Chaos Supreme 08/09/2015

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Chaos Supreme 08/09/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 10, 2015 4:07 am



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Jim Jackson: "This week's dark match features the magus Lokii Weaver going up against the lovable underdog Joe Jobber. It wasn't that long ago that joe managed to escape with the W but will lightning strike twice tonight."

Brad Blood: "I doubt it. Lokii will be the one who leaves jobber lying in a puddle of his own urine. I mean it's joe jobber. He has jobber in his name."

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 200 pounds, hailing from Nowhere, Oklahoma... JOE JOBBER!"

Beck's "Loser" starts playing on the loud speakers as Joe Jobber leaps forth from the entrance tunnel and runs down the ramp waving towards the fans as they wonder who the hell he is. He excitedly leaps into the ring and heads to his corner waiting for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 56 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from Whitchurch, Hampshire, England, "The Magus"... LOKII WEAVER!"

"Journey of the Sorcerer" by The Eagles begins playing throughout the arena, followed by the jumbotron coming to life with a video of space: stars and infinite darkness included. Lokii Weaver appears at the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. He glances around the arena before setting his sights on the ring and making his way down the ramp. He climbs the metal steps before stepping into the ring.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Lokii win a straight right to the jaw of Joe just before the bell was rung but the referee is going to let it slide. Forearm to the face knocks him groggy. Weaver picks him up and tosses him half way across the ring with a fallaway slam."

Brad Blood: "The magus unleashes a series of stomps to the chest of JJ. He quickly picks up back up off the mat and hits a vicious neckbreaker. He hooks the leg for the pin."

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

Jim Jackson: "Two and a half count. Lokii stalks Joe as he gets to his knees. But Jobber fights back with an elbow to the face. He goes for a springboard back elbow but is caught in mid air and thrown to the ground with a full nelson slam. He tries for the win."

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

Brad Blood: "The Magus is getting frustrated. He lifts Joe back to his feet and hits a wicked flapjack. He signalling for the end! Weaver climbs to the top of a turnbuckle, awaiting his stunned opponent to make it back to their feet, then leaps, driving his shoulder into his opponent's midsection! False Cut! Cover!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Here is your winner by way of Pinfall..."The Magus" LOKII WEAVER!!"

Jim Jackson: "Weaver showed that he is back with a vengeance. Maybe Jobber's last victory was a fluke after all."

Brad Blood: "Of course it was. He sucks at everything he does. But that doesn't take away from the dominating performance of Lokii. Will he reignite or simply fade back into the realms of obscurity. Only time will tell."








Jim Jackson:  "Good evening and welcome to another great evening here in Ring of Chaos!  Tonight's Chaos Supreme has the a main event everyone is waiting for, a triple threat match to crown a new RoC World Champion after the untimely passing of The Morbidly Obese Man.  But we also have our vice-general manager Alexander Melchiott defending the RoC Lightweight title agains Nao Fook Yu!  Joining me here on commentary is Brad Blood."

Brad Blood:  "That's right Jimbo, don't also forget, we have the terrorist going against the tranny and of course a tag team match to decide who will be the number one contenders for the tag team titles!"

Jim Jackson:  "We certainly have a full card tonight Brad so what are we waiting for?  It's time for Chaos to reign supreme!"






Cher's "Believe" starts playing on the loud speakers while a PINK! light show begins flashing on top of the entrance ramp.  Boy Bakla bursts forth from the entrance tunnel blowing kisses to the fans, she starts dancing down the ramp while lip-syncing to the music.  She leaps to the ring apron and seductively enters the ring shimmying her ass as she squeezes through the ropes.  The crowd starts chanting her name in support as she enters the ring.  Bakla then waits for the crowd to settle down before she begins to speak.

Boy Bakla:  "Two weeks ago I was given an opportunity by our new vice-general manager Alexander Melchiott...  An opportunity to fight for a chance to win the RoC World Title.  The same title that my friend The Morbidly Obese Man won before his untimely passing, but that same opportunity was robbed from me by a dog named Rafik Arfah!  Now if you all would review the video..."

Boy Bakla points to the big screen as a replay from two weeks ago begins to play...


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!"


The video ends and Bakla again addresses the crowd.

Boy Bakla:  "As you all saw, I was screwed out of my chance for the title...  Now I enjoy screwing around every now and then but I do that inside the bedroom."

That garnered a few laughs from the crowd.

Boy Bakla:  "Seriously though, I was screwed out of my chance but as you all also saw, this bitch is not one to roll over, in fact I returned the favor to our dear Rafik!"

Again Boy Bakla points at the big screen and another replay begins to play for the crowd.


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!"


The replay ends and Bakla continues on with her speech...

Boy Bakla:  "Now I bit back after being bitten by that dog Rafik, but if you think that this is over?  You're damn wrong!  This is far from over.  Rafik Arfah has been a pain in my ass for a while now, just like an annoying untamed pup that just keeps peeing all over the place.  Well it's time I tamed this little puppy and put him in his place.  Rafik needs to be neutered, and tonight I will get the chance to do it.  Your balls are mine Rafik and there's nothing you can do that will keep them from me."

With that Bakla drops the mic and exits the ring as her music begins to play again.






Rafik Arfah makes his route to the ring. He walks slow. He feels heavy. It's obvious that dude is pissed.

Rafik Arfah: "Mic."

A staff member gives him a mic.

Rafik Arfah: "Folks, it appears I am stuck in a rut. I keep getting screwed by a nasty tranny semen whore Bailey Jay wannabe. So at the last show we had a classic match. 5 VS. 5 match. I was part of the All-Star team. It was great. I got a respectable amount of eliminations."

A portion of the crowd cheers Rafik.

Rafik Arfah: "And I also eliminated you, Bukkakela. Was it because I "cheated"? Fuck yeah, bitch! Lie, cheat and steal, dog. Viva La Raza!"

He does the EG taunt.

Rafik Arfah: "I took a page from Mountie. Are you missing a few teeth, Kid? Good thing I keep quarters."

He smiles.

Rafik Arfah: "Not like you haven't done the same, hypocrite parasite. Anyway, it was all going great until I made it into the triple threat part. I had another legit shot to get close to the gold. But once again, the cunt screws me. Well, I expected that. I said that if you screw me there will be vengeance. I plan on executing it. When the time comes. So be cautious. As for tonight, I will do what I usually do.. kick your ass. I will be prepared for bullshit. But eventually this song and dance will have to end. And I am damn sure planning on ending it on a high note. So let's get ready for the next episode."

Rafik Arfah waits for the match to start.





He'd already left.

Lokii Weaver, suited up as always, stood idly in familiar hallways. Weaver ran his free hand through his hair, then took an exaggerated glance toward the bundle of papers he was holding under his arm, Weaver sighed... Almost begging for dialogue. Or, more likely, the opportunity to speak. All the same, he got his wish.


???: "This is the part where you knock on the door, boss. Or did you wake me this morning at three so we could get here FAR before anyone was even around for nothing?"

The amazonian sized woman, standing inches taller and broader than lanky-old Lokii Weaver, was close at hand. And from the rings under her eyes, along with the frustrated tone, it was quite clear that she was grumpy. But Weaver was undettered by that. After all, she just gave him what he wanted. And his smile showed it.

Lokii Weaver: "Well now Charlotte, don't go arse over elbow here. I mean, surely I wasn't alone in observing the roster upon their arrival, now was I?"

Not waiting for Charlotte to respond past the borderline insulted look on her face, Weaver took a long step with a flourish to begin pacing.

Lokii Weaver: "I'd already left here, don't forget. I must say... There has never really been much promise here. Past a few exceptions , one of whom is now newly deceased, this place has always been full of whiny little dimwits who could barely wrestle. That said, they were all crazy, so they still got along, but now... Now this place is in bleedin' shambles! Lee Morrison up and stopped making good decisions for awhile, and now everyone, everywhere, has him by his goolies."

Still smiling, Weaver put a stop to his pacing in order to let out a barking laugh. Which was fortunate, because that meant that half of the people in the hallway had something to laugh about. Charlotte, on the other hand, was having a bit of difficulty not taking her own bundle of paper and throwing it at the nearest brit.

Charlotte Sable: "... Then why are we here!? All you've said about this place is how great an opportunity it is, and now this? Yes, boss, I was sure to keep an eye on every soul to arrive here and I am not impressed with the 'whiny little dimwits' who showed up. I mean, it's just..."

Charlotte paused to take a breath, willing herself to calm down. No sense in losing her temper over minor annoyances. Even the constant ones.

Charlotte Sable:" It's just that, we could be literally anywhere else in the world right now. Why here? What is so special about a federation that is inches away from closing it's doors as opposed to, say, wrestling in the Carribeans and drinking coconut milk in between, huh?"

And with that Weaver's smile disappeared, though his eyes still held the laughter that spoke of his excitement. Lokii rose his free hand and pointed at the door, smile returning.

Lokii Weaver: "Alexander Melchiott. THE "Hotspur". You see, I'm a firm believer that he is going to do amazing things here."

Charlotte's stature seemed to loosen up at that. She glanced at the door, reading "Alexander Melchiott", before staring back at Weaver in silence, no doubt expecting the satisfactory explination that would soon follow.

Lokii Weaver: "I don't follow a great many people's careers. Well, you know that. But I can certainly make an exception here. This guy has done it all. He's seen it all. He can beat anyone. He can win any title he wants. He can speak to anyone, even me, and pick apart whatever they say to make them look like fools. He can do anything he's ambitious enough to set his mind to; trust me, I know the type. And now he's set his sight on this federation. Restoring - pardon, abolishing and restructuring the Rind of Chaos. Anything that happens here while he's in charge will either be great or, at the very least, very interesting. And either way... Cock it, I just want to be right here when it happens."

Charlotte sighed, accepting one man as an explanation. Or a good enough excuse, at least.

Charlotte Sable: "Huh. Sounds like this guy has you in awe, boss."

Lokii Weaver: "No man awes me. This is merely respect."

Charlotte Sable: "Respect? Well, that's even rarer for you."

And so, Charlotte found something to laugh at. That makes 100% of the wrestlers in the hallway had something to laugh about.

Lokii Weaver: "Indeed. Now, let's go disrespect him some."

And disrespect Weaver did, as he decided that knocking was unneccessary in order to enter the Vice-General Manager's office/locker room. With a flourish, Weaver walked into the room and, as luck would have it, seemed to interrupt Alexander Melchiott in the middle of his work.

Lokii Weaver: "'Ello there! Lokii Weaver; millionare, sociopath, philantropist and greatest sorcerer ever to walk the earth, much less the beastly unpleasent lands of Whitechurch. Did you ring me, mate?"


Pausing in his work, Melchiott looks up to see the character before him... and then notices the extra. Melchiott knew Weaver would be bringing someone, but it wasn't anyone he was familiar with. Regardless of this unexpected event, there was business to attend to. Setting aside his papers for the time being, Melchiott gestures at Weaver.

Alexander Melchiott: "So you two have received your new contracts then? Good. Why don't you two come and take a seat?"

Weaver smiles at Melchiott as he takes a seat in-front of the Vice General Manager. Charlotte, however, merely moves to stand behind Weaver. Melchiott lets out a little chuckle at Weaver.

