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Anarchy 01/24/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 25, 2016 5:00 am



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Jim Jackson:  "And to kick things off for tonight before the show officially starts, a dark match between La Máscara Sin Pantalones and Maximus Orgasmus!"

Brad Blood:  "La Máscara has been in the backburner for a while now, this is in a way his tune-up match before his return to the ring..."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 289 pounds, hailing from Toluca, Mexico...  Campeón humilde y luchador honorable de México...  LA MÁSCARA SIN PANTALONES!"

"Return of the Tres" by Delinquent Habits plays over the speakers as La Máscara Sin Pantalones, campeón humilde y luchador honorable de México, walks down the entrance ramp, flexing his muscles and thrusting his lower mask to the audience.  He waves to his fans in the crowd before stepping into the ring.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 223 pounds, hailing from Fucking, Austria...  Max-O...  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:  "The referee for this match is Jack B. Quick!  IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "There's the bell!  Kick from La Máscara Sin Pantalones to the leg. La Máscara Sin Pantalones misses a big legdrop. Maximus Orgasmus uses a forearm to the face. The referee gets hit by a wild right hand and is down. "

Brad Blood:  "Geh, the ref should really learn not to stick so close to the action if he doesn't have the dodge skill for it..."

Jim Jackson:  "Flapjack from Max-O.  Pinfall attempt, but the referee is out. Pantalones counters a backdrop attempt with a kick to the face. Flying elbow from La Máscara Sin Pantalones. Spinning bulldog in the corner, Max-O is down. Cover!"

Brad Blood:  "Good thing the ref has regained consciousness...  At least he has a high constitution rating."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Only a two count there...  Maximus Orgasmus strikes back but his offense is cut short by an uppercut!  Back heel kick off the second rope, Max-O goes down.  Cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Still only a two count!  Our resident porn star is pretty sturdy..."

Jim Jackson:  "La Máscara quickly goes to work...  Max-O reverses a waistlock. Big piledriver on Sin Pantalones.  That shook the ring!  Maximus Orgasmus hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two..."

Brad Blood:  "La Máscara Sin Pantalones kicks out at two!  Max-O gears up to finish him off..."

Jim Jackson:  "Sin Pantalones counters a sleeper hold by turning it into a jaw breaker. La Máscara Sin Pantalones moves in for the kill.  La Máscara Sin Pantalones delivers an axe kick to Maximus Orgasmus and thrusts his lower mask to Maximus Orgasmus' face, finishing with a DDT to execute Estoy Fuera de Frases en Español."

Brad Blood:  "Oh that is just nasty!  La Máscara for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two! Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall...  Campeón humilde y luchador honorable de México...  LA MÁSCARA SIN PANTALONES!"

Jim Jackson:  "La Máscara Sin Pantalones makes quick work of Maximus Orgasmus!"

Brad Blood:  "Max-O is used to shoving his thing on other people's face, I wonder how he felt having someone else's thing shoved in his?"








Jim Jackson:  "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a great night in RoC for tonight we present to the world RoC's first iPPV special...  ANARCHY!  That's right, tonight, we have more excitement, more wrestling...  MORE CHAOS!  Not only are all the RoC titles are on the line tonight but we have great undercard matches including the much awaited five versus five survivor match between Team Melchiott and Team Troy...  A match which will affect the future of Ring of Chaos!  Joining me on the announce table tonight is my partner in crime Brad Blood!"

Brad Blood:  "That's right Jim, tonight's match is one that will shake RoC in it's core, I'm already salivating here just thinking of the action that will happen tonight!  In fact I think we should get the show rolling, the fans are certainly getting impatient here."

Jim Jackson:  "Can't argue with you there Brad, before the fans riot, let's begin with RoC Anarchy!  IT'S TIME FOR ANARCHY TO REIGN SUPREME!"






"Chaos Reigns" by Trivium starts playing on the loud speakers as pyros set off at the top of the entrance ramp. As the the smoke clears, the familiar figure of Lee Morrison, Ring of Chaos' general manager steps out through the smoke and makes his way down to the ring. He grabs a mic and leaps up to the ring apron to the cheers from the crowd.  Adjusting his tie, Lee Morrison addresses the excited crowd as Ring of Chaos' first iPPV Anarchy officially kicks off.

Lee Morrison:  "Good evening all and thank you for the warm welcome!  Tonight is a very special night as we kick off with RoC's first iPPV Anarchy!"

The crowd cheers loudly...

Lee Morrison:  "Now I will keep this short as I know you all are excited as am I for what's in store in the show tonight.  It was over a year ago that I started this promotion with one goal in mind...  To put out the best damn wrestling show in the planet!  Now one year five months later, I can proudly tell you all that WE FUCKING DID IT!  With a great roster that is still expanding and great wrestling, we are definitely one of the top promotions to watch in the world of professional wrestling."

The crowd again erupts in cheers.

