  "Nao Fook Mi leaps to the apron, Duke with a shoulder block through the middle rope...  NO!  Fook Mi sidesteps and counters with a kick to the face!  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano staggers back...  Fook Mi slingshots over the top rope...  Dropkick by Serrano from out of nowhere!  Fook Mi is down!  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano grabs Nao Fook Mi around the waist before lifting her up and dropping her onto her head with the German suplex.  He hits the Belize Drop again!  Serrano for the cover!  Is it enough?"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "No!  Fook Mi manages to get a shoulder up just before the three count!  Edmundo pounds his fists on the canvas in frustration.  As I said, Fook Mi is one tough customer, she can take punishment as good as any male in the roster and Edmundo is starting to realize that.  He signals for his finisher Belize Bomb!"

Jim Jackson:  "Edmundo Alejandro Serrano lifts Nao Fook Mi into the air...  Fook Mi starts raining hard elbows downwards unto Serrano's head!  She stops the Belize Bomb attempt!  Fook Mi with a Frankensteiner!  Serrano's head just got planted to the canvas!  Serrano tries to get up grabbing the ropes...  Fook Mi grabs his head... DDT!  Serrano is out of it!  This could be it!  Fook Mi goes high risk and climbs to the top turnbuckle!  Berry Sawyer interferes again and trips her leg!  Fook Mi lands on her groin!  Here comes Fook Yu   Spinning side kick from the apron sends Sawyer crashing outside!"

Brad Blood:  "A little too late for the rescue...  Berry already saved his partner, he's been doing this all night, Fook Yu needs to be more alert and not let Berry interfere!  I mean look at how Fook Mi stopped Berry from interfering earlier in the evening...  Edmundo is shaking off the cobwebs...  He spots Fook Mi sitting on the top turnbuckle..."

Jim Jackson:  "Duke leaps up to the top turnbuckle, he's going for a superplex!  Wait!  Nao Fook Mi blocks the attempt... She starts throwing some desperate punches...  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano falls off the turnbuckles!  Fook Mi from the top rope...   Flying dropkick from the top...  Serrano is sent flying to the other side of the ring!  Fook Mi charges in just as Serrano is trying to get up...  Shining wizard!  Serrano goes down!  Nao Fook Yu is asking for a tag!"

Brad Blood:  "Fook Mi should just go for the cover then and there.  Look at Edmundo, I bet he doesn't even know where he is right now!  Fook Mi gives in and drags Edmundo towards their corner and tags in her sister!  Fook Mi has Edmundo in a full nelson..."

Jim Jackson:  "Here comes Nao Fook Yu with a superkick...  EDMUNDO ALEJANDRO SERRANO SLIPS OUT OF NAO FOOK MI'S HOLD AND FOOK YU HITS HER SISTER INSTEAD!  Fook Mi slams into the turnbuckles hard!  Fook Yu looks shocked!  Serrano from behind rolls Fook Yu up!"

Brad Blood:  "He has a fistful of Fook Yu's panties!  Oh man look at Fook Yu wiggling that ass!  The ref doesn't see it and begins counting!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall, the team of BERRY SAWYER AND EDMUNDO ALEJANDRO SERRANO!"

Jim Jackson:  "Whoa!  Edmundo Alejandro Serrano steals the win!  He quickly rolls out of the ring as Nao Fook Yu looks on, shocked and angry!  Fook Yu is shouting expletives at Serrano, she turns her attention on her sister..."

Brad Blood:  "She can't decide whether she should go after Edmundo or tend to her sister, but one thing is for sure, this loss is on her."






There was no music, no light show, no flamboyance as Boy Bakla, followed by Little Wang steps out from the tunnel.  The atmosphere in the RoC Arena is heavy as the fans are still reeling from the events that transpired in the last show, the death of a wrestler, the death of a performer, the death of an icon...  Frederico M. Garcia also known as The Morbidly Obese Man has been a staple not only in Ring of Chaos but in many other wrestling organizations in the world, but now and forevermore, his legacy shall only be a memory, the solemn mood of the crowd conveyed just how much he will be missed.

Boy Bakla slowly makes her way down the ramp, her usual lively and animated movements replaced by the slow shuffle of her feet as her head hung low and her vision cloudy with tears that she still continued to shed.  With his arms around a paper bag, Little Wang matches her pace as he also descends to the ring.  The crowd holds up lit candles to show their support and to express their love for the big wrestler.  Boy Bakla and Little Wang enters the ring, wiping another tear from her cheeks Bakla kneels on one knee as Little Wang opens the bag and pulls out a monster-sized pulled pork sandwich.  He hands it to Bakla who places it in the middle of the ring before taking out a 500ml can of beer which he also hands to the transsexual superstar.  Bakla takes the beer and stifles a sob as she opens it and holds it up in the air.


Boy Bakla:  "Here's to you big guy."

Boy Bakla takes a big sip and passes the can to Little Wang who does the same before setting the can down beside the sandwich.  Bakla then rises to her feet and addresses the crowd.

Boy Bakla:  "I-I do n-not even know where or how to start..."

Bakla's tears are freely flowing now as is many in the crowd.  Her lips trembling, Bakla continues...

Boy Bakla:  "H-he was bigger than life, pun intended...  You all know him as The Morbidly Obese Man, or TMOM but we knew him as a friend, loyal and warm, our pillar of strength in this hard and chaotic world.  All his life he was fighting a battle, not only in the ring but also in real life.  He fought for those who poke and make fun of people like us because we are different, he fought for those who couldn't because of fear, he fought because he can...  HE FOUGHT FOR US FREAKS...  But now he is gone...  Cliche as it may sound, he is gone but not forgotten, NEVER FORGOTTEN.  His memory, his legacy, his cause...  These are the things that shall be remembered always."

Bakla stifles a sob and wipes away her tears and continues on...

Boy Bakla:  "In his wrestling career, The Morbidly Obese Man has tried to win the big one.  In every federation, every organization he has been part of, the title has eluded him.  He has been hailed as one of the greatest uncrowned champions until two weeks ago...  TWO WEEKS AGO IN THIS VERY RING THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN BECAME THE ROC WORLD CHAMPION!  TWO WEEKS AGO THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN FINALLY WON THE GOLD THAT HE HAS WORKED TO GET HIS WHOLE WRESTLING CAREER!  But fate's sense of humor sucks beyond belief.  Before he can even touch his prize...  Before he could even hold the RoC World Title, my friend and brother in the squared circle lost his life...  SO FUCK YOU FATE!  FUCK YOU DEATH!  FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU!"