Alexander Melchiott: "I know as a high-born Brit, you are used to sitting on better than cold steel, but I'm glad you were so eager to please."

Disrespect for disrespect. Melchiott's condescending comment makes Charlotte take a half-step before Weaver puts up his hand.

Alexander Melchiott: "Good boy -- you're already making some strikingly smart decisions. Speaking of intelligence, that's exactly why I sent you the contract. I presume you found it acceptable, since you are here."

Not waiting for an answer, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now, this roster is... well, quite frankly, boring. I don't really have much to work with in the talent department. I've tried to "inspire the troops" you could say, but half of them seem to be to busy crying about missed opportunities to showcase what they can really do. Now then Weaver, it is my understanding that you, like so many others, were neglected during your previous stay here in Ring of Chaos."

Lokii goes to speak, but Melchiott rudely continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "Well, the age of Lee Morrison's mismanagement is over. I am here to give people opportunity where, before, they would have received none. And of course, I am the bad guy for doing so. However, you are going to be an interesting addition to the roster. Hopefully, you'll help spice things up around here with your... "magic"."

Melchiott gives a little chuckle as he says that last word before looking over Weaver at Charlotte.

Alexander Melchiott: "And this, this is even more interesting! When you told me you had another talented wrestler for the roster, and a female wrestler no-less, I was expecting something completely different. You went well out of your way on this one, Weaver. I'll give that to you. She should make things very, very interesting for the Women's division here."

Melchiott leans back in his chair, already thinking of the potential matches he'll soon be able to book.


Charlotte didn't particularly like the disrespectful little man sitting in front of her, if the hard stare and clenched jaw were any indication. Fortunately for everyone really, she was smart enough to bite her tongue and let Weaver speak; douchebag a douchebag. An opportunity he decided to take.

Lokii Weaver: "Yes well, I'm tickled you think so much of me, Mr. Melchiott. And I'm speaking for both of us, I'm quite sure. Now now Charlotte, do be polite and introduce yourself."

Charlotte glanced toward Weaver and muttered a hushed "douchebag" that likely only he and the cameraman heard, and made Weaver smile a bit wider, before looking back to Melchiott and putting on her best fake-cheery demeanor.

Charlotte Sable: "My name is Charlotte Sable. I look forward to competing here, as I have a great deal of experience hurting people both in and out of the ring... sir."

It needs some work, unless the monotone that was punctuated only a semi-resentful "sir" was any indication. Weaver's smile fades and, perhaps a bit too quickly, jumps back onto the conversation himself.

Lokii Weaver: "Indeed she is, but enough of that. Please, allow us to get down to business. As for this contract you've bespoken toward me, I find it acceptable. Much like this metal seat is to my arse - not padded, but structured soundly. Now, for Charlotte here I'm aware that you've already sent out a bit of a generic, female contract. I must say, I am flattered that you think so highly of me as a wrestler to automatically allow entry to my plus one... However,"

His grin was certainly back.

Lokii Weaver: "that was before you knew what you were getting. Now, I think we can both agree that what you sent was something a bit more akin to what, say... an opener might be signed to. Fortunately, I remedied this immediately, as I would have hated to see anyone be shortchanged or, heaven forbid, someone walk away from the table."

Charlotte glanced toward Weaver. Truth be told, she was perfectly happy with the prior contract. Not that she'd tell anyone with Lokii on such a roll. After a nod from Weaver, she stepped forward and set her new contract on Melchiott's desk. She even managed sincere, if a bit condescending, smile before stepping back once more.

Lokii Weaver: "It's still very much the same, except for... a few key points. Please, give it a quick read Mr. Melchiott; we've no place to be. I believe you'll find that I've covered all of the bases."

Leaning back in his metal seat, Weaver, surprisingly, stopped smiling as he waited on his soon-to-be-new Vice General Manager.


Melchiott's gaze drifted between the pair of wrestlers standing before him. Was this another of Weaver's games or was this a legitimate contract oversight? Melchiott certainly wasn't aware of who he'd be getting when he sent out the contract, but one thing was for sure...

Alexander Melchiott: "So you've agreed to your contract, Lokii?"

A smile creeps across Melchiott's face as he pushes Charlotte's contract aside.

Alexander Melchiott: "I'll take a look at that contract and make sure you haven't slipped anything in, Weaver. But if you've agreed to the terms, than I have you... well, by the balls now don't I?"

Alexander's gaze once again drifts to Charlotte.

Alexander Melchiott: "Charlotte. Your contract will be finalized one way or the other here soon -- you will be working for me. In fact, I'm sure Weaver would fold if I pushed hard enough right now..."

Melchiott's smile only widens as he looks at Weaver. They both knew this was a farce. Weaver wouldn't have come out all this way just to leave over his "plus one's" contract.

Alexander Melchiott: "Regardless, you WILL be signed. So, at our next show, you will have your debut against Christy Chase. It will be then that we see if you are as interesting as I think you are."

Alexander's gaze shifts back to the contract he pushed aside earlier. Pulling it back in-front of him, Melchiott looks up at Charlotte.

Alexander Melchiott: "While this is your contract, you are not needed here any further. I suggest you study tape on your upcoming opponent; as any contractual talk is to be private, and you are not negotiating for yourself, correct? Or, are you? Should... should Lokii leave?"

Alexander feigns a questioning look to the pair in-front of him. Of course, Melchiott already knew what the answer was going to be.


Charlotte couldn't help but let out a low growl. She didn't have a great deal of tact, but she was certainly sharp enough to know when someone's insulted her. All the same, she manages to hold both her composure and her tongue as Weaver 'hmm's and taps his chin. Suddenly, he claps his hands and stands to his feet.

Lokii Weaver: "Very well then. So, it seems as though we've said all there is to say, yes? Charlotte, you don't feel the need to stay and discuss your very fair contract, do you?"

This surprised her. Lokii Weaver is not a man to be bested in word play, leave such a painfully obvious insult unchecked, nor to make such an obvious display of being beaten. Indeed, this surprised her. But she didn't exactly show it. She was far more interested in staring directly at Alexander Melchiott.

Charlotte Sable: "No, boss. I believe we have said and done all we... should here."

Alexander went to respond, however Weaver was one step ahead of him and one foot out the door.

Lokii Weaver: "Right, well then pip pip, Mr. Melchiott. I believe it will be my honest pleasure working here."

And with that, they exited the office and closed the door behind them, damning the consequences, whatever they may be, for THAT blatant display of disrespect. Charlotte immediately starting walking away very quickly, letting her hands shake with anger.

Charlotte Sable: "That... THAT disrespectful little twerp! Him, Weaver? HIM? HE'S gonna turn this company around? I could have RIPPED him in TWO! All he did was insult you and insult me and push and push and I WAS A SECOND AWAY FROM-"

And then Weaver could hold it in no longer and burst into laughter. Interrupted right in the middle of a VERY angry rant, Charlotte whipped around fast enough to make her head spin - not that she'd say that - and fixed Weaver with a glare.

Charlotte Sable: "WHAT'S SO FUNNY?"

Lokii Weaver: "Ack! Pish posh, Charlotte. Don't get all gutted here... Heh hah... You truly didn't catch that? Any of that?"

Weaver had this nasty tendency of stopping her cold right when she really needed to vent. However, all the same, she managed to reign in her anger and start listening.

He WAS smart, after all.


Lokii Weaver: "He just spent that entire conversation poking and prodding us, Charlotte, not insulting us. He dismantled the very idea that we had leverage, using, admittedly, obvious loopholes. He-"

Listening, sure. But she was still angry and had no qualms shouting he disapproval with whatever Weaver had to say.

Charlotte Sable: "If it was so obvious, then why didn't you catch it!?"

While Weaver had displayed a large number of expressions so far, many of them different kinds of smiles, he had yet to show annoyance. Up until now. Now, he showed annoyance at being interrupted - and in such a fashion!

Lokii Weaver: "Yes, why didn't I? Why didn't I catch such an obvious little error before subjecting it to the man who will decide whether or not the very ground I stand on will prosper? Or perhaps... That's the wrong question, isn't it?"

Charlotte was still feeling a bit too angry to think clearly. Reminding herself of how blithely stupid it is act irrationally over an irrationality like anger, she took several deep breaths and really started trying to clear her mind.

Charlotte Sable: "You did catch it..."

Lokii Weaver: "Correct. Now, what's the right question?"

Charlotte Sable: "Why would you.. So does that mean you were baiting him that entire time to see how he'd react?"

And then, back to smiling, Weaver nodded his head emphatically.

Lokii Weaver: "Yes, indeed! But that's not the interesting part. No, the interesting part is that I think he knew, and he still took it and pushed his advantage! And then he pushed me! And then he pushed you! And he got exactly what he wanted to know! By God, I think the only thing he didn't catch in that conversation was just how important his reactions were for us to stay. Blimey... I couldn't even stay in that office without laughing anymore! *phew*

Lokii Weaver: "We're here to stay, Charlotte. Now, what say you we go read up on Mrs. Chase, hmm?"


And with that, Weaver turned around and jauntily made his way down the hall. His smile was large enough to split his face, and it was genuine.

Charlotte Sable: "... I'm not cut out for fighting with my words. Not at all."

Shaking her head and sighing, Charlotte could feel the beginning of a headache Slowly, almost grudgingly, she made to follow Weaver.


With Weaver and Charlotte now gone from his makeshift office, Melchiott looked down at the "revised" contract before him. His eyes danced across the lines as he quickly read the document, a smile slowly creeping up on him.

Alexander Melchiott: "An interesting little bit of print, I'd say."

With that, Melchiott chuckled as he signed the new version of Charlotte's contract, officially making her a wrestler in Ring of Chaos.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 08/09/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 10, 2015 4:26 am



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Jim Jackson: "This is a match filled with bad blood towards the competitors. Boy Bakla and Rafik Arfah have been at each others throats for the a number of weeks now. Constantly trading back and forth verbal offense and even physical but tonight they will leave all that in the ring tonight."

Brad Blood: "I wouldn't call it bad blood, it's more like a schoolyard scuffle than anything. But i have to agree that this is going to physical. The Troll vs The Tranny. Tumblr will explode after 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 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines... BOY BAKLA!"

Cher's "Believe" start playing on the loud speakers as PINK lights start to flash above the entrance ramp but Boy Bakla is nowhere to be seen.

Jim Jackson: "Where is Bakla?"

Brad Blood: "Maybe he had to use the bathroom real quick."

Jim Jackson: "Just a minute Brad. we are getting word that there is some commotion in the back. We have a camera crew on the scene."

The camera opens up to show Boy Bakla and Rafik Arfah not waiting for the match and fighting backstage.

Brad Blood: "They are throwing everything they got at each other and it's not even a sanctioned match. Here comes the security to try and separate the two. NO! They break loose and continue to get led into one another. The entire locker room is emptying out to break it up."

Jim Jackson: "They are having trouble holding them back. AND BAKLA BREAKS FREE! HE LEAPS OVER THE ROSTER TO GET TO RAFIK!!"

