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Chaos Supreme 11/01/2015
by Thaddeus Rex Mon Nov 02, 2015 3:09 am
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Jim Jackson: "Mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble..."
Brad Blood: "Rabble rabble rabble rabble rabble rabble..."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing in at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 223 pounds, hailing from Fucking, Austria ... MAXIMUS ORGASMUS!"
"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye starts playing on the speakers as steam rises from the top of the entrance ramp... Dancing out seductively, Maximus Orgasmus grinds his way down the entrance ramp and into the ring.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing in at 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 306 pounds, hailing from Graz, Styria, Austria ... SAMUEL HOVAC!"
Samuel Hovac appears at the top of the ramp as Hammerfall's "Last Man Standing" blasts through the arena. He takes a second at the top of the ramp, before taking himself and his overall imposing person down to the ring.
Alice Aoi: "The referee for this match is Jack O. Lantern ! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Brad Blood: "Hah! The ref has a pumpkin head! Funny! Oh yeah there's a match. Max-O runs in with a spear but Hovac doesn't budge."
Jim Jackson: "Hovac lifts Orgasmus with a gutwrench and slams him down with a crucifix powerbomb! Show Stopper!"
Jack O. Lantern: "One! Two! Three!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... SAMUEL HOVAC!"
Jim Jackson: "Wub Wub Wub Wub Wub."
Brad Blood: "[Speaks Peanuts Adults.]"
Jim Jackson: "Good evening and welcome ladies and gentlemen, Halloween may be over but we still have a treat for everyone watching tonight!"
Brad Blood: "That's right! We have a great show tonight including boobies for the main event, a match between Desiré and Lexi Thorne for the RoC Women's Title! Plus we also have T-Rex going against Shogun! What else can you ask for?"
Jim Jackson: "What else? Well they can ask for the show to begin! So let us let CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
"Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse starts playing on the speakers as Marcus Troy dressed in an Armani suit steps forth from the entrance tunnel closely followed by the monster known as Entropy. He takes his time and lights up a Cuban cigar and puffs on it for a while before he makes his descent down the ramp as the crowd shower him with boos. He ignores the crowd's displeasure and steps into the ring.Marcus Troy: "Well that was a rude welcome to the new savior of Ring of Chaos."
More boos as pelted towards Troy who patiently waits for the crowd to settle down.
Marcus Troy: "So are you all done? You all got that out of your system? Good! Now as you all know, I am now also a vice-general manager here in RoC, and with that power I already showed you all on the last show that I am more than capable of making great booking decisions by changing the title match two weeks ago between Ray Kamaura and Allister King into a falls count anywhere match. A match that kept everyone in this building and all those watching online captivated and at the edge of their seats. In fact the match was so epic that I am sure everyone here wants more specially since it ended in a draw! So on the next Chaos Supreme, Ray Kamaura shall be facing Allister King again! But this time, it will not be a match for the title... No not yet! It will be a dance-off! Where-in the winner gets to add any stipulation he wants for the coming title match between both of them in the following show!"
Excited murmurs resonate throughout the arena.
Marcus Troy: "You see I am no monster, I know that Mr. Kamaura and Mr. King both took quite a beating two weeks ago and I want them to be in tiptop shape when they face each other again, that is why I booked a dance-off for the next show instead of another match. A little light-hearted fun before the climax if you will. Now that that is settled, let us go on to my next booking decision... Tonight, 2Kool4Skool, Beauty & the Geek and The Storm Riders shall be facing one another in a three-way tag team match... To make things more interesting, tonight's match will be a number one contender's match AND is now a THREE-WAY TORNADO TAG MATCH!"
The crowd starts to get excited at the prospect of the booking decisions of Marcus Troy.
Marcus Troy: "It's a good way to reinvigorate our tag team division! Who knows, the winning team may give Full-Time Killers a run for their money."
The crowd starts to cheer now for the man they once booed, Marcus Troy holds up a hand to stop them.
Marcus Troy: "Wait wait wait! I'm not done... Now the last business I came out here to tackle concerns the RoC Lightweight Title... As you all know, my co-vice-general manager Mr. Alexander Melchiott currently holds that title. The same Alexander Melchiott who announced that his time as VGM is an Age of Opportunity... Well the way I see it the only one taking advantage of that Age of Opportunity to hold on to the RoC Lightweight Title is Mr. Melchiott himself! Booking himself against wrestler he can easily beat to retain the title... Tsk tsk tsk... He wants to pull the wool over our eyes to hide the fact that this Age of Opportunity was catered to his interest! But of course he can prove me wrong... How? Well it's simple... Come out Mr. Melchiott and vacate the RoC Lightweight Title! Come out and prove me wrong!"
Marcus Troy lowers the mic and waits to see if Alexander Melchiott will answer his call.
After a few moments, Alexander Melchiott steps out onto the ramp accompanied by Samuel Hovac. The Lightweight Championship rests on Hovac's massive shoulder. Melchiott smiles as he runs a hand down one of the finely muscled arms of his strongman before motioning for a microphone.
Alexander Melchiott: "Marcus, Marcus, Marcus... you just don't know when to shut up, do you? My booking was a golden age for this federation, and saw The Morbidly Obese Man finally get the title and recognition he deserved. I provided fantastic matches week after week, including a barn-burner in the form of my contest with Little Wang. In fact, I daresay that I put Little Wang on the map in Ring of Chaos! Ultimately, you can say whatever you wish, but the facts are the facts; I gave the fans matches they wanted to see even when I held my best interests at heart. But Marcus! That doesn't mean I have to pick and choose weak opponents! I wanted to cement my legacy, and to do so, I needed stern competition. I reentered this company and won the Lightweight Championship from Johnny Fortune. I then defended the title in great matches against Little Wang and the Oriental Spices! What, dear boy, has Entropy done so far in his career? What, Marcus, has Entropy done since you've become a vice-general manager?"
Melchiott leans against Hovac, smiling down at the ring as he pretends to wait for an answer before bringing the microphone back to his lips.