Bakla breaks down and slumps to her knees sobbing uncontrollably as the crowd looks on, feeling the pain she felt...  The looked on patiently, some openly crying as Bakla tries to compose herself again.

Boy Bakla:  "I-I'm sorry for my outburst...  I d-don't know how much longer I can hold it together...  Before I go, I would like to thank Alexander Melchiott.  We never saw eye to eye Alexander, in fact I hated your guts but thank you for giving TMO-Frederico the opportunity to realize his dream.  Thank you, what you did, me and Wang here will never forget."

Bakla produces a candle and lights it before placing it in the middle of the ring.  She picks up the can of beer again and raises it up to the air.

Boy Bakla:  "So here's to Frederico M. Garcia, The Morbidly Obese Man, THE ROC WORLD CHAMPION!  TONIGHT WE CRY!  TONIGHT WE GRIEVE!  TONIGHT WE CELEBRATE BECAUSE YOU EARNED IT!  Goodbye my friend, we love you and we shall always remember you and your fight."

Bakla tips the can a little letting the beer splash around the ring, she then takes one last sip and places the can down as the crowd raises their candles up high.


The lights dim as "Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays, silent video of The Morbidly Obese Man begins to show on the main screen. The song goes on while a tribute to TMOM continues to be displayed. This last several minutes before a solemn Ray Kamaura slowly makes his way out to the stage. He kisses his hand before pointing to the sky. The song ends. Ray returns to the darkness.





Little Wang step forward hands together with fingers intertwined and gives a bow towards the direction where Ray Kamaura disappeared to as a show of utmost respect.

Little Wang:  "Thank you."

The small wrestler whispers before taking a step back again.  He puts a reassuring hand on Boy Bakla's shoulder who is now sobbing on her knees.

Little Wang:  "He won't want us to be like this."

Bakla looks up as Wang produces a handkerchief and wipes away her tears.

Little Wang:  "He would want us to stand strong, he would want us to carry on...  So we carry on.  We continue to fight, we continue and we remember The Morbidly Obese Man.  People may still point and laugh at us and call us FREAKS, but we will wear label proudly!  Being FREAKS is not something we ashamed of! WE PROUD TO BE FREAKS BECAUSE TMOM IS PROUD TO BE ONE!"

The crowd starts chanting...

Crowd:  "FREAKS!  FREAKS!  FREAKS!"

Though this chant is not one to degrade but one of support.  Little Wang nods as the crowd continues to show their support for them.

Little Wang:  "TMOM taught us that nothing is impossible, so we shall fight on and in every match we are in, we shall make him proud.  Tonight me and Boy Bakla are given a chance, an opportunity...  I fight Alexander Melchiott for RoC Lightweight title while Bakla fight to get title shot at RoC World title...  Tonight both of us will dedicate our matches to our dearly departed friend...  Here's to the greatest champion in RoC, THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN!  TONIGHT WE FIGHT FOR YOU!"

The crowd starts chanting...

Crowd:  "TMOM!  TMOM!  TMOM!"

Little Wang helps Boy Bakla up and both wrestlers exit the ring as the crowd continue to cheer for their fallen champion.






Rafik Arfah enters the arena. He raises his hand in victory. He enters the ring. He has a microphone because he is a smart man who came prepared for his promo.  

Rafik Arfah: "Last show, I defeated a little wang.. that little wang's name was Little Wang. I know.. let's not even point it out."

Rafik Arfah shakes his head.

Rafik Arfah: "The freak society once again tried to screw the OG. But this time I was peppered. Bukkakela, how did that chair taste? Little Wang, like the feel of my knee in your mouth?  I know you don't like it as much as the things you usually put that in mouth but it'll have to do for now."

Rafik smiles.

Rafik Arfah: "Now as for tonight, I am in the Obese Man memorial tag match."

Fans begin to boo in anticipation of a ruder remark.

Rafik Arfah: "I'm not gonna disrespect a dead man so relax. What I wanted to talk about is how much I love the team I'm in. Rex? Love him. Cool dude. We never really speak.. I want to but he is never available. We greet each other from time to time. Plus, he's black! We all love a good black man. And next up are Allister King and Shadow Callahan. Nice enough pair of dudes. We like to talk shit about each other but it's all in good fun. I think. I met Allister when visiting an SWS show back in early 2015. He put shit in the GM's desk. Haha. It cost him. Never met Shadow though."

Rafik looks around at the crowd as a filler action.

Rafik Arfah: "Well, teaming up will be a great time and probably the best match I will have in ROC. But the part I need to prepare for is the battle after we win. It will be tough competition. People tell me: "Rafik, your promos suck and you will get eliminated first. So predictable". I tell them: "have some faith, fuckface". I might lose. I might win. More likely to lose. But that doesn't I mean I won't give it my best. I want a title. I really do. I need one. So I WILL give it a 169%. And if any misfit freak oddity somehow screws me in this match.. there will be vengeance, motherfuuccker."    

Rafik leaves to the backstage area and goes to prepare.





The scene opens up to Nicolas Dorn pacing in the halls. The usually unfocused old man seems to be surprisingly on-point today.

Nicolas Dorn: "Colton... Colton... Colton..."

The old man mutters to himself before noticing the camera.

Nicolas Dorn: "Tonight, I get a chance to earn my spot in a triple threat for the World Championship. Imagine that, me as World Champion! Maybe old Nicolas has one more in him."

Nicolas tries to feign a smile, but he can't manage it.

Nicolas Dorn: "Ah, who am I kidding? Tonight isn't about fun and games, tonight is about honoring a fallen wrestler. I've been around the block and I've lost many a friend in this business, but to go out like that? That just wasn't right. And then you have Colton..."

The old man stops for a few seconds to collect his thoughts before looking angrily into the camera.

Nicolas Dorn: "A no-good piece of trash is what he is! A disrespectful, disgrace of a human being! What has he done to even be in this match, let alone to be speaking ill of the dead? He deserves no respect for an actions he's taken in his career, because he's always taken the shortcuts. And then he has the audacity to stand in front of a woman and speak ill of the dead!? Colton, listen carefully, I may be old but I'm not stupid. I'm going to eliminate you from this match here tonight and teach you a little something I like to call HUMILITY... or is it humiliation? Well, whatever! You're going to get beaten by an old man!"