Crowd: "LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!"

Brad Blood: "Lee Morrison is now getting involved..."

Lee Morrison:  "ENOUGH!"

Both Bakla and Arfah are being held apart.  Morrison is clearly not pleased by the events.

Lee Morrison:  "Now it seems that the both of you decided to have the fight before the scheduled time, in effect you both robbed the people who bought tickets a proper match!"

The general manager scans both wrestlers and notes that they are not anymore in a condition to fight.

Lee Morrison:  "It also looks like both of you are in no condition to have a decent match without keeling over.  This is not acceptable!  Now send both of these idiots to their respective lockers and keep them there!  I'll have the medical staff check on them separately later...  Now I would expect both of you to behave from now hence or I shall suspend both of you...  As for your punishment for your actions tonight...  Well I shall decide upon it and announce it next week."

Both wrestlers are carried off as the scene fades...

Brad Blood: "Well looks like we won't be having the tranny fight the terrorist tonight..."






The scene opens up with Crusade standing in his dressing room with fellow FTK member C4 and their manager Dean Sweenson. The mood in the room is somber, with both members of the deadly tag team looking determined.

Crusade: "It's been a long time since anyone has heard a word come out of the Full Time Killers' camp. Dean Sweenson decided it was time to cut the crap and stop telling the world what we'll do if we don't get the opportunity we've rightfully earned and start showing you what happens when you snub the wrong guys. Now we've done it! We're finally at the cusp of greatness! Tonight we face the Rollercoaster of Fools for the last time!"

Dean Sweenson finally cracks a smile, the light in the room casting a bit of a glare against his sunglasses.

Dean Sweenson: "Ever since my clients first arrived on the scene here in RoC they have done nothing other than destroy anything and everything that dared come in their way. Tonight will be no different, in fact, I feel a little sorry for the masked idiots my guys have to demolish. I entered this federation declaring the death of the Rollercoaster of Love, and tonight my clients will make due on that promise, the next time you'll see those buffoons after tonight will be in the obituary. On the other hand we will finally take hold of what is ours. The Tag Team Championships will be on a one way trip to our camp! The Northern King's don't stand a chance, much like the rest of the field never stood a chance once these two decided to join forces.

Crusade: "I told the world when I came here that I would make my mark in the history books by becoming champion. Pretty soon, no one will be able to stop me from finally achieving my goal! The Full Time Killers will dominate every division, take EVERY title and prove to the world that we are the best wrestlers in the entire world bar none!"

With that Crusade steps back and looks to his partner for a word of his own.


Stepping forward the man known as the Charismatic Crippler, Colton Charles Cai Cobb begins to speak.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "The two masked excuses for wrestlers who call themselves Roller Coaster of Love have been a thorn on our side for far too long.  Granted you have to give them credit for lasting this long against us but soon...  Soon they shall be taking their last breath.  Crusade and I teamed up here in Ring of Chaos because we had a goal, we had a vision and that is to begin with the total annihilation of El Loco and Felipe Shido."

C4 turns his head acknowledging his partner then their manager.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "Mr. Sweenson, just as you promised, you got us a match for the number one contendership for the RoC Tag Team Titles...  And a no holds barred match too to boot!  No rules, no disqualification...  Finally the Full-Time Killers will get to do what they do best in the best possible environment.  This has been a long time coming, and it is our greatest pleasure to have you with us on our journey to the top.  Soon RoC shall have the tag team champions that they truly deserve."

The Charismatic Crippler sneers sinisterly as he begins his closing statements.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb:  "This Age of Opportunity our new vice-general manager began shall be an Age of Greatness.  The Full-Time Killers shall not let opportunity go to waste.  Nothing will stop our ascent to the top as we leave behind a mass of broken bodies...  Once you are in our sights, only death is your escape..."

With that Colton Charles Cai Cobb steps back as the scene slowly fades.






A knock is heard on the door.  Melchiott looks up from his work place before the door opens and in walks Lucas Christiansen.  Melchiott smiles as he stands up and shakes Lucas's hand.

Alexander Melchiott: "Welcome Mr. Christiansen!  I hope you found the contract acceptable?  We'll be paying you a very fair wage and -- because you've thrown around the idea of retirement -- the contract can be canceled by you at any time.  Also, I have you noted down as a part-time wrestler.  You will only be expected to compete when you tell me you are ready for a match."

Melchiott slips back behind his desk before looking up at Lucas.

Alexander Melchiott: "So?  Is everything acceptable Mr. Christiansen?  I've been hoping to have you on this roster for quite some time."


Lucas sets his contract down on Melchiott's desk.  He brings out a pen from a pocket, and, with a flourish signs the contract.  The pen disappears as he looks down at Melchiott.

Lucas Christiansen: "I found everything more than acceptable with the contract, but I am perplexed Mr. Melchiott.  Why is it that you would go out of your to search for me?  I'm nearing the end of my career and there are so many other fine athletes waiting for an opportunity like this one."

Melchiott nods his head at the sentiment, but doesn't speak.

Lucas Christiansen: "Regardless, I will be happy to wrestle for this company.  I have more than a few tricks up my sleeves and I'm still in quite the shape."

It was true.  Lucas Christiansen was looking fit, like a fine wine, he never seemed to get older or lose a step.

Lucas Christiansen: "Now, I heard mention that you had a plan for me tonight.  I don't mean to presume anything, but I doubt it is anything but a match.  I'll be in my locker room preparing.  Call me when you have need of me."

Lucas finished that sentence with a courteous bow.  He soon turns and exits the room, leaving Melchiott alone.






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Jim Jackson: "Coming up next is some great tag team action between two team that have been at each others' throat for a while now. Full-Time Killers versus Roller Coaster of Love... Whoever wins this match gets a shot at the tag team titles in two weeks."

Brad Blood: "That's right, both these teams hate each other with a passion and two weeks ago, Melchiott stuck them together in one team which ended disastrously for them... It will be interesting to see who will step away the winner from this one."

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

"Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden hits the speakers as the lights dim and a spotlight beams down on a man in a suit. His sunglasses flash in the light as he walks down the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face. An earpiece can be seen on his ear and he seems to be talking into a small microphone before he enters the ring where he presses a button to end whatever call he was taking. Once in the center of the ring the man points to the top of the entrance ramp as his clients come out.

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

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


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

"Love Rollercoaster" by Ohio Players plays as Felipe Shido comes out and girates his hips, Then El Loco comes up behind him shining gang signs in his face. Felipe Shido looks at him with a disapproving look before shrugging as they walk down to and into the ring. Felipe Shido 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 Jakc B. Quick! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell! It's Crusade and El Loco starting things off for their respective teams. El Loco starts things off with a combination of punches towards Crusade who puts up his arms to shield himself. Crusade catches El Loco's arm and twists it behind him in a hammerlock! El Loco uses the ropes to flip himself over but Crusade throws him to the mat with an arm drag. Crusade keeps hold of that arm... Armbreaker! Irish whip by Crusade sends El Loco to the corner! Crusade charges in... El Loco dodges! Crusades hits his shoulder on the ring post!"

Brad Blood: "El Loco is trying to get to the corner for a tag... Crusade realizes it and sucks in the pain in his shoulders and leaps for El Loco's leg! He grabs hold of it and is pulling El Loco back! El Loco is just a few inches away from Felipe's outstretched arm..."

Jim Jackson: "Crusade drags El Loco back to the middle of the ring and puts on the ankle lock! Crusade continues to back away pulling El Loco out of Felipe Shido's reach... Crusade makes it to their corner still holding on to El Loco's handle... Colton Charles Cai Cobb tags himself in! Big stomp by C4! C4 has El Loco on his shoulders... Fallaway slam! El Loco tries to crawl to their corner... Cobb charges in and knocks Shido off the apron with a big elbow! C4 grabs El Loco... Uranage! Colton Charles Cai Cobb puts his opponent in a front facelock, he then hooks his/her 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 head executing a Detonator! C4 for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "El Loco kicks out! He really needs a tag soon but his partner was knocked down by C4 earlier and... AND DEAN SWEENSON IS CHOKING FELIPE SHIDO WITH THE POWER CABLES HERE OUTSIDE THE RING! Sweenson quickly lets go and sneaks away as the referee seems to notice something is up! How long has Sweenson been choking Felipe like that?"

Jim Jackson: "Without any reprieve, El Loco is getting a beating from The Charismatic Crippler... Irish whip sends El Loco smashing to the corner... Big body avalanche smashes into the masked wrestler. Bulldog from the corner... El Loco is slammed into the canvas. Colton Charles Cai Cobb drags El Loco to the corner and makes a tag! Crusade over the top rope lands with a leg drop on El Loco's neck! Crusade for the cover..."

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

Brad Blood: "El Loco hangs in there but how much longer can he survive? His partner is still out... No! It looks like Felipe is coming too, he's coughing madly as he tries to get back up to his feet. The crowd is cheering for Roller Coaster of Love right now."

Crowd: "Let's go Loco! Let's go Shido! Let's go Loco! Let's go Shido!"

Jim Jackson: "Crusade has El Loco in a headlock... El Loco tries to get free, Crusade switches to a guillotine choke! He has El Loco's neck locked in... El Loco in an act of desperation charges forward and manages to ram Crusade's back into the turnbuckles! Crusade's hold loosens! El Loco with a pele kick from out of nowhere! Crusade is down! El Loco is trying to crawl to his corner... Felipe Shido is reaching out as far as he could... Wait! Crusade shakes off the stars and gets a tag first! El Loco is almost near Shido's hand... Dropkick by Colton Charles Cai Cobb sends Shido flying off the apron! El Loco again fails to get the much needed tag!"

Brad Blood: "The Full-Time Killers game plan is working, El Loco cannot get a rest and is getting beaten down relentlessly. No matter how resilient El Loco is, he can't hold out forever..."

Jim Jackson: "That he can't, Colton Charles Cai Cobb has El Loco up on his shoulders again... Wait! El Loco somehow grabs on to the top rope and manages to slip down... C4 with a lariat... El Loco dodges under it! El Loco rolls and leaps... Felipe Shido has his arms stretched out... EL LOCO GETS THE TAG AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

Brad Blood: "Wait! Dean Sweenson has the referee distracted! The referee didn't see the tag! He's sending Felipe back to the apron! The crowd is not happy!"

Jim Jackson: "El Loco is back in the ring with The Charismatic Crippler and it doesn't look good... Body slam by Colton Charles Cai Cobb. El Loco is barely moving at all. C4 grabs the masked superstar... He sets El Loco up for a piledriver... El Loco's head just got planted to the canvas! Colton Charles Cai Cobb lies on his opponent's back at a 90° angle, putting all of his weight on the opponent to prevent him from moving. He then hooks his opponent's arm and pulls it back into his opponent's body executing a Short Fuse. This could be it! Will El Loco tap out?"

Brad Blood: "El Loco slowly tries to reach for the ropes... His free arm is a few inches short... El Loco uses his leg... He hooks his foot on the bottom rope! The referee breaks the hold! Quick thinking by El Loco! El Loco tries to crawl back to Felipe's arm..."

