Chaos Supreme 09/06/2015

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Chaos Supreme 09/06/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Sep 07, 2015 4:31 am



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Jim Jackson: "We have tonight's dark match about to commence in mere moments. In this contest, we will have John E. Hendrix doing battle against the man they call Taufik."

Brad Blood: "The thing to remember about this is that where Taufik is found, Odin isn't too far behind. Master and Apprentice, The Rule of Two."

Jim Jackson: "They aren't Sith, they are just religious extremists I think, or maybe that's being racist? "

Brad Blood: "Pretty sure that's racist."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing in at 5 feet 8 inches tall, hailing from Los Angeles, California ... JOHN E. HENDRIX!"

Silence. Then slowly a volume of music is being increased as a hippy van entrance the arena and "Truckin" is being played by "Grateful Dead" through the van's speakers....  and van is being parked next to the ring...

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 225 pounds, hailing from Sinapore, Thailand ...  "The Saviour" TAUFIK!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: " And right when the bell rings, Taufik runs in and kicks Hendrix right into the family jewels. The referee is calling for the DQ. Taufik doesn't even care about the decision."

DING! DING! DING!

Brad Blood: " Don't look now but here comes Odin. They begin a double team beatdown on John. Stomping a mudhole in his ass."

Jim Jackson: "Taufik exits the ring and grabs the singapore cane. Looking to add insult to injury. Odin holds Hendrix in a full nelson while taufik delivers the finishing blow. NO! Hendrix fights out and Odin takes the headshot. Purple Haze into the eyes of the saviour. He is setting up for the Stairway to Heaven."

Brad Blood: "Who is that! Some hooded character jumped over the ring and is attacking Hendrix! Odin recovers and is joining in on the attack. Why isn't security doing anything? Oh right, cause they aren't cops."

Jim Jackson: " Taufik steals a bottle of water from a fan to clear his vision while the beatdown continues. And now the three of them are laying the smackdown on his candy ass. Why does that sound familiar? Triple powerbomb to John E . These three men pose over the mangled body as security finally enter the ring to stop any more violence."

Brad Blood: "But Jim, who is that guy and what is his connection to Taufik?"

Jim Jackson: "Maybe we can get some answers from Taufik soon."








Jim Jackson:  "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another night of great wrestling!  And tonight we have a treat in store for everyone watching."

Brad Blood:  "We have a tranny fighting a terrorist in a steel cage!  We have The King of Fools tied to T-Rex in a Texas bull rope match, then we have a still to be announced main event!"

Jim Jackson:  "That's right, tonight's card is a little loaded, so lets get things rolling!  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






As the show opens, Alexander Melchiott can be seen standing in the ring.  He looks understandably annoyed as he waits for the show's opening to conclude.  Finally, he brings the microphone to his lips.

Alexander Melchiott: "Was ANYONE satisfied with RoC's last show?  No?  That's what I figured."

The fans look on, sort of perplexed, as Melchiott turns his attention to the back.

Alexander Melchiott: "LEE MORRISON!  Our deal was that I, Alexander Melchiott, handled booking -- not you!  Why did we make this deal?  So that things like last show don't happen.  So Lee, next time there is legal that gets in the way of booking, TALK TO ME BEFORE YOU DO A GOD DAMNED THING!"

Alexander shows his outrage as he throws his sunglasses to the ground at ringside, breaking them.

Alexander Melchiott: "How many times are you going to meddle in business that you don't belong in?  How many times are you going to strip a champion and lower the prestige of not only the belt, but of the product as well?  AND HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO CANCEL OUR MAIN EVENT?"

Looking questioningly towards the back, Alexander waits a moment for a response before turning and walking back to the center of the ring.

Alexander Melchiott: "That's what I thought.  Now, you've left me in, yet another, unenviable position as I have to clean up your mess.  Had you come to me last week, I would have given you two option; either strip King and let Shadow find a new partner, or let them go out and get beaten by the Full Time Killers for the titles.  At least in those scenarios, we have our Main Event and we have a true title match.  So here's what I am going to do tonight; since The Oriental Spices are out of the picture and Sawyer and Serrano are stick dealing with past mistakes, I'm making a quick judgement call so that we can have new champs as soon as possible.  So, Lokii Weaver and Charlotte Sable vs. Beauty and the Geek has just become a number one contender's match!  The winner of that match will go on to face the Full Time Killers for the titles at our next show!"

Some cheers are heard at the prospect of Beauty and the Geek possibly pulling off the upset.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now, this brings me to Shadow Callahan who was unjustly punished for his partner's actions.  Therefore, I deem it only fair to award an undefeated champion with a spectacular opportunity... tonight, Shadow Callahan will face Johnny Fortune in the Main Event for the RoC World Championship!"

More cheering is heard at the announcement of the Main Event.

Alexander Melchiott: "And now finally, this brings me to the despicable actions of Sawyer and Serrano.  Berry Sawyer was supposed to face Entropy, but instead tossed an inexperienced girl in to replace him.  That's unacceptable.  Now, maybe I wouldn't be quite so annoyed if Sawyer had kept his nose out of my business, but instead, Sawyer assaulted me at the end of my bout with Edmundo Alejandro Serrano.  So tonight, I will give Berry Sawyer the chance to prove that he's a real man when I challenge him to step into the ring with your RoC Lightweight Champion of the world!"

Having said that, Melchiott drops the microphone and stares into the camera for a moment with a look of pure malice before rolling out of the ring and heading to the back.


"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas begins to play throughout the arena. The fans began cheering for their favorite wrestler, the Rayward Son! Ray finally burst forth from the backstage area and sprinted to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. Ray jumped to his feet with a renewed vigor and began addressing the world.

Ray Kamaura: "I'm not here to talk about how I got screwed, or how I'm going to retire, or leave, or come back here all pissed off and break shit... Alex, I'm telling you, simply, that I want to earn the RoC World Heavyweight Championship! I want you to put me in what every matches you see fit, against whoever you see fit, until I have fought, tooth and nail, clawing my way back to the top. Can you do that for an old friend?"

The Crowd roared in excitement as Ray Kamaura stood waiting for a reply.


Stopped by Ray, Alexander looks perplexed.

Alexander Melchiott: "I thought you were going to retire if you didn't win the title?  Regardless you say that you want to set everything in the past aside and start fresh?"

Alexander ponders for a moment before continuing.

Alexander Melchiott: "Fine."

Melchiott answers without emotion, getting some quizzical looks from the crowd in response.

Alexander Melchiott: "I have given Shadow Callahan a title match tonight due to Lee Morrison screwing him out of his tag title, but I am done GIVING opportunities.  I've been waiting to see someone TAKE an opportunity and next show, that's exactly what's going to happen."

Melchiott pauses for a brief moment.