With that, Dorn walks away from the camera, muttering something about "Kids these days".








VS

Jim Jackson: "Coming up next is a chance of a lifetime for Little Wang. Alexander Melchiott, our newly installed vice-general manager booked this match as a sign of respect for The Morbidly Obese Man."

Brad Blood: "Little Wang should thank TMOM, seriously, with his abysmal record, he shouldn't be anywhere near number one contender for the RoC Lightweight title. He jumped the line here and you know how much we hate line jumpers."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall AND IS FOR THE ROC LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE! Introducing first, standing in at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Principality of Monaco, he is your current and reigning RoC Lightweight Champion... 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 the challenger, standing in at 3 feet and 3/4 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 wearing stilts with both arms in the air waving a victory sign with his fingers. The midget runs down the ramp and scampers into the ring.

Alice Aoi: "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! Little Wang charges in aggressively! The champ tries to grab the small wrestler but Wang slips between his legs and bounces off the ropes... Dropkick on Alexander Melchiott's butt sends him sprawling forward! Wang off the ropes... Springboard crossbody... Melchiott catches him! Melchiott tosses Wang over his head... WANG LANDS ON HIS FEET! Dropkick to the back of Melchiott's knee... Shining wizard! Rolling senton splash by Wang connects! Wang for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Alexander gets a shoulder up! Whoa! Wang took Alexander by surprise, heck he took us all by surprise with his aggressiveness! Could it be that he now realizes he doesn't have TMOM to lean on and is actually showing us his true potential?"

Jim Jackson: "Little Wang from the top turnbuckle... Missile dropkick right on Hotspur's face! Wang charges in... Alexander Melchiott tries to catch him... Wang ducks under his arms... He flies off the ropes... Springboard corkscrew elbow! He catches Melchiott on the side of the head! The crowd is starting to cheer for the little wrestler!"

Crowd: "WANG! WANG! WANG!"

Brad Blood: "Looks like Wang is feeding off from the crowd getting more pumped up. Alexander is shaking off the cobwebs trying to lose the stars circling over his head. Here comes Wang... "

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott dodges a superkick attempt on his knees... He manages to get his arm on Little Wang... Hip toss by the champ while still kneeling sends Wang to the canvas! Melchiott quickly gets back up and hits a kick to Wang's ribs! Alexander Melchiott jumps onto the turnbuckle before springing back, catching Little Wang's head, and driving him face-first into the mat! MOONLIGHT CUT! Melchiott hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "Wang kicks out at two! I'm surprised that the pint-sized chink actually kicked out of that... Alexander looks like he's going for a submission... "

Jim Jackson: "The champ has Little Wang in a bow and arrow hold! Wang is shaking his head as Alexander Melchiott pulls down applying more pressure! Wang is clearly in pain but shakes his head when the ref asks him if he submits. Melchiott ruthlessly pulls down more... Wait! Wang somehow twists his legs free! Wang flips over and rolls away! He bounces off the ropes... And connects with a dropkick to Melchiott's face!"

Brad Blood: "Wang's short limbs worked to his advantage there, Alexander couldn't get a good grip on him allowing him to slip free. Though looking at Wang, the bow and arrow may have done enough damage, he looks like he's favoring his back..."

Jim Jackson: "Little Wang with a series of really low kicks to the champ's shin. Alexander Melchiott limps away and tries to hit a spinning low kick... Wang leaps over Hotspur's leg and hits a dropkick to the knee of Melchiott's standing leg... The champ goes down. Little Wang leaps to the ropes and springboards towards his opponent head first executing a Cannonball! What a springboard headbutt! Wang for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Alexander kicks out at two! Wow... I really thought that the match would have been over by now, seriously, Wang is really putting up one helluva fight, even a wrestler of Alexander's calibre is having a hard time. I'm sure he thought that this match is gonna be a cakewalk but so far this is anything but that."

Jim Jackson: "Springboard legdrop by the challenger connects! Little Wang is getting pumped up as the crowd continues to chant his name... Wang climbs to the top turnbuckle... Flying clothesline attempt... The champ ducks out of the way and Wang hits the referee instead! Oh man! The ref looks like he's out cold! Big boot by Alexander Melchiott almost takes Wang's head off! Alexander Melchiott lifts Little Wang onto his shoulders before throwing Little Wang’s legs back and falling to the mat, driving Little Wang’s face into the mat. MOONLIGHT DRIVE! Melchiott for the cover!"

Brad Blood: "There's no ref! The ref is out cold! Alexander realizes that and tries to rouse the referee! Wait! Wang is starting to stir... The champ sees him and heads over..."

Jim Jackson: " Little Wang stands between his opponent's legs and hits an uppercut to his opponent's groin executing a surprisingly painful Little Surprise. Low blow by Wang! Little Wang positions himself in front of his opponent's face and blows a technicolor mist into his eyes blinding him temporarily executing a sneaky Rainbow Mist! Alexander Melchiott is blinded! Wang took advantage of the referee being out and uses underhanded tactics! Springboard reverse DDT by Wang slams Melchiott into the canvas!"

Brad Blood: "Daaaaaamn! I now see Wang in a different light! Seriously, I never thought Wang would screw Alexander like that! TWICE TOO! Wang looks like he's going for his finisher..."

Jim Jackson: "Little Wang climbs up to the top of the ring post and leaps tucking his knees to chest, he executes a 360 flip in mid-air, and... Alexander Melchiott somehow rolls away but Wang lands on his feet! Melchiott still blinded somehow sensed the danger and moved accordingly. Hotspur is still trying to rub the mist from his eyes... Wang charges in... Wang leaps on Melchiott's back! The champ instinctively drives his back into the turnbuckles crushing Wang with his body! Wang lets go and slumps to the canvas!"

Brad Blood: "What a comeback by Alexander! He finally gets the last of Wang's mist attack from his eyes. He sees Wang slumped on the corner with his head on the bottom turnbuckle..."

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott starts stomping Little Wang's head into the bottom turnbuckle! The champ is angry and he's really getting payback for Wang's sneaky attacks. Melchiott stops just as the ref is regaining consciousness. Little Wang's face is covered in blood. I think Melchiott broke his nose with those stomps."

Brad Blood: "Daaaaaaaaaamn, those stomps were BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-TAL~! Wang is all limp from repeated those strikes!"