Lee Morrison:  "And tonight, we shall again raise the bar as we present Anarchy!  This show  is our thanks to you the fans for all the support you've shown us in the past year and five months...  This is our way to pay back the love you've given us!  So without further ado...  Let's get this show rolling!  LET ANARCHY COMMENCE!"

The crowd begins to cheer again as Lee Morrison exits the ring and "Chaos" by Trivium begins to play once more.






the feed cuts to a camera in the back, a figure sits staring at the camera while wearing a dark denim vest and a metallic mask.

???: "Hello again. It's been a while."

the man takes of the mask revealing himself to be The Daring One. he holds the mask in his hand at he looks at it and continues to talk.

Daring One: "We as human tend to craft our own masks, Whether to hide our intentions or protect us. I was so focusing on mine I didn't notice the intentions of the cracking mask that stood beside me."

Daring laughs for a second while shaking his head.

Daring One "As much as I want to shout betrayal. Knowing the kind of guy Crusade was or should say is. I can't say he was ever really loyal to begin with. That's fine too if that's the way he want's to live life but eventually those demons come for you. I think it's time I start over. A new mask, a new outlook on life. However to do that I have to purge my past and crusade you're a part of that past. Tonight I will rise from the ash like a phoenix and everyone else will see what happens when you cause those talons to sharpen.

The Daring one puts back on the mask before shutting off the camera ending the feed.






VS

Jim Jackson:  "The Daring One returns tonight to settle a score with the man who put him on the shelf...  Crusade...  Now Crusade has a contract dispute but was able to work out an appearance tonight here in RoC for this match.  It seems that he still has some beef with The Daring One and wants to put the nail in the coffin so to speak."

Brad Blood:  "Well remember though, Crusade not only screwed The Daring One but also screwed Colton Charles Cai Cobb...  His appearance here tonight has been kept mum to avoid any problems it may cause with C4...  Hopefully this match can go on without much incident."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from The Holy Land...  The Chosen One...  CRUSADE!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from London, Ontario, Canada...  THE DARING ONE!"

"Operate, Annihilate" plays over the P.A as The Daring One comes out a strikes a pose as the music picks up he walks down to the ring and shouts at the fans, he gets on the turnbuckle and flips off the crowd before doing a backflip off and waits in the corner.

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!  The Chosen One snapmares The Daring One. The Daring One blocks a suplex attempt. The Daring One hits some punches. The Daring One whips Crusade into the turnbuckles...  and the referee gets sandwiched! Side suplex from The Daring One. He hooks the leg, but there's no referee to make the count."

Brad Blood:  "We should really give a crash course on dodging to our referees..."

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade powers out of a headlock. The Daring One takes a chop from The Chosen One. Crusade hits a missile dropkick on The Daring One.  Cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "Just a one count there...  Crusade goes high risk...  Diving headbutt from The Chosen One!  He hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Kick out at two!  Crusade goes on the offensive...  The Daring One blocks a right hand and fires back. Hard slam by The Daring One.  Leg drop for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Looks like The Daring One is going for a submission attempt..."

Jim Jackson:  "The Chosen One counters an arm wringer with an elbow to the side of the head.  The Daring One with a spinning neckbreaker on Crusade. Hard slam by The Daring One.  Elbow drop to the chest!  The Daring One hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Still only a two count!  Irish whip sends Crusade to the corner!  The Daring One charges...  Crusade counters an avalanche with a raised foot to the face. Kick from Crusade to the leg. The Daring One takes a knee lift from Crusade!  The Daring One staggers back, Crusade quickly rolls him up!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Kick out at two by The Daring One!  Crusade goes high risk again... Diving headbutt from The Chosen One misses by a country mile!  The Daring One rolls out of the way at the last second!  The Daring One pummels Crusade with some strikes...  Crusade catches his arm and proceeds to lock in a kimura lock!  The Daring One wrenches free!"

Brad Blood:  "Face crusher from Crusade on The Daring One. Irish whip sends The Daring One to the ropes...  He counters a back body drop attempt with a kick to the face stunning Crusade. Spear by The Daring One. Cover! "

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade gets a shoulder up at two!  He staggers to his feet...  The Chosen One walks into a side choke slam.  Crusade crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up...   The Daring One catches him from behind and lifts him up...  Fallaway slam by The Daring One. Stiff chop lights up The Chosen One. Crusade hits a right hand out of nowhere then hits an arm drag on The Daring One. Crusade face jams The Daring One.  Crusade goes in for the kill but The Daring One recovers and connects with stiff chops lighting up Crusade's chest.  The Daring One slams Crusade. Delayed hangman's neckbreaker on Crusade by The Daring One. Crusade somehow pulls himself back up to his feet but a big clothesline takes him down again. Irish whip sends The Chosen One to the corner but he somehow counters an avalanche with a raised foot to the face. The Daring One takes a chop from Crusade sending him reeling...  Irish whip sends The Daring One to the corner! Crusade with a running dropkick into the corner connects!"