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb drags El Loco back... Back suplex sends El Loco far from his partner's palm! Tag made to Crusade! Crusade off the top turnbuckle... Flying elbow drop right on El Loco's chest! Crusade stalks El Loco who crawls to the ropes using it to pull himself uo... Crusade hits El Loco with a low dropkick to the knee! Before El Loco can get up Crusade steps up onto El Loco's knee and delivers an axe kick directly to El Loco's forehead! Genesis connects! Crusade for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "El Loco still manages to get his shoulders up but as we can see, he cannot hold out for much longer! The end is nigh for El Loco if he cannot get a tag soon."

Jim Jackson: "Crusade grabs El Loco and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip... Back body drop attempt by Crusade... El Loco leaps over Crusade! El Loco grabs on to the top rope to stop himself from bouncing back... He leaps towards his partner's arm... HE GETS THE TAG! THE CROWD GOES WILD! FELIPE SHIDO BURSTS INTO THE RING! He takes Crusade out with a clothesline! Crusade gets back up... Dropkick sends Crusade back to the canvas... Running shooting star press by Shido connects! He hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "Crusade kicks out at two! Felipe is on fire as he leaps up to the top turnbuckle... Crusade shakes the ropes! Felipe loses his footing and falls on his family jewels! Crusade leaps up to the top turnbuckle and has Felipe set up for a superplex..."

Jim Jackson: "Felipe Shido blocks the attempt! Shido with a couple of elbows stuns Crusade... Shido lifts Crusade up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry on the top turnbuckle... FIREMAN'S CARRY SLAM TO THE OUTSIDE! HE JUST DUMPED CRUSADE ON THE OUTSIDE FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! SHIDO LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! 450 SPLASH TO THE OUTSIDE FLATTENS CRUSADE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!"

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

Brad Blood: "Felipe is on fire! He may have sacrificed his body with that move but he hurt Crusade pretty bad! Felipe staggers back to his feet... COLTON ATTACKS HIM FROM BEHIND! El Loco rushes to the ring... SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE SECOND ROPE! NO! SWEESON PRETENDS TO SLIP AND FALLS INTO COLTON PUSHING HIM OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND! EL LOCO HITS NOTHING BUT THE GROUND OUTSIDE!"

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb helps his partner up and helps him back into the ring, he sneaks in a couple of knees before throwing Felipe Shido back into the ring too. Both wrestlers groggily gets back to their feet... Crusade lunges at his opponent, elbowing him to the ground, viciously. Crusade then kicks Felipe Shido in the head before locking him in a double arm bar resembling a grotesque cross, executing the Revelation. Shido is trapped with nowhere to go!"

Brad Blood: "El Loco tries to get into the ring to help his partner... NO! COLTON PULLS HIM OUT AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A STIFF LARIAT!"

Jim Jackson: "The ref is checking on Shido... Things are looking grim... Wait The Charismatic Crippler is asking Crusade to tag him... Crusade nods! He releases the hold but keeps Shido in a headlock as he drags him over... He tags his in Colton Charles Cai Cobb!"

Brad Blood: "Uh-oh... This looks bad for Felipe..."

Jim Jackson: "Crusade grabs their opponent's legs and catapults him into the air as Colton Charles Cai Cobb catches their opponent's head and drives both knees into their opponent's lungs as they land on the canvas. He then wraps his legs around the opponent's arm and neck in a figure four forcing their opponent to tap executing an excruciating ticking Time Bomb!"

Brad Blood: "FELIPE TAPS! FELIPE TAPS! IT'S OVER! THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!"

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "Full-Time Killers have finally dispatched of their rivals Roller Coaster of Love and also earns a title shot for the RoC Tag Team Titles against The Northern Kings!"

Brad Blood: "I can't wait! FTK versus TNK! We may see a new era in the tag team division soon."






An eeriness descends upon the atmosphere backstage as darkness seem to shroud the area. Any light that penetrates seem to diffuse and cast upon a dim glow that only makes the backstage drearier and more uninviting. Stepping through the darkness, Marcus Troy sneers as smoke from his cigar escapes through his parted lips, behind him follows the towering monstrosity known as Entropy.

Marcus Troy: "July 12, 2015... That is the date our vice-general manager Alexander Melchiott demanded to be impressed by my client Entropy. Mr. Melchiott wanted to see what my client can do, what he can offer Ring of Chaos. The result, he was booked in a match against none other than The Living Legend himself, Nicolas Dorn! Well Mr. Dorn was defeated by my client... Wait... Perhaps defeated is too kind a word, instead let me use DESTROYED! For Mr. Dorn was DESTROYED by my client, swallowed whole by a swirling mass of chaos as my client utterly humiliated him in the first few minutes of the match! Oh what a sound it made when Mr. Dorn's back slammed into the canvas not once, not twice but THREE TIMES! Yes, three times just like the bell tolls when one is laid to rest and laid to rest Mr. Dorn was."

Marcus Troy smiles and takes another puff from his cigar.

Marcus Troy: "July 26, 2015, this time my client was pitted against three men. A handicap match! But who was the one who was handicapped? Certainly not my client! No! Even with three opponents, the ones that was handicapped was the team of Diarrhea Boy, Maximus Orgasmus and The Masked Moron. Even with three men, they could not overcome my client, instead just like Mr. Dorn, these three lost souls got consumed by the maelstrom of Entropy. But despite another flawless and dominant victory by my client, we have still to receive any word if our dear vice-general manager is impressed! Instead tonight we find ourselves booked against two more unfortunate individuals... Two more cannon fodders, two more sacrifices! Yes, impressive as their resumes are, Berry Sawyer and Edmundo Alejandro Serrano shall no doubt... NO DOUBT end up just like those who came before them. Now I am not belittling the skills of these two wrestlers, but let me just say that in all my years in the business I can already assess how good certain wrestlers are. And even though Mr. Sawyer and Mr. Serrano are pretty good, my client is simply still better!"

Troy begins to chuckle, he takes another puff from his cigar before disposing of it.

Marcus Troy: "Well, the question now is how many more will it take before Mr. Melchiott is impressed. How many more shall fall victim before Mr. Melchiott sees the truth? Actually, it doesn't matter how much more... Be it one, be it a hundred, it doesn't matter, my client shall go through each and everyone that is placed before him. There is no stopping chaos, there is no stopping Entropy."

Marcus Troy starts to laugh maniacally and a soft growl escapes Entropy's lips as the darkness closes in until all we can see is black.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 08/09/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 10, 2015 4:55 am



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Jim Jackson: "Coming up next is a handicap match!  Though even with it being a two on one, one would say that the handicap is still on the team facing Entropy."

Brad Blood: "Entropy destroyed three men the last time, Melchiott should have booked him against five this week!"

Alice Aoi: "The following contest is a two-on-one handicap match!  Introducing first, 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: Introducing his opponents-"

Alexander Melchiott: "No one."

Abruptly cut off, Alice and the crowd look to the top of the ramp where Alexander Melchiott is standing.

Alexander Melchiott: "I'm so sorry to tell you this, Marcus, but it seems Sawyer and Serrano had a flight delay and your services aren't actually required here tonight.  So, if you would please exit the ring so that we can have our next match?"

Melchiott smiles down at Marcus Troy as his words settle in.

Clearly unhappy with the sudden announcement, Marcus Troy speaks out...

Marcus Troy:  "Flight delay?  Why not tell it as it is Mr. Melchiott.  Tonight's opponents got cold feet!  Not that I would blame them but seriously they should have come up with a better reason than flight delay.  Me and my client have made it here on time today ready for our match but it seems that the actions of  Mr. Serrano and Mr. Sawyer is a gross disrespect to this institution, the fans and of course towards my client!  Well they may have escaped this week but one day, they will end up in the maw of chaos, they will be eaten by Entropy!  Come!"

Marcus Troy signals and Entropy follows as both manager and wrestler make their way up the ramp and disappear to the back.

With Marcus gone, Melchiott steps to one side of the ring, still holding his microphone.

Alexander Melchiott: "Well, since I am already out here."

Saying that with a shrug, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing 240 pounds, The Living Legend himself, Smooth... NICOLAS DORN!"

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

Alexander Melchiott: "And now, introducing his opponent standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing 243 pounds, The Ring General himself... LUCAS CHRISTIANSEN!"

"Into the Horizon" by Neverland starts playing on the speakers as Lucas Christiansen steps out from the back wearing a light but stylish robe. Lucas smiles and bows to the fans before walking down to the ring. After climbing up the steps, Lucas wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring.

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

Alexander smiles as he walks backstage.

Jim Jackson: "Alexander just flipped the script, not only on Marcus Troy and Entropy, but on the entire crowd!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott's been playing a dangerous game lately... he might be stepping too close to the fire on this one, that Entropy is a monster!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "The match begins!  Lucas turns his back on Nicolas Dorn as he hands his robe out to a ring-hand, only to be blindsided by a jumping knee to the back!  Christiansen was just sent tumbling through the ropes and to the floor!  As he tries to recover, Dorn bounces off the far set of ropes for a baseball slide... but Christiansen sees this coming and pulls up the ring skirt, trapping Dorn between it and the ring as Lucas hits hard elbow after hard elbow towards the back of Dorn's head!"

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

Brad Blood: "Lucas steps away at the count of four, but some serious damage has been done!  Dorn looks out of it!  The referee helps Dorn out of the ring skirt, only for Lucas to push him out of the way, grab Dorn, and hurl him straight into the steel steps before rolling Dorn back into the ring."

Jim Jackson: "Lucas flirted with disqualification there.  Lucas enters the ring and grabs Dorn's left hand.  He places it on the mat before stomping down onto it!  Dorn yells out in pain, but Lucas grabs the hand again and force it to the mat... but Dorn slips free and pokes Lucas in the eye!  With Lucas temporarily blinded, Dorn readies himself before chopping Lucas across the chest!  He soon forces Lucas back against the ropes as he continues chopping, the fans chanting "Woo!" at every blistering shot!"

Brad Blood: "Dorn might actually be able to win a match if he keeps this up!"

Jim Jackson: "Dorn sends Christiansen across the ring with an irish whip before sending him high into the air with a back body drop!  With his opponent down, Nicolas Dorn runs to the ropes and bounces off of them before haggardly stumbling towards Lucas.  After taking a moment to catch a breath, Dorn drops an elbow down onto Lucas's heart.  Dorn's Elbow!  Dorn managed to hit the elbow!"

Brad Blood: "But Dorn looks exhausted out there.  He pretty much just fell into that elbow."

Jim Jackson: "You're right, and Dorn's unable to capitalize.  Lucas Christiansen actually manages to roll to the ropes and use them to get to his feet before Dorn even begins to stir.  Lucas looks confused by his opponent's actions.  He's asking the referee if Dorn pinned him, but the referee tells him the match is still going.  Shrugging his shoulders, Lucas approaches Dorn, who quickly pulls Lucas into a small package!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood: "Dorn almost managed to steal the victory there!  Both men are to their feet.  Lucas charges at Dorn, but Dorn kicks him in the gut before trying to hook the arms... but Lucas powers him back and into the corner!"