Alexander Melchiott: "Exactly! NOTHING! Entropy has merely sat around beating up people who we all KNOW had no chance against him. You have done little to increase the competition for your "client" since you've become a VGM."
Pushing away from Hovac, Melchiott pulls the title off of the strongman's shoulder before holding it into the air.
Alexander Melchiott: "This belt belongs to me. Until I am defeated for this, I will NOT be giving it up. But Troy, if you want this so badly, you can feel free to step into the ring with me..."
Melchiott grins at the idea before placing the championship back onto Hovac's shoulder.
Alexander Melchiott: "Troy, you are a Vice-General Manager now! If you don't like the level of competition I've been taking on, you can change it! Find someone to beat me for my title if you want it so badly. But... if you want to increase my competition, why don't I increase Entropy's? I like playing games, Troy, so how about this? Entropy vs. my monster Samuel Hovac! If Entropy wins, I will no longer be a Vice-General Manager here in Ring of Chaos! But WHEN Hovac wins, you will no longer be a Vice-General Manager. How about it, Troy? Are you willing to take the gamble? Or are you too afraid that you're precious little toy will be broken?"
Marcus Troy merely smirks at Alexander Melchiott's pronouncement.
Marcus Troy: "Your reply is quite predictable Alexander. But one thing at a time... First of all your title... I'll give you time to think about it... If by the next show you still decide to hold on to it, then I shall prepare a worthy opponent to face you and take that title away from you."
Troy takes a puff from his cigar.
Marcus Troy: "Now, about your proposal... Entropy versus your so-called monster Hovac? Well if you think you your monster has what it takes to defeat Entropy, then I would gladly accept your proposal... But it seems that in my excitement as vice-general manager I've inadvertently fully booked the cards until November 29... But don't worry... Entropy shall face your Mr. Hovac on December 13... The last Chaos Supreme show for the year! What better way to end this year with your humiliation as Entropy stands over the broken body of Mr. Hovac and you stripped of your VGM position... And better yet... Entropy versus Samuel Hovac shall be a HELL IN A CELL MATCH!"
The crowd gasps and starts cheering at Troy's pronouncement. Marcus Troy then drops the mic and exits the ring, Entropy trailing close behind as he makes his way up the entrance ramp. Troy continues to walk until he passes Alexander Melchiott, he takes a puff from his cigar and releases the smoke towards Melchiott's direction. Entropy growls as he and Samuel Hovac face each other, neither men intimidated by each other. Just before tensions reach a breaking point Troy calls his client.
Marcus Troy: "Come Entropy... There will be time for that... Let Mr. Hovac enjoy the last moments of his wrestling career..."
With an air of arrogance, Troy exits through the tunnel with Entropy following behind him leaving Alexander Melchiott and Samuel Hovac.
Always busy, the production crew rushes through the backstage getting ready for the following match. Christy Chase silently walks through all the hustle and bustle, weaving and dodging through the workers as she is deep in thought. She stops when she sees Bob Bobbie, her tag team partner, the other half of Beauty & the Geek. Raising her arms, she waves at her partner as she calls out.
Christy Chase: "Hey Bob!"
Catching her partner's attention, Chase walks over.
Christy Chase: "So, you think we're ready to go for tonight? I think we've got a fairly good chance to win this. I mean, not taking anything away from our opponents but we are probably the most experienced team here tonight. I can finally see it Bob, the light at the end of the tunnel. All our hard work will finally pay off."
Christy Chase grins...
Christy Chase: "Honestly, the only threat I can see is that new team The Storm Riders... I've seen Capt. Sebastian Wolf in the ring and he's pretty erratic kinda like Allister King. His partner though, his partner seems imposing, a big brute that depends on strength, but I'm sure our superior speed and tag team tactics will be able to overcome them easily."
Chase continuous grin seems infectious as her partner also starts to grin.
Bob Bobbie nods and replies...
Bob Bobbie: "Well just to be sure though, we shouldn't underestimate our opponents, The Storm Riders may be new to RoC but we don't know how long they've been working with each other. Plus one big hit from them could nullify our speed advantage. For 2Kool4Skool... Well, honestly... Joe Jobber is one heck of a wrestler, he just has rotten luck, seriously rotten luck. I've sparred with him sometimes so I know he has the skill... Maybe he's cursed, I don't know but even the unlucky ones could get lucky if we are careless."
Bobbie's expression gets serious as he mulls...
Bob Bobbie: "One thing for sure is, this match could be our big break. This silver platter handed to us... It'd be a shame if we lose this chance, plus if we win this... Maybe we can get enough pull to convince Marcus Troy to let us fight Berry Sawyer and Edmundo Alejandro Serrano. If we were number one contenders... We can use that position to bargain for the match we really want to fight."
Bob Bobbie looks at Christy Chase...
Bob Bobbie: "C'mon, I have a few strategies I want to discuss before our match begins..."
Bob Bobbie turns and walks away as Christy Chase follows and the scene slowly fades to black.
A chance to get a title shot this soon is the last thing in Joe Jobber's mind when he teamed up with The Masked Moron. Having no luck in the very competitive singles division, Joe Jobber decided to try his luck in the tag team division, where recently there seem to be a lot of tag teams breaking up thinning the tag team division. So statistically, Joe thought that he may have a better chance to get a title in the much smaller tag team division, thus he teamed up with The Masked Moron to form 2Kool4Skool. But tonight, the new vice-general manager Marcus Troy dropped a big bomb on everyone, and the three-way elimination match has turned into a three-way tornado tag match for the chance to battle Full-Time Killers for the RoC Tag Team Championships. Adrenaline starts to pump through Joe's veins as he gets excited at the prospect of a title shot. He turns to look at his partner...
Joe Jobber: "I know we are a young team, I know that we lack experience but tonight we have this chance... A chance to become number one contenders... The odds are definitely against us but one thing I've learned in the ring is that everything is that nothing is set in stone, expect the unexpected. In fact, there is possible a huge chance that our opponents tonight will underestimate us and that's when we'll pull the rug out from under their feet!"