Brad Blood:  "The Daring One staggers around before collapsing to the canvas!  Crusade goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade pulls The Daring One up...  Crusade hits The Daring One with a low dropkick to the knee! Before The Daring One can get up Crusade steps up onto The Daring One's knee and delivers an axe kick directly to The Daring One's forehead executing a skull-jarring Genesis!  The Daring One goes down!  Crusade for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "The Daring One hangs in there!  Irish whip sends The Daring One to the ropes!  The Daring One ducks a clothesline attempt and counters with a dropkick!  Crusade gets back to his feet and walks into a powerslam from The Daring One.  This match has been going back and forth with neither men getting a clear advantage!  Side suplex from The Daring One!  He goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Crusade staggers to his feet...  The Daring One leaps and locks his legs around Crusade's head spinning him around for two full rotations before sending him sprawling to the canvas executing a nauseating Weeeeeeeee!  The Daring One hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Crusade kicks out at two!  The Daring One looks shocked but quickly recovers."

Jim Jackson:  "The Chosen One back body drops The Daring One out of a piledriver attempt. Crusade hits a back kick sending The Daring One reeling. Crusade gets taken down out of nowhere with a superkick!  Fallaway slam by The Daring One. The Daring One has Crusade down on the canvas..."

Brad Blood:  "The Daring One is signalling for his finisher!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Daring One hits a backstabber on Crusade before transitioning into a stranglehold where the victim is choked out with his own arms...  STRANGLEHOLD LUNGBLOWER IS LOCKED IN!  CRUSADE HAS NOWHERE TO GO!!!"

Brad Blood:  "Will Crusade submit or will he pass out?!"

Jim Jackson:  "CRUSADE SUBMITS!!!  THE DARING ONE WINS THIS ONE!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission...  THE DARING ONE!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Daring One wins this match at gets his revenge on Crusade!  Wait!  Who's that running into the ring?!  IT'S COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB!   HE HAS A CHAIR WITH HIM!  He signals for The Daring One to hold Crusade up..."

WHACK!!!

Brad Blood:  "OH!!!  C4 just made Crusade eat some steel!  C4 continues to smack away at Crusade until he's a bloody mess!  Looks like C4 also got the revenge he wanted out of Crusade...  That's what you get if you backstab your tag team partners...  Karma's a bitch! What a way to kick off the night..."



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Re: Anarchy 01/24/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 25, 2016 5:36 am



The scene opens in the gym where Christy Chase and Bob Bobbie just finished their training...

Christy Chase: "It looks like tonight we get our chance to fight Berry Sawyer and Edmundo Alejandro Serrano when we win our match tonight against Haruki Inoki... I don't know what Inoki did to piss off Marcus Troy but this is a chance we cannot let pass... I may feel sorry for him but we have to do what we have to do..."

Chase hands a towel to her partner...


Bob Bobbie takes the towel from Christy and nods in agreement.

Bob Bobbie: "Yes, we shouldn't waste this opportunity... Haruki Inoki just had the bad luck of crossing Troy... This is just business, nothing personal... Tonight, even though it may seem unfair, we shall use this handicap to our advantage, we can apologize to Haruki Inoki later on when we finally get our revenge on Sawyer and Serrano... C'mon, it's almost time for our match, we better get going."

Bob Bobbie grabs his bag and opens the gym door holding it open for his partner. Christy Chase exits the gym and Bobbie quickly follows as the screen fade.






Brad Blood: "Before we go on, we would like to thank our sponsor for tonight... Introducing the newest energy drink to hit the market!"

Jim Jackson: "Oh for god's sake..."



Brad Blood: "EREKTUS! Guarana energy! Guaranteed to keep it up all night and keep you going and going and going and going and going and going.."

Jim Jackson: "We get the picture Brad, now let's get on with the show!"






Pacing around the curtains to the main entrance with the Kendo Stick rested on his shoulder is Haruki Inoki.

Haruki Inoki: "There are many things that the RoC audience doesn't know about me. All they know so far is my name and that I am the Kempo King. But what people don't know is my life in Japan. I have dealt with people more powerful than me. They tried to do what Marcus Troy is doing right now and guess what... They failed."

He points the Kendo Stick to the camera.

Haruki Inoki: "Marcus Troy, had found himself two geeks willing to fight his battles for him. It won't take me long to knock those two down. And after that I'm coming for you and your monster Entropy, I don't care how big or dominate he is right now. I will knock him down and I'll make both of you bow down to the Kempo King and say Subete wa kenpō-ō hyō! All Hail the KEMPO KING!!!"

He steps through the curtains for his handicap match.






Standing outside the locker room labeled "Team Troy", The Charismatic Crippler Colton Charles Cai Cobb is in deep thought. Should he or should he not enter? Should he or should he not accept Marcus Troy's offer? He knows Troy's reputation, he knows it so well that every cell in his body tells him that to trust the man would be more dangerous than when he trusted his old tag partner Crusade. But this ain't an alliance based on trust, this is an alliance based on both parties knowing they can use each other for their benefit. Nothing more, nothing less, C4 will use Troy just as Troy will use him, a fair trade and after tonight, after both men get what they want... They need not see each other again.

