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Chaos Supreme 11/29/2015
by Thaddeus Rex Mon Nov 30, 2015 1:51 am
VS 
Jim Jackson: "Well as per usual, a tradition that has been kept for many generations, the dark match. This week we have a princess and a transsexual doing battle. High class regal versus Low class pauper. In this day of political correctness i think that would make a successful movie."
Brad Blood: "Fuck your pc crap! A goddess against a monster. That's what this is. Might as well be Aphrodite and Hermaphrodite. There was even some of those religious fanatics picketing outside with signs that say "Adam and Eve, not Adam and the one formerly known as Eve". I found that hilarious. Anyway let's get this bitch started."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, hailing from Mackinac Islands, Michigan... Princess... CECILIA CHRISTIANSEN!"
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.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines ... BOY BAKLA!"
Cher's "Believe" start playing on the loud speakers as PINK lights start to flash above the entrance ramp. A light mist is released from the ground carrying the scent of lavender as the transsexual wrestler Boy Bakla leaps out from the back wearing a pink tank top and pink hot pants. It casually strolls down the entrance ramp....
Jim Jackson: "Oh! Whitemane comes out of nowhere and shoulder tackles Bakla straight of the ramp into the barricade. The viking is unloading on Boy with an unprovoked attack. He's grabbed by the throat and dragged back to the ramp. Bakla is fighting back!"
Brad Blood: "Swift boot to the family jewels! What?! Vilkas is still standing (yeah yeah yeah). Bakla with a right hook, a left, right, left, right and he grabs Whitemane by the goods and begins to squeeze down hard."
SMASH!
Jim Jackson: "Wolfe just smashed a glass light tube across the head of the transsexual. Choke slam off the ramp and onto the concrete floor! The Storm riders begin to leave as Little Wang shows up to help his partner. It seems that this dark match has been cancelled."
Brad Blood: "This isn't the first time they have targeted Little Boy and Once a Boy. It seems that these renegades have a vendetta against them and it goes deeper than the tag tournament. We could try to get some more info from the riders but honestly, I'm afraid for my health"
Jim Jackson: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another night of great wrestling as Ring of Chaos brings you another edition of Chaos Supreme. Joining me at ringside is my partner in crime Brad Blood. Tonight we have the finals of the RoC Tag Team Tournament to determine who will be the next number one contenders for the RoC Tag Team Championships, will the team of Charlotte Sable & Lokii Weaver get the win or shall the dysfunctional team of Gus & Rafik Arfah pull off another victory?"
Brad Blood: "Don't forget our main event. Ray Kamaura shall defend the RoC World Title against Allister King in a TEXAS BULL ROPE MATCH! Tonight's show shall be epic!"
Jim Jackson: "That it will be Brad, so let's get the ball rolling because it's TIME TO 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 only to be silenced by the cold stare from Entropy. He smirks at how easily the crowd is manipulated to silence as he steps into the ring.
Marcus Troy: "It seems a little birdie told me that Alexander Melchiott was not satisfied at how I booked the show two weeks ago. In fact he is complaining that I did not even book him and his so-called matches, even though he had the power himself to do so.... All you need to do is to ask nicely Mr. Melchiott! If you want to be booked so badly then I will gladly oblige! In fact I have thought of something special for you!"
A sinister sneer appears across Marcus Troy's face.
Marcus Troy: "In the next show, which is incidentally the final show of the year, it shall be Alexander Melchiott defending the RoC Lightweight Championship against a mystery opponent of my choosing... IN A HELL IN A CELL MATCH!"
The crowd gasps at Troy's announcement, murmurs start to emanate from the crowd.
Marcus Troy: "But that's not all, let us not forget your so-called monster Mr. Samuel Hovac! For weeks you have been whining over and over that Mr. Hovac can take my Entropy. Honestly I wanted to save a fellow vice-general manger some face but it seems that your insistent nagging can only be silenced when you see Mr. Hovac get utterly destroyed by Entropy! So your wish is my command! In fact, to open the show tonight it shall be Entropy against Samuel Hovac!"
The crowd erupts in positive reaction at the announcement.
Marcus Troy: "I hope your so-called monster isn't just all talk Mr. Melchiott... I would hate to see Entropy break your new toy before you got to play with it. Oh! If I were you though, I'd spend less time worrying about Mr. Hovac and start worrying about myself..."
With that Marcus Troy drops the mic and exits the ring with Entropy following close behind as "Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse begins playing in the loud speakers again.
The scene opens to Alexander Melchiott standing behind a sitting Samuel Hovac. Hovac is wearing a dangerous look as Alexander casually massages his shoulders. Melchiott acknowledges the camera with a brief look while continuing to massage Hovac.
Alexander Melchiott: "It's finally time. Tonight, you show everyone why I have chosen you. Tonight, you show everyone that you are the true monster in Ring of Chaos. Tonight, you will break Marcus's little plaything."
Melchiott smiles at the prospect as he begins massaging Hovac's upper back.
Alexander Melchiott: "Perhaps after Entropy is gone, Marcus will realize how absolutely fucked he really is? It's exciting, isn't it? Knowing that we're only mere moments away from showing what a magnificent beast you truly are? Mere moments away from proving everything I said to be the truth? Mere moments away from proving that my star is still dazzling in its brilliance while Marcus Troy's light is soon to be snuffed out?"
Giggling, Melchiott clasps his hands together as he looks into the camera.
Alexander Melchiott: "Ooh! This IS going to be an excellent show! I have to give you credit Mr. Troy; you took my criticism to heart and booked quite the delightful event!"
Melchiott's gaze drifts to Hovac's back as he resumes the massage.
Alexander Melchiott: "It's not as good as what I would have booked, but with you being able to alter any decision I make, there really isn't much of a reason for me to try. I'm not one to dwell on the past, so let's discuss the future. It would seem that you have designs on my Lightweight Championship. Well Troy, you may pick whomever you wish to be my opponent for it will make no difference! Regardless of who my opponent is, the end result shall remain the same; I will win."
Stepping beside Samuel Hovac, Alexander leans onto his monster's broad shoulder.
Alexander Melchiott: "I would advise that you concern yourself with the future, Mr. Troy. With Entropy and my "mystery" opponent out of the picture, you'll soon be devoid of your precious security. Pray tell me, what exactly will you do when you are standing alone against me? Time is running out for you, Marcus."
Melchiott flashes a smile at the camera as the scene fades.
VS 
Jim Jackson: "Monster versus Monster, that's how this show is gonna open. Marcus Troy's Entropy shall be facing Alexander Melchiott's Samuel Hovac. Both men have been impressive and dominant in the ring, finally we shall find out who is the true monster in Ring of Chaos."
Brad Blood: "You got that right Jim, with these two beasts in the ring, there will only be one out outcome... TOTAL CARNAGE! This match will be epic... EPIC!!!"
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 7 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 390 pounds, hailing from The Amazon Jungle... ENTROPY"
The light goes dark as "The Last Steampunk Waltz" by Ghostfire starts to play on the speakers. A spotlight shines upon the opening of the entrance tunnel as Marcus Troy steps out from the back. With a grin on his face and a gesture from his hand, steam begins to rise covering the whole area. Marcus Troy steps forward and suddenly the hulking form of Entropy comes forth rendering gasps from the crowd. Leading his client down the ramp Marcus Troy smirks in amusement at the crowd's fear of Entropy who hulks into the ring and prepares for his match.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 5 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 B. Nimble! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Both men charge towards each other! Their clashing in the middle of the ring sent a shockwave felt throughout the arena! Both men have locked up in the middle of the ring, neither giving any quarter. So far it's pretty even as these two monster try to out-grapple each other. To think that there is actually another wrestler who could evenly match Entropy. This is just..."
Brad Blood: "Hold it Jim! If you look closely, Hovac actually getting pushed back! Though it's only in really tiny increments! Still so far in RoC's history, he's the only one who have actually made Entropy struggle like this. Wait! Hovac suddenly disengages and sidesteps! Entropy stumbles forward and into the ropes and bounces back!"
Jim Jackson: "Stiff clothesline by Samuel Hovac! Wait! Entropy is still standing! Entropy with a big right! Hovac shrugs it off! The force of that blow can be felt by those sitting on the front seat yet Hovac seems unaffected! Hovac bounces off the ropes... Shoudler block attempt fails as it seems that Samuel Hovac slammed into a brick wall! This time Entropy attacks with double hammer fists! But again Hovac just soaks the blows as if it was nothing!"