Alexander Melchiott: "However... I'm a bit, how you say, unconventional.  So next show, we will have a Battle Royale to determine the new number one contender!  HOWEVER!  The winner of the Battle Royale will have the priviledge of waiting to get his title shot while he recovers.  The man or woman who manages to survive until the end will not be forgotten about because I'm tired of no one giving credit to the person who ALMOST wins.  So, the person who comes in second place in the Battle Royale will have a match for the World Championship later on THAT NIGHT!"

Alexander steps up to Ray and looks him in the eyes.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now Ray, you're in that match.  You don't have to win, you just have to survive until the final two to earn a shot for the title.  If you should fail this, you'll have to start from the back of the line, got it?  Now, I have some business to attend to, so if you'll excuse me..."

Without waiting for a response, Melchiott drops the microphone and heads out of the ring.
Stopped by Ray, Alexander looks perplexed.

Alexander Melchiott: "I thought you were going to retire if you didn't win the title?  Regardless you say that you want to set everything in the past aside and start fresh?"

Alexander ponders for a moment before continuing.

Alexander Melchiott: "Fine."

Melchiott answers without emotion, getting some quizzical looks from the crowd in response.

Alexander Melchiott: "I have given Shadow Callahan a title match tonight due to Lee Morrison screwing him out of his tag title, but I am done GIVING opportunities.  I've been waiting to see someone TAKE an opportunity and next show, that's exactly what's going to happen."

Melchiott pauses for a brief moment.

Alexander Melchiott: "However... I'm a bit, how you say, unconventional.  So next show, we will have a Battle Royale to determine the new number one contender!  HOWEVER!  The winner of the Battle Royale will have the priviledge of waiting to get his title shot while he recovers.  The man or woman who manages to survive until the end will not be forgotten about because I'm tired of no one giving credit to the person who ALMOST wins.  So, the person who comes in second place in the Battle Royale will have a match for the World Championship later on THAT NIGHT!"

Alexander steps up to Ray and looks him in the eyes.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now Ray, you're in that match.  You don't have to win, you just have to survive until the final two to earn a shot for the title.  If you should fail this, you'll have to start from the back of the line, got it?  Now, I have some business to attend to, so if you'll excuse me..."

Without waiting for a response, Melchiott drops the microphone and heads out of the ring.






"Two Sides of the Coin" by KISS starts playing on the speakers as Bob Bobbie and Christy Chase burst forth from the back.  A flashy light show comes on as both wrestlers hype the fans up from the top of the entrance ramp.  Bob Bobbie descends first, soon followed by Christy Chase as both wrestlers enter the ring to the cheers from the fans.

Bob Bobbie:  "Evenin' folks!  It seems that tonight you all shall see Beauty and the Geek in action.  Now before you all say anythin', I know that our *ahem* track record hasn't been really impressive.  In fact, you've all pretty much see me and my partner Christy fail again and again despite our best efforts, but you know what?  It doesn't matter...  I've experienced failure before but that never stopped me.  I've been told that I could never be a wrestler yet here I am!  Tonight, we'll be going against Charlotte Sable and Lokii Weaver, whether we win or lose, we shall give it our all."

The crowd cheers showing their support for the underdog tag team.


Christy Chase steps forth and Bobbie hands her the mic.

Christy Chase:  "Well said Bob, well said.  As mentioned by my partner, we have been the underdogs for a long time.  But even underdogs will have their day...  When you are at the bottom, there's no place to go but up.  Charlotte and Lokii, you may think we will be a cakewalk but you are mistaken.  Even if we lose, we will put up a fight that you shall never forget."

Chase raises her arm up in the air with her hands balled up in a fist as the crowd begins to cheer again.  Their music begins to play once more as both wrestlers make their exit and heads to the back.






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Jim Jackson: "Up next on the show, we have an inter gender tag team match as The Beauty and The Geek taking on the team of Lokii Weaver and Charlotte Sable. It wasn't that long ago that Sable emerged onto the scene as the bodyguard of Weaver and has been making made short work of her opponents."

Brad Blood: "You know a man and a woman can't be within that close proximity of each other for that long amount of time without the beast with two backs so I wonder is it really just a bodyguard relationship or is it more? Ya know like that movie that people only know the song from? With that famous dead singer bitch, what's her name? Wendy Texas or something like that"

Jim Jackson: "Whitney Houston"

Brad Blood: "Yeah, that slut. Anyway i think it's about time we get this show on the road and let's get it on"

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

"Two Sides of the Coin" by KISS starts playing on the speakers as Bob Bobbie and Christy Chase burst forth from the back. A flashy light show comes on as both wrestlers hype the fans up from the top of the entrance ramp. Bob Bobbie descends first, soon followed by Christy Chase as both wrestlers enter the ring to the cheers from the fans.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing their opponents, At a combined weight of 440 pounds, ... LOKII WEAVER AND CHARLOTTE SABLE!"

"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, accompanied by Charlotte Sable. 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. Nimble! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "It will be Charlotte and Christy starting off the match. Chase walks straight into a hard lariat. Sable follows up the offensive with a spinning neckbreaker. She whips her into the ropes but Chase reverses and sends her instead, Sable ducks the clothesline and connects with a spear."

Brad Blood: "Instead of covering, she throws Christy into the corner and challenges B2 to get into the ring. He makes the tag and runs in and connects with the enzugiri that rocks Sable. He follows up with a hurricanrana before running to the ropes and hitting a Lionsault. He hooks the leg but it's a kick out before the 1 count "

Jim Jackson: "He tags Chase back in and the two hit the double team suplex. They pick her up and whip her into the ropes before hitting the double clothesline. Bobbie leaves the ring as Christy goes the pin"

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

Brad Blood: "Christy climbs to the top turnbuckle. She jumps and attempts a corkscrew elbow drop but Charlotte rolls out of the way at the last second. Sable runs in and picks Chase up and slams her a spinebuster chokeslam like move."

Jim Jackson: "Lokii has yet to even tag into the match. Charlotte lifts her up and uppercuts her street fighter style. She throws Chase into Bob causing them to collide heads. Bobbie falls down on the outside while Christy stumbles backwards."

Brad Blood: "With her opponent stunned, Sable brings her foot up and puts her weight right into a big kick to their head. She calls that move Volatile. Lokii is telling her to finish this."

Jim Jackson: "She signals for the end. Charlotte stands behind Chase and bends them forward pulling on of their arms between their legs, while hooking the other one into a pumphandle. Sable then lifts the opponent up over her shoulder, then falling forward to slam them into the mat, back first! TEMPERMENTAL RELEASE!"

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

Brad Blood: "Bob Bobbie comes in for the save!  Charlotte sends Bobbie over the ropes with a dropkick!  Wait!  Chase from behind!  She rolls Charlotte up!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winners of the match by way of pinfall ... The team of Bob Bobbie and Christy Chase...  BEAUTY AND THE GEEK!"

Jim Jackson: "Because he didn't lift a single finger, Lokii has cost their team the match"

Brad Blood: "Charlotte indeed showed us how powerful she can truly be, but she came up short, things would certainly be different if Lokii had entered the fight."




