Chaos Supreme 10/04/2015

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Chaos Supreme 10/04/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Oct 05, 2015 4:37 am



VS

Jim Jackson: "Well this dark match will feature two top fan favorite and former champions as Callahan sets to do battle against Wang. Truly a battle of David vs Goliath, although im pretty sure that could be said with every other competitor he has ever faced."

Brad Blood: "Shadow has been preparing for this match his entire life. I mean, Come on! An Irishman and a Midget? Now if you can't see what's funny about that then honestly, i just don't want to live in this world anymore."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing in 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: "Introducing next, standing at 3 feet 3/4 inches tall and weighing in at 80 pounds, hailing from Fujian Province, China, ... LITTLE WANG!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Right off the Bat and Callahan connects with the running big boot, the Dullahan, on Little Wang near taking his head off."

Brad Blood: "He hasn't even take his foot of his face."

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... SHADOW CALLAHAN!!"

Jim Jackson: "Wow! I never expected something like that to happen. I mean he literally never even broke a sweat. I am sorry but if you blinked you might have just missed that."

Brad Blood: "Like I said, Trained to fight midgets. It's in his blood. Legends and History have been written about this event. Now that the match is over, he's gonna go and collect his paycheck, I bet it's worth a pot of gold."

Jim Jackson: "Little Wang is not a leprechaun!"

Brad Blood: "It's the 21st century Jim. I'm sure there are Asian leprechauns now."








Jim Jackson: "And welcome to another night of great wrestling, we have four-ways, we have title matches, what else can you be looking for? Joining me at the table tonight is my partner Brad Blood! Say hello to the fans Brad."

Brad Blood: "Hello everyone! That's right Jim tonight we have a great show for everyone watching, Alexander Melchiott has brought new life to RoC and hopefully we shall see a lot more excitement that will bring Ring of Chaos to a whole new level! Which would of course also mean an increase in paycheck."

Jim Jackson: "You do realize that only competent workers get raises do you Brad? Anyway, I'm sure the fans are itching for the show to start so let's get things rolling!"






Gus is backstage. He is holding a lighter and he is staring its flame. He seems totally absorbed from the flames. Blas Carson and Chiyonosake walk past him. Chiyonosake points his finger at Gus and says to Blas Carson.

Chiyonosake: "Look at that weirdo. I guess someone escaped from the madhouse."

Blas Carson and Chiyonosake start laughing and making fun of Gus as they keep walking. Gus drops his lighter on the the ground and says.

Gus: "No one can make fun of me..."

Camera fades out.





"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: "First of all, we would like to thank everyone for your support even if two weeks ago, things didn't pan out so well for us. Christy and I are very very grateful to each and everyone of our fans."

A loud cheering erupts for the fan favorite underdogs.

Bob Bobbie: "But the real reason we are out tonight is because of this."

Bob Bobbie points to the Titantron as it comes to life showing a clip from the last show.


Before Beauty & the Geek can make it up the entrance ramp, a voice is heard.

???: "Woah, woah, woah! You aren't leaving yet."

To the surprise of Christy Chase and Bob Bobbie, Berry Sawyer steps out of the backstage with a microphone in hand.

Berry Sawyer: "What's all this I'm hearing now? "Whether you win or lose, you'll have your heads held high"? At the end of this, you'll be "standing tall"? What in the hell are you two saying?"

Without letting them retort, Berry steps in front of Bob Bobbie.

Berry Sawyer: "You're not a man, you're a loser and an idiot. You shouldn't be wrestling here and it's vermin like you that make me sick."

Berry pushes Bobbie back before spitting on the ramp in front of him.

Berry Sawyer: "You two might be "content" with "giving your all", but all I here are two girls who know that they fluked their way into the title picture and are now realizing that they can't hack it; that they never could hack it."

The fans boo Sawyer as he continues.

Berry Sawyer: "You two losers should rename your team to the "Job Squad" because that's about all you are good for."

With that, Sawyer turns his attention to the fans.

Berry Sawyer: "And you people make me sick, too! There isn't a real man out there! You cheer for these losers because they embody everything that you are."

The crowd's boos get louder, but Sawyer ignores them.

Berry Sawyer: "Everyone is already acting as though it is a foregone conclusion that Serrano and I will lose tonight. Well, I'll let in a little secret; we won't lose. Melchiott and that old fossil aren't men and aren't fit to be in the ring with "Rugged" Berry Sawyer. They are going to be whipped like the undisciplined children that they act as. And after beating them, Serrano and I are going to put this whole place on notice as we begin to take over."

Turning his attention back to Beauty and the Geek, Sawyer continues speaking.

Berry Sawyer: "After you two losers are done getting beat tonight, maybe you can get another reality check next show when I take you down to that ring and show you both why neither one of you is fit to lace up a pair of boots."

Sawyer drops the mic and heads to the back as Beauty and the Geek looks on angrily.

The screen fizzles off and Bob Bobbie resumes his mic work.

Bob Bobbie: "Berry Sawyer talked a lot of trash about Beauty and the Geek, yet at the end of the day it was he and his partner who got fired after losing to Alexander Melchiott and Lucas Christiansen. Normally that kind of karmic reprisal would have been satisfactory... But in lieu of us also losing our match, one can't help but have a smidgen of doubt. So the reason we are out here tonight is to ask management to grant us our request. We know that Sawyer and Serrano's employment have been terminated but Mr. Alexander Melchiott, could we be allowed to fight Berry Sawyer and Edmundo Alejandro Serrano in a tag team match. Allow Beauty & the Geek to represent Ring of Chaos because we want to show everyone who supported us all this time that Beauty & the Geek is more than what Sawyer said and we shall enjoy shoving their loss to us... DOWN... THEIR... THROATS!"

The crowd start cheering out loud.

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


Feeling pumped from the crowd, Christy Chase steps forward.

Christy Chase: "DAMN RIGHT LET US FIGHT! Those two bastards loved to talk trash, they love to belittle everyone else and it's about time the little people strike back!"

The crowd starts hooting loudly.

Christy Chase: "Hear the cries of the people Mr. Melchiott! Hear the cries of the fans! They want this! WE WANT THIS! Give us this fight, let Beauty & the Geek pound some humility into Sawyer and Serrano! So what do you say Mr. Vice-General Manager? Will you give us your sweet YES?"

The crowd starts chanting again in support of the fight.

Crowd: "SAY YES! SAY YES! SAY YES!"


Alexander Melchiott: "No."

Despite the chanting of the fans and hopes of the team in the ring, the "No" rings out loud and clear as Vice-General Manager Alexander Melchiott walks onto the entryway.

Alexander Melchiott: "Look, Sawyer and Serrano got into everyone's faces. That was their personality and ego. To think that you two are the only ones who got bothered by them would be an understatement. Those two burned a lot of bridges and now... THEY ARE GONE! They are not coming back, ever. Those two took one too many missteps and now they are gone."

Despite the boos, Alexander continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "I don't want to be rude to my employees, but this is how it is. They are fired, they don't work here, they can't wrestle you. And no, you can't go out into the parking lot and try and find them or something of the sort because you still represent Ring of Chaos in and out of the ring. So how about you two focus on getting back into the title picture and less about two men who are no longer relevant."


Christy Chase: "I hear what you are saying Mr. Melchiott and though you are correct, me and my partner would still like to scratch this itch. I mean look around sir, everyone here wants it to happen."

A loud roar of approval is heard from the crowd.

Christy Chase: "We wouldn't like to disappoint the fans right? Won't you reconsider your decision?"

Beauty & the Geek waits for Melchiott's reply as the crowd continue to chant...

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


The titan tron comes alive and Lee Morrison is seen on the screen much to Alexander Melchiott's chagrin...