Jim Jackson: "With Dorn in the corner, Lucas thrusts his shoulder into Dorn's stomach before pulling back and pelting Dorn with more of those stiff elbows as the referee begins the count... Christiansen backs off before five, only to begin stomping into Dorn's stomach, forcing the referee to again make a count.  Again, Christiansen steps away from Dorn at the last second, but with Dorn down in the corner, Christiansen talks with the referee while kicking back and into the face of Dorn!  After a few hard kicks, the referee realizes what's going on and orders Christiansen away."

Brad Blood: "Christiansen did a lot of damage right there, Dorn's looking to be in pretty bad shape.  The referee continues to check on him, but he waves off the referee, telling Christiansen to bring it on!"

Jim Jackson: "Christiansen comes in, but it was a trap!  Dorn grabs Christiansen by the waist and pulls him face-first into the turnbuckle pad before rolling him up for a cover!  But Christiansen pushes Dorn off of him before a one count!  Both men are up, but Lucas spins before catching Dorn above the eye with a roaring elbow!  Flashpoint!  Dorn is down and Dorn is out after that one!"

Brad Blood: "Christiansen doesn't look to be done just yet..."

Jim Jackson: "Christiansen forces Dorn up.  Lucas pulls Dorn's head under his arm before applying an underhook and lifting him into the air before dropping Dorn onto his head!  Last Rites!  Dorn's been read his Last Rites!"

Brad Blood: "Christiansen shoves his forearm into Dorn's face as he goes for the cover."

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING! DING! DING!

Jim Jackson: "What a debut for Lucas Christiansen."

Brad Blood: "Debut?  He defeated a has-been!  He should have fought Entropy instead!"






A cab rolls into the parking area of the RoC compound screeching to a halt just in front of the entrance of the main building.  Alighting from the cab, Nao Fook Yu pays for her fare and closes the door.  Julia Rodriguez quickly uses this chance to get an interview with the oriental superstar.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Excuse me Ms. Nao...  I was wondering if I can have a little bit of your time?  I want to ask you about what happened two weeks ago..."

Nao Fook Yu whirled angrily towards Julia and approached her until their noses almost touch.

Nao Fook Yu:  "Nothing happened!  We had a match, we lost, simple as that!"

Not letting the matter drop Julia Rodriguez prodded further.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Um, yes that did happen but you did kick your sister in the face, I was wondering if..."

Fook Yu cuts her off again.

Nao Fook Yu:  "If nothing!  It was an accident, a freaking accident, it happens!  What do you want to hear?  That I fucked up?  That I caused us to lose the match?  We were a team, we both were responsible whether we win or lose, it's that simple and if you can't get it in that bimbo brain of yours with your asinine questions then you are wasting not only my time but also the fans'."

If she was offended Julia Rodriguez hid it behind her poker face.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Er yes, I wasn't implying that, I was just gonna ask if your sister is okay.  But moving on, you are in a match with Alexander Melchiott tonight for the RoC Lightweight title, do you think you'll be able to take the title away from him?"

Nao Fook Yu sighs and replies...

Nao Fook Yu:  "Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you, it's been a stressful week, my sister is fine, she's taking a breather and will be back in action soon.  As for Melchiott, well...  He gave me this opportunity tonight and I certainly won't waste it.  I know I have what it takes to win the RoC Lightweight title.  Yes he is skilled but so am I, he may stand on top right now but he can't stand there forever, the wheel turns Julie and sooner or later you'll be at the bottom.  The way I see it, the pressure is not on me to win the title but on him to defend it.  He's the one who has to keep his place on the top."

Fook Yu pauses and looks towards the camera.

Nao Fook Yu:  "I have a message for you Alexander...  Well we do not get along, but you did offer me a chance for the title even if you didn't have to and for that I am grateful.  I do expect to walk away the new RoC Lightweight champion tonight so be prepared to regret your decision."

The oriental beauty looks at Julie one last time.

Nao Fook Yu:  "Now if you'll excuse me Julie, I have a title to claim."

With that Nao Fook Yu walks off and enters the building as the scene fades to black.






“Ultra Numb” by Blue Stahli blasts over the arena as Alexander Melchiott steps out from the back holding a microphone. The fans give him a mixed response as he walks down and enters the ring. Turning to the fans, Melchiott bring the microphone to his lips.

Alexander Melchiott: "Last show was one to remember! In my Age of Opportunity, everything is changing! First, we had The Morbidly Obese Man take the ball and run with it before... his unfortunate passing."

Melchiott takes a moment here before perking back up and continuing.

Alexander Melchiott: "And then we had Little Wang show everyone, and I do mean everyone, EXACTLY what he was capable in this ring when he fought against me for the Lightweight Championship. He showed that he not only deserved to be here, but that he deserved to be in the title conversation! Allister King also managed to impress, outlasting ten other superstars in what was a thrilling tag-team battle followed up by the triple threat elimination match that saw Allister defeat Thaddeus Rex and advance to his opportunity here tonight. Allister earned the right to face both Johnny Fortune and Ray Kamaura in a triple threat match to determine a new RoC World Champion!"

The fans show their appreciation for the past event, but Melchiott's grin fades.

Alexander Melchiott: "As the Vice-General Manager, I love what has been going in my term... however, tonight, Nao Fook Yu does not face Alexander the VGM - Nao Fook Yu faces Alexander Melchiott; the best damn wrestler in this business. Alexander the VGM likes this match for ratings, but Alexander Melchiott the wrestler WANTS this match to HUMBLE a girl who never should have been here in the first place! Alexander Melchiott the wrestler isn't going to let Nao Fook Yu be Little Wang and show what she can do... no, no, no. I'm going to beat some sense into that girl and prove that I am every bit as good as I say I am. Nao Fook Yu and her sister took MY titles and actually consider themselves to be in my league? Well, here's the facts, they aren't. I'm a World Championship-classed competitor in any organization. I can beat ANYONE, let alone some stupid girl from China. I'm so God Damned tired of The Oriental Spices acting like they deserve to be in the same ring as someone like me. So tonight, Alexander the wrestler ends this. Tonight, Alexander the wrestler will beat the holy high hell out of Nao Fook Yu, make her submit, and HUMILIATE her in the process! Tonight, I show those idiot twins that they should have never crossed me once, let alone twice."

Alexander flips the microphone out of his hands before rolling out of the ring and walking to the back, leaving the fans conflicted over his sudden change in persona.








VS

Jim Jackson: "And now on to the first of two championship matches this evening, Alexander Melchiott put his RoC Lightweight title on the line against Nao Fook Yu."

Brad Blood: "Fook Yu has been itching to get her hands around Alexander's throat for a while now, it is clear that both wrestlers do not like each other very much... They are actually acting like a married couple."

Jim Jackson: "Not all marriages are like yours Brad."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall and it is for the RoC Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, hailing from Shichuan, China... NAO FOOK YU!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet and weighing in at 215 pounds, the current reigning RoC Lightweight Champion, The Principality of Monaco, Hotspur... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu starts this match off with a dropkick that sends Melchiott tumbling through the ropes and down to the floor!  As Melchiott tries to recover, Nao Fook Yu leaps over the ropes and levels him!  Nao Fook Yu pulls Melchiott to his feet by his hair before slamming his face against the ring apron and rolling him back into the ring."

Brad Blood: "Nao Fook Yu goes to follow, but as she sticks her neck between the ropes, Melchiott springs up and kicks the ropes, causing it to snap right into her throat!"

Jim Jackson: "The referee steps between an angry Melchiott and the wounded Nao Fook Yu.  The referee holds Melchiott back as Nao Fook Mi checks on her sister.  Melchiott turns his back to the scene before him, letting the referee go out to check on Nao Fook Yu as well... MELCHIOTT JUST TOOK OUT ALL THREE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott could be DQed for that, if the referee wasn't out!"

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott quickly rolls Nao Fook Yu back into the ring before rolling in after her.  Still gasping for air, Nao Fook Yu struggles to her hands and knees, only to receive a brutal kick to the ribs from Melchiott... Nao Fook Mi seems to be having a hard time controlling her temper on the outside and is on the apron yelling at Melchiott!"

Brad Blood: "The referee seems to have recovered and is telling Melchiott off as well... Nao Fook Yu takes advantage of the situation, pushing Melchiott into her own sister before rolling him up!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott almost let the Lightweight title slip away from him there.  Nao Fook Yu sends Melchiott to the ropes with an irish whip, but Melchiott rolls over the ropes and lands on the apron!  Nao Fook Yu comes charging in, but Melchiott quickly slingshots into the ring, grabs her by the waist, and pulls her down for the cover!  Nao Fook Yu uses the momentum to carry through and gets to her feet before quickly dropkicking Melchiott right in the face!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott quickly gets to his feet, but Nao Fook Yu is right on him with a series of forearm shots.  After dazing Melchiott, Fook Yu whips him into the corner before charging in and nearly kicking Melchiott's head off with a Mafia Kick!"

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott falls out of the corner.  He tries to regain his senses as Fook Yu looks to use the ropes for a springboard, but Melchiott dives forward and pushes her legs out from under her, causing her to fall hard on the back of her head and neck!  Melchiott has enough sense to roll Nao Fook Yu over and go for the cover, but the referee points out her leg underneath the rope.  Melchiott, still dazed, hastily drags Nao Fook Yu away from the ropes before hooking a leg."

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood: "All that wasted time lets Nao Fook Yu get out at two!  Melchiott looks a little frustrated as he still struggles to regain his equilibrium."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott tries to pull Nao Fook Yu to her feet, but Nao Fook Yu pushes Melchiott back and into the corner!  Nao Fook Yu pulls back before thrusting her shoulder straight into Melchiott's midsection!  Nao Fook Yu grabs Melchiott into a cravate before blasting him with a harsh series of knees right to the face!  She finishes this with a neckbreaker before going for the cover."

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott forcefully pushes Nao Fook Yu off of him.  He still looks dazed, but Melchiott isn't going to go quietly into that good night!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu tries to continue the pressure, but Melchiott quickly rakes the eyes before chopping the throat of Nao Fook Yu!  As Nao Fook Yu tries to breathe, Melchiott checks his nose, looking for blood.  Clearly having regained his senses, Melchiott kicks Nao Fook Yu in the gut before irish whipping her into the corner.  Melchiott comes charging in, but Nao Fook Yu counters with a high boot.  Melchiott stumbles away as Nao Fook Yu climbs onto the turnbuckle... missile dropkick connects!"

Brad Blood: "But Melchiott's rolled out of the ring!  Melchiott tries to regain his composure, but Nao Fook Yu is having none of it.  She reaches through the ropes and grabs Melchiott by his hair, trying to pull him back into the ring, but the larger competitor turns around and grabs Nao Fook Yu's head before falling to the floor, again snapping Nao Fook Yu's throat off of the ropes!"

Jim Jackson: "It looks like Melchiott has his target.  Melchiott rolls back into the ring and quickly forces Nao Fook Yu into the corner before stepping up onto the second rope and putting his other foot against Nao Fook Yu's throat!  The referee begins to count."