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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/06/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Sep 07, 2015 4:56 am



Fabulously standing backstage, RoC's transsexual superstar Boy Bakla commanded the attention of everyone watching.  Beside Bakla is a big 55 inch flat screen with the Ring of Chaos Logo on it.  As the camera slowly pans closer to get a better shot, Bakla begins her little segment.

Boy Bakla:  "Never thought that you'd be blind and stupid at the same time Rafik."

Bakla points a remote and clicks play towards the screen as a video from two weeks ago begins to play.


Rafik Arfah is in the backstage area walking. He seems uncomfortable.

Rafik Arfah: “What is this place? I never been here.”


Bakla pauses the video.

Boy Bakla:  "Seriously?  Why are you even here Rafik?  You do not know that a backstage area exists?  Where do you think we've been conducting interviews?  Where do you pass by every time you head for the ring from your locker room?  It's really hard to fathom how a person of such limited intelligence even found his way to this business, does such a person really exist?  But again the video does not lie..."

Bakla again rewinds and plays the same segment on the TV screen.


Rafik Arfah is in the backstage area walking. He seems uncomfortable.

Rafik Arfah: “What is this place? I never been here.”


With a heavy sigh Bakla could only shake his head.

Boy Bakla:  "Wow, just wow...  I really have no words...  But then again only someone stupid and ignorant can spout words of bigotry and hate...  Only someone stupid and ignorant can think that words that discriminate, belittle or insult people that have proudly chosen to be themselves."

Bakla clicks the remote and another segment from the interview two weeks ago is played.


" Rafik Arfah: “Well, you all heard the news. At the next show, I will be facing the cockmonger known as "Boy" Bakla. Or as I call him, Bukkakla. Because he likes cum in his face.“  

Rafik simulates the act of ejaculation.  

Rafik Arfah: “I have been waiting for this match for months. I wanted to kill that little runt forever now. I would have stabbed backstage, but I'm not allowed to fight him.. let alone kill him.”  "


A spark of anger is seen in Biy Bakla's eyes as she pauses the video and continues with her oration.

Boy Bakla:  "There is no room here in Ring of Chaos for this type of ignorance and hate.  It is unacceptable that a person is hated because of their color, their race, or even their preferred gender.  It is that sort of thinking that makes man take a backstep instead of stepping forward.  But tonight...  TONIGHT I SHALL CORRECT THAT PROBLEM HERE IN ROC!  Tonight, inside the steel cage, I shall fight for everyone that has been bullied, oppressed and abused just because they are different.  Rafik Arfah shall be made an example of as everyone watching will know that there is no room here in Ring of Chaos for bigotry and blind hatred.  I shall pound it into his brain that ignorance and stupidity is not an excuse, so be prepared Rafik because this bitch will school you and your lesson shall be your undoing."

With that Bakla flicks the remote to over her shoulders and walks off as the screen fades to black.






Rafik Arfah is seen in his locker room preparing for his Steel Cage match.

Rafik Arfah: "Hello cameraman. I am in the locker room as all can see. I would tell you it's my first time here and I don't know this place, but some idiots wouldn't get the joke."

Rafik shakes his head.

Rafik Arfah: "Well, this is it. It's the big cage match. And there's a big fight feel. Can you feel it? Coming in the air tonight? Oh lord."

Rafik sits down.

Rafik Arfah: "Bakla.. he likes to talk shit about me. He talks shit in general. He thinks because he is a transsexual, he needs to be treated extra special. I don't do that. I hurt everyone and belittle everyone equally."

He takes a drink of water.

Rafik Arfah: "He thinks I am an ignorant hateful person. I AM a hateful person. But sure as hell not ignorant. I don't hate disgusting trannies like you because of their fake genders. I just hate you. Because you are a bad person. A real putrid asshole. I know I am quite the asshole too. But you are just something else."  

Rafik starts to chuckle.

Rafik Arfah: "Whatever. It doesn't matter. Because we are gonna end this feud inside a steel cage. It is gonna come down to a clean finish. No bullshit. We are gonna settle like this men.. or I will settle it like a man and you will settle it like whatever you are. Realize this, tonight I am not a stuck in cage with you.. you are stuck in a cage with me."

Rafik starts to laugh in a bizarre manner.

Rafik Arfah: "Listen, Bakla, there is nothing you can do to me that you haven't done before.. you robbed me of two title shots and you embarrassed me. I just want to get even.. all the stuff I did to you before don't matter. All that matters is tonight.. think I'm scared of the cage? Haha. Nope. Do you happen to plan on busting me wide open?"

Rafik searches his bag for something. He takes out a glass bottle.

Rafik Arfah: "I will beat you to it."  

RAFIK SMASHES THE BEER BOTTLE OVER HIS HEAD AND HIS BLOOD STARTS FLOWING.

RAFIK ARFAH: "I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A SHOT LIKE ]THIS SINCE WE HAD OUR FIRST FIGHT. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR MONTHS.  I WANT TO TEAR OFF YOUR FACE AND LEAVE YOU BROKEN IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN BLOOD. AND I WILL. OH I WILL.
 
He begins to scream even louder.

Rafik Arfah: "LISTEN, YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOUBETTER BRING YOUR A-GAME TONIGHT, BROTHER. BECAUSE THIS IS ROC. THIS IS THE FIRST EDITION OF SEPTEMBER. AND RAFIK ARFAH IS READY FOR A FIGHT. SO DRINK SOME VITAMINS, SAY A PRAYER AND DON'T GIVE ME ANY LESS THAN A 101 PERCENT. BECAUSE TONIGHT? WE ARE GOING TO WAR, BABY."

Rafik smears his blood on the camera and leaves the room with a sadistic smile.

Jim Jackson: "He is insane. He is a maniac. He is a menace. I never seen that bastard so deranged before. We heard him talk about his violent tendencies and his will to stab Bakla before, and I think he might make that happen tonight. Be safe, Bakla.."





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Jim Jackson:  "Well this match has been a long time coming, Boy Bakla and Rafik Arfah has been in each others' throat for a while now and tonight is the night it comes full circle inside the unforgiving steel cage."

Brad Blood:  "If you ask me, that's where a tranny and a terrorist belong, behind bars!  Hopefully Rafik doesn't drop a bar of soap.  Now let's lower the steel cage and head on to Alice for the introductions!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a cage match!  Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines...  The Transsexual Superstar...  BOY BAKLA!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, her opponent for the evening, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel, Mr. Shitpost, Shitlord, The Supremacist...  RAFIK ARFAH!"