Brad Blood: "What we're seeing here are the immovable object going against the unstoppable force! So far it's been a stalemate! Neither Entropy nor Hovac can get the upper hand. Hovac is pretty sturdy himself, though he's not as large as Entropy, Hovac is no slouch... He's certainly holding up his own against Troy's monster."
Jim Jackson: "And there it is! Both men begin brawling! Fists and elbows start flying as both men throw everything they have against each other! Wait! Entropy suddenly grabs Samuel Hovac! Underhook suplex! Entropy breaks the monotomy of the brawling! Fist drop by Entropy... Hovac rolls away and slips behind Marcus Troy's monster! Samuel Hovac puts his forearm around Entropy's neck and uses his other arm to push Entropy's head forward cutting off his air supply! Old Faithful! Old Faithful is locked in! He's trying to put Entropy to sleep! Will he succeed?"
Brad Blood: "No! Entropy still manages to get back up to his feet and backs Hovac into the corner! Hovac holds on but again Entropy backs Hovac into the corner once more! Hovac still refuses to let go... Entropy staggers forwards until he's three quarters of the ring away from the corner... Entropy charges backwards... HE SLAMS HOVAC BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER! HOVAC'S GRIP LOOSENS! Entropy lets out a triumphant roar!"
Jim Jackson: "Not giving any quarter Entropy commences to throw brutal punches towards Samuel Hovac! Hovac has his arms up blocking the strikes... Irish whip by Entropy... No! Hovac reverses! Entropy is sent crashing to the other side of the ring! Hovac charges in... Big body avalanche! Entropy is still standing! Hovac gets some distance... He runs towards Entropy... ENTROPY COUNTERS WITH A DISCUS CLOTHESLINE! Samuel Hovac shrugs it off and gets back up to his feet... Entropy catches his opponent and whirls him before slamming him into the canvas executing a upheaving Maelstrom. Entropy for the cover!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Hovac gets his shoulders up at two! Entropy tries to grab him but Hovac breaks the hold and gets some distance! Entropy roars and charges toward Hovac! Hovac slips out of the ring! Entropy quickly follows! Hovac runs around the ring before slipping back in! Here comes Entropy close behind but Hovac is already ready for him! Classic strategy!"
Jim Jackson: "A big boot welcomes Entropy as he enters the ring! Samuel Hovac puts his opponent in a front facelock, he then hooks his tights, and lifts him up vertically holding him upside-down for quite some time letting all the blood rush to his opponent's head before jumping up and falling on to his back so that the opponent lands on his head executing a Straight Daze! Entropy is down! Hovac hooks the leg!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Entropy kicks out at two but this is the first time we've seen Entropy on his back! To think that there is another monster out there capable of doing that feat! Alexander Melchiott certainly found someone who can hold his own to Troy's monster. Look at Marcus Troy at ringside, he looks worried!"
Jim Jackson: "Entropy staggers to his feet but Samuel Hovac continues his assault pounding Entropy with hammer fists! Entropy is actually getting pinned to the ropes by Hovac's relentless assault. Entropy lashes out with a backfist and nearly catches Hovac as Hovac staggers backwards! This may be the opening Entropy needs! He charges in towards Hovac... SPEAR!!! Hovac is down! Entropy roars and goes for an elbow drop! Hovac rolls away and gets back to his feet clutching his ribs. Entropy may have bruised his ribs there. Entropy charges again... Samuel Hovac counters with a knee to the gut! He lifts Entropy up... PILEDRIVER! That shook the ring! Hovac again hooks the leg!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Entropy still kicks out! Hovac again tries to apply his signature submission hold Old Faithful... Entropy counters it with a jawbreaker! Lariat by Troy's monster sends Hovac down! Before Entropy can continue Hovac rolls away and again out of the ring! A good old school strategy by Hovac. This way he not only catches his breath, he could stop his opponent's momentum. This time though Entropy doesn't chase him! The ref motions for Hovac to get back up and begins the ten count."
Jack B. Nimble: "One!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Two!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Three!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Four!"
Jim Jackson: "Samuel Hovac leaps up to the apron, Entropy charges in... Hovac spins out of the way and kicks Entropy in the head as he goes through the ropes! Entropy staggers back. Hovac enters the ring and charges towards Entropy... Entropy with a spinebuster from out of nowhere! Samuel Hovac staggers back to his feet right into Entropy's arms! Body slam! Hovac again rises to his feet! Lariat attempt by Entropy... Hovac dodges and grabs Entropy and lifts him up... Vertical suplex connects! Wait! Hovac is not letting go! A second vertical suplex! Hovac still holds on... A THIRD VERTICAL SUPLEX! SAMUEL HOVAC JUST HIT THE MONSTER ENTROPY WITH TRIPLE ROLLING VERTICALS! Hovac for the cover!"
Crowd: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "UNBELIEVABLE! ENTROPY STILL GETS HIS SHOULDERS UP! Hovac is in disbelief, he now realizes that he needs to bring out the big guns if he is to defeat Entropy... Hovac signals for his finisher! Hovac goes for a gutwrench... No! Entropy manages to block the attempt! Big back elbow catches Hovac on the jaw! That probably loosened a few teeth..."
Jim Jackson: "Entropy charges towards Samuel Hovac, Hovac intercepts him with an uppercut! Entropy shrugs it off and counters with a spinning backfist! Hovac staggers a bit but recovers quickly and retaliates with kick to Entropy's side, then proceeds to light Entropy's chest with a series of knife-end chops! Entropy manages to catch Hovac's arms and whips him to the ropes! Samuel Hovac bounces back... Right into Entropy's arms! Entropy has Hovac in a bear hug! Hovac grunts in pain as he tries to break free before Entropy crushes his ribs together!"
Brad Blood: "Hovac finally manages to free his arms! A double ear slap rings Entropy's head and his grip loosens allowing Hovac to escape! Good work by Hovac there, slapping the ears that hard made Entropy lose his sense of equilibrium as the liquid inside the ears get rattled. Hovac distances himself to catch his breath but Entropy is already on the move."
Jim Jackson: "Samuel Hovac barely rolls out of the way as Entropy comes charging in! Big haymaker by Hovac gets blocked by Entropy who grabs Hovac for a chokeslam. Samuel Hovac battles his way free with a flurry of elbows! Neckbreaker by Hovac! Entropy is down! Hovac picks Entropy up on his shoulders... Samoan drop! Samuel Hovac puts his forearm around Entropy's neck and uses his other arm to push Entropy's head forward cutting off his air supply! Hovac again goes for his signature move Old Faithful! This time he has it locked in!"
Brad Blood: "The seven foot three Entropy rises up to his feet but Hovac still clamps on even if his feet is off the ground, trying to put the monster to sleep! Entropy staggers forward... He's made his way towards the ropes... He can't get Hovac off of him! Samuel Hovac may actually be the first one to put Entropy dow~... HOLY CRAP! ENTROPY JUST FELL OVER THE TOP ROPE TAKING SAMUEL HOVAC WITH HIM!"
Jim Jackson: "Both men crash to the outside with Samuel Hovac ending up on the bottom! Entropy escapes from Hovac's grasp! Entropy with a leg drop outside ignoring the referee's instructions to bring it back into the ring. Entropy lifts Samuel Hovac up on his shoulders and begins running... RUNNING POWERBOMB INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!!"
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Brad Blood: "Holy shit indeed! He may have broken Hovac in hal~ HOVAC IS SLOWLY RISING TO HIS FEET! HOW IN THE WORLD DID HOVAC SURVIVE THAT?! Both men charge at each other and they begin to brawl outside the ring! The referee begins the ten count!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Two!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Three!"
Jim Jackson: "Both men have just started brawling and may have put the rest of the world on hold! I don't think they even hear the referee counting!"
Brad Blood: "At this point both wrestlers have just one goal in their sight... To put down the other guy no matter what."
Jack B. Nimble: "Four!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Five!"
Jim Jackson: "This is just pure havoc, pure carnage, pure chaos! The impact of the punches these two men are throwing at each other is echoing throughout the arena!"
Brad Blood: "It's kill or be killed!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Six!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Seven!"
Jim Jackson: "There is no technique, just pure rage and power behind each punch! How can these two men continue throwing punches at that pace?!"
Brad Blood: "They aren't men Jim... THEY ARE... MONSTERS!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Eight!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Nine!"