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

Brad Blood: "Melchiott jumps back just before the count of five.  He was cutting it close there and Nao Fook Mi is livid about it."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott taunts Nao Fook Mi before jumping up and catching Nao Fook Yu on the jaw with a shining wizard!  Melchiott sneers down at Nao Fook Mi as he stays on the second rope and pushes the point of his knee into Nao Fook Yu's throat!  Nao Fook Mi looks ready to jump in there as the referee begins counting."

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

Brad Blood: "Melchiott again drops down just before the five count, still staring down at Nao Fook Mi.  I don't get it, what does he have to gain here?  His problems are with Nao Fook Yu..."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott slaps Nao Fook Yu as she coughs from the recent offensive.  Melchiott kicks her in the gut, causing her to collapse into the corner.  With Nao Fook Yu down, Melchiott continues staring at Nao Fook Mi as he gives Nao Fook Yu a face wash with his boot.  Smiling down at Nao Fook Mi, Alexander kicks Nao Fook Yu in the face before hoping up, grabbing the top rope, and balancing there before swinging down and into Nao Fook Yu's chest with his knees!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott's creepy obsession with Nao Fook Mi is just weird.  He's brutalizing her sister right in front of her and he's enjoying doing it."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott pulls Nao Fook Yu out of the corner, disrespectfully slapping her as he pulls her up.  Melchiott soon throws Nao Fook Yu across the ring and into the turnbuckle.  Melchiott blows a kiss to Nao Fook Mi before charging into the corner, but Nao Fook Yu manages to backdrop him over the ropes and... oh!  Melchiott's upper back just hit the steel steps!  Melchiott yells out in pain as Nao Fook Mi urges her sister to capitalize."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott's back looks to be cut, but Nao Fook Yu might have some serious throat troubles!  Look at her, she's still gasping and coughing for air!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu, realizing the opportunity in front of her, Nao Fook Yu pulls herself onto the turnbuckle as Melchiott's back is attended to by a nearby ring-hand.  As Melchiott is helped to his feet, Nao Fook Yu flies onto Melchiott and the ring-hand, wiping them both out with a swanton!  The crowd is loving this!"

Brad Blood: "I'm glad I wasn't that ring-hand!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu wills herself forward, pulling Melchiott up and rolling him back into the ring.  Fook Yu climbs onto the apron before springboarding into the ring, wrapping her legs around Melchiott, and sending him for the ride with the hurricanrana!  Melchiott groggily pulls himself to his feet in the corner, only to be caught on the jaw by a running dropkick from Nao Fook Yu!  Nao Fook Yu runs across the ring before rushing back in and catching Melchiott with another dropkick to the face.  Nao Fook Yu turns and runs across the ring again before turning and catching Melchiott with a third dropkick right on the money!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott collapses out of the turnbuckle.  Nao Fook Yu waits for him to get to his feet before leaping to the top turnbuckle before leaping off and spearing her opponent from above executing a spine-tingling Express Delivery!  Nao Fook Yu hooks the leg for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott manages to kick out just before the three!  Nao Fook Yu looks at the referee, practically begging for the three, but he tells her it was only two.  Nao Fook Mi from ringside tries to give her sister some advice... but the distraction allows Melchiott to throw himself forward and essentially use his body to push Nao Fook Yu through the ropes and into her sister's lap!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott's back is bleeding pretty badly and he's looking pretty tired.  He NEEDS to get the win here soon."

Jim Jackson: "Alexander forces himself to his feet before running to the ropes and getting momentum for a low-dropkick through the ropes that knocks Nao Fook Yu into Nao Fook Mi!  Melchiott rolls Nao Fook Yu into the ring before climbing onto the apron.  Nao Fook Yu rushes him, but Melchiott catches her in the gut with a shoulder... Melchiott slingshots in and CURB STOMPS NAO FOOK YU!  MELCHIOTT JUST CURB STOMPED NAO FOOK YU!"

Brad Blood: "That was BRUTAL!  Nao Fook Yu isn't moving, Melchiott might be able to just pin her and walk away, but it doesn't look like he's content."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott pulls Nao Fook Yu towards the middle of the ring.  She's still mostly unresponsive, allowing Melchiott to cross Fook Yu's arms before swinging his legs over the crossed arms while falling onto his back.  Forming an "X" shape with his legs, Alexander begins pushing against Nao Fook Yu's neck while also pulling on her arms to maximize the pressure with the Moonlight Goodnight!  Nao Fook Yu is still out of it!  She realizes she's in a terrible position, but she's refusing to quit!  She's struggling to somehow reach the ropes, but she's fading.  This could be it..."

Brad Blood: "Nao Fook Yu is fading fast, but she's not going to quit!  Wait... Nao Fook Mi's just hoped onto the apron!  She's calling off the match!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by technical submission and STILL the RoC Lightweight Champion, Hotspur... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi felt that her sister's health was more important than this match.  Melchiott managed to deal out a lot of punishment to her throat, so Nao Fook Mi just couldn't stand by any longer watching her sister potentially suffer a career, or even life, threatening injury."

Brad Blood: "One thing-"

Alexander Melchiott: "No!"

Brad Blood, (and everyone else), looks over to where Alexander Melchiott is standing.  A ring-hand is again wiping off the blood from his back as a ring-side doctor prepares to attend to it.  However, Melchiott is holding his title in one hand and a microphone in the other.  Breathing heavily, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "No!  We are not having a match end like this!  So you know what?  You just earned yourself a shot at the Lightweight Championship."

Jim Jackson: "Wait... Melchiott is going to give Nao Fook Mi a shot at his title?"

Brad Blood: "He's already gone through one match, this is a stupid move!"

Alexander Melchiott: "You were the one who pinned me in the gauntlet.  As far as I am concerned, you have pinned the champion once and you're getting involved in my business, so you can have a title shot and you can have it RIGHT NOW!"

Melchiott tosses the microphone to the floor before pushing his title into the hands of a ring-hand.

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a-"

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott doesn't wait for the introductions!  He just blindsided Nao Fook Mi as she was trying to help the staff get her sister out of the ring!  Melchiott hits Nao Fook Mi on the back of the head with a series of forearm shots before sending her across the ring with an irish whip, but Nao Fook Mi comes back and sends Melchiott to the mat with a dropkick!  Melchiott rolls to the apron.  Nao Fook Mi grabs Melchiott, but Melchiott jabs her in the eye!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott quickly hooks Nao Fook Mi up and tries to lift her for a suplex to the outside!  Melchiott peppers Nao Fook Mi's ribs with a few punches before again going for the suplex, but Nao Fook Mi hits Melchiott on the top of the head before landing on the apron."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi hits Melchiott with a couple high kicks to the chest before kicking him in the gut and DDTing him onto the apron!  Vicious!  Nao Fook Mi pushes Melchiott towards the inside of the ring as she climbs onto the turnbuckle.  Nao Fook Mi leaps and connects with the flying crossbody block!  Nao Fook Mi doesn't go for the cover, instead running towards the ropes before jumping on them and springing back, catching Melchiott for a fantastic tornado DDT!  Nao Fook Mi hooks both legs here!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott shocks Nao Fook Mi by kicking out!  But Melchiott can stay in this only for so long... Nao Fook Mi is fresh whereas Melchiott has already gone through a war with Nao Fook Yu."

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott gets to his knees, only to again be lit up by a flurry of kicks to the chest, ended with a roundhouse to the head!  Melchiott attempts to push himself off of the mat, but only manages to get to a knee, allowing Nao Fook Mi to bounce off of the ropes and catch him with a brutal shining wizard!  Nao Fook Mi again hooks both legs for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood: "Melchiott again kicks out at the last second.  Nao Fook Mi looks tired of Melchiott.  She grabs him in a facelock and runs to the ropes, but Melchiott pushes her away and into the turnbuckle pads.  Melchiott quickly whips Nao Fook Mi into the ropes before bouncing off the opposite set... MELCHIOTT GOES LOW AND SPEARS NAO FOOK MI's KNEE!"

Jim Jackson: "That looked bad... Nao Fook Mi's knee might have taken some heavy damage there.  Notice though, Melchiott used his left shoulder there because he's right-handed.  That spear hurt him nearly as much as it did Nao Fook Mi.  Melchiott tries to shrug off the pain and stomps on Nao Fook Mi's knee!  Nao Fook Mi tries to cover her knee, but that only leaves her vulnerable for Melchiott to kick her right in the face!  Melchiott grabs the injured leg and rolls out of the ring, pulling Nao Fook Mi with him.  Nao Fook Mi tries to fight him off, but Melchiott still manages to slam her knee against the ring-post!  Nao Fook Mi screams out in pain, which seemingly only encourages Melchiott to do it a second time!"

Brad Blood: "The referee orders Melchiott back, and Melchiott looks happy to oblige as he drops to a crouched position while clutching at his shoulder.  Melchiott has taken a beating here tonight, no doubt about it."

Jim Jackson: "After trying to recover for a moment, Melchiott slides into the ring and rushes Nao Fook Mi, but he runs right into a deep arm-drag!  Melchiott gets back to his feet only to receive another!  Melchiott gets back up and is blasted with the enzuigiri!  Nao Fook Mi grabs Melchiott's left arm and gives him some payback.  She puts her boot onto the shoulder while holding the arm before falling back and letting the momentum nearly pop Melchiott's shoulder out of place!  Nao Fook Mi keeps hold of Melchiott's arm and twists it into an arm wringer, but Melchiott kicks her knee out from under her before catching her on the chin with a superkick!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott knows he has to finish this match as soon as possible and he's looking to do just that!"

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott grabs Nao Fook Mi's legs and entangles them into the figure four!  Nao Fook Mi screams out in pain, but begins dragging herself towards the ropes.  She reaches out... but isn't quite close enough!  Nao Fook Mi's hand hovers over the mat for a second before she shows her fortitude and pulls herself closer to the-"

Brad Blood: "Nao Fook Yu just threw in a towel!  The referee is stopping this contest!"

DING! DING! DING!

Jim Jackson: "Uh-oh, seems like trouble are brewing on between the twins."

Brad Blood: "Fook Mi and Fook Yu are getting arguing all the way back up the ramp! Alexander is merely watching from the ring, amused at the friction he just caused between the sisters."






"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura walks slowly out onto the stage, fireworks blast out behind him. The Rayward down the ramp, extending his hand for fans to high five. He lumbers up the stairs and takes a position in the middle of the ring, Raising hands over head.

Ray Kamaura: "The King of Fools, The Chaotic God, and the Rayward Son... This is going to be one hell of a match, a fight, a slobberknocker. All for the Ring of Chaos World Heavyweight Championship. I can't say I'm going to dominate, I can't say this is going to be easy...But I can say that tonight I'm going to win. I'm going to win and nothing can stop that. I'm going to do this to honor The Morbidly Obese Man. I'm going to do this for me, AND I'M GONNA DO THIS FOR ALL OF YOU!"

A fire burned inside of the Rayward Son. He was pacing around the ring with gusto as the crowd chanted for him. Ray slowed down and the fire faded.

Ray Kamaura: "But... If I fail you all again... This will be my last match."