Taking a deep breath Colton Charles Cai Cobb reaches out and grasps the door knob giving it a twist.


Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "Let's do this!"

C4 muttered to no one in particular as he pushes the door open and enters it as the scene slowly fade to black.






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VS



Jim Jackson: "Coming up next is a handicap match between Beauty & the Geek and Haruki Inoki!"

Brad Blood: "Haruki Inoki was offered a spot in Marcus Troy's team but not only did he not accept it, he insulted Marcus Troy too! The result, he is now in this match where the odds are stacked against him."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a 2 on 1 handicap match scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, standing at 6 foot 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, at a combined weight of 310 pounds, The team of Bob Bobbie and Christy Chase ... BEAUTY & 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: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Nimble! IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"

DING!

Jim Jackson: "Oh! Bob just got wrecked by a spinning back hand. He is out on his feet! Chase tries to enter the ring but Inoki stops her in her tracks with a well placed knee to the side of the head."

Brad Blood: "Ooh, Haruki just knocked Chase off the apron to the outside!"

Jim Jackson: "He turns his attention back to Bobbie. Inoki grabs his arms and crosses them pulling him crouching him to his side, where he's got him up in a Gory Special like hold, He luck pulls him forward flipping Bob into a slam. Haruki Inoki grabs Bob Bobbie's arms and crosses them pulling him crouching him to his side, where he picks Bob Bobbie up in a Gory Special like hold, he pulls him forward flipping him into a slam executing a devastating Crowned!"

Brad Blood: "What the heck?! That was fast! Haruki for the cover!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... The Kempo King... HARUKI INOKI"

Jim Jackson: "Haruki Inoki makes quick work of Beauty & the Geek!"

Brad Blood: "Quick work is an understatement... I didn't even get to blink and it's over! And looks like Haruki is going after Entropy and Marcus Troy next!"



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Re: Anarchy 01/24/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 25, 2016 5:46 am



"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers as Thaddeus Rex comes out from the back. An air of intense rage surrounds him silencing the usual booing that greets him whenever he enters the ring. He grabs a mic and leaps into the ring and begins to speak.

Thaddeus Rex: "Don't worry, I'll keep this short."

Despite his reassurance, the crowd is still wary of the 60 year-old ex-con.

Thaddeus Rex: "Jack Johnson... Remember that name, for it is the name of the man that I shall be putting down tonight. Just like an unwanted mongrel, Jack shall be euthanize as I end the career of another legend in wrestling just like how I ended Shogun's career."

Thaddeus Rex pauses for a moment as his anger made his fist shake...

Thaddeus Rex: "Jack is a name very much known in fairy tales, a hero who brought down a giant and live happily ever after... But tonight, Jack will not be a hero... Tonight, Jack's fairy tale will end... There is no happily ever after for Jack, only humiliation, defeat and regret."

T-Rex begins to chuckle...

Thaddeus Rex: "Yes, he shall regret the day he meddled in my affairs because tonight Jack may be nimble, Jack may be quick, but he's still gonna get a fucking candlestick shoved up his ass! Be prepared to be retired permanently Jack Johnson, because whether you like it or not, this is the only route that this story shall take."

With that T-Rex throws the mic down on the canvas and exits the ring as "Carnivore" by Starset begins to play once more on the loud speakers.






Brad Blood: "Are you Chinese, Jewish and thirsty?!"

Jim Jackson: "What the hell are you talkin..."



Brad Blood: "Well fret no more! Introducing THE JEW'S EAR JUICE, the new drink that shall quench your thirst! Made from quality Jewish ears selected from Changbai Mountains, this new drink shall guarantee to tickle your taste buds as it tackle you thirst problem! The Jew's Ear Juice, available now in your local groceries!"

Jim Jackson: "I don't even... Sigh..."






Our cameramen follows Rafik Arfah as he is working out. Rafik is seen doing leg extensions with 150 lbs. His quads and calves are looking thick as hell. Rafik finishes his set and walks up to the cameraman.

Rafik Arfah: What? I'm in the middle of working out here.. hashtag clanging and banging and all that."

Cameraman: "Our producers sent me here to get footage of you preparing for your match and stuff..."

Rafik rolls his eyes.

Rafik Arfah: "You can film me workout.."

Rafik prepares to do his next set of dumbbell presses with 20 kgs.

Cameraman: "20 kg? Come on."

Rafik stares at the camerman with an intense look.

Rafik Arfah: "Who the fuck are you to tell me what's decent weight or not? Look at ya you little skinnyfat DYEL beta male. Have you ever lifted a weight in your life?"

Camerman lowers his head in shame.

Rafik Arfah: "I don't lift heavy because the match tonight is gonna be one hell of a slobberknocker brawl. And the last thing I want is being another wrestler injured that vacates his title. So shut up and keep watching."