Lee Morrison: "Now now, Mr. Melchiott is not the only one with authority here... I think you are all forgetting who really runs this place. Mr. Bobbie, Ms. Chase, I have heard your request... And I shall consider it despite Mr. Melchiott's denial of it... Give me some time to think about it and I shall get back to you. Now this is no means a yes but it isn't a NO yet either... I still need to go over a few details but be rest assured that I will put your request in the top priority pile."

Lee Morrison takes his leave and the screen fades to black, leaving Beauty & the Geek hopeful about their request and Alexander Melchiott frowning deeply.






... Blas Carson and Chiyonosake enter the locker room. They are making fun of Gus.

Blas Carson: "Nutjobs are taking over, man. He's gonna be a jobber forever."

Brad Blood: Look who's talking? His name is Joe Jobber!

Suddenly Gus enters the locker room. He looks pissed off.

Gus kicks Blas Carson in the middle area. Chiyonosake punches Gus in the face, but he quickly responds with a barrage of punches. Chiyonosake is groggy and Gus applies a side headlock to Chiyonosake before dropping down on their knees and driving the opponent's head down to the mat forehead first. Blas Carson is still stunned on the floor. Gus first lifts Blas up over his head with arms fully extended, before lowering the arm under the head of the opponent so that the opponent falls to that side, while flipping over and landing on his back, performing an "Out of Control". Gus gets Chiyonosake up and performs an "Out Of Control" again.

Jim Jackson: "It's really impressive that Gus can lift so easily Shogun who is a lot more heavier that him."

Brad Blood: "Yeah! That's not easy."

Gus starts stomping on Chiyonosake's head repeatedly. Chiyonosake is bleeding.

Jim Jackson: "Oh my god! He is on a rampage. NTWA's security guards enter the locker room. Three of them try to get Gus standstill. They call an ambulance for Blas Carson and Chiyonosake and they handcuff Gus ..."


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Re: Chaos Supreme 10/04/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:05 am



VS

Jim Jackson:  "And here is the first match of the evening!  Gus debuted two weeks ago crushed Felipe Shido, and tonight he shall be facing Shido's partner El Loco who will be out to take revenge for what Gus did!"

Brad Blood:  "Well El Loco looks like he wants Gus' blood, specially after what Gus did to win two weeks ago."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from The Urban Jungle...  EL LOCO!"

"Where the Hood" at by DMX plays over the P.A as El Loco walks out unto the ramp throwing gang signs in the air. He gets on to the ramp and starts dancing and throwing his hands into the hair. he slaps the hands of the fans and rolls into the ring, He proceeds to sit on a middle rope and throw some more gang signs before sitting on a turnbuckle waiting for his opponent.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 245 pounds, hailing from Des Moines, Iowa ...  "The Psychopath"... GUS!"

"Eyeless" by Slipknot begins playing as Gus walks down the entrance ramp, wearing a straitjacket. he is accompanied by a nurse. He screams in rage and then he talks gibberish. Before entering the ring, the nurse removes his straitjacket and then she quickly gets away. Gus screams "Die" at the top of his lungs and then he enters the ring.

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

Brad Blood:  "HOLY CRAP!  GUS JUMPED THE BELL AND STARTED ASSAULTING EL LOCO EVEN BEFORE ALICE IS DONE WITH THE INTRODUCTIONS!"

Jim Jackson:  "Gus landing heavy blows on El Loco in the corner!  El Loco is getting his head slammed unto the turnbuckles!  The referee quickly calls for the bell to start the match as Alice quickly evacuates the ring!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Gus continues his assault at El Loco in the corner!  Gus is brutally kneeing El Loco in the midsection!  Snapmare by Gus followed by an elbow drop to the chest!  Gus hooks the leg for an early victory..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "El Loco manages to kick out just before the count of two!  The fans are booing Gus' premature attack on El Loco, but that is a sound strategy if you ask me."

Jim Jackson:  "Gus lifts El Loco up for a suplex!  Big leg drop by the Psychopath!  El Loco is hardly putting up a fight.  Gus lifts El Loco up in a fireman carry...  Wait!  El Loco with a couple of elbows!  El Loco slips free from Gus!  Gus throws a big right but El Loco ducks!  Enzuigiri by El Loco connects!  Gus is sent reeling!  El Loco off the ropes...  Springboard clothesline!  Gus goes down!"

Brad Blood:  "Gus quickly distances himself from El Loco.  Good thinking by Gus.  Looks like El Loco is now taunting Gus to come after him."

Jim Jackson:  "Gus screams and charges in!  El Loco with a leg trip sends Gus to the canvas!  Gus rolls back up...  Arm drag sends him back down!  Gus staggers to his feet...  El Loco off the ropes..."

Brad Blood:  "Springboard crossbody misses!  Gus manages to leaps away!  And El Loco's momentum is stopped just like that."

Jim Jackson:  "El Loco struggles to his feet...  SPEAR BY GUS!  El Loco goes down hard!  Gus wastes no time and  hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "El Loco kicks out at two!  Gus screams angrily and starts slamming El Loco's head to the mat keeping El Loco stunned!  Simple but effective."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip by Gus sends El Loco crashing to the corner!  Gus run at El Loco, who is upright in the corner, and jumps forward so that he splashes his whole body stomach-first into his opponent, crushing him between his body and the turnbuckle...  ANESTHESIA CONNECTS!  El Loco crumples to the canvas!  Gus for the cover!  Is this it?"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "El Loco manages to stay alive!  The crowd releases a collective breath of relief.  But the question is if El Loco is merely preventing the inevitable or will he get a second wind?  So far Gus has been dominating the match!"

Jim Jackson:  "And Gus just mounts on top of El Loco and starts pounding away!  El Loco is bare able to put up any defense.  Gus looks like he wants to finish this...  Gus first lift El Loco up over his head with arms fully extended...  No!  El Loco manages wriggle free and stumble into the ropes!  Gus charges in!  El Loco pulls the top rope down and Gus goes over crashing outside!  El Loco over the top rope...  Slingshot corkscrew crossbody connects!  Both men are down!  The crowd is on their feet!"

Crowd:  "LET'S GO LOCO!   LET'S GO LOCO!"

Brad Blood:  "El Loco manages to take Gus down but at what cost?  He is also barely moving outside!  The referee looks out and begins counting."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!"

Jim Jackson:  "Both wrestlers start to stir and slowly get back to their feet...  Gus throws a punch but El Loco blocks it and counters with a somersault dropkick sending Gus crashing back first into the steel steps!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Two!"

Brad Blood:  "Here comes El Loco charging towards Gus...  NO!  Gus counters with a back body drop and El Loco falls into the steel steps!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "Gus grabs and pulls El Loco down...  Irish whip by Gus as he tries to send El Loco to the steel steps...  NO!  Reversed by El Loco and it's Gus who ends up eating steel!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Four!"

Brad Blood:  "El Loco leaps up the apron...  He jumps unto Gus' shoulders...  FRANKENSTEINER!  Gus' head just got driven to the ground outside!"

Crowd:  "THAT WAS AWESOME!  THAT WAS AWESOME!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Four!"

Jim Jackson:  "The crowd is showing their appreciation for El Loco! El Loco jumps onto the apron and leaps doing a flip before landing on his opponent...  SHOOTING STAR PRESS!  NO!  GUS ROLLS AWAY AT THE LAST MOMENT AND EL LOCO HITS NOTHING BUT THE FLOOR!"

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

Jack B. Nimble:  "Five!"

Brad Blood:  "Gus slowly staggers to his feet and shake off the cobwebs...  He picks El Loco up and drives El Loco right into the steel railings back first!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Six!"