Jim Jackson: "The crowd is entranced by the violence being shown by these two men. There are just no words to describe this... This brutality!"
Brad Blood: "Oh there is a word Jim, it starts with an A and ends with a S! AWESOMENESS!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Ten!"
Jim Jackson: "And that's it! The ref is calling for the bell!"
Brad Blood: "It's a double count out!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "The following match has been declared a draw due to a double count out!"
Jim Jackson: "The match is done but both men are still brawling! Security has rushed to ringside to try and separate the two monsters but they can't seem to get close!"
Brad Blood: "You probably need to trank them! No way those two are gonna stop and only a crazy person will approach them at this point..."
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Re: Chaos Supreme 11/29/2015
by Thaddeus Rex Mon Nov 30, 2015 2:13 am
The camera opens up backstage to show Allister King wearing a wig pretending to be Julie Rodriguez.
Allister King: "Hi, Julia Rodriguez here and I would like to introduce my guests at this time, The Northern Kings."
Samantha and Callahan walk into the shot. Julie shows up and takes the microphone and wig of Allister.
Julie Rodriguez: "I have known you for a long time now and still sometimes you surprise me with your shenanigans"
Allister King: "Bitch please! You know you love it."
Julie Rodriguez: "Ahhhh. Fine, let's just get this over with. So Shadow, tonight you are facing Haruki Inoki, your thoughts?"
Shadow Callahan: "No comment."
Julie Rodriguez: "....Ok. Allister, last week you lost the dance off against Ray Kamaura and he chose to have tonight's title match to take place in a Texas Bullrope Match. How do you plan to overcome this obstacle to become the new ROC champion?"
Allister King: "First off, the outcome of that dance off was completely messed up, i deserved to win it with my sweet dance moves that i stole from moulin rouge and all those other crappy girl movies. I even had an awesome stipulation planned for when i won. A electrified barbed wire steel cage with bears surrounding the cage but nooooooo we get stuck with a Texas bullshit match. Why? These matches are so stupid. Touch every corner. Damn it Ray. Why couldn't you have just picked a Texas deathmatch."
Samantha King: "Cause you went full retard, that's why you lost. Never go full retard."
Allister stares intensely at Sammie.
Allister King: "Better than that crap you pull at nightclubs. I saw you baby, shaking dat ass, shaking dat ass."
Samantha King: "Those happen to be the dance moves that are in style in this day and age. All you do is the lonely goth dance, just nodding your head and every so often taking a smoke from the cigarette."
Allister King: "HEY! South Park taught me those moves. And besides i am a trained dancer. Just I didn't want to do the waltz or the river dance but I left that out because i thought it would come across as stereotypical for an Irish man to copy the lord of the dance."
Julie Rodriguez: "Sorry to interrupt this lover's quarrel but we are running out of time on this interview."
Allister King: "Ok, I will beat Kamaura with a Kimura. HA! see what I did there? But i'm just going on the record as saying Texas Bullshit matches are as stupid as item on a pole matches. So, to recap. Kamaura, Kimura, Bullshit. And that's all I gotta say about! Autobots! Roll out!"
TNK leave the scene while Julie stands shaking her head.
VS 
Jim Jackson: "Our next contest features "The Kempo king" Haruki Inoki going up against "The Dullahan" Shadow Callahan. Callahan is a former tag team champion as Part of The Northern Kings. Inoki is relatively new to the ROC family but already has a number of victories under his belt."
Brad Blood: "Let's check the stats. height, weight, strength, experience, accomplishments, all goes to Callahan. While Inoki might not be a rookie, here in ROC he is. So my bet on this one is going to The Dullahan."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 275 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle, ... "The Dullahan" ... SHADOW CALLAHAN!"
"Dead to the World" by Nightwish begins to play as smoke begins to cover the ramp. Jason Callahan begins to make his way out of the backstage early with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a cane over his shoulder. He stands on the ramp, takes a few draws and flicks it away. He exhales the smoke and proceeds to head down to the ring. He slaps a few of the crowds hands before rolling into the ring. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and raises the cane up in the air with a primal scream.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, standing at 6 foot tall and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Tokushima, Japan, ..."The Kempo King" ... HARUKI INOKI!"
......Sounds of crickets are heard and no one emerges from the back..........
Jim Jackson: "Where's Haruki?"
Brad Blood: "I don't know, maybe he had trouble with his visa or something."
Jim Jackson: "Well this was a disappointing match. I was expecting a heated battle but Inoki is nowhere to be seen."
Brad Blood: "Maybe he got scared and ran away. Either way the victory goes to Callahan by default."
Alice Aoi: "And the winner of this match by non-appearance... The Dullahan... SHADOW CALLAHAN!"
Jim Jackson: "I wonder what happened to Haruki Inoki?"
Brad Blood: "Who cares? He probably got cold feet and ran off."
Julia Rodriguez stands inside the locker room of Thaddeus Rex, nervous as she is, she quickly swallows her fear and begins the interview session with the ex-convict wrestler.
Julia Rodriguez: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we are here inside the locker room of the one and only Thaddeus Rex to get his thoughts about his match tonight. Good evening Mr. Rex, after dispatching of Shogun, you are now pitted against another big name in the world of wrestling Jack Johnson. Do you have any plan against Mr. Johnson?"
Thaddeus Rex: "Ah yes, Jack Johnson, I've seen what he could do in the ring, and though I admit that he possesses a certain amount of skill in the ring, I am not worried in the slightest at his level of skill. I shall easily dispatch of Jack Johnson just as easily as I dispatched of Shogun and anyone else who dared step into the ring with me. You see whoever it is I have to get through, whether it be Shogun or Jack Johnson I shall go through them and again claim something that belongs to me... The RoC World Title."
The voluptuous backstage interviewer nods and moves on to the next question.
Julia Rodriguez: "Now you've been Ring of Chaos for a while now and until now you still have this reputation..."
Thaddeus Rex interrupts Julia...
Thaddeus Rex: "A reputation of what? Of being discriminated upon just because of my past? Of being discriminated just because of the color of my skin? No, it is the people who have put me inside this box where they pass judgment upon me. I have endured the hate, the bigotry that has been thrown towards me, it made me what I am today. And if you or anyone else do not like what you see, well... I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I will not apologize for who I am and for what I have become to get where I am."
Julia Rodriguez swallows hard as she feels the anger inside T-Rex's voice.
Julia Rodriguez: "I am not implying anything of the sort Mr. Rex, um... If you would allow me, I have one final question... Other than Nicolas Dorn, you are the oldest active roster member here in RoC. Many are wondering when you will hang up the gloves so to speak..."
Thaddeus Rex: "They would like that wouldn't they? For me to quietly lie down and disappear... No, that is not happening anytime soon. I still have years and years of fight in me, and so does Mr. Nicolas Dorn. Age is nothing but a number and anyone who thinks otherwise shall find out that their number is up. The only time I stop fighting is when my heart stops beating..."
Julia Rodriguez nods and finishes the interview.
Julia Rodriguez: "Thank you for your time Mr. Rex and I wish you luck in tonight's match."
An expression of surprise is seen in the face of T-Rex at Julia's well wishes, he nods curtly acknowledging her as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens to Jack Johnson dominating the scene, the setting behind is a dark room.
Jack Johnson: "It seems tonight I will meet an adversary that has multiple similarities to myself. Thaddeus Rex..
You are a man, much like myself, who seeks fame and glory.
You've been discriminated against, you for the colour of your skin whilst I've been discriminated for the country of which I am from."
Jack breaks off for a second.
Jack Johnson: "You've taken note of my skill, but no mistake. I'm not like Shogun or any other opponent you've faced before. I won't be such a pushover.
Consider this your only warning. Bring your A Game.. Or fall down."
Johnson smirks as the scene fades to black.
VS 
Jim Jackson: "Tonight two men shall battle to prove something to themselves. On one side we have Jack Johnson, grizzled veteran disappeared a few years back but now suddenly surfaced. Is he still the same "Unstoppable" force as he was then or has his time away from the squared circle made him soft? Then we have Thaddeus Rex, an ex-con who captured the RoC World Title at the age of 60. After losing the title to Ray Kamaura, he attempts to win it back has resulted in failure. A win here tonight could prove that he still has what it takes to battle back into title contention."