Rafik finishes his sets and gets a drink of water from the water cooler.

Rafik Arfah: "I have a feeling you won't leave me alone until I give you a five minute long chain of thoughts about the upcoming match. So let's get this over with."

Rafik wipes his sweat with a towel.

Rafik Arfah: "Wanna know how I feel about the match? I'm fucking pumped. I'm excited. I'm proud. I can't tell you how long it's been since I properly held and defended a title. So you know that tonight I'm giving it a 220% percent. And I know Gus feels the same. We are not taking this lightly.. those Southern Gents? Fellas got some mad ability. But they're no Slayers. I have been here for almost a full year now, and in that year I learned so much. I learned how to adapt. I know almost every style you can come at me with. So I hope you boys watched your tapes and DVDs."

Rafik Arfah stops and looks at his ROC tag title that is placed near by.

Rafik Arfah: "And Solomon Jake won't help you get this win, lads. Even if he tries all the classic manager distraction tricks in the book, it's will do no good. I learned them all in the time I spent here. Only way to beat us is pure skill. And we will see if you have that tonight. In conclusion, I will do what I do best tonight. And that is go out, ignite the crowd and kick a whole lot of asses around this arena."

Rafik places his title over his shoulder.

Rafik Arfah: "I'm done here. Now scram."

Rafik Arfah turns his back to the camera as it cuts back to the arena for the next match.



VS

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex has targeted Jack Johnson for a while now after Johnson interfered and saved a referee from getting a beat-down. Tonight, it seems that their feud has come full circle."

Brad Blood: "Hell yeah! A No Holds Barred Match! Anything goes! No rules! This will be awesome!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a No Holds Barred Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 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 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 charge at each other with weapons! Thaddeus Rex with a length of chain while Jack Johnson with a steel bat! T-Rex whips the chain around dangerously as Johnson keeps his distance waiting for an opening. Rex goes for a big swing, Johnson times it right and catches the chain with his bat! The chain wraps around the bat and Jack Johnson wrenches T-Rex's weapon away!"

Brad Blood: "That's bad news for T-Rex, Jack Johnson lunges forward with the bat, a big swing by Johnson but T-Rex ducks and rolls! He has Johnson's back! Back suplex! Surprising burst of speed from T-Rex. Rex begins to work on Jack mounting him and throwing down punches."

Jim Jackson: "Jack Johnson manages to block the punches and pushes T-Rex away! Johnson rolls out of the ring before Thaddeus Rex can grab him. Rex follows Johnson out of the ring and eats a steel chair shot to the head! Another steel chair shot to the gut then to the back downs Thaddeus Rex. Jack Johnson grabs Rex and throws him back into the ring. Johnson looks under the apron and pulls out a table!"

Brad Blood: "Jack means business, T-Rex has been a thorn in his side for weeks now and tonight he wants to put T-Rex through a lot of pain, which would include putting him through that table! Johnson sets the table up and tucks the chair under the table... He picks Rex up on his shoulders and runs towards the table... RUNNING POWERBOMB INTO THE TABLE AND STEEL CHAIR!!!"

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

Brad Blood: "Is this enough? Johnson hooks the leg!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Amazing! T-Rex kicks out at two! How he is able to do so I don't know, and apparently Jack Johnson also doesn't. Johnson grabs Thaddeus Rex and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip, clothesline takes Rex down. Big leg drop on Rex. Johnson grabs the steel bat, he poises for an overhead strike... Rex manages to roll away at the last second! Johnson chases after him but T-Rex rolls out of the apron. Johnson swings the bat, Rex dodges and hits a jawbreaker on the apron bringing Johnson's neck down on the top rope!"

Brad Blood: "T-Rex goes for a weapon and finds a shinai, a bamboo sword! Rex enters the ring... He aims stalks Jack and hits him with the shinai right on the head! Rex proceeds to turn Johnson's back raw red with shinai strikes! Oh man, those are gonna leave a mark! Johnson screams in pain with each strike!"

Jim Jackson: "Now T-Rex is using the shinai to choke Jack Johnson! Thaddeus Rex is no stranger to brutality and he is showing us how brutal he can go to win tonight. Rex finally lets Jack gets some breath but begins to pound his head into the canvas. T-Rex exits the ring and looks for another weapon... This time he finds some cinder blocks! He pushes a couple of cinder blocks into the ring and proceeds to set them up stacking them on top of each other."

Brad Blood: "This is the mean streak T-Rex is famous for... He picks Jack up by the legs... ALABAMA SLAM INTO THE CINDER BLOCKS! This can't be good for Johnson."

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

Brad Blood: "T-Rex for the cover."