Joe Jobber walks towards his partner and puts his hand on his shoulders.
Joe Jobber: "What's got me worried is this new team The Storm Riders, we do not know much about them... So it would be prudent to watch out for them specially. We must watch each others' back tonight, a tornado tag match is a rough battle, since we're both in the ring at the same time, we won't have a chance to tag out to regroup and recover."
Joe looks at his watch...
Joe Jobber: "Hmm... It's almost time for our match... What do you say? Are you ready to defy the threads fate has spun for us?"
Joe Jobber looks at his partner and waits for a response.
The Masked Moron stares at the man standing in front of him, the man seems to have said something but The Masked Moron has trouble understanding when too many words are used. So he did the only thing he can do...
The Masked Moron: "Marshmallows are like little clouds of candy!"
He then reaches into his pockets and produces some marshmallows offering it to Joe Jobber. His partner politely declines so he stuffs all of the marshmallows in his mouth and chews. After swallowing the sweets with much struggling, The Masked Moron retorts...
The Masked Moron: "I ate some clouds! I'm a cloud eating monster! RAWR!"
Feeling the oncoming sugar rush The Masked Moron begins to jump around the room as his tag partner tries to catch him and calm him down as the scene slowly fades to black.
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Re: Chaos Supreme 11/01/2015
by Thaddeus Rex Mon Nov 02, 2015 3:35 am
The camera opens to show a dark misty room. Slowly a silhouette begins to appear in the background, it begins to sing.
??: "The king and his men, stole the Queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones."
The silhouette continues to move forward.
??: "The seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we'll roam."
A second taller silhouette appears behind the other as the slowly continue walking.
??: "Yo Ho, haul together, hoist the colours high, Heave Ho ... Thieves and Beggars."
The Storm riders emerge from the fog.
Sebastian Wolfe: "Never Shall We Die!"
Sebastian lets out a insane laugh.
Sebastian Wolfe: "Ahoy me mateys. Let me tell ye a tale, of the riders of the storm. About how Vilkas and I ravaged the lands, port to port, brothel to brothel, drinking those god forsaken bastards dry. But Vilkas, well I am just a pirate, I enjoy the finer things in life, however, he is a viking! A cold-hearted merciless barbarian with blood lust that makes the Khans stand in fear."
Vilkas stands silent with his arms crossed.
Sebastian Wolfe: "Now here is the ye better be asking laddies, why have these cutthroat rogues graced us with their glorious presence? Ye see, You can destroy every town in all of the seven seas, but there is no fun unless one of 'em tries to resist. THE FIGHT! OHH YES! Now that's our path! The sea will turn red, and the winds will howl."
Sebastian grabs the camera and stares straight into it.
Sebastian Wolfe: "There is a storm a comin'! And behold the rider!"
Wolfe walks away whistling as Whitemane pierces the camera with a sword.
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Jim Jackson: "It was during a dark match 2 weeks ago that saw Beauty and the Geek against 2Kool4Skool. The outcome of this match was unexpected as The Storm Riders made their first appearance here and proceeded to attack these teams."
Brad Blood: "A pirate and a viking make a deadly combination. Men who live by no rules. We've seen Wolfe before Whitemane is completely new to us, but judging from his sheer size, he will be a force to be reckoned with. Earlier tonight, This match was changed to add a tornado stipulation to this 3 way elimination match. If i had to guess the veterans will team up to eliminate the unknown early. Let's sent it ring for introductions."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a Three way Tornado Elimination Tag Team Match. All participants will be in the ring at the same time and when one member is elimination so is their team. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 310 pounds, Bob Bobbie & Christy Chase ... 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 next, at a combined weight of 420 pounds, Joe Jobber and The Masked Moron... 2KOOL4SKOOL!"
Fountain of Wayne's "Too Cool For School" starts playing on the speakers as Joe Jobber and The Masked Moron springs forth from the back. With Joe Jobber leading the way, The Masked Moron follows as both wrestlers enter the ring and waits for the match to begin.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, at a combined weight of 513 pounds, Vilkas Whitemane and Sebastian Wolfe ... THE STORM RIDERS!"
"The theme from black sails" by Bear McCreary begins to play as the Pirate and Viking make their way out to the crowd. Sebastian points his pistol at the ring while Vilkas raises his sword to the sky. As they walk down to the ring, Wolfe has a smug grin on his face while Whitemane looks like he's ready to kill. They hand their weapons to the ring assistant and enter the ring. The Captain is giving the orders to the viking at their corner.
Alice Aoi: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Jim Jackson: " Sebastian quickly escapes the ring as all 4 of their opponents lunges towards them. They start unloading on Whitemane who just stands there taking it. He throws Moron and Bobbie over the top rope, headbutts Chase and pushes Joe flying into the opposite corner. "
Brad Blood: "Wolfe is laying the boots to the two outside the ring. He picks up the masked moron and runs him head first into the turnbuckle but Bobbie pushes him into it while his back was turned. Back in the ring, Vilkas hits a running powerslam into the turnbuckle and hangs Jobber in the tree of woe."
Jim Jackson: "Chase springs off the top rope and hits a front dropkick to the viking which drops him to a knee. Bobbie is now in the ring and the duo team up. They attempt to double ddt but Vilkas powers out with a flapjack to each."
Brad Blood: "Jobber's on the apron. he goes for the springboard but Wolfe, out of nowhere, grabs his foot and pulls him to the floor. Whitemane deadlifts Bobbie off the mat, over his shoulder and into the crucifix position. He launches him across the ring and Wolfe grabs him in mid air and hits a bridging german suplex. Skull and Crossbow!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Three!"
Alice Aoi: "Beauty and The Geek have been eliminated!"
Jim Jackson: "That leaves 2Kool4skool and The Storm Riders left in this match. MASKED MORON! He just flew out of nowhere and hits a head scissors, sending Vilkas out of the ring. Moron and Wolfe stand face to face. Wolfe takes a step forward to intimidate Moron, but it failed. He just smiles at the pirate and points."