Jim Jackson:  "Gus is roars out loud and Irish whips El Loco back into the steel steps!  Gus starts slamming El Loco's head unto the unforgiving steel!  ONE!  TWO!  THREE!  FOUR!  FIVE!  EL LOCO IS BUSTED OPEN AS BLOOD SEEPS THROUGH HIS MASK!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Seven!"

Brad Blood:  "They better bring the action back into the ring or they'll both be counted out!  Wait what is Gus doing?  He's up the steel steps and pulls El Loco up with him!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Eight!"

Jim Jackson:  "Oh no...  Don't tell me the Psychopath is...  Gus first lifts El Loco up over his head with arms fully extended, before lowering the arm under the head of the opponent so that the opponent falls to that side, while flipping over and landing on his back....  RIGHT ON THE STEEL STEPS!  GUS HITS HIS FINISHER OUT OF CONTROL ON THE STEEL STEPS!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "Nine!"

Brad Blood:  "Gus drags El Loco and enters back into the ring just before the ten count!  Gus goes for the cover!"

Jim Jackson:  "There is just no way now for El Loco to kick out of that..."

Brad Blood:  "I think he's dead Jim."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall...  The Pyschopath...  GUS!"

Jim Jackson:  "And Gus utterly destroyed El Loco tonight brutally as the crowd looks on at what may be a new force here in Ring of Chaos.  What is up next for Gus?"

Brad Blood:  "The crowd starts booing but what matters is who is standing at the end of the match and that ain't El Loco.  Gus snickers as he makes his way back up the ramp as EMTs rush into the ring to check up on El Loco."






SMASH!

The sound of car windows smashing is heard as Lexi Thorne swings a steel pipe.  Thorne reaches into the car and pulls out a laptop.

Lexi Thorne:  "This should get me a few extra bucks..."

The street rat smirks as she deposits the laptop in her gym bag.  A tap on her shoulder and she whips around with her steel pipe ready to strike stopping a few inches away from Julia Rodriguez's face.

Lexi Thorne:  "What do you want?"

Swallowing hard, Julia Rodriguez begins to speak.

Julia Rodriguez:  "I was wondering if I can have a short interview with you before your match tonight Lexi."

Lexi Thorne:  "Interview?  I ain't got time for no interview.  Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Julia tries to convince Lexi to grant the interview.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Maybe just a few statements for the fans watching tonight?"

Lexi Thorne:  "Fans?  I ain't doin' this for the fans?  I'm doin' this for the money!  You think I give a shit what the fans thinkg?  I'm getting paid to do what I enjoy doin' and that's puttin' the smackdown on some bitches.   I certainly don't care about the fans.  The only statement I'm doin' here tonight is beatin' up three other losers, got that?"

Lexi Thorne shoves the tip of the steel pipe under Julia's chin as Julia tries to nod uncomfortably.  She then turns towards the camera.

Lexi Thorne:  "Hey!  Are you fuckin' filmin' me?  Who the fuck gave you permission to film me?"

Lexi lunges at the cameraman with her steel pipe, as the pipe comes down, a loud crash is heard before the scene cuts to black.






The camera opens up to show The Northern Kings planning for their matches tonight. Sam and Shadow are sitting on chairs while Allister is pacing about in full Allied WW2 military attire. Not even he knows where he managed to get the outfit. Most likely stolen from an elderly veteran.

Allister King: "Listen up, you shit covered maggots! I have come up with a strategic plan for victory here tonight."

Sam leans into Callahan and whispers.

Samantha King: "Ten bucks says it's stupid."

Allister wheels out a blackboard that he conveniently had hidden in the showers. He begins to draw.

Allister King: "Here's the plan, Sammie, you will use to feminine ways to seduce and distract the competition and quickly roll them up for the pin. Next step."

Samantha King: "All my opponents are women and i'm pretty sure none of them are lesbians."

Allister King: "You sure?"

Samantha King: "Yeah."

Allister King: "Doesn't hurt to try. Now…"

Callahan slips Sam ten bucks.

Allister King: "Shad! In your match you will retrieve the AK-47 that I have hidden under the ring and blast many a hole into your opponent."

Shadow lights up a cigarette.

Shadow Callahan: "I don't have a match tonight."

Allister King: "What? That can't be right."

Shadow Callahan: "It is my day off."

Allister King: "But it says here you are in a match."

Samantha King: "Let me see that."

Allister hands her a sheet of paper.

Samantha King: "Yeah, this is out of date."

Allister King: "Liar!"

Samantha King: "See? This sheet is says 2013 and it's not even the right company."

Allister King: "Damn it! Must have grabbed the wrong one."

Samantha King: "How? And why do you still have this?"

Allister King: "Well I just grabbed the one at the top of the pile in my office and ..... it has just occurred to me that me that I was at the wrong location."

Samantha King: "Do you even have a brain?"

Allister King: "Of course, how else would my body manage to function? Anyway for my match..."

Suddenly a portal opens up in the room and a drunk elderly scientist and a kid step it.

Morty: "Aww gees Rick, where are we?"

Rick: "It appears that we somehow managed to end up in some strange universe where inanimate objects can become global wrestling phenomenons *Burp*. Well hello beautiful!

The old man slides over to Sam.

Rick: "Hi, I'm Rick and this is Morty. Wanna come take a ride in my ship through space?"

She raises her hand.

Samantha King: "I'm Married."

Rick: "Let's go Morty! This universe has nothing to offer us!"

The two enter the portal which closes behind them.

Allister King: "Anyway, my plan now is to use this alien weapon I just pickpocketed off that old man to vaporize the competition and become number 1 contender for the ..."

The portal opens up again.

Rick: "Yoink!"

He takes the gun and the portal closes again.

Allister King: "God damn it! Now I have to do it the old fashioned way. Fisticuffs!"

Sam looks at Shadow.

Samantha King: "He's doomed."

Allister draws a penis on the blackboard as the camera fades to black.






VS

VS

VS

Jim Jackson: "Coming up next is a four-way elimination match to determine who will challenge Desiré for the RoC Women's Championship! Newcomer Lexi Thorne shall be going against Nao Fook Mi who is also feuding with her own sister Nao Fook Yu and Samantha King."

Brad Blood: "Nothing better than four pair of boobies!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is an four-way elimination match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first standing in at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 185 pounds, hailing from Brooklyn, New York... LEXI THORNE!"

The lights go dark as "Shattered" by The Rolling Stones starts playing on the speakers as a mist rises from the top of the dimly lit entrance ramp. Walking through the mist with a steel pipe in hand, Lexi Thorne walks down the entrance ramp cockily as the crowd boo loudly. She ignores the loud boos and leaps up the apron and spitting the gum in her mouth towards the crowd before entering the ring.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, hailing from Shichuan, China... NAO FOOK MI!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, 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 Mi, 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 then heads over to Nao Fook Mi's corner as a staredown ensues.

Nao Fook Yu: "Don't expect to be winning that title shot tonight sis, I'll be the one walking away the winner here tonight. I've been held back by you for far too long and tonight, I shall prove that I am the better Nao twin!"

Nao Fook Yu gives her sister a shove as she backs away.

Nao Fook Mi leaps over the ropes and charges towards her sister shoving her to the ground.


Nao Fook Mi: "Listen here sis, I've been very patient with you because we are blood, but your bitching and your attitude has slowly eroded away all my patience. If you want a piece of me tonight, then try and take it. I tell you now that it won't be easy. Someone needs to discipline that spoiled ass of yours and since Ma and Pa aren't here, I guess it's up to me to do it! C'mon do your worse! I'll take it all in and return it to you with interest!"

Both girls are separated and sent to their corner before any more unpleasantness ensues...

Jim Jackson: "Well, a little pre-fight squabble between the twin sisters. Looks like things won't be settling down for these two in this family feud."