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott grabs Little Wang and hoist him over his shoulders! Fireman's carry gutbuster! I think he just broke Wang in half! Wang is twitching on the canvas but Melchiott is still not done with him! Standing shooting star press by Hotspur connects! Melchiott goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "How the hell did Wang get his shoulders up?! Even Alexander looks shocked! Wang just won't stay down! Wang is slowly rising back up as the crowd cheers for him... Wang is standing erect!"

Crowd: "WANG! WANG! WANG!"

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott now has a look of awe and respect in his eyes, I think he is also starting to recognize Little Wang for his skill and tenacity in the ring. Wang screams loudly and charges towards Melchiott. Melchiott with a spinning kick but Wang ducks under it! Wang off the ropes... Springboard hurrricanrana sends the champ flying!"

Crowd: "WANG! WANG! WANG!"

Brad Blood: "The crowd is clearly behind the midget as he ramps up for his final attack!"

Jim Jackson: "Little Wang climbs up to the top of the ring post and leaps tucking his knees to chest, he executes a 360 flip in mid-air... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT WITH AN UPPERCUT CATCHES WANG IN MID-AIR! Alexander Melchiott crosses the arms of Little Wang 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 Little Wang's neck while also pulling on his arms to maximize the pressure. MOONLIGHT GOODNIGHT! MOONLIGHT GOODNIGHT IS LOCKED IN! Wang is trapped with nowhere to go!"

Brad Blood: "The ref looks over to check on Wang... WAIT THE REF IS RAISING HIS ARMS IN AN "X" AND CALLING FOR THE BELL! WANG IS OUT! WANG HAS PASSED OUT!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by submission and STILL ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION... Hotspur, ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

Jim Jackson: "What a battle! Who would have thought that Little Wang would give Alexander Melchiott a run for his money! Melchiott is calling for the doctor to check on Wang. He looks concerned. Wang is regaining consciousness! Melchiott helps Wang to his feet... Melchiott is clapping! He's applauding Wang for the effort he put in this match. The crowd is on their feet applauding with the VGM! Wang is shedding a tear!"

Brad Blood: "Respect! That little midget has earned it."



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Re: Chaos Supreme 07/26/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jul 27, 2015 5:31 am



The camera opens up to show the exterior of a KFC. After a star wipe, it shows the interior of said restaurant and crying can be heard. The camera moves around to a booth and zooms in on The Northern Kings. Allister is sobbing while eating a big bucket of chicken.

Allister King: "What's the point in living anymore? We are all living in a doomed existence when nothing you do will leave any significant make in history. You never know when you're gonna go and there is absolutely no fucking way you can ever hope to avoid it."

He continues to cry and eat fried chicken. Mmmmm fried chicken

Samantha King: "Lighten up. I know you are upset about the big guy passing but you have to understand, he was morbidly obese. You should have known this day would come. His heart was clogged more than his toilet. His cholesterol was near hitting quadruple digits. It was only a matter of time before he kicked the bucket. Surprised that bucket wasn't full of food."

Shadow Callahan: "Sam!.....Too soon!"

Allister cries louder and begins to cradle the bucket of chicken while continuing to eat.

Allister King: "It's all over when the fat lady sings!"

Samantha King: "He was a guy!"

Allister King: "Fuck up! He had bigger tits than you!"

The camera changes to show this before fading to black.








Standing backstage enveloped within a cloak of fury and hate stands the king of all predators, Thaddeus Rex.  He intently stares towards the camera as he delivers his message to none other than Allister King.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Allister King!  Two weeks ago you ran away and thus denied me of my vengeance, yet today fate has played its ironic hand and we shall be partners in this 5 on 5 elimination match wherein the winning team shall then battle amongst themselves until only one stands, where the winner gets a shot at the RoC World title...  MY ROC WORLD TITLE!  The same title unjustly stripped off me by management for something that I did not do.  I took the blame for something that you are responsible for Allister..."

T-Rex clenches his fists as he tries to keep his composure.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Worry not Allister you sorry sack of shit, I see tonight as an opportunity to hit two birds with one stone.  One is to get a chance to regain a title that I should have never lost and two...  TWO...  Is to finally get my hands around your neck...  You can breathe easy for the 5 on 5 elimination part of the match, for I shall keep myself in check...  But once we beat that other team...  Well...   That is another story...  There will be no escape Allister...  You shall face my retribution, you shall face my fury...  You shall know what it's like to be consumed by the king of predators...  T-REX."

With that Thaddeus Rex walks away as the scene fades to black.






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Jim Jackson:  "Here we are with part one of the main event!  A 5 versus 5 survivor tag team match between two teams that our new vice-general manager Alexander Melchiott put together, teams which have a huge probability of imploding on themselves because their respective members are in some form of feuds with each other.  The irony is they have to work together if they are to advance to the second part of this night's match wherein the remaining members of the respective teams will battle each other for a contender's spot for the RoC World Title."

Brad Blood:  "Well it will be interesting to see what will happen tonight, it can end up glorious or end up being a clusterfuck..."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a 5 vs 5 survivor series tag team match!  Introducing first the team of ALLISTER KING, NICOLAS DORN, RAFIK ARFAH, SHADOW CALLAHAN AND THADDEUS REX!"

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.

"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.

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

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


Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, the team of BOY BAKLA, COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB, CRUSADE, EL LOCO AND FELIPE SHIDO!"

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.

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.

"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 seems Rafik Arfah and El Loco will be starting off for their respective teams.  Arfah and Loco start trading punches, Loco gets the better of the trade and is now sending Arfah to the ropes...  Irish whip by Loco, Arfah bounces back on the ropes and ducks below Loco's clothesline attempt, Arfah bounces off the ropes...  Loco goes for a back body drop but Arfah leaps over him!  Arfah bounces back a third time...  Loco takes him down this time with a corkscrew scissor kick!  Arfah quickly rolls back to his feet, Loco comes charging in and takes him down with a clothesline!  El Loco jumps onto the turnbuckle and leaps doing a flip...   ARFAH GET HIS KNEES UP AND COUNTERS THE FIVE STAR SPLASH!  Arfah for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Only a two count!  Loco got his shoulders up before three.  Arfah playing it smart drags him to their corner and tags in Nicolas!  WHAAAAAAAA?!  Of all the people to tag in...  Why him?!"