The crowd fell silent, stunned by the revelation The Rayward Son proclaimed. Ray Kamaura, solemnly left the arena.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 08/09/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Aug 10, 2015 5:11 am



Johnny Fortune stands visibly frustrated in the parking lot in front of a variety of different cars and suv's along with a an average looking white male who is shaking as though he is terrified for his life. Johnny Fortune centers himself in the center of the shot with the white male on his right.

Johnny Fortune: "You can all obviously see I'm aggravated, not only because tonight I have to face two men one of which who should have been out of the picture for my title long long ago. I had come to peace with this, but the other day I brought one of the crews from Ring of Chaos to record me giving me a nice little performance for some pre-schoolers. I come here today to find that the man responsible for handling the footage, deleted it accidentally. This is him to my right, and his name is Tom. So Tom, I want you to apologize to our fans!"

The Chaotic God grabs Tom by the shirt collar as he starts to stutter out an apology.

Tom: "I-I'm really really sorry, about losing the footage. P-please forgive me!"

Tom begins to break out into tears, only to have Johnny Fortune let go of him.

Johnny Fortune: "You'll be fine friend, your only punishment is to stay here with me until the end of my little speech here."

Tom nods vigorously, The Fortunate One calms himself down and begins to speak on his match tonight.

Johnny Fortune: "Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Allister King, I have no qualms with you in particular. When you arrive on my screen, you make me smile. It's either you or your beautiful wife, don't know which but congrats anyway. Now, here's the thing Allister: You stand in my way so therefore you will be stepped on like an infantile maggot freshly hatched and trying to crawl the earth in an existence greater than his ancestors. The worst you can do is distract me from commencing with the decimation of the human drying paint that is Ray Kamaura."

Johnny Fortune: "Speaking of Raymond, I seriously don't understand why you're even here. As I recall, you are nothing but a waste of human space. When I look at you in the ring I'm tempted to search within the audience for an Asian chick with a nice ass and tattoos up and down her arms. And when you speak I find the sound of my own urine hitting the side of the toilet bowl more appealing. These are things that I'm pretty sure everybody knows by now, but in the very least you now know it as well. You're just taking up space here to be honest, you see I was no fan of The Morbidly Obese Man myself. But, for all of the space that he took up in this business his body at least knew when to give out on him and take him to that big buffet in the sky. Besides, at least he entertained me a little bit. It was so entertaining to watch his body jiggle around like that. The only jiggle that I watch more is Samantha's."

Johnny Fortune smiles at Tom and tries to give Tom a high five but Tom leaves him hanging in shock causing The Chaotic God to frown slightly.

Johnny Fortune: "Raymond, life works in mysterious ways. It's chaotic, and you refuse to embrace it. You want to continuously try to be everybody's inspiration? You want to try and win the title that should have been returned to me after that glutton croaked on top of my essence! Raymond, Allister I suggest you do what is right and kneel before a God before you are forced into it. Raymond you are a man, but what is a man to a King correct Allister? But what is a man to a God? I'll tell you what he is: Deader than a fat man who needs to be chopped up to fit in an incinerator."

Johnny Fortune begins to walk off before Tom decides to open his mouth.

Tom: "You know, I think the last thing you did was more interest-"

Before Tom could finish the thought The Fortunate one picks Tom up by the Collar and tosses him onto the windshield of an SUV behind them. The windshield cracks as Tom cries out in pain and Johnny Fortune gets on top of him pummeling his face in as The Chaotic God begins to scream in a primal rage.

Johnny Fortune: "WELL WHO'S FAULT THAT NOBODY SEES IT TOM?! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN FUCKING MOUTH YOU DIRTY LITTLE-"

The scene fades out on Johnny Fortune continuously pummeling Tom as screams of pain and rage are heard simultaneously.








VS

VS



Jim Jackson: "And here we are the main event of the evening, a triple threat for the RoC World Title! Allister King versus Johnny Fortune versus Ray Kamaura!"

Brad Blood: "And don't forget, earlier tonight Ray made an announcement that if he doesn't win the title, this will be his last match!"

Jim Jackson: "Well with an announcement like that, Ray Kamaura certainly has a lot at stake here tonight."

Brad Blood: "He's just being a big drama queen if you ask me. Anyway we should get on with the intro...~"

“Ultra Numb” by Blue Stahli blasts over the arena as Alexander Melchiott steps out from the back. Melchiott walks down to ringside, still favoring his arm. Nestled into his right-arm is the vacant RoC World Championship. As Melchiott arrives ringside, he instructs a ring-hand to place a chair for him as he sets the title on the commentary desk. After asking Brad Blood to step aside, Melchiott sits in Blood's seat.

Alexander Melchiott: "Jim, it's good to see you. I just came down here to not only watch some of our finest compete for the World Championship, but to be present to reward the victor with his new title belt. I;m also here to make sure there's no trouble during this match. We want a decisive win and a decisive champion."

Jim Jackson: "So you won't be staying to do commentary?"

Alexander Melchiott: "Unfortunately not, Jim. You are going to be stuck with Brad."

A loud "Hey!" is heard in the background.

Alexander Melchiott: "But before this match starts, I'd be happy to talk about the competitors and the overall situation with the championship. As we know, Thaddeus Rex was stripped of the title unfairly. Now, I've given Rex the opportunity to earn his way into this match, but it didn't work out. I have still promised Rex, the uncrowned champion, a singles match for the gold somewhere down the line."

Jim Jackson: "So do you think Thaddeus Rex would make a good champion?"

Alexander Melchiott: "I think Thaddeus would be a very good champion. He's a tough guy, someone who could represent this company pretty well. I mean, just looking at him sends chills down your spine! He's a perfect monster for posters and promos; he's as legitimate of a badass as they come."

Jim Jackson: "Give me your thoughts on Ray Kamaura. Do you think he would make for a good champion in your new Age of Opportunity?"

Alexander Melchiott: "I'm not going to lie, Ray and I used to be tight. I don't know what came across and caused him to be so hostile to me, but no; I do not think Ray Kamaura would make for a good World Champion right now. I've often criticized Ray for needing more work. He's still got a long way to go before I think of him as Championship material. The guy is good in the ring, don't get me wrong, but I just don't feel he's ready to be a champion that can stand out."

Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura is a former World Champion-"

Alexander Melchiott: "And he never defeated Thaddeus to earn that distinction. When it come to the World Championship, you think of guys like Shogun and Thaddeus because they are dominant. I just don't think that Ray, during his reign, was dominant and I don't think he'll be a good champion right now."

Jim Jackson: "You think he'll improve over time then? Well, what about Allister King?"

Alexander Melchiott: "Allister King is a joke and a mockery of what this business is about! He's a boring idiot, plain and simple. Provided that he wins here tonight, I'll make it understood that he keeps on his best behavior when representing Ring of Chaos."

Jim Jackson: "And that leaves Johnny Fortune, who you've had issue with in the past. What about him?"

Alexander Melchiott: "You know, I could sit here and say that Johnny Fortune doesn't deserve to be in there, and to some extent that argument would be correct. But let me tell you, I was impressed with the man I met in that ring and I was impressed with his rebound after losing to me. Out of the three options, I think Fortune is the best, on paper, champion. He's young but he's got all the skills to be a big star in this industry. Like Kamaura, he needs a little more experience before he ends up where I want him to be. It looks like Alice is getting ready to introduce the competitors, so I'll go take my seat and watch the action unfold."

With that, Melchiott takes off Blood's headset and heads over to the chair he had the ring-hand set up. Melchiott takes a seat as he prepares to watch what should be an interesting battle.

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall and is for the ROC WORLD TITLE! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, The King of Fools, The Jester of the Ring... ALLISTER KING!"

Blue and Red lights shine throughout the arena as Hammerfall's "Any Means Necessary" begins to play. Allister King, walks out onto the entrance ramp to a thunderous roar of the crowd. He poses on the top of the ramp as white pyrotechnics begin to rain down behind him. He continues to walk down to the ring, smiling to the crowd. He high fives a few off the audience members before sliding into the ring. He poses once more for the crowd, hands Samantha his sunglasses and jacket before heading to his corner.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District, San Francisco, California... He's The Fortunate One, The Chaotic God... JOHNNY FORTUNE"

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

Alice Aoi: "Introducing last, standing at 7 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 300 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... The Rayward Son... RAY KAMAURA!"

"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura walks slowly out onto the stage, fireworks blast out behind him. The Rayward down the ramp, extending his hand for fans to high five. He lumbers up the stairs and takes a position in the middle of the ring, Raising hands over head.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell! Johnny Fortune and Ray Kamaura predictably went after each other from the get go. These two have been in a race for the top spot here in RoC for a while now. Allister King meanwhile is sitting back taking his time watching Kamaura and Fortune go at it. Kamaura knocks The Fortunate One back with hard rights. Big lariat takes Fortune down! Kamaura whips around and spots The King of Fools... King ducks away just as Kamaura tries to grab him... King off the second rope with a springboard spin kick... Kamaura dodges it and clocks him with a spinning backfist! King is sent sprawling! Irish whip sends King to the corner... Fortune staggers to his feet, Kamaura Irish whip him into King! Wait! The Jester of the Ring slips away at the last second and Fortune slams into the turnbuckles hard! King off the ropes... Springboard tornado DDT on Kamaura! Fortune stumbles forward... Enzuigiri by King... Fortune ducks! Big knee by Fortune clocks King! King is down! Fortune for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Allister gets a shoulder up at two! He quickly scrambles away before Johnny can follow-up any sort of offense. One thing you can say about Allister, he has running away mastered... Johnny chases after Allister... They don't notice Ray!"

Jim Jackson: "Discus clothesline by Ray Kamaura... Allister King ducks but The Chaotic God nearly gets clocked! King with a springboard crossbody... Kamaura sidesteps and King hits Fortune who was just getting back to his feet! Irish whip by Kamaura sends The King of Fools crashing hard into the turnbuckles... King slumps to the ground, his back to the turnbuckles... Kamaura charges... Cannonball! He just smashes right into King! Fortune staggers to his feet... Corkscrew scissor kick by Kamaura sends him out through the middle rope! King staggers to his feet. Kamaura with a big right, King ducks under it! King off the second rope... NO! Kamaura catches him!"

Brad Blood: "Johnny leaps back to the apron... RAY JUST THREW ALLISTER AT JOHNNY! BOTH MEN FALL TO THE OUTSIDE! Wait what's Ray doing? He just grabbed the top rope... This is crazy... HOLY SHIT!"

Jim Jackson: "SLINGSHOT SENTON BY RAY KAMAURA TAKES BOTH ALLISTER KING AND JOHNNY FORTUNE OUT! THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura raises his fist in the air as the crowd erupts in cheers. Kamaura grabs Johnny Fortune and throws him back into the ring! Kamaura climbs up to the apron... Allister King trips his leg! Kamaura's neck lands on the top rope and he falls backwards! King leaps to the apron! Springboard moonsault to the outside... THE KING OF FOOLS JUST TOOK OUT KAMAURA! WAIT HERE COMES FORTUNE THROUGH THE SECOND ROPE! KING SIDESTEPS AND CATCHES HIM WITH AN UPPERCUT IN MID-AIR! Fortune flops to the ground! The crowd goes wilder!"