Brad Blood: "This will be an interesting match-up. Johnson may have been a force to be reckoned with back in the day but he still has to get an impressive victory here in RoC. T-Rex on the other hand has kept in shape even in his advanced age, not to mention the streaks of brutality that he shows us from time to time. Jack has youth and power on his side while T-Rex has experience and toughness. Plus, both wrestlers actually have similar skill sets, I'd say that this match would definitely be one to keep your eye on."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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: "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 270 pounds, hailing from London, England... Unstoppable... 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: "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! And both Thaddeus Rex and Jack Johnson cautiously circle each other. This proves that both men know how dangerous their opponents are and plan to approach this match from a strategic standpoint. T-Rex tries to move closer to attack... Johnson warily weaves away from Rex's jabs. Jack Johnson fires off a couple of shots of his own but T-Rex manages to block them. Johnson switches to low kicks but Thaddeus Rex manages to keep enough distance. T-Rex lunges in! He has his arms around Johnson's waist! T-Rex goes for a belly to belly suplex... No! Johnson blocks the attempt and counters with a scoop slam! T-Rex rolls away quickly before Jack Johnson can get a hand on him."
Brad Blood: "Looks like T-Rex is not taking Johnson for granted. Jack Johnson was very well known for his skills inside the ring, that is before his disappearance and reemergence again... The question now is if he is still as good as he was or has ring rust set in? Johnson also takes his time approaching the aged wrestler, T-Rex's reputation also makes any opponent he faces be wary of him... Johnson finds an opening and lunges!"
Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex tries to counter with a flying knee! Jack Johnson sidesteps! He has T-Rex's back! German suplex attempt! No! Rex with back elbows stuns Johnson for a moment! Irish whip by T-Rex sends Johnson to the ropes... Jack Johnson ducks below a clothesline attempt! Johnson bounces back on the ropes... He counters a back body drop attempt with a knee to the T-Rex's face! T-Rex staggers, Johnson with an Irish whip sends him to the ropes! SPINEBUSTER~! Jack Johnson for the cover!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "T-Rex gets a shoulder up at two! Johnson proceeds to beat down on T-Rex, he knows that given a chance, Rex will be able to quickly turn things around, no way he'll let that happen. Thaddeus Rex rolls away and out the apron! Looks like T-Rex is taking a breather outside the ring... The ref signals for him to get back into the ring. Jack doesn't wait and exit the ring going after T-Rex! This is what Rex was waiting for! He blasts Johnson with a big boot from outta nowhere before throwing him back into the ring! A good strategy by the old fogey, with experience comes a bag of dirty tricks. Brilliant!"
Jim Jackson: "T-Rex begins to stomp away at Jack Johnson. He goes for a submission attempt with an armbar but Johnson is able to pull free at the last second. Johnson rolls back to his feet but is caught with a knee to the gut! 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. Johnson staggers to the ropes! Lariat by T-Rex takes him down! Knee drop by Rex before hooking the leg!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Kick out by Jack Johnson at two! Johnson fights back to his feet! So far this match has been pretty even. From the look of things, Johnson is in pretty good shape, no ring-rust at all and T-Rex is the same mean bastard he always is. They lock arms! It's a clash of egos as both wrestlers try to push each other down to their knees! Looks like Jack is getting the upper hand... OH! T-Rex suddenly pulls one arm free and pokes Johnson in the eye! Genius! The ref throws out a warning but T-Rex is already on the move!"
Jim Jackson: "Huge discus clothesline takes Jack Johnson down! Before Johnson can get up Thaddeus Rex kicks him on the ribs! Johnson rolls and staggers to his feet. Irish whip by T-Rex sends him to the corner! Rex charges in... Johnson leaps out of the way at the last second and T-Rex hits the turnbuckles shoulders first! Johnson pulls T-Rex out from the corner DDT! Jack Johnson just drove T-Rex's skull into the canvas! Fist drop by Johnson for good measure before he hooks the leg!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Shoulder up at two! Looks like Johnson needs to do more damage if he wants to get that three count. Johnson pulls T-Rex up to his feet... Whoa! Uppercut from out of nowhere by T-Rex almost catches Jack's chin! Jack Johnson loses his balance as he backed away barely dodging that uppercut! Pretty sneaky attack from the old man."
Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex quickly lunges forward and catches Jack Johnson, uranage! Johnson is down on the mat but manages to get back to his feet! Unfortunately T-Rex is waiting for him... Backbreaker! Johnson is down! Thaddeus Rex grabs his leg... He's going for a sharpshooter! Johnson realizing his peril lunges for the ropes... He makes it before T-Rex can lock it in! Big stomp by Rex to Johnson's lower back followed by an elbow drop to the same area. He pulls Jack Johnson to the middle of the ring... He's going for a submission! Boston crab! He locks in the Boston crab and an expression of pain spreads across Johnson's face!"
Brad Blood: "Johnson with both forearms flat on the canvas slowly crawls towards the ropes as T-Rex tries to put all his weight down unto his back. One big lunge by Johnson... He falls short! Could this be it? Will Johnson's fate be decided by this submission hold? No! One final lunge by Jack and he manages to grab on to the bottom rope! Luck still shines on Jack Johnson! But wait! T-Rex is not letting go! The sly bastard is gonna use the five count to maximize his hold on Johnson!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Three! Four! Fi..."
Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex finally releases his hold a fraction of a second from being eliminated but the damage has been done to Jack Johnson's back! T-Rex begins to mockingly step on Johnson's back taunting him! The crowd show their displeasure by the loud boos. Thaddeus Rex picks Johnson up for a Samoan drop... No! Jack Johnson battles out of it with elbow strikes! Johnson lands on his feet... European uppercut stuns T-Rex! Johnson begins lighting up T-Rex's chest with a series of knife-end chops!"
Crowd: "WOOO~!"
Brad Blood: "Johnson grabs T-Rex, looks like he's going for a suplex... Uh-oh... Looks like Johnson's back is giving him some trouble lifting up T-Rex. Rex breaks out of Jack's grasp! He starts disrespectfully slapping Johnson's face! Wait! Johnson retaliates with a big right hook catching T-Rex by surprise! Reverse atomic drop! Ooh! Looks like Johnson just hurt T-Rex's johnson! T-Rex howls in pain while jumping around in the ring. Johnson going for a suplex attempt... NO! His attempt is blocked by T-Rex!"
Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex lifts Jack Johnson up.... A beautifully executed vertical suplex! Johnson staggers back up to his feet... Body slam by T-Rex sends him back to the canvas. Jack Johnson somehow soaks the damage and albeit slowly, gets back up to his feet. Clothesline by Rex sends him back down but again Johnson tenaciously rises! The crowd is starting to chant for him further infuriating Thaddeus Rex who starts throwing hard rights towards Jack Johnson!"
Crowd: "LET'S GO JOHNSON! LET'S GO JOHNSON! LET'S GO JOHNSON!"
Brad Blood: "Whoa! The crowd's support of Jack is just making T-Rex get angrier! T-Rex is throwing more and more punches while Johnson can on put his arm up in defense while getting backed into the ropes! Wait! Johnson suddenly ducks low and slips to T-Rex's side! With the crowd behind him Jack fires off a couple of shots to T-Rex's ribs! Dropkick by Jack sends T-Rex through the ropes crashing to the ground outside! Johnson exits to the ring apron! He leaps! FLYING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE OUTSIDE! NO!!! SPEAR BY T-REX FROM OUT OF NOWHERE CATCHES JACK JOHNSON IN MID-AIR!!!"
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Jim Jackson: "Jack Johnson may have just been broken in half! T-Rex rolls Johnson back into the ring. He quickly hooks the leg! Is this it?!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Th..."
Brad Blood: "Jack Johnson kicks out a fraction of a second from three! Thaddeus Rex cannot believe it! T-Rex again hooks the leg!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Th..."
Jim Jackson: "Once again Jack Johnson kicks out! The crowd is ecstatic! Thaddeus Rex starts firing off a couple of shots but Johnson continues to rise! Johnson is up! He's up! Fueled by the crowd's support, Johnson stood up! He blocks T-Rex's punch and counters with an uppercut sending Rex staggering back! With each cheer Jack Johnson connects with a punch! Thaddeus Rex tries to retaliate but Johnson dodges and counters with a spinning backfist sending T-Rex reeling! Belly to back suplex by Johnson! T-Rex gets back to his feet... Double underhook suplex! T-Rex staggers back up one more time... Johnson from behind! He connects with not one, not two but THREE GERMAN SUPLEXES! Rolling Germans by Jack Johnson and the crowd goes wild!"