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

Jim Jackson: "And now it's Thaddeus Rex's turn to be shocked. Jack Johnson somehow gets his shoulder up at two. T-Rex grabs the dented chair he was put through earlier and proceeds to wedge it in the corner... He pulls Johnson up and Irish whips him towards the steel chair... Johnson somehow stops himself before hitting the corner! T-Rex charges in, back elbow by Johnson stuns him! T-Rex stumbles around... Right into Jack Johnson's arms... SPINEBUSTER! Johnson for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "T-Rex gets a shoulder up! Johnson grabs the steel chain and loops it around T-Rex's neck... Wait! Rex managed to get his wrist between the chain and his neck, that's the only thing preventing Johnson from choking the hell out of him! T-Rex slowly rises back to his feet along with Jack still trying to choke him out with the chain... He backs Johnson into the steel chair in the corner! Jack's grip loosens! Rex pulls the chain from around his neck..."

Jim Jackson: "Jack Johnson throws a big right but Thaddeus Rex catches his arm! Johnson throws a left... T-Rex also catches his left arm! 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. Jack Johnson stumbles around right back into T-Rex's arms... Rex plants him with a DDT! Thaddeus Rex for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Johnson still manages to get his shoulders up! T-Rex takes a breather before slipping out the ring... He grabs a steel trash can and throws it into the ring. Grabbing the trashcan lid he slams it first into Johnson's back. He then grabs Johnson... Body slam into the steel trash can! He goes for the cover."

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

Jim Jackson: "Still no cigar! Jack Johnson still manages to get a shoulder up. Thaddeus Rex just can't seem to put Jack away. T-Rex pulls Johnson up but an elbow to the gut stops T-Rex... Johnson slips behind him... German suplex! Johnson is not letting go! Another German suplex and another! Jack Johnson just took T-Rex out with rolling German suplexes! Johnson scrambles for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "No! T-Rex is able to get a shoulder up! It is evident those rolling Germans took a lot out of Jack too as he is still not getting up."

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex finally pushes Jack Johnson off him and crawls towards the ropes... He begins to pull himself up. Johnson somehow rises to his knees... He spots T-Rex... Three-point stance charge! He takes himself and Thaddeus Rex through the ropes and both wrestlers crash outside!"

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

Brad Blood: "The crowd may think it's awesome but those two wrestlers are feeling everything but awesome. Right now both men look spent as even getting back to their feet is a major struggle. Jack begins to use the steel railings to pull himself up while T-Rex crawls towards the steel steps."

Jim Jackson: "Jack Johnson charges towards T-Rex... Thaddeus Rex ducks down at the last moment and sends Jack flying with a back body drop right unto the steel steps! That totally backfired for Johnson."

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

Brad Blood: "Their bodies will be feeling the brunt of the match when they wake up tomorrow... IF they wake up tomorrow. At the rate they are going, it would be a miracle if they will still be able to move come the morrow. T-Rex drags Jack back into the ring."

Jim Jackson: "Thaddeus Rex lifts Jack Johnson up on his shoulders... He stumbles a bit but manages to regain his balance... Fall-away slam! T-Rex hooks the leg... Is this enough to put Johnson away?"

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

Brad Blood: "Jack still manages to kick out, he is hanging in there with a thread! The question is how much longer can Jack Johnson still hang on... Then again, T-Rex is not looking good either. This match is definitely reaching it's end... Both men have almost nothing left in them."

Jim Jackson: "As if on cue both men slowly struggle back to their feet. They stagger towards each other in the middle of the ring... They begin trading punches! Each blow could be their last as both men put their weight into every punch they throw! Jack Johnson strikes first... Thaddeus Rex reels back and fires back with a huge right of his own! Johnson takes it and returns with his own right! T-Rex staggers back and into the ropes... Johnson goes for the kill... WAIT! A big haymaker from T-Rex connects sending Jack Johnson to the mat!"

Brad Blood: "Wait! Look at T-Rex's hand! He's using a brass knuckle! He must have pulled one out when he staggered to the ropes and it's legal!"

Jim Jackson: "Jack Johnson pulls himself up back to his feet somehow... 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! Jack Johnson looks like he's out!"

Brad Blood: "T-Rex goes for the cover! Is this it?"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall... T-Rex... THADDEUS REX!"

Jim Jackson: "And Thaddeus Rex wins the match after a brutal showing by both wrestlers! T-Rex slumps to the canvas as EMTs rush into the ring to check on both men. Looks like no one is walking out of the ring."

Brad Blood: "Seems like it Jim, both men may have ended their careers with tonight's match..."



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Re: Anarchy 01/24/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 25, 2016 6:08 am



The scene opens to Alexander Melchiott standing in his locker room with Nao Fook Yu and Samuel Hovac.  Melchiott smiles as he ruffles the pink fur fluff that lines his coat.

Alexander Melchiott: "Troy, it is time.  It is time to finally put your little uprising to bed.  I have seen the little team you've put together, and I have to admit, that some of those pawns look intimidating.  But, in the end, they are simply pawns and will be taken.  After this delightful soiree, you will be out of power and out of luck."

Melchiott giggles at the prospect.