Rafik Arfah makes his route to the ring. He thanks Allah for keeping him alive for another week and walks down the ramp. He directs crotch chops at the fans while sticking his tongue out as he enters the ring. Rafik Arfah enters the cage and gets ready for the match to begin.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "There's the bell and the cage door is closed and locked!  There are three ways to win this match, by pinfall, by submission or by escaping the steel cage!  And right off the bat, Boy Bakla and Rafik Arfah go at each other exchanging vicious blows.  Wait, Bakla is actually getting the upperhand and is sending Arfah back slowly...  Bakla has Arfah to the ropes...  Big European uppercut stuns Arfah...  Bakla grabs Arfah by the nape..  She sends him into the steel structure!  Arfah bounces back and Bakla with a German suplex!  Bakla for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "Rafik gets a shoulder up before the referee even began to count.  Bakla climbs up to the top turnbuckle....  It leaps...  RAFIK GETS HIS KNEES UP!  THE TRANNY CRASHES AND BURNS!"

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah grabs Boy Bakla and Irish whips her to the ropes...  Bakla bounces back...  Back body drop... No!  Bakla lands on her feet!  Double leg take-down by Arfah!  He locks in a Boston crab hold!  Bakla is caught and is in trouble!  Will Bakla tap?  No!  She's trying to get to the ropes...  Bakla is a few inches away...  A final lunge and she makes it!  Arfah grabs Bakla by the hair and hauls her up!"

Brad Blood:  "Oooh!  Rafik is slamming Bakla's face right into the steel cage!  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine!  TEN!  Ten times!  Bakla just flops to the canvas!  Rafik hooks the leg!  Is this enough?"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "No!  Boy Bakla kicks out at two!  Bakla struggles to her feet...  Springboard clothesline by Rafik Arfah almost takes her head off!  Arfah sets Bakla up for a sharpshooter...  No!  Bakla scampers to the ropes and makes it!  Arfah still has Bakla's legs...  He pulls...  Bakla holds on to the middle rope...  Arfah tugs, Bakla lets go but somehow lands on his feet!  Enzuigiri from out of nowhere Arfah is rocked!  Big clothesline by Bakla!  Arfah goes down!  Bakla with a standing moonsault!  She goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Rafik gets a shoulder up at two!  Looks like the tranny is planning to return the favor...  It grabs Rafik and drags him towards the cage!  Bakla starts slamming Rafik's head on the steel cage!  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Si...  No!  Rafik blocks the sixth attempt!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla knees Rafik Arfah causing him to bend over...  Bakla looks like she's plans to powerbomb Arfah into the steel cage!  Wait no!  ARFAH COUNTERS IT WITH A BACK BODY DROP AND SENDS BAKLA BACK FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE!  Bakla is twisting in the mat in pain.  Rafik Arfah starts climbing up the steel cage!"

Brad Blood:  "Rafik is going for the win while Bakla is still down.  Good strategy by our resident terrorist.  Though I expect him to give the fruitcake more punishment...  Wait Bakla is somehow up and hangs on at Rafik's leg just as he reaches the top of the steel cage!  Rafik kicks the tranny down!   Now all he's gotta do is to climb over and...  WAIT!  WHAT'S RAFIK DOING?!   RAFIK FROM THE TOP OF THE STEEL CAGE!!!  DIVING ELBOW DROP RIGHT ON BAKLA'S CHEST!  THAT WOULD SURELY HAVE POPPED BAKLA'S IMPLANTS!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah just hit Boy Bakla with that brutal diving elbow drop from the top of the cage but I think he also hurt himself there!  Both wrestlers are down!  Wait Arfah is pulling himself up but it looks like the stunt he pulled may have dislocated his shoulder...  ARFAH SLAMS HIS SHOULDER INTO THE STEEL CAGE KNOCKING IT BACK IN PLACE!  Arfah stumbles over to Bakla...  BAKLA REACHES OUT AND GRABS ARFAH'S INJURED ARM AND LOCKS IN AN ARMBAR!  Rafik Arfah is in pain as Bakla is taking advantage of his hurting arm."

Brad Blood:  "DAAAAAAAAAAAMN~!  Look at Rafik's face!  He looks like he's about to cry from the pain!  Wait Rafik manages to wriggle himself free!  But the damage to his shoulder!  It will be hard for him to climb up the cage now with an injured shoulder."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla gets back to her feet.  Body slam on Rafik Arfah but Arfah still staggers to his feet.  Big knee by Bakla rocks Arfah!  Boy Bakla grabs its opponent's hair and pulls it hard executing a horrible Bad Hair Day.  Bakla starts to head for the cage door.  The lock is being opened, if Bakla exits the cage, she will win this match..."

SNAPT!

Jim Jackson:  "Wait!  What was that?!  It seems like the key broke in the lock!  Boy Bakla cannot exit the cage through the door!  The only way out is to climb!  Wait here comes Rafik Arfah...  Dropkick to Bakla's butt sends him crashing into the cage!  Arfah pulls Bakla back and rolls her up..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Wait what's Rafik doing?  He has Bakla's face on the steel cage...  RAFIK RUNS FROM ONE SIDE OF THE CAGE TO THE OTHER SCRAPING BAKLA'S FACE INTO THE STEEL CAGE!  OOH!  There goes the money Bakla spent on plastic surgery!  Rafik starts to climb up the steel cage but it is evident that his injured shoulder is giving him a hard time..."

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla shakes off the effects of Rafik Arfah's attack...  She grabs on Arfah's legs and pulls her down!  Lariat by Arfah from out of nowhere takes Bakla down!  But it looks like Arfah used his injured arm for that lariat and now it's hurting even more!  Arfah tries for a cover again..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Ooh!  Almost there but still no cigar!  Bakla somehow gets a shoulder up!  Rafik drags Bakla to the turnbuckles...  What's he...  He's undoing the laces in Bakla's boots and tangling them into the turnbuckles!  GENIUS!  That may buy him the time he needs to get up, specially with that injured shoulders of his."

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah with a series of vicious stomps followed by a leg drop for good measure on The Transsexual Superstar.  Arfah starts his ascent up the cage.  It's a slow climb up for Arfah...  Bakla is starting to stir...  Rafik Arfah is half-way up the cage, still having a hard time due to that injured shoulder.  Bakla regains her bearings and tries to get up only to be stopped by her boot laces being tangled in the turnbuckles.   Bakla desperately tries to untangle her laces while Rafik still continues his slow climb up the cage."

Brad Blood:  "BAKLA REMOVES HER BOOT!  The tranny is free!  It runs towards Rafik!  Bakla starts to climb after Rafik!  Bakla balances on the ropes as it catches up to Rafik's legs...  Uh-oh...  Bad news for the Muslim extremist!"

Jim Jackson:  "POWERBOMB!  Bakla just powerbombed Rafik from the steel cage!  That was just insane!  The crowd is on their feet!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Bakla starts to climb up the cage!  Rafik is still down!  Bakla slowly makes its way up the cage wall...  Bakla is nearly on the top!  This can't be good for Rafik...  Rafik is stirring...  He sees Bakla near the top of the cage!  He knows he can't catch up!  Rafik... Goes for Bakla's boot?   Rafik unties Bakla's boot from the turnbuckles!  Bakla has made it to the top all it needs to do is to climb to the other side and...  RAFIK JUST THREW BAKLA'S BOOT AND CLOCKS THE TRANNY RIGHT ON THE HEAD!  BAKLA STAGGERS FROM THE TOP AND...  BAKLA FALLS!!!  WAIT!  ONE OF BAKLA'S LEG CATCHES ON TO THE TOP FRAME OF THE CAGE!  BAKLA IS HANGING UPSIDE-DOWN ON THE TOP OF THE CAGE!"