Brad Blood: "Seems like it, how will it translate in tonight's fight, well, we'll find out soon."

Alice Aoi: "Introducing last, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, The Morrigan... SAMANTHA KING!"

Insert entrance for second wrestler here.

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! Nao Fook Mi and Samantha King will be starting the match! Fook Mi charges towards King... Axe kick by King misses as Fook Mi takes her down with an arm drag. King gets back up but Fook Mi off the ropes connects with a springboard back elbow. King is sent reeling to the ropes... Fook Mi charges in but King takes her down with a big lariat!"

Brad Blood: "Ooh! Fook Mi almost got her head taken off with that. Going against an in-ring veteran like Samantha, you have to be more alert co'z she can counterattack at any time."

Jim Jackson: "Samantha King with a standing moonsault... She flattens Fook Mi! Leg drop by King connects! King goes high risk and climbs up to the top turnbuckle... She leaps... Fook Mi rolls away at the last moment and The Morrigan hits nothing! Fook Mi tries to get a tag... She crawls towards her sister Nao Fook Yu..."

Brad Blood: "Fook Yu suddenly pulls her hand away! Samantha King from behind rolls Fook Mi up!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi manages to kick out at two! Samantha King stands ready as Nao Fook Mi gets to their feet. Samantha King swings her leg delivering a swift boot to the groin area. Before Nao Fook Mi can hit the ground, She then locks them in a three quarter face lock and tightens her grip. With a haunting scream, she jumps up into the air and backflips over Nao Fook Mi driving them into the mat with a standing shiranui... SIREN'S CALL! King for the cover!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, Nao Fook Mi has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood: "One down and two to go! Look at that smirk on Fook Yu's face at her sister's elimination."

Jim Jackson: "And it's Nao Fook Yu next who enters the ring. Fook Yu attacks The Morrigan with a running elbow! Samantha King gets back up to her feet. Fook Yu connects with a spinning side kick! Double axe handle floors King! Fook Yu connects with a DDT next! She hooks the leg...."

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

Brad Blood: "Samantha kicks out at two and quickly rolls away getting some distance and breaking Fook Yu's momentum. A good strategy from the veteran. Fook Yu tries to get near Samantha but she circles around and keeps her distance in order to recover."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu charges in, Samantha King sidesteps and counters with a spinning back fist. Fook Yu is knocked to the ropes, King with a clothesline sends Fook Yu over the top rope and on to the outside! Samantha King charges towards the ropes... Suicide dive through the second rope takes Fook Yu down! The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood: "Damn! Samantha nearly broke Fook Yu in half like that. Samantha grabs Fook Yu and throws her back into the ring as the crowd cheers on!"

Jim Jackson: "Slingshot corkscrew legdrop by Samantha King connects! She goes for the cover but Nao Fook Yu has her leg up on the bottom rope! The Morrigan drags Fook Yu back to her feet. She has Fook Yu's back.... Back elbows by Fook Yu followed by a mule kick! Fook Yu leaps towards Lexi Thorne... She gets a tag! Thorne enters the ring and takes Samantha King down with a neckbreaker! King struggles to her feet... She gets floored by Thorne's knee strike! Thorne for the cover..."

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

Brad Blood: "Shoulder up at two! It's still too early for Lexi to count her chickens specially when fighting a veteran like Samantha."

Jim Jackson: "Lexi Thorne slips behind her opponent then locks her arms around her opponent's neck and then brings her opponent down to the canvas before locking both legs in a body scissor from behind and tightening her arms cutting off her opponent's air supply executing an excruciating Be-Thorned! Samantha King is in trouble! Will she tap or will she be choked out? Wait! King gets her foot on the bottom rope. Thorne doesn't let go!"

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

Brad Blood: "Lexi maximized the five count and gets a warning from the referee but the damage has been done. Samantha is still gasping for air as Lexi goes in for the kill."

Jim Jackson: "Lexi Thorne picks Samantha King up on her shoulders... Fallaway slam! King staggers to her feet... Body slam by Thorne followed by an elbow drop to the throat... And another elbow drop! And another! And another! And another!!! Five elbow drops! Simple but brutally effective! Thorne goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Samantha still manages to hold on and prevent herself from being eliminated! Samantha slowly crawls towards Fook Yu... She needs to get a tag... Wait! Lexi pulls her back to the middle of the ring! Things do not look good for Samantha..."

Jim Jackson: "Lexi Thorne locks in a figure four leglock! The Morrigan screams in pain! Samantha King tries to make it to the ropes... This time Thorne releases the hold. Standing clothesline by Thorne, King ducks rolls under it! She gets a tag! Nao Fook Yu from the top turnbuckle... Missile dropkick! Lexi Thorne is sent flying! Thorne tries to shake it off... Superkick by Fook Yu sends Thorne over the top rope! Thorne manages to hold on the top rope and lands on the apron! Nao Fook Yu leaps over the top rope and starts blasting Thorne with hard rights! Eye rake by Thorne! Fook Yu is blinded! The ref gives a warning! Big knee to the midsection forces Fook Yu to bend over... Thorne picks Fook Yu up..."

Brad Blood: "HOLY CRAP! SHE'S NOT GONNA... OH MY GOD SHE JUST DID!"

Jim Jackson: "POWERBOMB BY LEXI THORNE FROM THE APRON TO THE OUTSIDE!! FOOK YU IS JUST FOLDED IN HALF! THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Brad Blood: "Fook Yu ain't moving at all! Lexi struggles to her feet and throws Fook Yu back into the ring! Lexi goes for the cover..."

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

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu still manages to hold on! Lexi Thorne puts her opponent's head between her legs in a figure four and locks her legs around her opponent's neck cutting off her opponent's air supply executing a excruciating Thorne-niquet! Thorne locks in her finisher! Fook Yu is trapped with nowhere to go and after that powerbomb, she is hardly putting up any fight at all! Wait! Fook Yu passes out! The referee goes to check and Fook Yu is out! He raises his hands in a X!"

Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, Nao Fook Yu has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood: "Samantha wastes no time and enters the ring clobbering Lexi from behind with a running forearm! Samantha goes to work as she stomps away on Lexi not giving her any time to retaliate. Good strategy there by Sammie."

Jim Jackson: "Wait! Lexi Thorne catches Samantha King's leg! She pulls King down and locks in an Argentine leglock! The Morrigan screams in pain and tries to reach for the ropes! She's just a few inches away... She makes a leap... And gets the rope break! King struggles to her feet... Lexi Thorne grabs her opponent's head in a headlock and then leaps up and locks her opponent in a body leg scissor using her weight to make her opponent arch down cutting off her opponent's air supply executing a painful Crown of Thornes! Thorne locks in her finisher! King is caught!"

Brad Blood: "Samantha taps! Samantha taps! It's over!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by submission... LEXI THORNE!"

Jim Jackson: "And Lexi Thorne bests three other women to gain a shot at the RoC Women's title! What a debut! Desiré will have her hands full."

Brad Blood: "Lexi is certainly a new force here in RoC, will she be the one to reinvigorate the women's division? Well stay tuned to find out."






Standing before the camera is the young interviewer Julia Rodriguez. As the camera pans out, Nicolas Dorn stumbles beside her.

Julia Rodriguez: "Ladies and Gentlemen, standing with me now is none other than the Living Legend himself, "Smooth" Nicolas Dorn!"

Dorn gives the finger guns to the camera as Julia continues.

Julia Rodriguez: "Mr. Dorn, just last show you helped Thaddeus Rex win the battle royale, now you find yourself with another opportunity to get into the World Title picture. Would you please give us your thoughts on this opportunity?"