Brad Blood: "Jobber was behind him! Right hand staggers Wolfe, another, another, they whip him against the rope and hits a double shoulder block. Vilkas is getting to his feet on the other side. Moron is signalling to the crowd that he's gonna fly!"
Jim Jackson: "The Masked Moron dives through the ropes with the suicide dive! No! The Viking just uses his own momentum to throw Moron soaring into the crowd. Jobber is in shock at that show of strength. Wait a minute! Wolfe grabbed something!"
Brad Blood: "OUCH! He had a gun! And he just pistol whipped Joe right in front of the referee. Wolfe points the gun at Jack, who quickly gets out of the ring and calls for the bell."
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by disqualification... 2KOOL4SKOOL!"
Jim Jackson: "Well, they are number one contenders for the tag titles but the Storm Riders are still lying into Joe Jobber. Leaving him battered and broken in the ring. They're finally leaving. Wolfe is laughing his head off."
Brad Blood: "These men are savages. They don't care about winning matches. They don't care about following the rules. Vikings and Pirates are ruthless men who would kill whatever stood in their way. All these men won't to do Jim is inflict pain."
Rafik Arfah is backstage with Julie Rodriguez backstage. She has a mic.
Julie Rodriguez: "Rafik, what the hell happened last week?"
Rafik Arfah: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT ARE YOU BLIND?! JEEEEEESUS!"
Rafik Arfah points to his bandaged ear. Rafik Arfah looks at the camera.
Rafik Arfah: "GUS, YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR DIRTY LITTLE HANDS ON THE GREATEST LIVING PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER IN GOD'S GREEN EARTH?"
Julie Rodriguez: "Rafik, calm down..."
Rafik Arfah: "CALM DOWN? I WILL NOT CALM DOWN, LITTLE GIRL. I GOT FUCKING TYSON'D. GUS, YOU UNGRATEFUL RUNT. I BROUGHT YOU IN THIS FEDERATION. I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE TODAY! YOU NEED TO BE ON YOUR KNEES EVERYDAY PRAYING THAT I EXIST BECAUSE WITHOUT ME YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN JACKSHIT!"
Julie Rodriguez: "Rafik..."
Rafik Arfah: "WITHOUT ME, THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO HYDRA. AND NO ONE WOULD HAVE HEARD OF YOU. YOU WOULD HAVE STILL BEEN JERKING OFF IN MOMMA'S BASEMENT TO CUCKOLD PORN!"
Rafik Arfah takes off his jacket and drops it to the floor.
Rafik Arfah: "GUS, I SWEAR TO ALLAH..."
Rafik knee drops the jacket.
Rafik Arfah: "I AM GONNA GET EVEN. I PROMISE... WHEN I'M DONE, YOU-YOU-YOUARE GONNA DIE. YOU ARE GONNA DIE!!! THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER! COME HERE, BABY."
Rafik Arfah grabs the confused Julie's hands and leads her off-camera. Camera cuts to the announce table.
Brad Blood: "Someone call security.. The Arab is going to violate our interviewer! Help!"
Jim Jackson: "Would you cut it out?! Folks, Rafik Arfah has lost it again. He can't catch a break. He has been losing title shots for weeks and now this. And it all caught up to him. He has straight up lost it. He is making death threats for God's sake. Don't do anything you'll regret, Rafik..."
Brad Blood: "He is making death threats because he is a damn Arab and that's what Arabs do! I am sick of him and his face! Someone cut to the next part of the show... "
"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. He grabs a microphone.
Gus: "I heard that Rafik Arfha threatened to kill me. I was suprised, because I thought I killed him on our last match. I'm happy he is able to walk, but I wish I'd shut his little mouth. I can't hear all this nonsense he says."
Jim Jackson: "The Psychopath destroyed Rafik Arfha at their match, but tonight I think he meant what he said..."
Gus: "It's true that Rafik brought me here, but it's business... I'm not here to make friends. Before the match, I said that I wanted to smell blood. I will destroy every opponent comes in my way. I'm the so-called Psychopath and I never show mercy. And tonight I'm gonna destroy that Japanese idiot Haruki Inoki. I he I can't stand another cry-baby crying after our match.I hope I kill him tonight, because I can't stand another cry-baby whining after I destroy him."
Standing in his locker room with his arms crossed and eyes facing the camera.
Haruki Inoki: "Japanese idiot? Cry-Baby? I find those labels put on me to be redundant, at least I for one finished my match cleanly regardless of who won the match, sure I had a kendo stick by my side but I decided to leave the match as it was, found a respect for Jack Johnson after our match."
Haruki Inoki: "You on the other hand earned zero respect from me, biting a human being’s ear to settle your problems, is a coward’s way out of situation when one knows they will end up on the losing side of things."
At this point he takes out his kendo stick from his suitcase.
Haruki Inoki: "If you even try to end the same with me, you will either meet the end of this kendo stick or be knocked straight down with my fist. And you will become the first victim to bow down and say HAIL TO THE KEMPO KING!!"
Haruki Inoki: "Subete wa kenpō-ō hyō!"
Gesturing his fist out from his body to his camera, as he stops to head out of his locker room for his match against the Psychotic Gus.
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Re: Chaos Supreme 11/01/2015
by Thaddeus Rex Mon Nov 02, 2015 3:42 am
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Jim Jackson: "Here we go, the next match of the evening we have Gus going against Haruki Inoki. Gus has been going on a psychopathic rampage with unprovoked brutal attacks on our RoC wrestlers, two weeks ago he brutally assaulted Rafik Arfah..."
Brad Blood: "Which was awesome! Rafik is probably a member of Al Queda, Gus was doing us a favor. Now let us head over to Alice, I wanna see Gus beat up that Jap."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Tokushima, Japan... Kempo King... HARUKI INOKI!"
"Shitsuren Mosshu" by Garlic Boys booms throughout the speakers, leading to Haruki Inoki coming out in his black, red striped robe along with is 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.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 245 pounds, hailing from Des Moines, Iowa... 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.