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah realizes his chance and begins to climb up the steel cage!  Boy Bakla is dangling precariously on one leg...  Arfah slowly makes his way up the cage wall....  It's taking some time but he's slowly getting there as Bakla begins to stir...  Bakla regains consciousness and tries to pull herself upright!  Rafik Arfah is now near the top!"

Brad Blood:  "Both wrestlers are scrambling to get back to the top of the cage, it's still anyone's game right now.  Whoever manages to get over the cage and land on the other side wins!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla finally manages to hoist herself up again just as Rafik Arfah gets to the top of the cage!  Both wrestlers start trading blows on the top of the steel cage!  The crowd holds their breath as each blow can send them off the cage!  It's now a back and forth between Bakla and Arfah!"

Brad Blood:  "Both wrestlers are rising up to their feet balancing on the top of the cage while continuing to trade blows!  Wait looks like Bakla is fighting dirty!"

Jim Jackson:  "Boy Bakla reaches down and clamps down on the groin area of its opponent and begins to squeeze tightly executing an intense Pain or Pleasure!  Rafik Arfah screams in pain.  Arfah desperate elbows Bakla's head!  Bakla's hold loosens and Arfah is able to get free!  Arfah is grimacing in pain after that hold by Bakla...  BAKLA JUST SPEARED ARFAH FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!  BOTH WRESTLERS FALL OVER AND LAND OUTSIDE!!!  THE CROWD IS IN DISBELIEF!!!"

Brad Blood:  "Holy sonnuva castrated horny goat!  THEY'RE DEAD JIM!  Wait!  What does this mean?  Do we have a draw?!  Both men made it outside...  Well fell outside to be more exact but they both made it out of the steel cage!"

Jim Jackson:  "The officials are checking the replay!  Look!  Boy Bakla spears Rafik Arfah off the top of the cage...  Both men fall outside...  BUT IT'S RAFIK ARFAH'S FEET THAT HIT THE GROUND FIRST AND THE REFEREE IS CALLING IT!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by landing on his feet outside the steel cage first...   Mr. Shitpost, Shitlord, The Supremacist...  RAFIK ARFAH!"

Jim Jackson:  "And Rafik Arfah wins this match as EMTs rush to the scene!  Looks like no one is walking out of this match.  The crowd is still in disbelief at what just happened."

Brad Blood:  "Now the question in everyone's mind will be if these two will still be able to recover after a brutal match like that."






Lucas Christiansen: "Cecilia!"

The usually calm Lucas Christiansen has a look of parental concern on his face as he frantically searches through the backstage, trying to find his daughter.  Finally arriving at a locker room with "Edmundo Alejandro Serrano" on the nameplate, Christiansen pushes open the door to reveal Cecilia sitting alone in the room.

Lucas Christiansen: "Cecilia!  There you are!"

Hearing her name, Cecilia stands up out of her seat out of instinct.  Seeing her father, Cecilia's expression turns a bit sour.

Cecilia Christiansen: "What are YOU doing here?"

Lucas looks taken aback by his daughter's words, but nevertheless manages to find the words he is looking for.

Lucas Christian: "Cecilia, I'm your father, why wouldn't I be here?  You're making a huge mistake aligning yourself with Sawyer and Serrano.  Those guys are no-good, villains!  They don't care about-"

Cecilia quickly cuts her father off.

Cecilia Christiansen: "About me?  They care more about me than you do, Dad.  You were "too busy" to train me, so you dumped me off in Japan with one of your friends while you kept competing for whatever company you wanted to.  Meanwhile, I was stuck cleaning a dojo and TRYING to learn what I could from a man who's clearly not fit to teach me.  Me?  Cleaning a dojo?  Can you believe the audacity of that?  And then Duke Edmundo Alejandro Serrano came by... he noticed my potential and promised to train me!  And he has been!  He and Sawyer have been teaching me more than that idiot in Japan ever did!  Besides, the Duke is a very talented wrestler and promoter... if he takes interest in me, why not use him to get the opportunities that YOU were too selfish to give me!"

Her words stung, but Lucas fired back.

Lucas Christiansen: "Firstly, I sent you to a great dojo managed by a wrestler I look up to.  You need to learn that the world isn't what you grew up in; people aren't going to wait hand-and-foot on you or treat you the way you were treated growing up.  You needed to learn some humility, and yet, here you are hanging around the scum of the Earth, doing whatever they tell you, and somehow that's better than cleaning a dojo?"

Cecilia Christiansen: "Yes, it is!  Because at least here, I have a contract and I have a job!  Your friend didn't give me that!  And neither did you!  Here I am today, a member of the Ring of Chaos roster, and it's not thanks to the man I am supposed to call my father."

Her words stung, and in that moment, Lucas wanted to slap her -- to slap some sense into his daughter so that she could see how she's being used.

Lucas Christiansen: "Honey, Serrano isn't helping you.  He's only brought you here to taunt me.  He's throwing you to the wolves to hurt me.  Nothing that man is doing is for your benefit."

Cecilia Christiansen: "Whatever, Dad.  Who am I supposed to believe?  The people helping my career or the washed-up, has-been who was too busy to train his own daughter?  I may have had a rough first match here, but at least it was a match in a promotion, not some stupid test in that dirty, disgusting old dojo."

Lucas Christiansen: "ENOUGH!  I'm your father, and you know what?  I'm taking you home right now."

Lucas grabs his daughter by the wrist and tries to lead her out of the room, but she slips her hand free.

Cecilia Christiansen: "I'm not going anywhere with you!  I'm an adult!  I can make my own choices, and right now, that choice isn't to be held back by you!"

Before Lucas can say anything, he's hit from behind by Berry Sawyer.  Lucas tries to fight Sawyer off, but Sawyer manages to get a firm grip on him and sling him into the lockers.


Sawyer gives Lucas a hard kick as Serrano calmly walks over.  With Lucas down, Serrano smiles and addresses him.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "Well, well, well; look at what the cat dragged in.  You should know, the only reason you're still breathing is because I am here.  Otherwise, Sawyer would end the miserable farce you call a career!  So listen and listen good, you miserable old man; stay out of our business.  We're tired of you interfering in our affairs, so this is your final warning."

Sawyer puts his boot on Lucas's throat as Serrano continues.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "Face it old man, your time is up.  You should be grateful that you were able to walk away from our last encounter, let alone this one.  Your daughter is far more talented than you'll ever be, and she deserves to be shown respect.  She doesn't deserve to be abandoned by a gutless coward and sent to Japan!  Accept it, this is what is best for her."