Nicolas Dorn: "It's funny how I keep finding my way into the title picture, isn't it? Whether it is out of respect for who I am or just dumb luck, I keep getting what may be my final opportunity at the gold."

Nicolas Dorn holds up a finger.

Nicolas Dorn: "One last World title to cap off my career, one last great match, one last magnificent achievement. I can hardly tell you what that would mean to me, but this may very well be my last chance to make this goal a reality."

Nicolas Dorn's old, haggered face scrunches in consideration of that fact.

Nicolas Dorn: "I have to make the most out of my opportunity tonight... I have to win. For too long, people have joked that I should be retired. Maybe I should be, but I'm still here. So tonight, I show why. Tonight, I beat the three other wrestlers and EARN that final opportunity at a World Championship! Tonight, the Smooth one gets one more ride to glory."

Dorn nods his head as he psychs himself up, but Julia quickly asks one final question.

Julia Rodriguez: "What if you end up facing Thaddeus Rex for the World Championship."

Nicolas Dorn stands still as he considers what he just heard. Without answering, Dorn turns and walks away from Julia, leaving her alone in the hallway.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 10/04/2015

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:19 am



"Vice City" by Jay Rock plays around the arena and Rafik Arfah comes out to his new theme. He raises his arms in the air and soaks in the mixed reaction.  

Brad Blood: "Here is ROC's resident terrorist. I bet he will fuck up tonight again.. he can't win the big one and he never will. Sorry not sorry. It's the truth."

Rafik Arfah heads to the announce table.

Jim Jackson: "I think he heard you."

Rafik Arfah: "I can't win the big one?"

Brad Blood:  "No."

Rafik Arfah:  "Is that.. what you think?"

Brad Blood: "I-"

Rafik Arfah: "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK! FUCKBOY."

Rafik Arfah heads to the ring and grabs a microphone.

Rafik Arfah: "Big money, big booty bitches. Man, that shit gon' be death of me..."  

Crowd cheers.

Rafik Arfah: "Wanna see what else is gonna be the death of me? Having shot.. after shot.. after shot! To get a ROC WHC title match. But fucking it up. Last week I got eliminated by Bakla and Wang in the rumble. "

Brad Blood: "Is he gonna feud with him again? I don't wanna see another match with those two loonies."

Rafik Arfah: "Shut up, idiot. We are not gonna feud again. I have no grudge with him. Move the fuck on. Well, as we all can see, I did not win the title shot. But luckily, the lord has gave me another shot to become the N1C.. thank you, Thor!"

Jim Jackson: "What?"

Rafik Arfah: "So tonight.. it's a foursome match. Let's talk about the opponents a bit. Allister King is gonna be there. Allister, I ain't gonna shit talk you because you monica, dawg. Remember that time you put shit in Phil's office? Hilarious. I look forward to facing you. We gonna bring up the workrate in this sumabitch. And there is Bakla. Not much to be said. I respect you as well. We will also tear it down I bet. Which brings me to the next dude.. Nicolas Dorn.. literally who? Who the fuck is he? I have been in ROC for a while and have never heard of him or saw him. What qualifies for this match? Absolutely nothing. At least you got that for you. Regardless.. I will beat him, Allister and Bakla. It's not over confidence. It's faith. I can't believe otherwise. And if I lose, I lose. I will keep trying and trying and giving a 169% percent until I will be wearing this title around this fit waists. Believe that, madafaaaaka."

Rafik drops the mic and waits for the match to begin.





The scene opens backstage and we see Boy Bakla staring right into the camera.  With a heavy sigh, Bakla begins to talk.

Boy Bakla:  "So here we are again!  Don't worry, I'll keep this short... Another title shot on the line.  Time in and time out, I have disappointed not only the fans but myself for falling short.  But it ends tonight!  Yes tonight, RoC's Transsexual Superstar shall rise fabulously like the phoenix rising from the ashes.  I shall win this battle against Allister, Rafik and Nicolas and claim my ticket to the gold.  For far too long I have squandered the chances given to me, tonight I shall squander it no more...  Be prepared for a new Bakla here tonight, be prepared for my second coming.  Allister, Rafik, Nicolas, it will be your unfortunate luck to face me tonight."

With that Bakla blows a kiss towards the camera as it fades to pink.






VS

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Jim Jackson: "The RoC World Title picture has been pretty active ever since Alexander Melchiott assumed the role of vice-general manager and tonight is another prime example of why."

Brad Blood: "What I don't get is why Dorn is part of this again?! I mean he's past his prime! He could keel over at any moment!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a four corners match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet four 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, 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 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 ring with flourish and heads to her corner waiting for the match to begin.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, hailing from Queens, New York, 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... Suddenly he gets attacked from behind!

Jim Jackson: "IT'S COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB! C4 JUST ATTACKED NICOLAS DORN FROM BEHIND! C4 throws Dorn from the top of the entrance ramp into the crates down below!"

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "You pompous old fart! You keep running your mouth off, well this time your words did not fall on deaf ears. You want me Dorn? Well you got me! I accept your challenge!"

C4 exits to the back as paramedics rush in to check upon Nicolas Dorn.

Brad Blood: "Well Nicolas did call him out, I guess that is C4's reply! The problem now is I guess this four corners match will be a triangle match since Dorn is in no condition to compete tonight."

Alice Aoi: "It seems that we are now having a triangle match instead! Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel, Mr. Shitpost, Shitlord, The Supremacist... RAFIK ARFAH!"

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

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! Allister King and Rafik Arfah will be kicking things off! The King of Fools charges in, Arfah off the ropes connects with a springboard clothesline! King gets back up, lariat by Arfah misses! King counters with with a backstabber! King connects with his signature It's Dangerous to go Alone! Take This! Arfah is down! King goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Rafik gets his shoulders up! Allister is looking to finish this match early."

Jim Jackson: "Allister King connects with a dropkick sending The Supremacist to the ropes... Follow-up clothesline sends Rafik Arfah over the top rope! Arfah clings on the top rope and lands on the apron! Enzuigiri follow up by King sends Arfah flying to the ground outside! Allister King leaps to the apron... Springboard moonsault from the apron... NO! Arfah rolls out of the way but King lands on his feet! Lariat by Arfah catches The King of Fools! Arfah throws King back into the ring and leaps to the top turnbuckle... Diving elbow drop connects! Arfah for the three count!"

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

Brad Blood: "Allister kicks out at two! Looks like Rafik is going for a submission as he takes hold of Allister's leg... Wait! Allister kicks free and scampers between Rafik's legs! He leaps and gets a tag! The tranny has entered the fray!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla from the top turnbuckle... Flying crossbody... MISSES! Rafik Arfah grabs Bakla in a headlock... Bakla slips free and counters with a hammerlock! Arfah twists free and sends Bakla to the ropes with an Irish whip! Arfah with a clothesline but Bakla ducks under it and bounce back on the ropes! Arfah tries to go for a back body drop but Bakla leaps over him! Arfah turns around... Bakla with and springboard corkscrew scissor kick! Arfah goes down!"

Brad Blood: "Looks like Bakla is going high risk again! Bakla is up on top... It leaps... OHH!!! RAFIK GETS BOTH KNEES UP COUNTERING BAKLA'S FROGSPLASH!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah quickly locks in a triangle choke and Boy Bakla is caught! Wait Allister King sneaks in and disrupts the submission hold! The ref sends King back to the corner. Arfah charges in and knocks King off the apron in retaliation! He then returns to Bakla... Arfah bends over to lift Bakla from the ground... No! Bakla quickly grabs Arfah and rolls him up! Arfah's shoulders are down!"