Jim Jackson:  "Nicolas Dorn grabs El Loco and lifts him up on his shoulders...  Samoan drop!  Dorn with an elbow drop connects!  Dorn goes for the cover...  Loco has his leg on the bottom rope and the ref sees it!  Dorn drags Loco and picks him up...  Loco slips free and leaps to their corner!  He tags in his partner Felipe Shido!  Shido with a dropkick...  Dorn is sent reeling to the ropes but quickly retaliates with a lariat!  Shido gets back to his feet...  Big boot by Dorn connects!  With his opponent down, Nicolas Dorn runs to the ropes and bounces off of them before haggardly stumbling towards Felipe Shido.  After taking a moment to catch a breath, Nicolas Dorn drops an elbow down onto Felipe Shido's heart.  DORN'S ELBOW~!  The crowd goes wild at the classic signature move!"

Brad Blood:  "What an assault from Nicolas, but it looks like he's out of breath after that brief burst...  Nicolas stumbles to their corner and tags in T-Rex!  T-Rex lunges into the ring..."

Jim Jackson:  "Felipe Shido is just rising to his feet...  He doesn't see Thaddeus Rex...  SPEAR!  T-Rex just speared Shido!  Shido looks hurt...  He slowly rises to his feet...  Rex slowly stalks him...  Shido tries to throw a punch but T-Rex catches his arm, Shidot throws a punch with his other arm...  T-Rex also catches it!  Thaddeus Rex holds both the opponent's arms under his own, and delivers a series of headbutts to his opponent, who is unable to counter executing an Unbridled Ferocity!  Shido stumbles around hurt...  Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him/her 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!  T-Rex hooks the leg!"

Brad Blood:  "El Loco slips in to try and break the leg hook...  Rafik enters and intercepts him!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two! Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Rafik throws Loco through the ropes and the ref sends Rafik back to the apron!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Felipe Shido has been eliminated!"

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade enters the ring for their team, now it's 5 versus 4...  Thaddeus Rex tags in Nicolas Dorn!  Crusade off the ropes and connects with a springboard back elbow!  Dorn reels backwards, Crusade with an enzuigiri and Dorn goes down!  Dorn slowly rises to his feet...  Crusade hits Nicolas Dorn with a low dropkick to the knee! Before Nicolas Dorn can get up Crusade steps up onto Nicolas Dorn's knee and delivers an axe kick directly to Nicolas Dorn's forehead!  GENESIS!  GENESIS CONNECTS!  Crusade for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Nicolas gets a shoulder up at two!  But look at him!  He's wheezing like crazy!  Nicolas tries to crawl to their corner for a tag...  Crusade grabs his leg and drags him back into the middle of the ring!  Looks like Crusade is going for a submission..."

Jim Jackson:  "That he is!  Crusade locks in a sharpshooter!  Nicolas Dorn screams in pain!  Will he tap?  Wait!  Dorn somehow is crawling towards the ropes...  Crusade sees it and tries to transition it to a crossface...  No!  Dorn is able to defend against the crossface and slips free!  Crusade tries to grab Dorn...  Uppercut from nowhere!  Dorn goes for the tag...  He tags in Shadow Callahan!  Callahan charges in...  He nearly takes Crusade's head off with a clothesline!  Crusade staggers to his feet...  Shadow Callahan charges towards Crusade and kicks him in the face with a big boot!  Callahan hits his signature maneuver Dullahan!  Crusade tries to get back up...  Shadow Callahan kicks Crusade in the gut forcing them to their knees. He grabs Crusade by the head. Shadow Callahan places it between his legs before lifting up for a powerbomb. Shadow Callahan lets out a primal scream before viciously throwing Crusade to the mat neck first. He places his foot on their chest for a pin attempt.  Colton Charles Cai Cobb tries to enter to save his partner..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

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

Brad Blood:  "No!  He's too late!  C4 was too slow!  Now it's 5 against 3...  Man they are getting whittled down!  Looks like there's some arguing on the losing side's corner...  El Loco once again enters the ring!  Shadow tags in his partner Allister!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King charges towards El Loco...  King slips and falls right into Loco's knee face first!  The King of Fools clutches his face and rolls on the ground...  Loco comes in for the kill...  King quickly rolls him up in a small package but he manages to kick out!  Talk about playing possum.  Dropkick by Loco sends King to the ropes...  Bulldog by Loco plants King to the canvas!  El Loco off the ropes...  Springboard moonsault!   Pin attempt..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Allister gets a shoulder up at two!  He tries to go for a tag...  El Loco grabs his leg...  Allister kicks free!  Allister scampers through in between El Loco's legs...  He leaps and tags in Rafik!  The terrorist enters the ring again!"

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah bursts into the ring but El Loco takes him down with a well-timed dropkick!  Loco picks Arfah up...  Side suplex!  Arfah staggers back up to his feet...  Loco goes for a hip toss, Arfah blocks it and counters with a hip toss of his own!  Rafik Arfah leaps off the ropes and connects with a springboard clothesline on El Loco!  Loco staggers back to his feet...  Rafik Arfah charges in and nearly takes El Loco's head off with a lariat!  Rafik Arfah climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps connecting with a diving elbow drop!  Arfah charges towards the corner...  Dropkick knocks both Boy Bakla and Colton Charles Cai Cobb off the apron!   Arfah turns his attention back to Loco...  Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders and slams him face first into his knee!  KENTA USED IT FIRST!  Arfah for the three count."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, El Loco has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood:  "Oh great now it's 5 against 2!  Things don't look good for Bakla and C4...  Seriously unless they pull something out of their asses, they are as good as gone.  Rafik and company are so confident now Rafik tags in Nicolas!  REALLY?!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla enters the ring and faces off against Nicolas Dorn...  Dorn throws a couple of punches but Bakla manages to dodge all of them.  Bakla with knee to the gut stops Dorn...  Stungun by Bakla!  Dorn is down!  Bakla grabs Dorn and goes for a suplex attempt...  Blocked by Dorn!  Dorn lifts Bakla up and body slams him to the canvas!  Bakla gets back up...  Nicolas Dorn locks in a sleeper hold!  Dorn's Sleep!  Dorn's Sleep is locked in!  Wait!  Bakla counters it with a jawbreaker!  Atomic drop by Bakla!  Dorn howls in pain!  Boy Bakla grabs its opponent's hair and pulls it hard executing a horrible Bad Hair Day.  That gets a warning from the referee!  Bakla grabs Dorn's leg...  Single leg Boston crab!   Dorn screams as he tries to get to the ropes...  Dorn makes it!  Bakla lets go.  Dorn staggers back to his feet...  Bakla with a double knee backbreaker!  Dorn is hurt!  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!  Rafik Arfah enters the ring but Colton Charles Cai Cobb this time makes it and takes him down with a clothesline!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Nicolas Dorn has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood:  "Yay!  They eliminated the dead weight!  Not like it will make much of a difference...  Shadow steps into the ring now and Bakla tags in Colton who will be seeing action the first time tonight!   Both men lock arms...  Look like it's gonna be a grappling contest!"