Serrano wears a dispicable grin as he says that line.  Motioning to Sawyer, Serrano steps out of the way.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "Get this pile of filth out of my locker room."

Yanking Lucas up, Sawyer throws him through the door and to the floor outside of the room.  Serrano walks to the door.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "This is the last I want to see of you, you disgrace of a professional wrestler!  Come by this way again and I'll let Sawyer finish the job."

With that, Serrano slams his locker room door, leaving Lucas to writhe outside in pain as the scene ends.






With a smug expression on his face, Thaddeus Rex grins as he holds up a piece of rope with nooses on the end, the very same piece of rope that will be used in his match against Allister King later on this evening. He pulls the rope taut as it makes a snapping sound cutting through the silence.

Thaddeus Rex: "FINALLY! FINALLY!!! Allister King shall run away no more. Tonight, there will be no escape from me Allister... With this very rope, you cannot separate more than three feet away away from me and you shall finally pay your due... And pay it you shall. My fists shall extract vengeance that has been denied me for so long and when I am done, so shall your career in wrestling."

T-Rex slings the rope over his shoulders and prepares to walk away but stops at the last moment...

Thaddeus Rex: "You know, I've actually seen tapes of you early in your career. You were a respectable fighter then, but now, you are nothing more but a joke. You make a mockery of this ring, this institution and the wrestlers who take this sport seriously. But don't worry, it will all change tonight because after tonight, you shall be nothing more but a memory which will fade into nothingness."

Thaddeus Rex walks off as the scene fades to black.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 09/06/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Sep 07, 2015 5:13 am



VS

Jim Jackson: "Coming up next, our vice-general manager Alexander Melchiott shall be facing Berry Sawyer.  This will be an interesting fight."

Brad Blood: "Alexander is a technical genius while Berry is a brawler...  Who will come up on top tonight?  Well I guess we're about to find out!"

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

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

Alice Aoi: Introducing his opponent-"

Before Alice can finish, J. S. Bach's "Ruht wohl, ihr heiligen Gebeine" begins playing in the arena as Edmundo Alejandro Serrano steps out from the backstage with the Belizean Flag and a microphone in his hands.

Edmundo Alejandro Serrano: "And his opponent for tonight, taking Berry Sawyer's place in this match and challenging Alexander Melchiott for the Lightweight Championship, CECILIA CHRISTIANSEN!  Unless.. unless you're too scared Melchiott?  Are you a too afraid of a girl to put your title on the line right here, right now?  You talk about this being the Era of Opportunity, so give Cecilia an opportunity to beat you right here tonight!"



Jim Jackson: "As Cecilia climbs into the ring, Melchiott begins arguing with Serrano.  This is clearly not what he had in mind.  But Cecilia spins him around and slaps him!"

Brad Blood: "She might not want to get Alexander in a worse mood than he's already in..."

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Due to Serrano's prodding, Alice has started this match!  Cecilia again spins Melchiott around, but this time, Melchiott kicks her in the gut before hooking her arms, lifting her into the air, and spiking her head-first into the mat with the Moonlight Festival!"

Brad Blood: "Melchiott scowls directly at Serrano as he hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of the match and STILL your Ring of Chaos Lightweight Champion, Hotspur... ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

Jim Jackson: "And Alexander defeats Cecilia.  Serrano merely laughs at the situation before turning his back on Melchiott and walking up the entrance ramp... only to be blindsided by Melchiott!  Melchiott just tackled Serrano and is laying into him with punches!  Here comes Sawyer!  Sawyer yanks Melchiott off of Serrano before hurtling him through the crowd barricade!"

Brad Blood: "Sawyer yanks Melchiott up before tossing him into the ring. Serrano and Sawyer have Melchiott cornered!"

Jim Jackson: "Wait a minute! Lucas Christiansen has just slid into the ring and knocked Serrano down with a forearm! Berry spins and catches Lucas with the lariat! The Sawyend! But Melchiott is up and measures Berry before connecting with a superkick to the jaw that sends Berry tumbling over the ropes! Serrano quickly rolls out of the ring before grabbing Cecilia and Berry and heading up the ramp. Melchiott checks on Lucas, but keeps his eyes on the departing Sawyer and Serrano."

Brad Blood: "What kind of champion attacks a man from behind after a match? Melchiott should be fined!"






A knocking is heard at the door of Thaddeus Rex's locker room before the door opens.  If it had been anyone else, Rex might have lost it, but standing before him was old Nicolas Dorn.  Pulling up a seat beside Rex, Nicolas sits down.

Nicolas Dorn: "Rex, I'm not going to make a joke or waste anymore of your time that what I'm already taking.  I just came in here to say that you NEED to get over this tonight.  For weeks you've been hounding Allister King; he isn't worth your time!  You are the uncrowned champion!  Everyone can see that.  Your letting your obsession for revenge stop you from moving on and getting your title back.  What more can Lee Morrison do to you?  If he screws you again, you can sue him for everything he's worth in a discrimination lawsuit.  You're untouchable if you can control yourself."

Standing up, Dorn faces Rex.

Nicolas Dorn: "And I don't just mean that for Lee Morrison; that goes for everyone on this roster.  You can beat anyone and everyone they put in front of you so long as you reign in that temper of yours.  It's time to put the past behind you, so do whatever you have to do tonight in your match so that you can get back on the road to becoming the Champion once again."

With those words to think on, Dorn turns and exits the locker room, leaving Rex alone in the room.






VS  

Jim Jackson:  "Coming up next, Thaddeus Rex finally gets his hands on Allister King.  And this time to prevent Allister King from running away, it will be a Texas Bullrope match!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister is FUCKED!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a Texas bull rope match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York, T-Rex...  THADDEUS REX!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, his opponent for the evening, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The King of Fools, The Jester of the Ring...  ALLISTER KING!"

Blue and Red lights shine throughout the arena as Hammerfall's "Any Means Necessary" begins to play. Allister King,  is being dragged out by security kicking and screaming.  He is forcefully taken into the ring where the bullrope is tied around his wrist.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Right off the bat Thaddeus Rex wastes no time and pummels Allister King with brutal punches!  King tries to run away but is held in check by the bull rope!"

Brad Blood:  "T-Rex pulls Allister back with the bull rope and continues his brutal assault!  No way Allister is coming out of this alive..."

Jim Jackson:  "Big lariat by T-Rex takes The King of Fools down!  Allister King staggers to his feet...  Thaddeus Rex has him from behind...  ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES!  ONE!  TWO!  THREE!  FOUR!  FIVE!  King is down and not moving at all!  T-Rex can finish this right now... Wait what's he doing?"