Jim Jackson: "Holy crap! Gus just just jumped the bell and viciously attacks Haruki Inoki before the match starts!"
Brad Blood: "What a brilliant strategy!"
Alice Aoi: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick. It seems that CHAOS HAS ALREADY BEGAN TO REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Jim Jackson: "Gus continues on to beat down on Haruki Inoki, taken by surprise Inoki has not been able to retaliate or put up any sort of defense!"
Brad Blood: "Bloody genius if you ask me."
Jim Jackson: "Well no body is asking you Brad. Haruki Inoki is sent over the top rope with a stiff lariat! Inoki lands on the apron! Gus grabs a fistful of Inoki's hair and pulls him up to his feet... Big elbow by Inoki connects! Gus staggers back! Inoki enters the ring but Gus kicks him on the head with a big boot! Inoki hangs precariously through the ropes. Gus grabs Haruki Inoki by the head... DDT! Gus for the cover!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Tw..."
Brad Blood: "Tsk. Haruki gets a shoulder up... That means we get to see Gus beat Haruki up some more... C'mon Gus! Beat that foreigner back to the land of the rising sun!"
Jim Jackson: "Brutal punches by Gus sends Kempo King into the corner... Wait! Haruki Inoki manages to block Gus' punch! Inoki starts countering with some strikes... Big spinning side kick by Inoki creates some distance! Discus clothesline! Gus is down! Fist drop by Inoki... No! Gus rolls away! Knee strikie by Gus... Inoki gets his arms up and blocks it! Axe kick by Haruki Inoki sends Gus to the canvas! Leg drop connects! Inoki hooks the leg!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Tw..."
Brad Blood: "Gus kicks out and quickly rolls away out of Haruki's reach! Good call by Gus, creating some distance to stop the Jap's momentum. This way he can take the pace of the match back."
Jim Jackson: "Both wrestlers circle each other cautiously... They lock arms and start to grapple! Gus gets the upper hand and is pushing Haruki Inoki back... A middle kick by Inoki! Irish whip sends Gus towards the ropes... NO! REVERSED! Haruki Inoki is whipped into the referee instead and they knock heads! The ref is down!"
Brad Blood: "Gus has that grin on his face! Gus exits the ring and grabs a steel chair! We know what's coming! WOOHOO! Gus enters the ring with the steel chair, he raises it over Haruki's body..."
Jim Jackson: "WAIT! RAFIK ARFAH HAS JUST LEAPT OVER THE ROPES!!! ARFAH ATTACKS GUS FROM BEHIND AND TAKES THE CHAIR AWAY FROM HIM!"
WHACK!!!
Brad Blood: "THAT BASTARD! HE JUST DISRUPTED GUS' AWESOMENESS! HE'S A MENACE!"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah hits Gus with three more chair shots for good measure! He quickly exits the ring just as Haruki Inoki is regaining his bearings!"
Brad Blood: "NO NO NO!!!"
Jim Jackson: "Haruki Inoki sees Gus on the mat, he doesn't realize what just happened but he's not letting this chance go to waste! He quickly goes for the cover just as the ref wakes up!"
Brad Blood: "Dammit! This can't be happening!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Three!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... Kempo King... HARUKI INOKI!"
Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah took his revenge on Gus for his assault two weeks ago and cost the Psychopath the match! Arfah stands on top of the entrance ramp holding the chair he just used on Gus up in the air! Gus just regains his consciousness and realizes what has happened! Gus is livid! He starts going wild in the ring!"
Brad Blood: "Rafik better watch himself! He started Jihad and messed with the wrong psycho! This matter is far from over... FAR FROM OVER!"
KER-RASH!
Nao Fook Mi is slammed against the locker room door rendering a big dent on it's surface. Nao Fook Yu stands over Fook Mi with a big grin on her face beckoning her twin sister to get up. Fook Mi slowly gets back to her feet and faces her doppelganger.
Nao Fook Mi: "So this is it then? This is your answer?"
Nao Fook Mi cannot hide the hurt in her voice at her sister's betrayal. She looks at Fook Yu realizing the futility of making peace. Fook Mi lets out a deep sad sigh...
Nao Fook Mi: "If that is your answer then so be it. I tried to make peace with you, I did everything I could yet you rejected me. You are my sister and I will always love you but I shall not let you hurt me any longer. I cannot stand idly by and take this abuse time and time again."
Fook Mi clenches her fists as tears start forming in her eyes.
Nao Fook Mi: "If words cannot settle this then I guess my fists will have to do. I do not know why you betrayed me sis, but this is the last time I'll let you stab me in the back."
Nao Fook Mi lunges for her sister and both girls lock arms struggling against each other.
Nao Fook Yu grunts as her leg is tripped and she falls on her back. Using her other foot she tries to kick her sister off of her but Nao Fook Mi manages to leap away. Slowly rising to her feet Fook Yu leaps with a spinning high kick.
SLAM!!!
Nao Fook Mi dodges as Fook Yu's foot smashes into another locker door wrecking it off its hinges.
Nao Fook Yu: "You want to know why? It's because I'm sick of you! I'm sick of living under your shadow... Cliche as it sounds that's the whole truth. I'm the older sister yet our whole lives I've been outdone by you in every aspect. You were always the one who got the better grades, you were the one who is better at dancing, at martial arts, at every fucking whole thing!"
The frustration and anger is audible in Fook Yu's voice as her sister stares at her surprised.
Nao Fook Yu: "Jealousy is truly an ugly thing... But it's the only thing I have left! It is what drives me and it is what will make me strong enough to finally beat you."
Nao Fook Yu grits her teeth...
Nao Fook Yu: "That's the reason I accepted your invitation to come here to Ring of Chaos. To find out if I can finally be better than you... And you know what? I CAN! I know I can beat you and that is what's gonna happen... I shall defeat you and humiliate you in front of all the people watching around the world... And I shall finally step forth into the light, away from the shackles of your shadow."
Nao Fook Yu prepares to lunge towards her sister when the locker room door suddenly opens.
?: "Ladies! There is a way to settle this..."