Alexander Melchiott: "Oh Troy, you'll have to tell me how it feels to be completely and utterly crushed.  I would love to hear you humbled and broken before me!  You've really considered yourself superior to me?  You're not even my equal!  I'm a radiant star while you are nothing more than a neutron star surrounded by your own wasted air.  Tonight will not even be a true match as your minions are cut down before you.  Once they are dispatched, what will you do?  Time is ticking, Marcus..."

Suddenly looking annoyed, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "It is slightly bothersome that we've had to wait this long for our encounter... and it is disappointing that my opponent has to resort to hiding behind anyone foolish enough to stand before him.  Well, my team has its strategy in place; we all know what our roles in this upcoming slaughter will be.  Can you say the same for your troop, Marcus?  So many egos seem to be gathered together in one place... are you sure that your team won't simply implode?"

Giving another laugh, Melchiott turns and looks at Hovac and Nao Fook Yu.

Alexander Melchiott: "Tonight is the start of our future!  Once these pests have been removed, we can pursue our individual ambitions.  Is there anything you two would like to say before we head out to our prophesied victory?"


Nao Fook Yu:  "Say?  No...  I don't need to say anything...  I just expect to be rewarded accordingly once we beat Troy and his dogs."

Nao Fook Yu looks at her team mates...  And notices that Lokii Weaver and Charlotte Sable are missing.

Nao Fook Yu:  "I do see that our group seems a little thinner...  Seems like you are missing a couple of heads here, don't tell me Lokii and Charlotte jumped ship...  Like rats abandoning a sinking ship perhaps?"

Fook Yu's gaze once again returns to Melchiott.

Nao Fook Yu:  "Don't worry, I'm not one to renege on my word once it's given.  The way I see it, better be rid of dead weight rather than carry them around, I just hope you have a contingency for this..."

Nao Fook Yu waits for Melchiott to reply.


Melchiott covers a laugh with a hand as Hovac merely stares at Nao Fook Yu.

Alexander Melchiott: "Lokii and Charlotte were merely a distraction!  Their recruitment was nothing more than a ploy to confuse Marcus Troy's team.  Don't worry, our real teammates should be arriving shortly."

Melchiott turns his back to Nao Fook Yu, smiling at his own genius strategy.  Nao Fook Yu gives Melchiott's back a questioning look while Hovac's face remains emotionless.


After a few moments, the door to the locker room swings open as Lucas Christiansen lets himself in.

Lucas Christiansen: "My apologies for being late.  I trust that we'll all be all on the same page tonight?"

Lucas looks over Nao Fook Yu, who he seemingly directed that question to.

Lucas Christiansen: "Well, despite the lack of experience when it comes to working as a unit, we'll simply have to make due.  We don't need a team tonight, five individually good wrestlers will suffice.  I have a suspicion that Troy's team will hardly be a well-oiled machine."

Hovac, surprisingly, gives Lucas a look as if to ask "why are you with us?".  Reading the look, Lucas answers the unspoken question.

Lucas Christiansen: "I've been inactive in Ring of Chaos for a while now -- after all, I'm considering retirement -- so it's understandable why you would be interested in why I am here.  Well, simply put, I suppose I owe Melchiott a favor.  He brought me in to Ring of Chaos and helped me get some revenge on Edmundo Alejandro Serrano and Berry Sawyer.  He's also given my daughter a job and allowed her to begin to find her place in this sport.  I also dislike Marcus Troy as a person, so when Melchiott approached me for this match, it was quite an easy decision to make."

Looking around, Lucas takes note of the missing body.

Lucas Christiansen: "I arrived late, yet we are still missing someone.  I doubt that you would allow yourself to be at a disadvantage, so where is this fellow?"


At that moment, as if to answer Lucas, the door again opens as a suprise enters the room. The man in question is tall and well-built. Melchiott turns to look at the new guest, smiling a rather devilish smile upon seeing him.

Ethan O'Reilly: "My name is Ethan O'Reilly. I'm the final member of this team."

Lucas looks a bit surprised at the timing of Ethan's entrance, but nods at the statement.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Melchiott here has offered me a deal to compete in Ring of Chaos for one night -- tonight. I have no interest in this place, but as his friend, I came here to help him win this match. I don't care who you two are, I don't care what you think you can do, and I don't care about your stories."

Ethan gestures at both Nao Fook Yu and Samuel Hovac as he says that.

Ethan O'Reilly: "I know Melchiott and Christiansen can handle themselves out there. As far as I'm concerned, this is a three on five match. If you two pull your own weight, then I'll be pleasently surprised."

Despite getting a mean look from Hovac, Ethan turns to face both Melchiott and Christiansen, turning his back towards the other two members of the team.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Troy's team isn't anything to worry about. He's got a ragtag group of individuals who aren't on our level. We know what we're doing out there, so let's get this over with. Marcus Troy is done -- his team is overmatched. Between my brawn, Christiansen's skill, and your brains Melchiott, there's nothing his boys can do."

Ethan gives his teammates a smug look as he deems the contest to already be won.