Jim Jackson:  "Colton Charles Cai Cobb starts pushing Shadow Callahan back...  Cobb slips behind Callahan!  German suplex!  Callahan hits the canvas hard!  C4 with a running knee...  He catches Callahan on the side of the head!  C4 goes for a camel clutch...  Callahan powers out of it and rolls away!  C4 charges towards Callahan...  The Dullahan stops him with an uppercut from out of nowhere!  Callahan with an Irish whip sends The Charismatic Crippler to the ropes...  Back body drop sends C4 flying!  Shadow Callahan kicks Colton Charles Cai Cobb in the gut forcing them to their knees. He grabs Colton Charles Cai Cobb by the head. Shadow Callahan places them between his legs...  No!  Cobb counters it grabbing Callahan's leg and locking in an ankle lock!  Callahan tries to go for the ropes!  Cobb pulls him back!  Callahan tries to kick free...   He has little success as C4 continues to twist away!  Callahan tries to lunge for the ropes...  He makes it!  C4 releases his hold!  Callahan staggers to his feet...  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!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow is in trouble there!  Wait Allister looks like he's going in to help his partner...  But he trips on T-Rex's foot!  Shadow gives up!  Shadow is out!  It's now 3 on 2!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Shadow Callahan has been eliminated!"

Jim Jackson:  "Looks like Allister King is having some words with T-Rex, T-Rex is shrugging his shoulders...  Boy Bakla is tagged in by his partner as Rafik Arfah enters the ring, these two have been at each others' throat for a while now...  It will be interesting to see how this fight will go.  Bakla with a series of jabs keeps Arfah at bay.  Arfah tries to shoot for the legs but Bakla counters with a big knee to the face!  Arfah staggers back...  Axe kick by Bakla sends Arfah to the canvas!  Bakla off the ropes...  Springboard double leg drop!  Irish whip by Bakla sends Arfah to the corner back first...  Arfah slumps to the canvas...  Bakla charges in...  Broncobuster!  Bakla just rode Arfah's face!  Bakla goes high risk...  Frogsplash...  NO!  Arfah rolls away at the last second!  Bakla hits nothing but canvas!  Arfah with a kick to the side of Bakla's head!  Arfah goes for a submission...  STF!  STF is locked in but Bakla manages to get to the ropes!  Arfah releases his hold...  Bakla rises up, Arfah goes for a headlock...  Bakla manages to get free by shoving Arfah to the ropes!  Arfah bounces back into a spinebuster!   Bakla for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Rafik kicks out at two!  Bakla goes in for the kill...  Wait, what's Rafik doing?  Did he...  Rafik just pulled out a roll of quarters from his boots!  HE CLOCKS BAKLA!  The referee doesn't see it!  Rafik hooks the leg!  Colton tries to break the three count but is again too slow!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

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

Jim Jackson:  "Colton Charles Cai Cobb is now the last man standing in his team and Rafik quickly scampers away!  He tags in Allister King!  King tries to run away from Cobb but Cobb catches him from behind...  Belly to back suplex!  King tries to get back up...  Irish whip sends him crashing to the corner!  C4 charges in and crushes him with a big body avalanche!  C4 starts bombarding King with a barrage of punches in the corner...  Irish whip by C4 sends The King of Fools crashing to the opposite corner...  Cobb charges in again...  Running big boot connects!  King falls to the canvas!  Colton Charles Cai Cobb puts his opponent in a front facelock, he then hooks his tights, and lifts him up vertically.  Colton Charles Cai Cobb then jumps up and falls on to his back so that the opponent lands on his/her head executing a Detonator.  King is not moving at all!  Cobb for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr...!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister manages to get a shoulder up and hang in there!  Cobb has Allister on his shoulders...  Allister manages to grab on to the top rope and slip free!  Allister traverses the apron and leaps...  He tags Rafik on the shoulders before falling off the apron!"

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah enters the ring not pleased at Allister King's tag.  He faces off with The Charismatic Crippler...  Arfah ducks below a big right by C4, he turns around but gets clocked by a left cross!  Arfah staggers to the ropes and back into C4's arms...  Double underhook suplex!  Arfah hits the canvas hard!  Arfah staggers to his feet...  C4 catches him and hits a scoop slam!  Arfah is getting pummeled...  Arfah pulls himself up on the ropes...  C4 grabs him and plants him with a DDT!  Cobb goes for a figure four leglock...  Arfah somehow escapes the hold and tags in Thaddeus Rex!   Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him/her 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.  C4 is down!  T-Rex for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "Oh man!  This could be it!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Colton Charles Cai Cobb has been eliminated!  The winner of this match and advancing to the next round, ALLISTER KING, RAFIK ARFAH AND THADDEUS REX!"

Jim Jackson:  "With that Allister King, Rafik Arfah and Thaddeus Rex will be facing each other shortly in a three-way elimination match wherein the winner shall get a title shot next week against Johnny Fortune and Ray Kamaura for the RoC World Title!"

Brad Blood:  "Ooh, I can't wait...  The next match will be interesting...  From the looks of it, it seems that T-Rex looks the freshest of the three...  He'll definitely have an advantage coming into the next fight..."






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Jim Jackson:  "With the survivor series over, the remaining team still has 3 members in them and now Allister King, Rafik Arfah and Thaddeus Rex will be battling each other in an elimination match wherein the winner gets a shot at the title!"

Brad Blood:  "Well the winner will certainly have his hands full because after this, Johnny Fortune and Ray Kamaura stands in his way."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a three-way elimination match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing in at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The King of Fools, The Jester of the Ring, he is one half of the RoC Tag Team Champions...  ALLISTER KING!"