Marcus Troy steps into the room as both girls stop in their tracks to look at him.
Marcus Troy: "As you both know, I have been given some power recently, power as vice-general manager of Ring of Chaos... Now I've been getting complaints from the roster and your little squabble has been the source of those complaints."
Marcus Troy looks are the locker room and notices the damage done to it.
Marcus Troy: "And of course, there is the damage to company property too. Now before this little feud of yours get any further... How about I give both of you a chance to end it? Do I have your attention now?"
Troy looks at both girls who stare back at him...
Marcus Troy: "Good. Now as vice-general manager, I now have the power to renew contracts and to book matches... And if I'm not mistaken, both of your contracts here in Ring of Chaos are about to come to an end. So in the next Chaos Supreme, it will be Nao Fook Mi versus Nao Fook Yu in a ladder match and the prize... A new shiny cushy contract! That's right... The winner shall get to stay here in Ring of Chaos while the loser... Well, I'd be glad to be your referral when you look for new employment elsewhere. So kittens... You both better keep those claws of yours hidden until your match... Any more fights before then shall be receive consequences... So good luck ladies... May the best sibling win."
Marcus Troy grins as he exits the room leaving the two girls as the scene fades to black.
VS 
Jim Jackson: "Up next we have Jack Johnson facing Rafik Arfah..."
Brad Blood: "Well Rafik better watch his back, specially after the stunt he pulled in the previous match... He just put himself in Gus' crosshairs!"
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first standing at 6 foot 6 inches tall and weighing in at 270 pounds, hailing from London England... JACK JOHNSON!"
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon blasts over the arena as the fans react to the entrance theme of Jack Johnson. Jack Johnson enters the stage through a spark shower. He makes his way to the ring. He enters the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, He taunts to the fans and scouts the entire arena.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel... Mr. Shitpost, Shit Lord, 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 to him.
Alice Aoi: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Nimble. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Jim Jackson: "There's the bell! Brawler versus technician, who will get the better of each other tonight? Jack Johnson goes in for the offensive! Leg trip by Rafik Arfah! Arfah quickly goes for a submission maneuver but Johnson manages to get to the rope before the ankle lock gets locked in."
Brad Blood: "Fast thinking there by Jack. Unlike the other foes Rafik has faced, Jack is an experienced veteran in the ring. He's battled all over the world and has great ring awareness."
Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah leaps out of Jack Johnson's reach. Johnson continues to press on... Arfah catches Johnson's arm as he goes for a punch and leaps up... Flying armbar attempt... NO! JOHNSON COUNTERS IT INTO A POWERBOMB! That shook the ring! Arfah manages to stagger back to his feet... Body slam by Johnson! Johnson for the cover!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Tw..."
Brad Blood: "Dang, Rafik got a shoulder up but Jack is already on top of it, not wasting any time he continues his assault on Arfah. That's the difference between other competitors and Johnson..."
Jim Jackson: "Brutal stomps by Jack Johnson... WAIT! Rafik Arfah manages to grab on to Johnson's leg... Johnson tries reach down to pull Arfah off him... The Supremacist quickly rolls him up! No! Johnson kicks out! Arfah quickly grabs both legs... Boston crab! Boston crab is locked in! Jack Johnson quickly goes for the ropes..."
Brad Blood: "He makes it! Rafik breaks the hold! Wait! He just pulls Jack to the center of the ring... He's going for another submission..."
Jim Jackson: "Camel clutch locked in! Rafik Arfah is pulling everything in his arsenal to try and make Jack Johnson tap! Defeating a wrestler of Johnson's calibre will definitely get him noticed by the top brass and maybe earn him that title shot he craves! Wait! Johnson is powering out of the camel clutch! Arfah struggles to keep the hold but Johnson uses his superior size and strength to break free! Arfah goes for a knee... Blocked by Johnson! Irish whip by Johnson sends Arfah towards the ropes... Arfah leaps on the ropes... Springboard clothesline! Johnson is down! He goes for the cover!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Not enough to put Jack down. Jack gets a shoulder up at two! Jack fights back to his feet! He has Rafik to the ropes by just throwing big punches! Rafik can't do anything but put his hands up to block!"
Jim Jackson: "Big European uppercut breaks through Rafik Arfah's defense and catches him on the jaw! Jack Johnson grabs Arfah by the head... Vertical suplex! Arfah staggers back to his feet. Irish whip by Johnson... Arfah bounces back into a spinebuster! Johnson goes for the cover!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Dang! Rafik is still able to get his shoulders up but Johnson doesn't waste any time and hoists Rafik up on his shoulders! This will be good..."
Jim Jackson: "No! Rafik Arfah manages to grab on to the top rope with one hand and attacks Jack Johnson's head with his other throwing wild elbows! Arfah slips down from Johnson's shoulders... Lariat by Arfah connects! Arfah goes to the top turnbuckle... He's going for his diving elbow drop... NO! Johnson rolls away at the last second! Arfah clutches his elbow in pain! Big kick to the gut by Johnson! He grabs Rafik Arfah... Beautifully executed German suplex by Johnson! Jack Johnson hooks the leg!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Rafik kicks out at two... What a tenacious bug that Rafik is... C'mon Jack, crush that bug! Crush him and grind him under your boots... AND THAT'S WHAT JACK IS DOING! HAHA! He just stomped on Rafik's head and starts grinding his boot on Rafik's face!"
Jim Jackson: "Wait! Rafik Arfah manages to grab Jack Johnson's leg... He gets up and takes Johnson down with a dragon leg screw! He doesn't let go of the leg... He's going for a Texas clover leaf! HE HAS THE SUBMISSION LOCKED IN! Jack Johnson is slowly crawling towards the ropes... Wait! Arfah releases his hold... Rafik Arfah wraps his arms around the head and one arm of the opponent and squeezes, choking his opponent much better than Phil Brooks does. HE LOCKS IN HIS FINISHER BETTER THAN BROOKS! Johnson is still a bit of a distance from the ropes! Will he tap? Jack Johnson is in pain!"