Crowd: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Brad Blood: "If Taz is The Human Suplex Machine and Brock Lesnar is Suplex City, Jack Johnson is Suplex Personified! Johnson goes for the cover! This could be it!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Thr..."
Jim Jackson: "NO! Thaddeus Rex gets an arm up! This time it's Jack Johnson who is in disbelief! How could anyone still kick out of that? Both men are still lying on the canvas, clear indication on the toll this match has taken on them. Slowly but surely both T-Rex and Johnson slowly pull themselves up while keeping an eye on each other. They charge towards each other... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men are down!"
Brad Blood: "They almost took each others' head off! This is insane! Wait... It seems like both men are not moving at all! The ref checks up on both Johnson and T-Rex... He's beginning the ten count! We may have a double KO here!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Two!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Three!"
Jim Jackson: "Seems like Jack Johnson is stirring!"
Brad Blood: "T-Rex is also beginning to move!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Four!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Five!"
Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex has somehow managed to pull himself up to his knees!"
Brad Blood: "Well Johnson ain't no slack either. He has crawled to the ropes and is pulling himself up too!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Six!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Seven!"
Jim Jackson: "Jack Johnson gets up to his feet first! But it seems Thaddeus Rex is having some difficulty as he stumbles back to the mat..."
Jack B. Nimble: "Eight!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Nine!"
Brad Blood: "And T-Rex somehow makes it to his feet just short the count of ten though it really looks like he'll topple over at the lightest touch."
Jim Jackson: "Both men are taking their time trying to recover as much stamina as they can. With great effort, Thaddeus Rex takes a step forward! Jack Johnson matches T-Rex's step! Both wrestlers begin their trek towards each other! Both wrestlers lock arms and begin grappling... T-Rex gets the upperhand and puts Johnson in a headlock! Johnson pushes T-Rex forward freeing himself! T-REX JUST STUMBLES INTO THE REFEREE KNOCKING HIM OUT! Clothesline by Johnson takes T-Rex down! Jack Johnson looks at Thaddeus Rex on the ground and casts a wicked smile before circling around the body of Thaddeus Rex. Jack Johnson then raises one of Thaddeus Rex's arms and encircles it along with Thaddeus Rex's neck by utilizing his legs in a triangle shape, cutting the blood flow to Thaddeus Rex's brain executing an ULTIMATE Chaos Theory!! T-REX IS TAPPING T-REX IS TAPPING!!! BUT WAIT! THE REFEREE IS STILL OUT!"
Brad Blood: "Jack Johnson releases his hold thinking he won the match! T-Rex gets up and clobbers Johnson from behind with a double axe handle! T-Rex slips out of the ring... He's grabbing a steel chair! Oooh~! This may end badly for Jack! T-Rex slips back into the ring with the steel chair, he's stalking Johnson waiting for Johnson to get upright! He swings!"
Jim Jackson: "JACK JOHNSON DODGES! He kicks T-Rex in the gut! Facebuster! Thaddeus Rex's face just got planted on the canvas! Looks like Johnson is signalling for his finisher The Epic! Jack Johnson picks up Thaddeus Rex and puts him in a front facelock. Jack Johnson then uses his free arm to go under Thaddeus Rex's near leg and hook the far one... Wait! T-Rex battles out of it! He stuns Jack Johnson with a high kick to the side of the head! Rex grabs the steel chair from the canvas!"
Brad Blood: "Uh-oh! I think I know what's coming! Johnson staggers back to his feet and turns around..."
WHACK!!!
Brad Blood: "AND JOHNSON EATS A FACE FULL OF STEEL! Johnson crumples to the canvas! HE'S OUT COLD! T-Rex has this one in the bag! T-Rex stands over Johnson's lifeless body and raises the steel chair one more time... He's gonna make sure Johnson won't be able to stand up!"
Jim Jackson: "Don't celebrate yet Brad! The referee rips the chair away from Thaddeus Rex's hand! He regained consciousness at the last moment and saw the whole thing! The referee is calling for the bell! It's over!"
Brad Blood: "Dang! So close! T-Rex was just disqualified!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by disqualification... Unstoppable... JACK JOHNSON!"
Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex loses the match! Solid proof that cheaters do not pay! Wait! Looks like T-Rex is going crazy in the ring! HE HAS HIS HANDS ON THE REFEREE! Someone stop him! T-Rex lifts the referee up on his shoulders! JACK JOHNSON PULLS THE REFEREE DOWN AND SHOVES HIM TO SAFETY! A big right hook sends T-Rex to the ropes! CLOTHESLINE BY JOHNSON SENDS T-REX OVER THE TOP ROPE! The crowd goes wild! Security has entered the ringside and quickly prevents T-Rex from reentering the ring! T-Rex is shouting profanities towards Jack Johnson as he is being escorted out of ringside!"
Brad Blood: "Jack looks like he still wants a piece of T-Rex too as he stands on the ropes beckoning T-Rex for round two! I have a feeling that this is not the last we've heard from these two men..."
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Re: Chaos Supreme 11/29/2015
by Thaddeus Rex Mon Nov 30, 2015 2:53 am
Rafik Arfah is strolling around backstage.
Rafik Arfah: "I'm so glad I got to know the rest of the arena."
A cameraman approaches him.
Rafik Arfah: "What?"
Cameraman: "Uh, the staff members told me they want you to shoot a solo promo to promote the finals match."
Rafik Arfah: "Should the audience hear this?"
Rafik looks directly into the camera for a few seconds.
Cameraman: "Just do something entertaining..."
Rafik Arfah: "Alright. Pretend to be interviewing me."
Cameraman: "But.. I.. eh.. fine."
Cameraman pretends to hold a mic.
Cameraman: "I am standing here with Rafik. He is facing Charlotte Sable & Lokii Weaver tonight in the tournaments finals.. erm.. thoughts?"
Rafik Arfah: "Let me tell you something, Mean Dean! It feels so great to be near a title shot again, dude! Even if that means I have to team up with Gus. We all know, brother, that our team got the win because of me last week, jack! We are facing Charlotte and Lokii. Charlotte? Isn't that Flair's daughter? I hate Flair. And Lokii? He is the most overrated Marvel villain! For those names, you are getting a whooping."
Cameraman: "Well, do you think you'll finally win the big match, Rafik?"
Rafik Arfah: "Oh I do because I'm feeling this special pump tonight, brother.. and not's just because I had a killer workout with these 16 inch monsters right here..."
Rafik flexes his 16 inch bicep.
Rafik Arfah: "I know tonight's the night where the Rafikamaniacs get their wish.. to see the Rafikster get one step closer to winning the strap, dude.. and tonight when me and Gus go out there and whip some butt, I'll make sure to hit the boot and drop the leg in order to become the number 1 contender to the tag team gold, brother."
Cameraman: "Last words?"
Rafik Arfah: "Gus, even though I hate your guts, we're a team tonight. And if you screw me, you're screwing yourself hard. And to the all fans, tren hard, eat your clen, say your prayers and believe in yourself."
Rafik rips the cameraman's shirt in two and walks off as the camera cuts off.
Gus is at the gym and he is training. He is chopping away at a hanging boxing bag. Chuck Norris is next to him and he is encouraging him to push his self to the limits.
Chuck Norris: "Come on! You can do it! Ten more seconds."
Gus seems really tired , but he keeps chopping.
Chuck Norris: "Two... One... Stop. Good job, now go relax you have a big match tonight. What do you think, will you get the title shot?"
Gus: "We will if Rafik stops insulting me. Every time I step into the ring, I prove I deserve being there. If he messes up with this match, I will make him pay. Bigtime! I need that gold around my waist. It will be my first title here in RoC and it is really important for me. Even if, it is with someone like Rafik Arfah."
Chuck Norris: "Hey Rafik is a great wrestler. I have trained him and I know he has great capabilities."
Gus: "I know, but his ego is bigger than my madness. Last time he said, that he wants to win that match, but he was insulting, and laughing at me during our match. So I don't believe his words, I wanna see actions. Anyway, my only goal is to win this match and then destroy the tag team champions, so I can be a champion. I hope Rafik collaborates well or else..."
Camera fades out.