Allister King nervously paces in the ring looking at his opponents, specifically Thaddeus Rex.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel, Mr.Shitpost, Shit Lord, The Supremacist...  RAFIK ARFAH!"

Rafik Arfah stretches in the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi:  "And introducing last, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York, T-Rex...  THADDEUS REX!"

Thaddeus Rex looks hungrily towards Allister King, ready to pounce once the bell rings.

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!  Thaddeus Rex lunges towards The Jester of the Ring!  Allister King bolts and unintentionally runs towards Rafik Arfah!  Rafik Arfah takes Allister King down with a lariat!  Arfah gets out of the way as T-Rex catches up with King.  Irish whip sends The King of Fools towards the ropes...  King bounces back towards T-Rex...  SPINEBUSTER!  King is down!  Arfah blindsides T-Rex from the side!  Rex shakes it off and attacks Arfah with big shots!   The Supremacist is backed up to the ropes...  Rex charges in... Arfah pulls the top rope down and T-Rex goes over!  Rafik Arfah goes for Allister King and hits him with a springboard clothesline!   King tries to get up...  Irish whip by Arfah but King reverses it!  Arfah smacks into the referee!  King rolls Arfah up but the ref is down!"

Brad Blood:  "Ooh!  Tough break for Allister!  That could have been a three there.  Rafik kicks out!  He shoves Allister to the ropes...  Rafik charges in...  Allister ducks out of the way!  WAIT!  IT'S BOY BAKLA WITH A STEEL CHAIR!"

WHACK!!!

Brad Blood:  "AND THE TRANNY CLOCKS RAFIK ON THE HEAD!  RAFIK IS DOWN!  Allister goes for the cover just as the ref regains his bearings!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Rafik Arfah has been eliminated!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla just cost Rafik Arfah his title shot!  She got her revenge for the cheapshot earlier!  Allister King gets back up on his feet and turns around...  Big right hook from Thaddeus Rex right on the jaw!  King is seeing stars! DDT by T-Rex!  Rex starts to slam King's head unto the mat!  Big kick to the midsection by T-Rex.  He picks The King of Fools up and hoist him over his shoulders...  Alabama slam!  That rocked the ring!  T-Rex is not done, he wants to punish King some more...  Irish whip sends King slamming into the turnbuckles!  Stiff clothesline into the turnbuckles and King slumps down with his back to the corner...  T-Rex starts stomping away viciously at King's head!"

Brad Blood:  "Well T-Rex has been wanting to get his hands on Allister for a while now, Allister has mostly escaped his clutches but tonight...  Allister has nowhere to run.  Being arrested for drug charges that is more or less Allister's fault, well Thaddeus will certainly want some payback."

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex drags The Jester of the Ring back to the center of the squared circle...  He lifts Allister King up for a powerbomb...  King in an act of desperation starts raining shots down T-Rex's head!  King leaps over T-Rex and stumbles to the ropes...  Rex charges towards King with a clothesline!  BOTH MEN FALL OUTSIDE!  T-Rex gets back to his feet first...  Irish whip sends King crashing into the steel steps!  T-Rex menacingly approaches King...  The King of fools with a leg trip sends Rex falling into the steel steps!  T-Rex's head bounces off the steps as King scampers away!  King somehow pulls himself back into the ring as the referee begins the ten count!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister is able to get some time to recover...  Wait I spoke too soon...  T-Rex shakes off the stars circling his head, he stumbles towards the apron and pulls himself up...  He's about to enter the ring...  Allister comes in and attacks T-Rex!"

Jim Jackson:  "A big knee by The King of Fools stuns Thaddeus Rex!  T-Rex hangs precariously bended over the second rope... Rex tries to shake off the cobwebs...  Allister King lunges forward and hits the Hadoukick on Thaddeus Rex's head!   Springboard legdrop by King finds its target!  Look like King has started to turn things around!  T-Rex staggers to his feet...  Allister King grabs Thaddeus Rex's shoulders from behind and brings him down back first into his knees!  He hits his signature maneuver It's Dangerous to go Alone! Take This!  T-Rex is down!  King hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "T-Rex kicks out!  Allister thought that could have gotten him the three but it seems that Thaddeus is tougher than he thought.   Allister knows he must put T-Rex away now, if he allows him to recover, it may not end well for him...  It looks like he's going to go high risk...   He makes his way to the top turnbuckle..."

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King with a senton splash...  No!  Thaddeus Rex rolls away at the last second!  King hits nothing but canvas!  T-Rex pulls himself up and grabs King...  Irish whip sends King slamming to the opposite corner...  King staggers to his feet...  Three-point stance charge by T-Rex almost knocked all of King's teeth out!  T-Rex picks King up...  Piledriver!  He drills King's head into the canvas!  King is twitching on the mat...  Thaddeus Rex approaches his opponent who is lying facing down. He grabs his opponent's arms, and pulls it to his opponent's back. Thaddeus Rex then rolls or flips forward into a bridge, applying pressure on the wrist and elbow executing a Grounding the Prey.  T-Rex locks in his signature submission maneuver!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister is screaming in pain, he tries to reach for the ropes but is a few inches short!  Allister tries desperately to make his way closer to his salvation...  The ropes are almost within reach...  Allister with one final lunge...  He makes it!  But T-Rex is not letting go!  Thaddeus keeps the hold!  The ref begins to count!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "T-Rex releases the hold just short of a being disqualified, but the damage has been done.  The Jester of the Ring clutches his arm in pain...   Thaddeus Rex picks Allister King up on his shoulders...  Body slam!  Fist drop right on King's head.  T-Rex picks King up and hits a backbreaker!  King is in pain rolling on the canvas...  T-Rex with an Irish whip sends The King of Fools to the ropes...  Discus clothesline by Rex...  King ducks under it and hits the ropes...  King holds on the top rope and stops himself from bouncing back!  Rex charges in...  King pulls the top rope down!  T-Rex puts on the brakes!  King releases the ropes and the top rope bounces up catching Rex on the chin!  Enzuigiri by King sends T-Rex over the top rope!  Rex crashes outside!  King climbs up to the top turnbuckle...  He's going to fly outside..."

Brad Blood:  "ALLISTER SLIPS!  HE FALLS HEADFIRST RIGHT INTO T-REX'S HEAD!  BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!  BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Holy shit indeed!  Allister just knocked himself and T-Rex out with that botched move...  The referee is beginning the ten count!  We may see a double count out here..."