Brad Blood: "WAIT WHAT'S THAT?! IT'S GUS! GUS IS RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP!"
Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah releases his hold and exits the ring to meet the Psychopath! IT'S A BRAWL!!! BOTH WRESTLERS ARE NOW BRAWLING! The ref is calling for the bell!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a no contest due to interference and has been declared a draw!"
Jim Jackson: "Gus and Rafik Arfah are still fighting as security pour into ringside to pull the two men apart! This is just..."
"Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse starts playing on the speakers as Marcus Troy dressed in an Armani suit steps forth from the entrance tunnel closely followed by the monster known as Entropy. He takes his time and lights up a Cuban cigar and puffs on it for a while before he makes his announcement.
Marcus Troy: "You know... This should really stop... Twice already has tonight's match been cut short, twice already did the fans get shortchanged! Now I grow tired of this childishness Mr. Gus, Mr. Arfah... It seems that both of you just won't play nice! So I have the perfect solution! You see, in the following show, I shall be putting up a tag tournament... The winner of the said tournament shall have a shot at the RoC Tag Team titles... And it seems that I am lacking a team right now... So with the powers vested in me... I shall enter BOTH of you in that tag tournament AS A TAG TEAM!"
The crowd collective gasp at Marcus Troy's decision.
Brad Blood: "Wait! Can he do that?!"
Jim Jackson: "I think he just did Brad."
Marcus Troy: "Yes, you heard me right Mr. Gus, Mr. Arfah... Two weeks from now, you shall enter the RoC Tag Team tournament and if any of you decide to boycott or call in sick... Well you shall be suspended without pay! So play nice both of you... Hopefully you'll learn to get along... This is a chance a lot of wrestlers would kill for."
With that, Marcus Troy exits the area as his song begins to play again on the speakers leaving both wrestlers in shock.
Jim Jackson: "What a turn of events! Marcus Troy with a surprise announcement forces both Gus and Rafik Arfah into a tag team. Will these two manage to get along or will they implode and destroy each other?"
?: "And tonight even death shall be reaped."
Stepping forth from the shadows the man known as Thaddeus Rex snarls under his breath. His anger uninhibited, his rage unquenchable, his vengeance INEVITABLE.
Thaddeus Rex: "Shogun, you call yourself The Reaper., a representation of death that usually brings fear into the hearts of ordinary men... But I am not ordinary. I do not fear death, I DO NOT FEAR YOU! You made a grave error in judgment when you attacked me four weeks ago. An error that shall be returned tenfold! An error that shall yield nothing but pain and suffering for you when we face each other tonight. I shall bring forth my vengeance and it shall even make death quake in his boots."
T-Rex takes a few steps closer, his breathing heavy with hatred and fury.
Thaddeus Rex: "You shall be made into a lesson Shogun. A lesson that shall be etched into the souls of every member of the locker room here in Ring of Chaos. When I am done with you, every one shall learn what happens to those who dare cross Thaddeus Rex. You think that you made a triumphant return when you attacked me? Well it shall be the shortest comeback in the history of this wrestling institution. And this time I shall make sure that you will never come back."
Thaddeus Rex pauses and steps back a bit.
Thaddeus Rex: "You can try to run Shogun but I shall hunt you down. You shall learn how futile it is to flee from your fate. I shall cherish every scream you make and every bone that I break. There is no escape... The time of reckoning has come for you Shogun and even Death shall face the end of his own scythe."
With that T-Rex steps back into the shadows as the scene ends and fades to darkness.
VS 
Jim Jackson: "Our next match features a returning Shogun who attacked Thaddeus Rex! And as you all know Rex is not one to let things like that slide."
Brad Blood: "You're right there Jim. T-Rex has been fuming for the past weeks, though Shogun ain't kidding around either. His attack on T-Rex showed us why he was once one of the most dangerous individuals to step into the squared circle. One thing is for sure tonight, this ain't gonna be a pretty match!"
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall and has NO TIME LIMIT! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 265 pounds, hailing from Fort Worth, Texas, The Reaper... SHOGUN!"
"The Uninvited" by Alter Bridge hits the speakers suddenly as the lights in the arena begin flashing on and off. As soon as the first lyric is sung Shogun bursts out from behind the curtain to a roar of cheers from the crowd, honoring the vet. He is wearing his long trench coat and sunglasses to top off his wrestling gear. When he makes it down the ramp Shogun quickly rolls into the ring and takes a small bow of respect to the crowd.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, 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. Quick. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Both men just went at each other with fists flying! This is an all out brawl! Shogun and Thaddeus Rex are going at it like there's no tomorrow. Neither men giving any quarter."
Brad Blood: "This is just unbridled rage and viciousness... The aura you feel emanating from these two... It's just pure rage and destruction. They really want to kill each other..."
1 HOUR LATER!!!
Brad Blood: "Holy crap! Are they still at it? Seriously they should end this now! They are taking up all the time. It's been an hour and both of them are still throwing punches at each other? Seriously my butt is getting sore and my kidneys are about to explode!"
Jim Jackson: "Wait! Thaddeus Rex breaks the monotony of punches with a knee to the gut! He lifts Shogun up... POWERBOMB! Shogun staggers to his feet... Thaddeus Rex charges towards his opponent and spears him/her to the ground. He then mounts his opponent and proceeds to hammer down with both fists until his opponent is beaten to unconsciousness executing an extremely violent Rampage! T-Rex for the cover!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Three!"
DING! DING! DING!
Brad Blood: "Finally! I can go and take a bathroom bre... Ah dammit! Now I need new pants!"
Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... T-Rex... THADDEUS REX!
"
Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex wins the battle tonight... But wait! He's not done! T-Rex again gets on top of Shogun and starts to hammer away with his fist! Officials have now entered the ring to pull T-Rex away from Shogun's lifeless body... I guess Shogun's return may have just gotten cut short."
Brad Blood: "MOP ON AILSE 3!!! I NEED A MOP HERE!"