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Jim Jackson: "Coming up next is the finals of the RoC Tag Team Tournament where the team that wins shall go on and become the number 1 contender for the RoC Tag Team Titles. We have the team of Charlotte Sable & Lokii Weaver going against the dysfunctional team of Gus & Rafik Arfah. Both teams beat their respective opponents to advance to this final stage of the tournament, who will be the one to face Full-Time Killers for the RoC Tag Team Titles? Well, we'll find out before the night is over!"
Brad Blood: "Well one thing is for sure, Rafik is just dragging Gus down! He better pull his own weight in this match."
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is the finals of the RoC Tag Team Tournament! Introducing first, with a combined weight of 440 pounds, the team of CHARLOTTE SABLE & LOKII WEAVER!"
"Reptilia" by The Strokes blares to life through the arena just before Charlotte Sable steps out from backstage. She wastes little time in walking to the ring before stepping right over the top rope and into the ring.
"Journey of the Sorcerer" by The Eagles begins playing throughout the arena, followed by the jumbotron coming to life with a video of space: stars and infinite darkness included. Lokii Weaver appears at the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. He glances around the arena before setting his sights on the ring and making his way down the ramp. He climbs the metal steps before stepping into the ring.
Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, with a combined weight of 463 pounds, the team of GUS & RAFIK ARFAH!"
"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.
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. Quick. IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! It will be Gus and Lokii Weaver starting off for their respective teams! Gus charges right in! Weaver does his magic and easily sidesteps. As Gus tries to lunge again towards him, Weaver easily dances away avoiding Gus' clutches. Again Gus lunges towards Weaver but The Magus easily magicks himself away and Gus lands on the ropes! Dropkick by Weaver sends Gus through the ropes but he lands on the apron. Gus gets back to his feet, Weaver with a double axe handle knocks him off balance and into the outside! Rafik Arfah is screaming at his partner, looks like he's not happy with how Gus is performing in the ring tonight."
Brad Blood: "Lokii starts to showboat in the ring, he should have continued his attack and not give Gus a chance to recover. Then again Lokii always had a flair for the dramatics. Gus leaps back into the ring as Lokii tags in his partner! Charlotte enters the ring, at 6 feet 8 inches tall, she is taller than Gus. I wouldn't want to get on her bad side."
Jim Jackson: "Gus and Charlotte Sable lock hands and start to grapple... Holy~! Sable is actually pushing Gus back! She has Gus backed to the ropes! Hammer fist by Charlotte Sable connects on Gus' chest! Irish whip sends Gus to the ropes, shoulder block knocks him off his feet! Sable picks Gus up on her shoulders... Fireman's carry gutbuster! Gus is down on the canvas! Sable for the cover..."
Jack B. Quick: "One..."
Brad Blood: "Gus gets a shoulder up at the count of one. He manages to roll away before that giant of a woman can stomp down on him. Look at her feet! Those giant feet! If bigfoot had a foot fetish, Charlotte's feet would be heaven for him! Charlotte Sable rushes towards Gus. Gus meets her head on!"
Jim Jackson: "Charlotte Sable went for a spear but Gus meets her with a knee rush! Sable takes the knee right on the center of the head! Sable staggers backwards and into the corner! Gus runs at wrestler Charlotte Sable, 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! Irish whip by Gus sends Sable crashing to the opposite corner back first! Gus runs at wrestler Charlotte Sable, 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! GUS HITS A SECOND ANESTHESIA! Sable crumples to the mat! Gus hooks her leg!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Charlotte kicks out at two, Lokii actually made it to the ring to try to break the pinfall but his concern is unneeded. Charlotte tries to crawl to their corner but Gus pulls her leg back and starts stomping on her back. Right now Gus is doing the smart thing keeping Charlotte from getting the tag. Gus continues his punishment of Sable's back."
Jim Jackson: "Brutal but effective, knee stomps rain upon Charlotte Sable's back. Sable is clearly in pain as she tries to and fails to crawl to their corner. Gus keeps Charlotte Sable in a headlock effectively grounding her. Sable tries reach for the ropes... She makes it! The ref makes Gus release the hold. Sable uses the ropes to pull herself up, Gus charges in... Sable ducks the clothesline attempt and counters with a kick to the gut! Sable wraps her arms around her opponent's abdomen in order to scoop them up, twisting them long the way up, before slamming them back first onto the mat! VOLITION CONNECTS! Gus is down! Sable scrambles to the corner and gets a tag! Lokii Weaver has entered the ring!"
Brad Blood: "Blind tag by the terrorist Rafik, Lokii didn't see it so he continues his assault on Gus! Rafik leaps to the ropes... He just turned Lokii inside out with a springboard clothesline! Showing no love for his partner, Rafik kicks Gus out through the bottom rope! That filthy turban wearing filth! He can't do that to Gus! See? How he treats his own partner proves that he can't be trusted!"
Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah goes high risk... And it pays off as the diving elbow drop slams into The Magus' chest! 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 has his submission locked in! Arfah has Better Than Brooks locked in and Lokii Weaver may be forced to tap! Weaver has his free arm raised in the air... NO! Charlotte Sable for the save! Sable enters the ring and just punted Arfah on the head! Gus enters the ring! Sable dodges a clothesline attempt! A big right hook stuns Gus! With her opponent stunned, Charlotte Sable brings her foot up and puts her weight right into a big kick to his head! Sable hits her trademark move Volatile! Gus was just turned inside out! The ref is trying to get Charlotte Sable back to their corner! Lokii Weaver is now kicking away at Rafik Arfah's ribs!"
Brad Blood: "The ref has his back turned as he is still getting Charlotte to go to their corner. Lokii has Rafik's neck on the ropes and uses his knee to choke Rafik! Yeah! Choke out that terrorist bastard! Gus is getting up... He sees Lokii choking out his partner... He turns his head and sees Charlotte exiting through the ropes... GUS CHARGES TOWARDS CHARLOTTE AND KNOCKS HER OFF THE APRON! Gus exits the ring... He starts pounding Charlotte's head on the steel steps! One! Two! Three! Four! Five~! Gus ain't done! He lifts Charlotte up... HE JUST POWERSLAMMED CHARLOTTE INTO THE STEEL STEPS!"
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Jim Jackson: "Lokii Weaver is still choking out The Supremacist Rafik Arfah as the referee's attention is on Charlotte Sable and Gus. I-I think Arfah is out! I think he's passed out! Lokii Weaver drags Arfah to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg! The ref is still busy trying to get Gus to leave Charlotte Sable alone! Weaver gets up and walks over to the ref pulling him away from his partner and Gus. He points to Arfah on the ground, then returns to hook the leg. The ref begrudgingly begins the three count as Gus continues to assault Charlotte Sable outside."
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Thr..."
Brad Blood: "Rafik kicks out! Somehow the time it took for Lokii to get the referee's attention gave that stinkin' Muslim a chance to recover enough stamina to kick out~! He should thank his partner for that! If Gus wasn't distracting the ref like that Lokii would have gotten the one, two, three!"
Jim Jackson: "Gus could have also helped out his partner earlier instead of going after Charlotte Sable, if he did that, Rafik Arfah wouldn't even have been put in a situation where he got pinned. Weaver signals for his finisher! Lokii Weaver climbs to the top of a turnbuckle, awaiting his stunned opponent to make it back to their feet, then leaps... DROPKICK BY RAFIK ARFAH COUNTERS WEAVER'S FINISHER FALSE CUT! Lokii Weaver is down! Rafik Arfah lifts his opponent on his shoulders... He's going for his finisher Kenta Used It First! NO~! Weaver somehow leaps down from his shoulders and rolls him up with a schoolboy!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Thr..."
Brad Blood: "Kick out by Rafik! Lokii leaps up and is going for a backstabber... No~! RAFIK COUNTERS AS HE CLINGS TO THE TOP ROPE MAKING LOKII WEAVER FALLS ON HIS BACK! Weaver staggers to his feet... Lariat by Rafik! He goes for the cover! Will the shawarma eating piece of caca get the three count? The crowd starts cheering~! Dammit! Don't cheer for the terrorist!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Thr..."