Brad Blood:  "T-Rex is looping the rope around Allister's neck and pulling!  He's gonna choke out Allister!  The referee tries to stop it and begins to count to five!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex releases The King of Fools just before the five count.  Allister King gasps for air as T-Rex continues to stomp at his back.  T-Rex has King on his shoulders...  Powerslam by Rex!  T-Rex drags King to the turnbuckles...  He's slamming Allister King's head unto the turnbuckles...  ONE! TWO!  THREE!  FOUR!  FIVE!  King is staggering around like a drunk duck!  SPINEBUSTER BY T-REX!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister is totally out of it!  T-Rex could win this right now but he's not going for the cover!  He plans to prolong the torture and totally destroy Allister tonight!"

Jim Jackson:  "I think you may be right about that Brad... Thaddeus Rex passed up many opportunities to pin Allister King already.  This is not a match, this is an execution!  Uranage by T-Rex!  The Jester of the Ring is just lying there...  Big leg drop by Rex right on King's throat!  This is just...  Someone should stop this..."

Brad Blood:  "Though if you look at this, Allister did have this coming...  If he just faced T-Rex earlier and not let Rex's anger simmer..."

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex just slammed Allister King's spine into the corner!  Belly to belly slam!  T-Rex is not done with King!  Thaddeus Rex holds both the opponent's arms under his own, and delivers a series of headbutts to his opponent, who is unable to counter executing an Unbridled Ferocity.  Allister King is busted open!  Things does not look good for King...  Rex lifts King up...  Backbreaker!  He almost broke King in half!"

Brad Blood:  "And he still doesn't go for the cover!  Allister is hanging like a limp doll on that rope over there...  Looks like Samantha may need to find a new hubby once this match is over."

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex has Allister King in a fireman carry...  Wait!  Somehow King is hanging on the to top rope.  Rex tries to slam King but King manages to slip free!  Desperate enzuigiri by King...  No!  Blocked by T-Rex!  Shoulder block by Rex takes The King of Fools down!  Thaddeus Rex approaches his opponent who is lying facing down. He grabs his opponent's arms, and pulls it to his opponent's back. Thaddeus Rex then rolls or flips forward into a bridge, applying pressure on the wrist and elbow executing a Grounding the Prey."

Brad Blood:  "Allister is screaming in pain!  He tries to reach for the ropes...  He makes it but T-Rex predictably doesn't let go!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Again T-Rex maximizes the five count to get maximum damage on Allister King.  King is bleeding all over the place. The referee should really stop this match.  There is nothing left in King at this point.  He's barely even conscious!  T-Rex lifts The Jester of the Ring up on his shoulders...  I think he's going to powerbomb King into the turnbuckles..."

Brad Blood:  "Wait!  Allister is fighting back!  I don't know where he got his second wind but it couldn't have come at a better time!  Allister is raining blows down on T-Rex's head!  He leaps over T-Rex's head...  AND forgets that he is still tied to T-Rex via the bullrope!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King is stopped short by the bullrope as Thaddeus Rex pulls him back!  Suplex into the corner!  King just hit the turnbuckles spine first!  Vicious stomps by T-Rex is making King bleed out more into the canvas!  Wait what is T-Rex doing?  He's set Allister King up on the top turnbuckle...  He's climbing up... He's going for a superplex...  No!  King is fighting back!"

Brad Blood:  "With only instinct, King senses the danger and he is fighting back for all he's worth.  Hard shots actually rocks T-Rex!  T-Rex falls off the turnbuckles but lands on his feet!  Allister positions himself on the top turnbuckle...  He leaps..."

Jim Jackson:  "FLYING CROSSBODY...  NO!  THADDEUS REX CATCHES ALLISTER KING AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE CANVAS!  What a counter!  I think this is it...  There is totally no fight nor life left in Allister King.  The crowd is silent as they watch the utter demolition of The King of Fools."

Brad Blood:  "Looks like T-Rex is ready to end this...  He's signalling for his finisher...  He picks Allister up to his feet and gets some distance as far as the rope will allow...  Allister looks like he's about to crumple down...  His legs can barely even hold him up..."

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him/her to the ground.  He then mounts his opponent and proceeds to hammer down with both fists until his opponent is beaten to unconsciousness executing an extremely violent Rampage!  This is it...  Allister King is not moving at all!  T-Rex has this match won!"

Brad Blood:  "Wait what's that grin on T-Rex's face?  T-Rex resumes his mount on the lifeless Allister King!  HE'S CONTINUING TO BEAT DOWN ON KING'S FACE!  THE REFEREE TRIES TO STEP IN!  Thaddeus Rex holds both the referee's arms under his own, and delivers a series of headbutts the referee, who is unable to counter executing an Unbridled Ferocity!  THE REFEREE IS DOWN! T-Rex should be disqualified for that but there's no official to disqualify him!"

Jim Jackson:  Thaddeus Rex is dragging Allister King's lifeless body outside the ring...  He's looking under the ring and pulls out a table!  T-Rex sets up the table...  He lifts Allister King up for a powerbomb..."

Brad Blood:  "Wait!  It's Samantha King!  Samantha runs into ringside!  She's begging T-Rex to stop his assault on her husband!"

Jim Jackson:  "She better do some fast talking...  Wait!  Thaddeus Rex puts Allister King down!  Looks like Samantha King has convinced T-Rex to stop his brutal assault on her husband!"

Brad Blood:  "Samantha just spit on her palms and holds it out!  T-Rex does the same and accepts Sammie's hand!  Looks like some kind of deal has been struck!  T-Rex removes the rope from his wrist and walks off as Samantha King tends to her husband.  EMTs are rushing to the scene.  What just happened here?!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

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

Jim Jackson:  "The referee finally regains consciousness and calls for the bell!  But the question in everyone's mind right now is what sort of deal did Samantha King struck with Thaddeus Rex?  What did she say to sate the rage of T-Rex?"

Brad Blood:  "Well one thing is for sure, she saved Allister's bacon."







“Ultra Numb” by Blue Stahli blasts over the arena as Alexander Melchiott steps out from the back.  Clearly something is on his mind as he gestures for his music to be cut while walking down to the ring.  Climbing into the ring, Melchiott turns to face the fans.

Alexander Melchiott: "It seems like my job is a little bit more complicated than I first anticipated.  I came out here earlier, intending, to set this ship straight.  I came out here and I made several decisions that I thought would be the best decisions for this company.  But!  But, I seem to have missed something.  There's a hole in this ship and it needs to be plugged.  So if you would, please looks towards the titantron."

Melchiott gestures towards the titantron as it comes to life.


Brad Blood: "OH SHIT! THE LIGHTS HAVE GONE OUT AGAIN!"

Jim Jackson: "This doesn't look good."  

Brad Blood: "Hurry up and get the lights back on."  

Jim Jackson: "The lights are back on! WHAT THE ...! There is a hooded woman is standing there with a lead pipe! Chase is down but Sable managed to retreat in time. The woman vaults over the barricade and is running out of the arena! Security! Stop her!"
"]


Alexander Melchiott waits for the titantron to shut down before speaking.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now can somebody in our security team tell me what the hell you idiots are doing to allow this to keep happening!?"