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Re: Chaos Supreme 11/01/2015
by Thaddeus Rex Mon Nov 02, 2015 3:47 am
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. As the crowd boo louder, Lexi merely smirks as she walks to the center of the ring.
Lexi Thorne: "Yeah yeah, and a fuck you to all of you too!"
The crowd starts to get unruly at Thorne's remarks.
Lexi Thorne: "What? Now you're all angry? You all boo me and expect me to be nice to you! Fuck no! Are you all retarded? Oh wait, you don't have to answer that, rhetorical question..."
More boos emanate from the crowd.
Lexi Thorne: "Yes, yes, we've established that you all hate me, now if you are all done being dicks, I can say what I want to say and get the fuck out of here. You see, tonight, I'll be challenging Desiré for the RoC Women's Title, a title that frankly she doesn't deserve to hold. I mean how long has it been since you've all seen Desiré? What kind of champion hides after winning a title? That's right, she's not a champion. She's a fucking poser! Instead of coming out to prove that she deserves that belt she holds, she hides because she's afraid of losing it."
The crowd starts to settle down as Lexi Thorne's words seem to make sense.
Lexi Thorne: "But don't worry, I'm here tonight to remedy that situation. Desiré's days as the RoC Women's champion are numbered and that number is zero! Tonight, I shall beat her and take that title and there is nothing anyone can do about it."
With that, Lexi drops the mic and exits the ring as her music begins to play again.
VS 
Jim Jackson: "And here we are folks, the main event of the evening, Lexi Thorne gained the chance to try and wrest the RoC Women's title away from Desiré. Will Desiré walk away victorious or will we see a new RoC Women's champion?"
Brad Blood: "Hate her or love her, Lexi has been making waves with her aggressive attacks and attitude. She is definitely no pushover in the ring either."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall AND is for the RoC Women's Championship! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 155 pounds, hailing from where ever she may roam... She is your current and reigning RoC Women's Champion... DESIRÉ!"
"The Zoo" by Bruce Dickinson plays as the camera looks around the crowd before focusing on the entrance way. Desiré comes out wearing a black jacket and a blood red classic styled hockey mask as she makes a praying motion. She then slowly walks down to the ring looking to the crowd and around her. She walks up the steps and stands on the apron looking at the crowd before doing a a throat slashing motion. she then enters the ring and stands in the corner slowing taking off the mask to reveal her true face while waiting for the opponent.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next the challenger, standing 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: "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! Lexi Thorne quickly attacks Desiré with big punches, holding nothing back! Desiré is backed into a corner... Hard elbow shots by Thorne smashes into Desiré! Irish whip by Thorne sends the champion crashing into the opposite corner... Running knee by Thorne... Desiré is rocked! Bulldog from the corner plants the champ into the canvas! Lexi Thorne for the cover!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Desiré gets a shoulder up but Lexi starts attacking her quickly slamming her head down on the mat! The champ doesn't know what hit her. Desiré somehow fights Lexi off but stumbles to the ropes... She's clearly seeing stars..."
Jim Jackson: "Lexi Thorne grabs Desiré... Lung blower! 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! The submission is locked in!"
Brad Blood: "Desiré is in trouble she desperately flails her arms as she tries to grab the ropes... She makes it but Lexi doesn't let go at once!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Three! Four! F..."
Jim Jackson: "Lexi Thorne releases the champ just a fraction of a second from being disqualified! Desiré gasps for much needed air... Irish whip by Thorne sends Desiré again crashing into the turnbuckles hard back first! Desiré slumps down with her head resting on the bottom turnbuckle... Lexi Thorne sees her opponent laying in the corner, she charges in and leaps up in the air before landing and stomping away on her opponent's chest multiple times while clinging on to the top rope executing a rib-cracking Rain of Thornes! Thorne hooks the leg! Is this it? New champ?!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Thr..."
Brad Blood: "Desiré manages to hang in there but so far we haven't seen her put up any sort of offense! It's been Lexi all the way! Never before have we seen a female wrestler this dominant! Desiré manages to scramble away but Lexi is having none of it! She grabs Desiré's leg..."
Jim Jackson: "Ankle lock! Lexi Thorne has the submission locked in! Desiré screams in pain! She tries to reach for the ropes... She's too far away! Will Desiré tap? No! The champ uses sheer willpower to stop herself from tapping! Wait! Desiré flips over and kicks Thorne off! Thorne stumbles backwards and crashes into the turnbuckles!"
Brad Blood: "This may be Desiré's only chance to turn things around... She needs to pick herself up and go on the offensive if she wants to keep that title!"
Jim Jackson: "I think she heard you Brad, Desiré charges in for a spear... NO! LEXI THORNE SLIPS OUT OF THE WAY AND DESIRÉ RAMS HER SHOULDER INTO THE RING POST! Thorne pulls Desiré back... Body slam! 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 has her finisher locked in! Desiré has nowhere to go!"
Brad Blood: "Desiré is fading fast! She tries to grasp around for the ropes but she's too far away! Desiré is losing consciousness! I-I think she's out! Desiré's arms aren't moving anymore! The referee goes in to check!"
Jim Jackson: "HE'S CALLING FOR THE BELL! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by submission AND NEW ROC WOMEN'S CHAMPION... LEXI THORNE!"
Jim Jackson: "What a dominant display of power and ferocity by Lexi Thorne! With that she ends Desiré's run as RoC Women's champion... Is there anyone else in the roster that can challenge her for that title?"
Brad Blood: "She's a beast Jim! A total beast! RAWR~!"
Jim Jackson: "And another night of wrestling comes to an end... Marcus Troy threw Gus and Rafik Arfah a huge curve ball and put them together in a tag team tournament! Thaddeus Rex defeats and beats Shogun after a long brawl and we have crowned a new RoC Women's Champion."
Brad Blood: "Well Lexi is probably what we need to reinvigorate the women's division... Now that she's on the top of the ladder, she'll be a target... The question now is if anyone in the women's division can take her down."
Jim Jackson: "You may be right about that Brad, but that's a question left unanswered for now... Until next time... Good night and good fight!"
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