Jim Jackson: "Lokii Weaver kicks out at the last moment! Gus has finally returned to their corner and is asking for the tag. Rafik Arfah ignores his partner and proceeds to put Weaver in a Boston crab hold! Weaver tries to get to the ropes... Lokii Weaver reaches out, he's just a few inches from the ropes... No! Arfah quickly releases the Boston crab and transitions it into a crossface! Weaver is caught! Can The Magus make his escape? Weaver looks like he's about to tap.... WEAVER TAPS! WAIT! NO~! Weaver tapped out but Charlotte Sable pulled the referee out of the ring before the ref could see it! Sable used so much force it sent the ref slamming into the barricades. The ref is laid out on the ground outside! Rafik Arfah slingshots over the top rope! Flying crossbody! NO! CHARLOTTE SABLE CATCHES ARFAH AND INSTEAD COUNTERS WITH A BACKBREAKER!"
Crowd: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Brad Blood: "Charlotte is now attacking Rafik outside! She's literally kicking the shit out of him! If this keeps up Rafik will really soil his pants from the Charlotte's assault! Wait! Gus has entered the ring and just took down Lokii with a spear! He picks Lokii up... HOLY CRAP! HE JUST POWERBOMBED LOKII OVER THE TOP ROPE AND INTO CHARLOTTE!!!"
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Jim Jackson: "It's utter chaos in here! The ref is down! Rafik Arfah is down, both Lokii Weaver and Charlotte Sable are also down! Gus is violently shaking the top rope inside the ring as the crowd is looking on in disbelief at the brutality of today's tag match. Both teams are really going all out even resorting to using underhanded tactics to try to win this match. Gus exits the ring and lifts Weaver, he tosses The Magus back into the ring. He then lifts his partner and puts Arfah over Weaver! Gus once again exits the ring... He's trying to wake the referee up."
Brad Blood: "Looks like the ref is regaining his bearings... He spots the cover inside the ring, he shakes off the cobwebs and begins the three count!"
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Thr..."
Brad Blood: "Ohhh~! Close but no cigar! Lokii somehow manages to get his shoulders up at the last microsecond! Seriously that was the closest of the closest call!"
Jim Jackson: "Rafik Arfah is slowly getting up to his feet, so is Lokii Weaver... Arfah staggers towards Weaver... Lokii Weaver throws a random and wild haymaker, stunning his opponent and breaking their momentum. He collapses and begins crawling away from Rafik Arfah, then pauses and stand back up. He smiles at his opponents, which is followed by the lights going out. Ten seconds later the lights come back on to show Lokii Weaver standing above his unconscious opponent, straightening his suit! A classic case of Misdirection! The ref is down on the canvas and begins to count... Gus leaps up the apron! Gus lights a piece of flash paper and throws it in Lokii Weaver's face executing a blinding Kill It With Fire! Weaver staggers back clutching his face!"
Brad Blood: "GENIUS! The ref didn't see Gus do that since he was down counting on the canvas! Misdirection was countered perfectly! Rafik Arfah gets up on his feet... He staggers to the corner... Gus tags himself in!"
Jim Jackson: "Three point stance charge by Gus takes The Magus down! Charlotte Sable leaps to the apron... Rafik Arfah is on the move! Arfah makes it to the ring and kicks Sable in the face as she is entering between the ropes! DDT by Arfah on Sable! As the referee try to sort things out Gus signals for his finisher!"
Brad Blood: "Here it comes! Lokii is in deep caca!"
Jim Jackson: "Gus first lifts Lokii Weaver 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! OUT OF CONTROL! OUT OF CONTROL HITS! Gus hooks the leg!"
Brad Blood: "The ref goes for the three count..."
Jack B. Quick: "One! Two! Three!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall and NEW NUMBER 1 CONTENDERS FOR THE ROC TAG TEAM TITLES! The team of GUS & RAFIK ARFAH!"
Jim Jackson: "Dysfunctional does it again as Gus & Rafik Arfah defied all odds and pull up a victory! But their climb to the top may get stopped short when they face Full-Time Killers for the RoC Tag Team Titles two weeks from now."
Brad Blood: "Well one thing is for sure, Gus will pull them through again as he did two weeks ago and as he did tonight."
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, raising the RoC Women's belt over her head. She spits 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: "Boo all you want but I AM STILL THE ROC WOMEN'S CHAMPION and there's nothing you all can do about it!"
Lexi Thorne smirks cockily as the crowd once again pelt her with boos.
Lexi Thorne: "Now as you all witnessed, I came and did what I said I'll do, and that's to win the RoC Women's title! But I do think that that's not enough! You see, winning is just half the battle, defending this title is the other half and since it seems that Desiré has chickened out and hasn't cashed in her rematch clause, I have to take the initiative myself to find someone to fight me! That's right, I went to our esteemed vice-general manager Alexander Melchiott and asked him to find me a worthy opponent."
The crowd seems taken aback at Thorne's announcement, never before have they seen a champion actively seek a challenger.
Lexi Thorne: "Now Mr. Melchiott and I put our heads together and we came up with this... On the next show, it will be Charlotte Sable versus Cecilia Christiansen versus Nao Fook Mi in a triple threat match... And the winner of that triple threat shall face me for the RoC Women's Championship! You see, you all may not like me but I shall make all of you acknowledge me as your greatest RoC Women's Champion in history!"
Lexi drops the mic and exits the ring as "Shattered" by The Rolling Stones begins playing again on the loud speakers... She makes her way up the ramp and stops at the top turning around and giving everyone the finger before disappearing backstage.
VS 
Jim Jackson: "And now for our main event of the evening. Allister King earned a shot for the RoC World Title but in a dance off pre-match, King lost to reigning champ Ray Kamaura giving Kamaura the advantage of choosing a match stipulation for tonight's title fight and that stipulation is that the title match shall be a Texas bull rope match!"
Brad Blood: "Allister is sooo screwed, remember the last time he was in a Texas bull rope match against Thaddeus Rex? He got beat-up so bad his wife had to come in to beg for his life. Speaking of, I wonder what Samantha offered T-Rex to make him stop grinding Allister to mince meat?"
Alice Aoi: "The following match is a Texas Bull Rope Match scheduled for one fall and is for the ROC WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first the challenger, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from The Emerald Isle... The King of Fools, The Jester of the Ring... ALLISTER KING!"
Blue and Red lights shine throughout the arena as Hammerfall's "Any Means Necessary" begins to play. Allister King, 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 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.
Jim Jackson: "Allister King and Ray Kamaura are being attached to the bull rope."
Brad Blood: "Look at the horror etched in Allister's face."
Alice Aoi: "The referee for this match is... IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"
DING!
Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Allister King barely dodged a clothesline and scampers away. The champ quickly pulls him back and he lands right on Ray Kamaura's clutches! Kamaura lifts The King of Fools up on his shoulders... King elbows his way free and slips down.... Wait! The rope is looped over Kamaura's throat, King falls to his knees with all his weight, the rope snag on the champ's throat taking him down!"
Brad Blood: "Whoa! That was a pretty smart move by Allister, using the bull rope like that... Ray is on his knees untangling the rope from his neck, Allister uses the chance to kick him in the face sending him rolling towards the corner! Allister is on a roll! Seems like Allister has shifted to high gear as he leaps to the top turnbuckle!"
Jim Jackson: "Double foot stomp by The Jester of the Ring right unto the champ's back! Allister King hooks the leg! Is this enough?"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Tw..."
Brad Blood: "Ray kicks out! Still too early for the champ to be put away like that. I'd be disappointed if that's what it takes to defeat a RoC world champ. Ray shakes off the cobwebs but Allister is already on the ropes!"
Jim Jackson: "Springboard crossbody by Allister King... No! Ray Kamaura catches him in mid-air and counters it with a body slam! Kamaura pulls King towards him... Ray Kamaura grabs Allister King by the forearm, twisting them around, after three twists delivers and jumping spin kick to Allister King's mid section executing a devastating Better Luck Next Time! Allister buckles to the canvas! Kamaura for the cover!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Allister gets a shoulder up at two! He tries to roll away but Kamaura pulls him back! Allister ducks a clothesline attempt and slips between Ray's legs! He wraps the rope over the champ's ankle and pulls! TIMBEEERRR~! Ray goes down! Ingenious! When did Allister get this creative?! Seriously! I cannot believe my eyes here!"
Jim Jackson: "The champ staggers to his feet, Allister King with a kick to his opponent's chin! HADOUKICK! Ray Kamaura goes down! Could this be it? Will The King of Fools be the next RoC World Champion? King goes for the cover! No! Kamaura's leg is on the bottom rope! Allister King is already on the move... Springboard leg drop... No! Kamaura jerks the rope and King gets pulled down in mid-air and lands on his shoulder! Kamaura pulls King up suddenly putting further strain on the shoulder... Arm wrench by Kamaura followed by a flying armbar! Allister King screams in pain!"