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

Brad Blood: "Holysonnuvahornygoat! Don't tell me Allister is gonna win this... How is this... Wait! LOOK! ON TOP OF THE ENTRANCE RAMP! IT'S T-REX! T-REX HAS COME OUT! ALLISTER SEES HIM! HE SQUEALS LIKE A GIRL AND BOLTS! ALLISTER GOES THROUGH THE CROWD AND RUNS AWAY! THADDEUS GIVES CHASE! HOLY CRAP ALLISTER MAY HAVE JUST FORFEITED HIS ROC WORLD TITLE CHANCE FOR THE SAKE OF SELF-PRESERVATION! WAIT! ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT STEPS IN AND BLOCKS THADDEUS REX'S WAY! The two wrestlers are exchanging words, T-Rex doesn't look happy... I don't know what he said but Alexander just sent T-Rex away! Allister can now come back to..."

Jim Jackson: "I think he's not even in the general vicinity anymore Brad, Alexander Melchiott signals and the match goes on without Allister King, Ray Kamaura is the first to his feet. He staggers towards the ring... Johnny Fortune also starts to stir... Both mean climb up to the apron... Fortune is able to throw some hard shots but Kamaura is able to weather the blows... Kamaura throws a big left hook... Fortune ducks under it and slips into the ring! Kamaura tries to grab him... Fortune counters with a mule kick though the ropes! Kamaura staggers a bit but maintains his balance! Fortune goes for a second shoulder block through the ropes... Kamaura dodges and counters with a kick to the face! Kamaura over the top rope... Sunset flip! He has both of Fortune's shoulders down!"

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

Brad Blood: "Johnny kicks out at two and quickly rolls away! People tend to forget the speed and agility of Ray due to his size. He's probably one of the fastest big men in the wrestling scene today."

Jim Jackson: "Johnny Fortune goes on the offensive. He starts pelting Ray Kamaura with low kicks to the shin. Kamaura starts guarding his shin... Fortune goes for the midsection! Wait Kamaura blocks it and catches Fortune's leg! Dragon legscrew takes The Fortunate One down! Kamaura off the second rope... Springboard body splash! He flattens Fortune! Fortune crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up... Ray Kamaura grabs Johnny Fortune by the forearm, twisting them around, after three twists delivers and jumping spin kick to Johnny Fortune's mid section... He connects with his signature move Better Luck Next Time! Kamaura hooks the leg! "

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

Brad Blood: "Johnny manages to kick out of that one! But it looks like Ray is weathering him down... Ray confirms with the ref that he only got a two count... He pulls Johnny up.... Eye rake by Johnny! Ray clutches his eyes and is momentarily blinded! The ref gives Johnny a warning!"

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by The Chaotic God sends Ray Kamaura crashing to the corner... Running dropkick by Johnny Fortune connects! Kamaura slumps down! Ray Kamaura is sitting in the corner, head resting on the second turnbuckle. Johnny Fortune gets a wild look in his eyes, licks his lips. Johnny Fortune is running straight for Ray Kamaura. Johnny Fortune jumps up and kicks Ray Kamaura straight in the head. My Lord that's Chaos Theory! Fortune for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Ray gets a shoulder up! Johnny can't believe it! He thought he had it there! Johnny brutally attacks Ray by stomping his head into the canvas multiple times! Johnny's vicious streak is starting to come out! The crowd boos in disapproval."

Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura tries to get back to his feet... Johnny Fortune grabs his head... DDT! Kamaura just got planted to the canvas! Here comes Fortune with a punt... Right unto the side of Kamaura's head! Fortune goes for the cover! Kamaura has a leg up on the bottom rope! Fortune grabs the leg... He starts to set it up for a sharpshooter! Wait! Kamaura powers out of it and kicks The Chaotic God off! Fortune bounces off the ropes... Lariat by Kamaura takes him down! Kamaura this time grabs Fortune's legs... Fortune bends up and catches Kamaura's head! Guillotine choke! No! Kamuara pops his head out! Fortune rolls and goes for a cobra clutch! He has it locked in! No! Kamaura manages to power out of it! Fortune with a dropkick sends Kamaura reeling! A second dropkick sends the big man down! Fortune goes for a figure four leglock! He makes it!"

Brad Blood: "We can see pain etched on the big man's face... Wait! Ray is trying to flip over! He's trying to reverse the figure four leglock! We can see Johnny's eyes go wild as Ray is turning over... HE MAKES IT! IT'S JOHNNY NOW WHO IS IN TROUBLE! Ray just reversed the figure four leglock!"

Jim Jackson: "Johnny Fortune struggles to get to the ropes.... He makes it! Ray Kamaura releases the hold... Fortune throws a wild right, his arm gets caught by Kamaura! Ippon seoi nage by Kamaura sends The Fortune One to the canvas! Fortune staggers to his feet.... Ray Kamaura falls back and bounces off the ropes before drop kicking Johnny Fortune. KABLAM! Fortune is down but he rolls unto the apron! Kamaura goes out to the apron and drags Fortune back up to his feet. Big uppercut by Fortune catches Kamaura! Kamaura staggers Fortune with a high kick to the side of Kamaura's head... The big man is rocked but grabs on to the top rope to keep himself from falling... Fortune backs away a bit... He's going for a knee strike... No! Kamaura blocks it and counters with an elbow to the head! Fortune is rocked... Kamaura leaps up... FRANKENSTEINER FROM THE APRON! FORTUNE IS JUST SENT CRASHING HEAD FIRST TO THE OUTSIDE! THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Brad Blood: "Holy shit indeed! Johnny is not moving at all! Oh wait! I think his left leg is twitching... Ray raises his arms as the crowd starts cheering for him!"

Crowd: "RAY! RAY! RAY! RAY! RAY!"

Brad Blood: "Ray should stop showboating and basking from the cheers and go back to business, he mustn't let Johnny recover!"

Jim Jackson: "I think he heard you Brad, Ray Kamaura throws The Chaotic God back into the ring... He quickly follows and signals for his finisher! Ray Kamaura kicks Johnny Fortune in the gut causing Johnny Fortune to double over, Ray Kamaura bounces off the ropes and runs past Johnny Fortune, rebounds off the ropes and jumps... FORTUNE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND AND KAMAURA'S BOOT MISSES! Fortune hangs on the ropes to keep himself up. Kamaura charges in... Fortune pulls the top rope down... Kamaura expected it and brakes in time! Big European uppercut rocks Fortune! Kamaura grabs Fortune... He has The Fortunate One in a camel clutch! This is bad for Fortune!"

Brad Blood: "I'll say... In his weakened condition, Johnny is more than waist deep in caca! In fact I'll say he's neck deep! Wait Johnny manages to unhook one of his arm from Ray's leg... He's reaching for the ropes... He's close... He makes it! Johnny gets the rope break he needed."

Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura releases his hold and The Chaotic God pulls himself back to the ropes... Johnny Fortune is looking spent right now... I don't think he has anything left... Kamaura like a shark smelling blood in the water slowly stalks Fortune... Fortune quickly rolls out of the ring and to the outside! Kamaura quickly follows!"

Brad Blood: "Smart move by Johnny, he needs to gather his strength back and he can't do that if he can't find time away from Ray. Johnny staggers away, Ray rushes towards him... Johnny goes back up unto the apron and rolls back inside the ring. Ray leaps to the apron and enters the ring..."

Jim Jackson: "Bicycle kick by The Chaotic God knocks Ray Kamaura down unto the mat! Big knee drop by Johnny Fortune! Fortune mounts Kamaura's chest and starts raining down hammer fists! Kamaura bucks and throws Fortune off of him! Fortune rolls and gets back up to his feet! Looks like Fortune has found his second wind... Kamaura tries to shake things off... Big running boot by Fortune catches Kamaura on the head as the big man was trying to get up! Ray Kamaura lying on the ground facing the floor, Johnny Fortune ties the legs of Ray Kamaura around his left leg and reels their arms back with his boot on the back of Ray Kamaura's head and brutally forces the head of Ray Kamaura to the ground with his foot. Ray Kamaura just experienced the Chaotic Communion! Fortune for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "RAY GETS A SHOULDER UP! THE CROWD GOES WILD! Johnny slams his palms unto the canvas in frustration. He argues with the ref, looks like he's accusing the ref for counting slow! Ray slowly rises to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs... Johnny doesn't see Ray behind him... Ray whips Johnny around... Johnny ducks! THE REF JUST GOT CLOCKED! The ref is down!"

Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura kicks Johnny Fortune in the gut causing Johnny Fortune to double over, Ray Kamaura bounces off the ropes and runs past Johnny Fortune, rebounds off the ropes and jumps, placing his foot on Johnny Fortune'S head, forcing it into the mat! CARRY ON! Kamaura just hit his finisher on Fortune! Kamaura for the cover! No! The ref is still out! Kamaura tries to wake the ref... The ref starts to stir... Wait The Fortunate One is up! Fortune staggers to his feet... Kamaura charges towards Fortune... Fortune sidesteps and plants a right unto Kamaura's jaw! Johnny Fortune wraps his hands around the back of Ray Kamaura's head and swiftly drives his knee into the head of Ray Kamaura! He might just have incapacitated Ray Kamaura with that move! What an Unfortunate End! Fortune for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "JOHNNY DOES IT! JOHNNY WINS THE ROC WORLD TITLE AGAIN!"

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "What a match! Johnny Fortune manages to win tonight's match and once again reclaim the gold! Wait does this mean that Ray Kamaura is going to retire? Kamaura is getting up... He's leaving the ring... He takes one look back to the ring then to the crowd before he starts heading to the back!"

Crowd: "DON'T GO RAY! DON'T GO RAY!"

Brad Blood: "The crowd is chanting their support for Kamaura but it doesn't look like its getting through... Is this really the last we've seen of Ray? Well Johnny doesn't care he's gleefully celebrating his win inside the ring."






Jim Jackson: "What an evening! I still cannot believe that Ray Kamaura is retiring from the ring! The crowd is still chanting loudly hoping to convince Kamaura to not go on with his plan on retiring."

Crowd: "DON'T GO RAY! DON'T GO RAY!"

Brad Blood: "Dammit Ray! Stop being a pussy and come back! You still have a lot of ass-kicking left in you!"

Jim Jackson: "Why the sudden change of heart Brad? I thought you didn't like Ray Kamaura much. Wait what are you holding over there?"

Brad Blood: "What? This? This is nothing! This isn't..."

Jim Jackson: "Is that a photoshopped naked picture of Ray Kamaura you are holding?"

Brad Blood: "No! This is not..."

Brad proceeds to stuff the picture in his mouth and swallows it after chewing it a bit.

Brad Blood: "I have nothing in my hands! Nothing!"

Jim Jackson merely shakes his head and closes the show.

Jim Jackson: "It seems we may have lost another superstar tonight folks, first it was The Morbidly Obese Man, tonight... Tonight, it may very well be the last we see of Ray Kamaura... I join my voice with all the wrestling fans here tonight in saying don't go Ray! Hopefully he will have a change of heart. Until next time... Good fight and good night!"



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