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

Brad Blood: "Arfah kicks out at two! That fruitcake was playing possum!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah gets back up to his feet... Boy Bakla sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip! Back body drop attempt by Bakla countered with a knee to the face! Arfah off the ropes... Flying armbar! Bakla is caught! Bakla tries to reach for the ropes... She makes it! Arfah lets go! Bakla throws an uppercut just as Arfah approaches... Arfah is stunned... Boy Bakla grabs its opponent's hair and pulls it hard executing a horrible Bad Hair Day! The ref gives a warning to Bakla!"

Brad Blood: "Rafik uses this chance to get a tag! Allister gets back into the ring!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla charges towards The Jester of the Ring... HADOUKICK! Allister King hits his signature maneuver! Bakla crumples to the mat! King for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "No! Rafik interrupts the three count! Allister quickly attacks Rafik with a clothesline and throws Rafik over the top rope! Allister runs and leaps over the top rope... Senton takes Rafik Arfah out! The crowd goes wild!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Allister King leaps back up the apron and prepares to enter the ring... Big running knee by Boy Bakla stuns The King of Fools! Bakla pulls King back into the ring and hits a body slam! Leg drop by Bakla! Bakla grabs King's leg and applies an ankle lock... Wait! King counters it into a single leg Boston crab! Bakla tries to reach the ropes... She makes it! King releases the hold. Bakla gets back to her feet but Allister King takes her down with a springboard hurricanrana! King for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Bakla gets its shoulder up at the count of two! Allister continues his attack, Irish whip on Bakla... No! Countered! King is sent to the corner! Bakla charges in... NO ONE IS HOME! Bakla hits the ringpost shoulders first!"

Jim Jackson: "Allister King pulls Boy Bakla off and quickly gets to work on her shoulders with a Fujiwara armbar! Bakla is screaming in pain! Looks like Bakla is gonna tap... NO! Rafik Arfah pulls King off of Bakla! King and Arfah starts brawling! Both men continue to trade punches... Bakla slowly gets up... Bakla goes to the top turnbuckle... FLYING CORKSCREW CROSSBODY TAKES BOTH KING AND ARFAH OUT! The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood: "Bakla goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Allister gets his shoulder up just in the nick of time!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla with hard stomps on Allister King's chest! Boy Bakla mounts on top of it's opponent and starts slapping away hard with a series of slaps... NO! ALLISTER CATCHES BAKLA'S HAND AND COUNTERS THE MAKEOVER INTO A CROSSFACE! Bakla is trapped and screams in pain! Bakla tries to reach the ropes... She makes it!"

Brad Blood: "Rafik is finally sent back to his corner. Allister gets back to his feet, Bakla crawls towards Rafik trying to get a tag! Rafik has his arms out... Allister prevents Bakla from tagging Rafik by tagging Rafik himself! What a strategy!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah enters the ring and hits a kneedrop on Boy Bakla's shoulders! He's working the same shoulder that is already hurting. Arfah has Bakla in a kimura lock... Bakla screams in pain and tries to reach the ropes... She makes it but how long can she still hold on?"

Brad Blood: "Looks like Rafik is licking his lips... He may be going for his finisher!"

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders and slams him face first into his knee. KENTA USED IT FIRST! RAFIK CONNECTS WITH HIS FINISHER! Bakla is out!"

Brad Blood: "Wait! Rafik is too near the corner! Allister tags himself in! The ref sends Rafik back out! Rafik is not happy and is arguing with the ref!"

Jim Jackson: "Dropkick by Allister King sends Rafik off the apron! King quickly hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "ALLISTER STEALS THE WIN!"

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah looks furious! He had the win right in his grasp and Allister King pulls the rug from right under him!"

Brad Blood: "Tough break for Rafik. Allister is celebrating his win and his new title shot for the RoC World Title."






The scene opens to see Alexander Melchiott standing before the camera.

Alexander Melchiott: "Ace, tonight I am giving you the chance of a lifetime; the chance to defeat Alexander Melchiott for the RoC Lightweight Championship! But Ace, make no mistake, I'm not just going to let you win. I plan on being the Lightweight Champion for a long, long time. So if you think you are going to defeat me tonight, you have another thing coming."

Alexander starts walking down the hall.

Alexander Melchiott: "But do me a favor and give it your all. I want to see what you are capable of, Ace. More importantly, I want to see what you can do in a high-pressure situation."

Alexander turns and looks at the camera, taking off his sunglasses as he does so.

Alexander Melchiott: "Don't disappoint me."

With that, Melchiott turns away from the camera and walks down the hall as the scene fades.






"Shitsuren Mosshu" by Garlic Boys booms throughout the speakers, leading to Haruki Inoki coming out in his black, red striped robe along with his devastating Kendo stick. Haruki Inoki doesn't even take one glance at the fans as he walks his way into the ring where he kneels down to one leg, gesturing one of his fist forward from his body. He goes to the grab a microphone and waits for his music to die down to speak.

Haruki Inoki: "Konbanwa! Ring Of Chaos! Watashi wa Inoki Haruki des! My name is Haruki Inoki for those that don’t care to understand Japanese. I will speak your inferior language, so you morons will understand me!"

Receiving loud boos from the audience.

Haruki Inoki: "I have been roaming around Japan for the last 8 years, fighting in Kempo Boxing matches along with wrestling matches, making myself the ultimate king fighter. Now I have come here to prove myself as the Kempo King, here to take your championships and bringing them home to Japan!"

Haruki Inoki: "With that said I have my vision set on the ROC World Championship, and to anyone in the locker room I as in my way I will knock them down without fail."

Haruki Inoki: "Subete wa kenpō Kingu hyō! ALL HAIL THE KEMPO KING!!"


“Shitsuren Mosshu” hits again as Haruki Inoki drops the mic before heading to the ramp. He turns to the crowd, kneeling down onto one leg and gesturing his fist forward from his body. He eventually gets up and heads back to the curtains.



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Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:26 am



The scene opens to Ace Hawkins limbering up for his match.  Noticing the camera, Ace turns towards it.

Ace Hawkins: "Tonight, I get the second-biggest opportunity in my career when I face Alexander Melchiott, the Alexander Melchiott, for his Lightweight Championship.  Tonight, I could go from obscurity to glory.  I can put myself on the map with a win here tonight... but I know it won't be that easy.  Melchiott is a battle-hardened veteran; he's forgotten more about this sport than I've learned!  But on any given night, at any given moment, lightning can strike."

Ace punches his hand with his fist.

Ace Hawkins: "And that's what will happen tonight.  Lightning is going to strike and I'm going to walk out of here tonight the new Lightweight Champion.  I have to.  Melchiott is the reason I'm in this company.  Well, that Murphy's Law says that anything that can go wrong, will.  Tonight, what can go wrong is Melchiott losing and it will.  Chekhov's Gun states that you don't introduce a principle without using it in some form during the story.  Melchiott brought me in, and now it's time for him to put me on the map.  Melchiott might think tonight will be easy, but I'm going to prove him, and the fans, wrong when I make lightning strike."

With that said, Ace continues to limber up as the scene fades.








VS

Jim Jackson: "Alexander Melchiott is giving the chance of a life-time to this kid; will Melchiott end up regretting it?"

Brad Blood: "There are plenty of wrestlers in that locker room who would have loved a chance at the Lightweight Championship, but Melchiott gives it to this kid?"

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott is trying to give opportunities out and he liked what he saw in the battle royale from this newcomer.  Here's the opportunity to show what he's capable of and perhaps even defeat Melchiott and win the title."

Brad Blood: "I'm not buying it, Jim.  I think Melchiott has an alternative motive."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match for the Lightweight Championship and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the challenger, standing in at 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from St. Francis, Maine, The Maine Ace... ACE HAWKINS!"