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

Jim Jackson:  "Five and both men are still down...  Looks like both men are beginning to stir...  Thaddeus Rex is crawling towards the steel barricades while Allister is crawling towards the ring apron..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "Six!"

Jim Jackson:  "Both men pull themselves up, and I think both of them are busted open from the accidental headbutt!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Seven!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister pulls himself back into the ring!  T-Rex staggers to the ring apron!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Eight!"

Brad Blood:  "Thaddeus pulls himself up the apron...   This is gonna be a close call..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "Nine!"

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex makes it to the ring just before the count of ten!  T-Rex pulls himself up using the ropes, Allister King is seated on the opposite side of the ring...  He also pulls himself up...  Both wrestlers take some time to compose themselves then suddenly charge towards each other...  Wait!  The King of Fools put on the brakes and runs away just as T-Rex tries to grab him.  Rex gives chase but King eludes his grasp!  King off the ropes with a springboard crossbody...  REX INTERCEPTS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT IN MID-AIR!  King crashes into the canvas!  King tries to get back to his feet...  Thaddeus Rex holds both the opponent's arms under his own, and delivers a series of headbutts to his opponent, who is unable to counter executing an Unbridled Ferocity!"

Brad Blood:  "Not a smart move by Thaddeus...  Now both men's head injury are opened up more!  They are gushing like fountains as they both stagger around like my alcoholic granny on a Thursday night.  T-Rex tries to shake it off splattering more blood on the canvas...  He grabs Allister...  Allister tries to break away..."

Jim Jackson:  "Tiger suplex by T-Rex!  Allister King hits the canvas hard!  Thaddeus Rex wipes the blood from his brows and grabs King...  Rear-naked choke!  He has The King of Fools in a submission maneuver!   He's trying to cut off King's air supply.  Wait! King has his chin down, Rex doesn't have the move locked in yet...  King tries to grab hold of the ropes while his other hand is pulling on Rex's forearm...  King makes it!  The ref breaks the hold!  T-Rex charges forward to continue his assault...  Bionic elbow by King!  That knocked Rex to his knees!  Shining wizard by King!  T-Rex is down!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Almost there but not quite!  T-Rex gets his shoulder up short of the count of three!  Allister is breathing heavily, he doesn't have much left in the tank.  Then again neither does Thaddeus...  Both men are really at the end of their ropes...  This match can tip either way..."

Jim Jackson:  "And right now it's tipping towards Allister King...  King is climbing up to the top turnbuckle...  Not hindered by the accident that happened earlier, King is still willing to take that risk to put Thaddeus Rex away...  Wait!  Somehow T-Rex is up on his feet, he goes after King!  Stiff forearms connect on King's spine...  Thaddeus Rex grabs King...  Back superplex from the top rope...  KING HITS THE CANVAS!!!  I think he broke King in half!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "I-I think he's dead Jim!  Oh wait is that Allister's foot twitching?!  That back superplex also took a lot out of T-Rex...  Thaddeus crawls towards Allister...  He goes for the cover!  Is this it?"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Allister against all odds still manages to get a shoulder up!   The crowd is so pumped up!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Well, he may be a joke these days but in his heyday Allister King was actually a great wrestler, before the drugs and booze, he was one of the sharpest and toughest sonnuvabitch around.  Thaddeus Rex picks King up...  Stiff lariat  takes him down!  King crawls to the ropes...  T-Rex grabs his hair and pulls him over...  He tries to lift King up for a powerslam but King somehow slips free and land behind him!  King throws a punch, blocked by T-Rex!  Uppercut by Rex sends King reeling...  T-Rex starts throwing hard punches King barely gets his arms up in time to block them but he is still getting pushed back!  The King of Fools has been backed to the ropes!  T-Rex with a series of chops!"

Crowd:  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Brad Blood:  "This is it, the final leg...  I can smell it.  It's only a matter of time before it all ends!  Will it be Allister or T-Rex standing when the bell rings?"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King's chest is lighting up like a ripe tomato!  Thaddeus Rex goes for one final chop...   King blocks it!  Reversal!  King hits his own chops at T-Rex!"

Crowd:  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King with a low dropkick to T-Rex's knee!  Thaddeus Rex goes down!  Wait!  He's clutching his leg!  Thaddeus Rex crouches down and pretends to be hurt, his back facing against the referee.  He carefully slips a pair of brass knuckles from his boots and waits for his opponent to move in for an attack.  When his opponent comes within range he suddenly attacks with an uppercut, bringing the brass knuckles up to his opponent's chin instantly knocking him out.  He then quickly disposes the brass knuckles executing a devastating Ambush!    King is down!  King is down!  T-Rex goes for the cover..."

Brad Blood:  "WAIT THE REFEREE IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!  HE SAW THE WHOLE THING!  HE'S DISQUALIFYING T-REX!!!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by disqualification...  The King of Fools, The Jester of the Ring...  ALLISTER KING!"

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex is furious!  It's his own fault for trying to cheat but he's fuming!  OH MY GOD!  THADDEUS REX JUST SPEARED ALLISTER KING AS THE REFEREE IS RAISING HIS ARMS!  T-Rex mounts King and proceeds to hammer down with both fists until his opponent is beaten to unconsciousness executing an extremely violent Rampage!   Shadow Callahan rushes into the ring and pulls T-Rex off his partner...  Rex catches him with a big uppercut!  SPEAR!!!  T-REX JUST SPEARED CALLAHAN!  Rex lifts Callahan up...  HE POWERBOMBED CALLAHAN OVER THE TOP ROPE INTO THE OUTSIDE!  T-REX HAS LOST IT!  SECURITY HAS POURED INTO THE RING AND IS RESTRAINING T-REX!"

Brad Blood:  "EMTs have rushed to ringside to check up on The Northern Kings!  T-Rex is being escorted out!  Man!  What carnage!  What brutality!  What awesomeness!  This is how you end a fight!"






Jim Jackson:  "What a night!  What a show!  A fitting tribute for the big man!  Other than Thaddeus Rex's actions, this show was a great tribute for THe Morbidly Obese Man."

Brad Blood:  "You got that right, we had one helluva show tonight and next show, it can only get better.  But seriously, can Allister still fight in two weeks after the beating from T-Rex's hands tonight?"

Jim Jackson:  "Well we'll find out in the next show...  Unfortunately that's all the time we have for tonight, until next time...  Good fight and good night!"



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