An obviously angered Alexander doesn't wait for an answer to his question.

Alexander Melchiott: "For the last several shows someone not under contract with this company has been running around and attacking our female talent.  How do I know it's not a contracted member of our roster?  Because I have access to the files and film of this building -- I know when people arrive, go to the bathroom, and leave.  So unless somebody is really good at playing mouse, this cat can't sniff out a rat in our roster!"

Looking over the arena, Melchiott pauses for a moment before bringing the microphone back up to his lips.

Alexander Melchiott: "So who is it?  So who is the person who is taking out my talent and ruining my matches?  Do they want a job or what?  I don't know, but I am going to find out even if I have to sack our entire security team and hire an entire new team!"

After making his proclamation, Melchiott swipes a hand through his hair before holding out a hand.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now, I'm an unconventional man.  So here's what's going to happen.  Whoever you are, you have until next show to come to my office and explain your actions.  No attacks.  No bullshit.  You come and I don't press charges.  You decide not to come, and I'll make sure that your next little attack FAILS and that you end up in prison.  So make your choice, because I'm sick of this shit."

Melchiott tosses the microphone to the ground before exiting the ring to let the next match take place.








VS

Jim Jackson:  "And now, our main event of the evening!  Our VGM Alexander Melchiott has given Shadow Callahan a chance at the RoC World Title after being stripped of the RoC Tag Titles two weeks ago."

Brad Blood:  "We have rarely seen Shadow in a singles match but he's actually one scary bastard.  Johnny may have his hands full tonight and if he's not careful, he's gonna lose that belt."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall and is for the ROC WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Tenderloin District, San Francisco, California...  The Fortunate One, The Chaotic God...  He is the current and reigning RoC World Champion...  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 next, the challenger, standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 275 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The Dullahan...  SHADOW CALLAHAN!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Shadow Callahan wastes no time as he rushes towards the champ.  Johnny Fortune sidesteps and delivers a middle kick to Callahan's side.  Callahan doesn't slow down and tries to grab Fortune...  Fortune again eludes the bigger man.  Callahan maneuvers to try again to grab the champ...  Fortune backs away..."

Brad Blood:  "Shadow has somehow maneuvered Johnny to the corner!  The champ is trapped with nowhere to go!  Great in-ring tactics by Shadow there."

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan finally lands a big right rocking the champ.  Callahan has The Fortunate One on his shoulders...  Fall-away slam!  Johnny Fortune staggers to his feet but Callahan catches him and hoist him up again...  Suplex!  Big leg drop by The Dullahan!  He picks Fortune up one more time... Backbreaker!  He goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny gets a shoulder up!  Johnny may be the smaller man but he has experience fighting bigger wrestlers.  Remember, he defeated Ray Kamaura for the title."

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan is holding no quarters as he again hoists the champ up his shoulders...  Wait!  Johnny Fortune elbows his way free!  Fortune slips behind Callahan and starts landing vicious low kicks to Callahan's shin!  Lariat by The Dullahan...  Fortune ducks under it!  He sends Callahan to the ropes with an Irish whip...  No!  Callahan reverses it!  Back body drop attempt by Callahan...  Fortune counters it with a knee to the face!  Callahan is rocked!  Legsweep by Fortune!  Fortune quickly goes for a crossface!"

Brad Blood:  "Submission is locked in!  Johnny is cranking with all his might...  Shadow tries to reach for the ropes...  He makes it!  Fortune is forced to release the hold!"

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip sends Shadow Callahan to the corner...  Johnny Fortune prepares to charge in...  NO!  Shadow Callahan runs towards Johnny Fortune and takes him down with a running big boot, he counters Fortune with his signature Dullahan!   Callahan from the second turnbuckle... Double axe handle takes Fortune down!"

Brad Blood:  "Wait Johnny just rolled out of the ring!  I think he's had enough!  He's grabbing his belt and is leaving the ringside!  The crowd is booing loudly!"

Jim Jackson:  "Shadow Callahan goes out the ring and chases after the champ!  He attacks Johnny Fortune with a running forearm to the back!  Callahan drags Fortune back towards the ring..."

Brad Blood:  "Wait!  Johnny slips free!  He's runs away!  Shadow chases after him!  The referee is beginning his ten count!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune just grabbed his belt from the floor and leaps over the barricade!  Shadow Callahan follows!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Two!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow catches the champ but again Johnny manages to wriggle free!"

Jim Jackson:  "Big knee from out of nowhere rocks Shadow Callahan! The champ continues to run away!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow looks pissed!  He chases after Johnny who makes it over the barricades and is now rushing up the ramp!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Four!"

Jim Jackson:  "Big clothesline from behind takes The Fortunate One down!  Shadow Callahan lifts the champ on his shoulders and runs towards the ring...  RUNNING POWEBOMB INTO THE APRON!  I think he just broke Johnny Fortune in half!  The crowd is on their feet!"

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

Jack B. Nimble:  "Five!"

Brad Blood:  "Shadow throws Johnny back into the ring and goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th"

Jim Jackson:  "Johnny Fortune manages to get a shoulder up before the three!  Shadow Callahan looks like he's ready to end this...  He picks Fortune up to his feet....  Shadow Callahan kicks Johnny Fortune in the gut forcing them to their knees. He grabs Johnny Fortune by the head. Shadow Callahan places them between his legs before lifting up for a powerbomb. Shadow Callahan lets out a primal scream...  NO!  Fortune somehow regains his bearings and starts raining elbows down on Callahan's head!  The Chaotic God leaps off Callahan's head!  SUPERKICK!  Callahan is down!"

Brad Blood:  "Johnny again decide he's had enough and leaves the ring!  The crowd is now getting restless!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Dullahan shakes off the cobwebs and realizes that the champ has once again left the ring!  He goes after Johnny Fortune who is just picking the RoC World Title belt off from the ground..."

Brad Blood:  "Johnny sees Callahan charging towards him...  HE CLOCKS CALLAHAN WITH THE TITLE!  THE REFEREE IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by disqualification, The Dullahan... SHADOW CALLAHAN!  But the RoC World title cannot change hands in a disqualification, so STILL YOUR ROC WORLD CHAMPION...  The Fortune One, The Chaotic God...  JOHNNY FORTUNE!"

Jim Jackson:  "He intentionally got himself disqualified to hold on to the title!  What a dastardly act by the champ!"

Brad Blood:  "It's a good strategy if you ask me...  The fans may not like it but it's PURE GENIUS!"






Jim Jackson:  "What a night!  What a night!  I'm sure that our fans will continue to talk about the events that happened here this evening.  Specially the cage match between Boy Bakla and Rafik Arfah, they certainly stole the show tonight."

Brad Blood:  "What about the deal T-Rex had with Samantha?  And there is the genius that is the main event!"

Jim Jackson:  "Uh-~!  No Brad, those were moments we'd rather forget...  And before we forget, we're out of time so it's time to say goodbye...  Until next time, good fight and good night!"

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