"Outrage" by Capital Lights begins playing throughout the arena as Ace Hawkins runs out onto the entrance ramp. Walking to the center of the ramp, he throws a hand into the air as the fans cheer.  Nodding his head and smiling at the reaction, the young man begins walking towards the ring, slapping the hands of any fan who reaches out to him. When he arrives at ringside, he hops onto the ring apron before hopping over the top-rope. He climbs onto a turnbuckle to strike a quick pose for the fans.

Alice Aoi: "And introducing his opponent, he is the reigning and defending 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: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick.  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Alexander extends the hand for a handshake.  The two competitors shake, but Alexander pulls Ace in and drives his face into the mat with a cutter!  The Moonlight Cutter!  Melchiott quickly hooks both legs!"

Brad Blood: "One of the oldest tricks in the book!"

Jack B. Quick: "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING! DING! DING!

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

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott picks up the win as Ace looks dumbfounded by what just happened.  Melchiott tells the kid that he's still got a lot to learn before exiting the ring."

Brad Blood: "Yes, like when he's being used as a jobber."






"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 the RoC World Championship over his  head.

Ray Kamaura: "A few weeks ago, I was ready to retire. I was beaten, broken and left a husk of a man on the canvas. But Then I decided to ask for another chance. Another chance to start at the bottom and work my way up. So Alexander made a Battle Royal with a very odd stipulation, the runner up got a title shot, that night. While I didn't win the Battle Royal, I walked out as the Ring of Chaos World Heavyweight champion!"

The Champ lowers the mic and raises the belt! The Crowd screaming his name.

Ray Kamaura: "Well I thought to myself that night, Am I really good enough to hold the Championship? Eventually it came to me, Eventually It stops being a fluke. Twice now I have won this championship. Twice now I have proved I am the best in this Company, and Twice now I have clawed my way to the top."

"Carry on!" Chants emanate from the arena.

Ray Kamaura: "So If I have to fight T-Rex again, I promise I will drag him through hell before he even gets to think about taking this from me! I AM THE CHAMPION! I WILL REMAIN THE CHAMPION!"

Ray Kamaura takes a second to simmer down before he continues on his warpath.

Ray Kamaura: "It's not just about Gold tonight... It's not about pride or honor... It's not about winning or losing. I'm going to make you suffer, Thaddeus. I am going to beat you within an inch of your life, until you beg me to stop. Tonight... It's Personal!"  

Rage crosses The Rayward Son's face as he throws the microphone to the ground, the crowd screaming his name.






Thaddeus Rex:  "Ray Kamaura..."

Coming out like a low growl from a ferocious predator, Thaddeus Rex pronounces the name of his next target.

Thaddeus Rex:  "It seems that you are holding something that belongs to me.  Twice now have you laid your hands on a property that does not belong to you but that changes tonight.  Since the time the title had been unjustly stripped from me, false champions have held it.  False champions have claimed to be the best here in Ring of Chaos.  Well, tonight it ends...  As like all false idols, you shall fall... Your worshipers shall find out that you are unworthy of their adulation.  Now don't get me wrong Kamaura, I'm not saying that you suck, I'm just saying that you are not the best.  So be prepared, for tonight you shall return to me what is mine, the RoC World Title!"

T-Rex takes a moment before continuing his monologue.

Thaddeus Rex:  "Now of course you can save yourself the pain and the humiliation if you would relinquish to me what is truly mine.  But you won't do that...  No...  Pride always trumps intelligence...  Well I shall crush that pride as I crush you tonight, so enjoy your short fallacious reign as RoC World Champion because nothing will give me greater pleasure than popping your little bubble of false happiness."

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






Johann Pachelbel's Canon in D Major begins playing in the arena as Cecilia steps out from the back with a parasol out. Carrying the parasol, Cecilia leisurely walks down to the ring. Arriving at the ring, Cecilia folds in her parasol and sets it by the steel steps before climbing onto the apron and entering the ring with a microphone. Stepping into the center of the ring, Cecilia looks over the crowd before beginning to speak.

Cecilia Christiansen: "My name is Cecilia Christiansen. Due to the events of our "esteemed" Vice-General Manager Alexander Melchiott, I've had some time to reflect on my Ring of Chaos contract. And you know what? I'm actually thankful for what Mr. Melchiott and my... father did last week. I've opened my eyes and I know now that I am simply... well, better than everyone else on this roster."

Cecilia flicks her hair as the crowd boos.

Cecilia Christiansen: "I mean, think about it. I was a NOBODY! And yet, I had four men fighting over my career. The Great Alexander Melchiott took a personal interest in me. My father, The Ring General Lucas Christiansen tore himself up for me, his daughter. Serrano and Sawyer looked to take advantage of me, but it was I who came out on top. If you can't tell what perfection is, well, you're looking at it. I am talented, sexy, and your next women's champion. Why? Because I'm simply better than everyone else."

Saying that with a smile, Cecilia drops the mic before exiting the ring and retrieving her parasol. After giving it a twirl, Cecilia walks back up the ramp and disappears backstage.



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Jim Jackson: "Coming up next is our main event of the evening! That's right the match everyone has been waiting for, Ray Kamaura shall be defending his RoC World Title against Thaddeus Rex!"

Brad Blood: "Technically it shouldn't even be Ray's title, T-Rex is the rightful RoC World Champ and he gonna claim that title back again from Ray who is the faux-champ."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall AND IS FOR THE ROC WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, standing in at 7 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 300 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... He is your current and reigning RoC World Champion, 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: "Introducing next the challenger, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 230 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: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Nimble. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Thaddeus Rex assaults the champ with vicious punches! Ray Kamaura is being backed to the ropes by T-Rex's punches! Big haymaker by T-Rex sends Kamaura into the ropes, Kamaura bounces back... Lariat takes T-Rex down! Ray Kamaura with big clothesline takes T-Rex down. Thaddeus Rex gets up but a dropkick from the champ sends him reeling to the ropes... Kamaura charges in... Wait! T-Rex slips out of the ring to avoid the attack!"

Brad Blood: "Smart move by T-Rex, he stops Ray's momentum and can recover and regroup. The crowd may not like it but as long as he returns to the ring before the count of ten then it's all okay. Ray quickly exits the ring to chase after T-Rex! Thaddeus slips back into the ring first! Ray slips in... OOOH! T-Rex attacks Ray just as he enters the ring! I can't believe Ray fell for one of the oldest tricks in wrestling."

Jim Jackson: "Vicious stomps by the challenger grounds Ray Kamaura. Big elbow drop by Thaddeus Rex connects! T-Rex goes for a submission attempt as he tries to lock in a camel clutch... Kamaura somehow manages to get to the ropes fast! Big elbow by T-Rex stuns Kamaura! Atomic drop by the challenger! T-Rex with a big boot connects as Ray Kamaura is clutching his butt in pain. Double axe handle by Thaddeus Rex sends Kamaura back to the mat! The champ gets back up right into T-Rex's arms... Suplex by T-Rex... No! Blocked and reversed by Kamaura! T-Rex hits the canvas hard! Rex tries to get up but Ray Kamaura grabs Thaddeus Rex by the forearm, twisting them around, after three twists delivers and jumping spin kick to Thaddeus Rex's mid section connecting with his signature Better Luck Next Time! Kamaura for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "T-Rex gets a shoulder up at two! Looks like the champ has found his groove and is on a roll... Whoops! I think I spoke too soon! Low blow by T-Rex and the ref missed it! Ray crumples to the canvas in pain! So much for Ray's groove... The crowd may not like it but if the ref doesn't see it, then it didn't happen. T-Rex just showed us that he will do what it takes to regain his championship title."