Brad Blood: "Allister desperately tries to reach for the ropes with his free hand while Ray puts the pressure on his other one. Hurting his shoulder early in the match is coming to haunt Allister. He makes it! Allister actually made it to the ropes! The champ lets go... Ray tries to pick Allister up but Allister uses both feet to shove Ray backwards!"
Jim Jackson: "Allister King rolls back to his feet just as the champ staggers backwards. Ray Kamaura falls back and bounces off the ropes before drop kicking Allister King executing a Kablam! King falls back but is stopped by the bull rope as the champ suddenly jerks it forward, The Jester of the Ring winces as his shoulder is pulled along with his arm. Lariat attempt by Kamaura... King ducks below it and slips behind the champ! Allister King leaps up and grabs Ray Kamaura's shoudlers from behind bringing it down into his knees as he falls backwards executing his signature move It's Dangerous to go Alone! Take This! King goes for the cover! Is it enough?"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Ray kicks out at two! Ray pulls himself up but a short knee by Allister drives him to the corner back first! Allister charges in with a knee... Ray slips through the ropes! Allister's knee connects with the top turnbuckle! Ray slips back in and sets Allister up on the top turnbuckle... The champ leaps up and pounds on Allister for good measure... FRANKENSTEINER!!! Allister just got planted into the ground!"
Crowd: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Brad Blood: "It still amazes me how Ray can move like that. He's one of the few big men who can move like a lightweight. Ray hooks the leg... Will he retain the title?"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Th..."
Jim Jackson: "No! Allister King kicks out at the last moment! You can see the surprise in Ray Kamaura's face! Kamaura lifts King up on his shoulders and hits a body slam! One thing I realize is that with the bull rope, there's no way Ray Kamaura can hit his finisher. Armbreaker by Kamaura again puts more damage on King's shoulder. King staggers to his feet clutching his shoulder... Kamaura goes for a big right... Allister King dodges and counters with an enzuigiri! The big man falls on his knee... Shining wizard by The Jester of the Ring! King off the second rope... Springboard leg drop! He hooks the leg!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."
Brad Blood: "Ray kicks out at two! Allister's face shows his fatigue already... Coupled with his hurting shoulder, he may not have enough to beat the champ. Allister leaps to his feet and starts viciously kicking at the champ! I've never seen Allister go on this kind of mean streak before. Shows you what happens once the RoC World Title is on the line. Wait Ray catches Allister's leg!"
Jim Jackson: "Dragon leg screw by the champ! Springboard splash by Ray Kamaura... No! Allister King rolls away! Springboard spinning sidekick by King sends Kamaura staggering, before the rope goes taut, King charges in and hits a low dropkick! Kamaura manages to keep his balance but The King of Fools has already reached the ropes... Springboard tornado DDT! The champ's head gets planted on the ground! King is not done... Standing moonsault! I cannot believe he hit that! With the clearance from the rope... He had to cut that moonsault close to the ground! And the crowd is appreciating it!"
Crowd: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Brad Blood: "Allister goes for the cover! Allister risked landing on his head with that really low standing moonsault..."
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Th..."
Brad Blood: "Ray gets a shoulder up at two! Frustration is now etched in Allister's face! He's signalling for his finisher!"
Jim Jackson: "Allister King kicks Ray Kamaura in the gut and pulls him in and locks in a headlock. He shouts ''Hail to the King'' before lifting Ray Kamaura into a suplex... NO! King fails to lift Kamaura up due to his injured shoulder! The champ uses this chance to reverse the suplex attempt! King hits the canvas hard! Kamaura pulls Allister King towards the corner... He's going to the top... WAIT! King suddenly springs to his feet and connects with a flying knee right on Kamaura's jaw! King leaps to the ropes balancing himself... Allister King with a kick to his opponent's chin! HADOUKICK! WHILE BALANCING FROM THE TOP ROPE! RAY KAMAURA FALLS TO THE OUTSIDE PULLING ALLISTER KING DOWN WITH HIM!"
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Brad Blood: "That was crazy! Allister basically sacrificed himself with that move, it's a kamikaze! Both wrestlers are down outside, both men not moving at all! The ref begins to count."
Jack B. Nimble: "One!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Two!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Three!"
Jim Jackson: "Both wrestlers are still down, this is the toll a Texas bull rope match can take on a wrestler."
Jack B. Nimble: "Four!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Five!"
Brad Blood: "I think I see Allister beginning to stir... And... Holy shit! I-I think his shoulder's dislocated! Look at how it's hanging down his body like that!"
Jim Jackson: "When Ray Kamaura fell and pulled Allister King down with him, he pulled King's shoulder off its socket!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Six!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Seven!"
WHACK!!! PLOP!!!
Brad Blood: "HOLY SHIT! ALLISTER JUST RAMMED HIS SHOULDER INTO THE RING POST TO POP IT BACK IN PLACE! You can see a tear flow down from Allister's eye due to the pain! Ray is beginning to stir too!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Eight!"
Jack B. Nimble: "Nine!"
Jim Jackson: "Allister King pushes the champ back into the ring and manages to pull himself in too! You can't win a title by count out and King knows that. Both wrestlers are just taking their time, you can see that they are really pushing their bodies to the limit in this match. King staggers to his feet still favoring his shoulder. Kamaura sees his ticket to win and lunges towards King's shoulders but that is what Allister King was waiting for! King spins out of the way and leaps unto Ray Kamaura's back! NO! Kamaura holds on to the ropes countering It's Dangerous to go Alone! Take This! and King falls down on his back!"
Brad Blood: "Ray misses an elbow drop! Allister uses this chance to leap into the ropes... Springboard foot stomp right on the champ's head! He liked super curb stomped Kamaura right there! King for the cover! Is this enough?!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Thr..."
Brad Blood: "RAY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!! Allister is just laying there, he's pulled out everything including the kitchen sink but Ray still hangs in there!"
Jim Jackson: "Allister King grabs Ray Kamaura by the head and places him between his legs, readying for a powerbomb. Allister raises his fist in the arm, signaling that its time to send the opponent to ''Kingdom Come''. Allister King hooks both of the arms and lifts the opponent up... HE BOTCHES IT! King cannot use his finisher due to his injured shoulder! Both men fall and roll around on the canvas! It looks like both wrestlers have their finishers neutralized here!"
Brad Blood: "Wait I think the rope is tangled around both Allister and Ray when they rolled around!"
Jim Jackson: "I think you're right! The ropes are looped around both men's necks! Allister King realizes it and begins to pull! Ray Kamaura also pulls on the ropes! BOTH MEN ARE TRYING TO CHOKE EACH OTHER OUT!"
Brad Blood: "It's now a race to try to put each other to sleep! The crowd is holding their breath looking at what's happening inside the ring. BREATHE PEOPLE OR YOU'LL ALL PASS OUT BEFORE THESE TWO IN THE RING DO!"
Jim Jackson: "Both wrestlers know that this may be the deciding factor in this match! Both men are holding tight on the rope despite the condition of their bodies!"
Brad Blood: "THEY ARE TURNING BLUE JIM!!! THEY ARE TURNING BLUE!!!"
Jim Jackson: "You are right Brad! Both men are now turning purple! This can't be good!"
Brad Blood: "WAIT! IT LOOKS LIKE THE ROPE AROUND ALLISTER'S NECK HAS GONE SLACK! RAY KAMAURA HAS PASSED OUT! Ray is on the ground and Allister has his arm over the champ's chest!"
Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Three!"
DING! DING! DING!
Alice Aoi: "Ladies and gentlemen this match by pinfall... AND NEW ROC WORLD CHAMPION... The King of Fools, The Jester of the Ring... ALLISTER KING!"
Jim Jackson: "EMTs are rushing into the ring to check on Ray Kamaura as the crowd goes silent in disbelief! Allister King gasps for air as Samantha King and Shadow Callahan rush into the ring to congratulate him! We have a new champ! A NEW ROC WORLD CHAMPION! Well fought Allister, well fought!"
Brad Blood: "INCONCEIVABLE! SERIOUSLY HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?! DAMMIT THERE GOES ANOTHER TEN GRAND! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~!"
Jim Jackson: "The Northern Kings are celebrating inside the ring as the crowd suddenly erupts in applause... As my partner weep over his gambling losses, it's time to say good bye, so until next time, good fight and good night!"
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