Jim Jackson: "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. The champ is in trouble! He tries to reach for the ropes with his free hand but he's too far! Wait! Ray Kamaura uses his leg! He manages to get it on the bottom rope! T-Rex doesn't release the hold! The ref begins the five count!"

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

Brad Blood: "T-Rex lets go just short of being disqualified! Good strategy there by T-Rex maximizing the damage by taking advantage of the five count. And it looks like it has done the enough damage too as Ray seems to be favoring his left arm..."

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex knocks the champ back with a big clothesline... Ray Kamaura bounces on the ropes right into T-Rex's arms... Spinebuster! Kamaura staggers to his feet... Body slam by Rex! T-Rex continues his assault with vicious punches to Kamaura's head! Irish whip by T-Rex sends the champ to the ropes! Kamaura manages to stop himself from bouncing back by grabbing on to the ropes... SPEAR BY T-REX AND BOTH MEN FALL THROUGH THE SECOND ROPE!!! THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Brad Blood: "Ray looks hurt! The ref is telling T-Rex to bring the action back to the ring but T-Rex ignores it and continues his assault on Ray! Irish whip sends Ray crashing into the steel steps! Here comes T-Rex with a running knee... RAY MANAGES TO DODGE AT THE LAST SECOND! Thaddeus' knee just ate some steel and the ref begins the ten count!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!"

Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura is taking advantage of that as he attacks Thaddeus Rex's knee and stomps away. T-Rex manages to grab hold of Kamaura's knee. Dragon leg screw! Kamaura goes down! T-Rex lifts the champ up on his shoulders... POWERBOMB RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS! Ray Kamaura looks real hurt!"

Jack B. Nimble: "Two!"

Brad Blood: "Looks like T-Rex ain't done with Ray yet! He starts slamming Ray's head into the steel steps! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Ray is probably seeing whole solar systems by now!"

Jack B. Nimble: "Three!"

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by Thaddeus Rex sends the champ back first crashing into the steel railings! Here comes T-Rex charging in... RAY KAMAURA COUNTERS WITH A BACK BODY DROP OUT OF NOWHERE SENDING T-REX OVER THE STEEL RAILS AND INTO THE CHAIRS AS THE CROWD DISPERSES!"

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

Jack B. Nimble: "Four!"

Brad Blood: "Ray stumbles back towards the ring... He climbs up to the ring apron... T-Rex staggers and slowly climbs over the steel railings... He's half-way over... RAY KAMAURA WITH A SENTON FROM THE RING APRON TAKES HIM OUT! THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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

Jack B. Nimble: "Five!"

Brad Blood: "But at what cost? Both men are now down and out though Ray cannot lose the title by count out. If Thaddeus doesn't find a way to get both of them back into the ring before the ten count then Ray will retain."

Jim Jackson: "That's right Brad and the advantage right now is for the champ Ray Kamaura. Kamaura starts to stir, he slowly makes his way over the barricade. Thaddeus Rex is still down. Kamaura reaches the ring apron but stumbles... It is clear that he's hurt himself with the senton."

Jack B. Nimble: "Six!"

Brad Blood: "Wait! T-Rex is also beginning to stir! He's pulling himself up using the steel railings for support! Ray has now climbed up the ring apron and haphazardly stumble back into the ring!"

Jack B. Nimble: "Seven!"

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex has now climbed over the barricade but has collapsed unto the floor! Can he still pull himself up? Wait T-Rex grabs on the apron and struggles as he pulls himself up."

Jack B. Nimble: "Eight!"

Brad Blood: "Thaddeus Rex is up the apron! He stumbles a bit and almost falls over but manages to grab on to the ropes! We can see the pain etched in T-Rex's face... If he falls off now there is no way for him to get back in by ten! Ray knows this and charges in with a big boot! NO! T-Rex manages to dodge!"

Jack B. Nimble: "Nine!"

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex manages to enter the ring in the nick of time! The champ sensing victory goes in for the kill! T-Rex blocks a running kick but is sent to the ropes! He bounces back to Ray Kamaura's arms... Standing Spanish fly by Kamaura! He slams T-Rex into the canvas! T-Rex struggles to his knees... Ray Kamaura falls back and bounces off the ropes before drop kicking Thaddeus Rex! Kamaura hits his signature move KABLAM! He goes for the cover! Will this be enough?"

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

Brad Blood: "T-Rex gets a shoulder up! Ooh! Ray thought he had it there! Close call but T-Rex's tank is close to empty and Ray knows it!"

Jim Jackson: "Ray Kamaura has Thaddeus Rex up and is going for a belly to belly suplex... No! T-Rex blocks the attempt! He counters! 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. Kamaura crumples to the canvas but so does T-Rex! Both men are down! T-Rex in an act of desperation used his signature move even though he knows he'll take damage. This is how much he wants the title! Wait T-Rex pulls himself up! He's waiting in the corner as Kamaura also slowly rises to his feet groggily... Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him to the ground. He then mounts his opponent and proceeds to hammer down with both fists until his opponent is beaten to unconsciousness executing an extremely violent Rampage!"

Brad Blood: "OH MY GOD! WHAT A TURN AROUND! T-REX HITS HIS FINISHER! IT'S OVER! T-REX FOR THE COVER! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMP!"

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

Jim Jackson: "RAY KAMAURA GETS HIS FOOT UP ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! THE CROWD GOES WILD! Thaddeus Rex pounds his fists on the canvas in frustration! T-Rex goes back to the corner and waits for Kamaura to get up again... He's going for another Rampage! If he connects with this one, Kamaura will surely be finished. Kamaura slowly rises to his feet... Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and... RAY KAMAURA DODGES! T-REX RAMS INTO THE TURNBUCKLES HARD! T-Rex staggers from the corner... Ray Kamaura kicks Thaddeus Rex in the gut causing Thaddeus Rex to double over, Ray Kamaura bounces off the ropes and runs past Thaddeus Rex, rebounds off the ropes and jumps, placing his foot on Thaddeus Rex's head, forcing it into the mat! CARRY ON! CONNECTS! KAMAURA HITS HIS FINISHER! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!"

Brad Blood: "RAY HOOKS THE LEG! Is this it?!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall and STILL ROC WORLD CHAMPION! The Rayward Son... RAY KAMAURA!"

Jim Jackson: "What a match! What a battle! Ray Kamaura gets the win that legitimizes his claim for the RoC World Title finally! Ray Kamaura celebrates in the ring as Thaddeus Rex makes his way back up the ramp, he put up a good fight but tonight belongs to Ray Kamaura! WAIT! WHAT THE?!"

Brad Blood: "IT'S SHOGUN! SHOGUN HAS RETURN TO THE RING AFTER BEING SIDELINED BY T-REX AND NOW HE ASSAULTS THE BATTERED T-REX! Shogun starts to lift Thaddeus REx up into a suplex position, but changes it at the last minute, dropping Thaddeus Rex down on his head and neck executing the Second Stage Turbine Blade right on the top of the ramp! Talk about adding insult to injury... Or injury to injury! Shogun has returned and made a statement to the man who sidelined him for almost a year! Everyone looks on shocked... What a development! What a way to end the night!"






Jim Jackson: "What an evening! We have two new number one contenders, Lexi Thorne for the RoC Women's Title and Allister King for the RoC World Title! Not only that, Alexander King and Ray Kamaura both defended their titles respectively! An impressive victory for Kamaura against Thaddeus Rex! But the news of the evening is the return of Shogun!"

Brad Blood: "And not just any Shogun Jim! I think this is the old bad-ass Shogun! The way he brutally attacked T-Rex is still sending chills down my spine!"

Jim Jackson: "You may be right there Brad, what will happen next? I'm sure that Thaddeus Rex will not leave things be. We shall see the fallout of tonight's events in the next show so until next time... Good fight and good night!"



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