It could have been a scene from a horror film, a dark parking lot with most of the lights turned off.  The few lights that on are very dim or flickering.  Marcus Troy stands waiting with most of his form hidden by the embrace of the darkness.  The vice general manager of Ring of Chaos is talking on the phone while clearly waiting for someone to arrive.

Marcus Troy:  "Listen here you two, I was the one who brought you both in so I expect that tonight you'll be on MY team.  Now I expect both of you to be present in the locker room assigned to my team by the time I get there.  I am just waiting for our last team member to arrive, understand?   You both owe me and I expect that you will pay your dues."

Marcus Troy ends the call and pulls his sleeves up, the face of his watch reflects what little light there is as he checks for the time.  It was then a cab rolled into view, its headlights shining brightly, piercing through the shadows.   The cab screeches to a halt beside the vice-general manager of Ring of Chaos.  Troy smiles as he looks through the tinted window and recognizes the person inside.  As the door swings open, Marcus Troy begins to talk.

Marcus Troy:  "It's good to see you back and have you on my team.  I know we've had our differences in the past but I am elated we can put this behind us.  I'm sure you're itching to warm-up for the match tonight so why don't you let me help you settle back in again?"

Marcus Troy gestures and the seemingly materializing from the shadows, the hulking form of Entropy steps forward.

Marcus Troy:  "Come help carry your teammate's bag."

Entropy reached into the popped trunk and pulls out a big gym bag.

Marcus Troy:  "Now then, you should get acquainted with your other team members and do some planning.  Alexander Melchiott is a formidable foe and we must be prepared for all eventualities..."

The scene zooms out as a hooded figure steps out of the cab and the scene slowly fades to black.






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Jim Jackson:  "Coming up next, the match that could shake the core of RoC, the power struggle between Alexander Melchiott and Marcus Troy has come full circle as tonight both men with their respective teams shall battle it out to see who shall remain in power.  Tonight, a god shall fall, will it be Alexander Melchiott or will it be Marcus Troy?"

Brad Blood:  "Well whoever loses tonight will be screwed big time...  Honestly I'd go for Alexander, he's the lesser evil."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a Five Versus Five Survivor Tag Elimination Match!  Introducing first, the team of Alexander Melchiott, Ethan O'Reilly, Lucas Christiansen, Nao Fook Yu and Samuel Hovac...  TEAM MELCHIOTT!"

All five members of Team Melchiott come out from the back and make their way to the ring.

Brad Blood:  "Ethan O'Reilly?  Wow!  Alexander Melchiott must have good connections, he's one of the most desired wrestlers in the indie scene.  It's almost impossible to book him, that and he prefers to fight in small promotions honing his craft."

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, accompanied by Marcus Troy, the team of Capt. Sebastian Wolfe, Colton Charles Cai Cobb, Entropy, Nao Fook Mi and Vilkas Whitemane...  TEAM TROY!"

All five members of Team Troy led by Marcus Troy make their way to the ring.

Brad Blood:  "Nao Fook Mi?!  Marcus Troy must have offered her her job back!  This is insane!  Look at the face of Nao Fook Yu, it seems that this sister is not happy with this reunion."

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! It looks like Nao Fook Mi is going to start for Troy's team. Melchiott's team is bickering about who will start, as Nao Fook Yu, Hovac, and Ethan all vie to start. Melchiott calmly tells them all that he's the captain so he'll start. As his partners exit to the apron, Melchiott turns right into a superkick from Nao Fook Mi! Nao Fook Mi hooks both legs!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Alexander Melchiott has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood: "Wow! Troy's team has the early man advantage after a shocking elimination!"

Jim Jackson: "Melchiott's come to and slams his fists on the mat in outrage! He can't believe it! The referee manages to get Melchiott out of the ring after a few moments. Melchiott turns his back to the ring and pouts as Nao Fook Yu enters the ring. Nao Fook Yu locks up with her sister, but Nao Fook Mi quickly gets the arm wringer. Dragging her sister to the corner, Nao Fook Mi tags in Sebastian Wolfe."

Brad Blood: "Sebastian enters the ring, but Nao Fook Yu slips away from her sister. As Nao Fook Mi exits the ring, Sebastian gives her a cold look for failing to hold Nao Fook Yu for the double team."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu takes the opportunity presented by this slight distraction and quickly hits Sebastian with a forearm before going to town with more shots to the side of the head! She pushes Wolfe into his corner, but Vilkas tags in! Nao Fook Yu doesn't see him enter until he punches her right in the ribs!"

Brad Blood: "Sebastian flips his hair back and smiles before casually exiting the ring. Nao Fook Yu might be in big trouble here."

Jim Jackson: "Vilkas lifts Nao Fook Yu and drives her to the mat with a powerslam. Vilkas pulls Nao Fook Yu up by her hair before kneeing her in the temple. Lifting her onto a shoulder, Vilkas runs and slams her back-first into the turnbuckle! Pushing her onto the top rope, Vilkas quickly grabs her into position for the crucifix powerbomb, but Nao Fook Yu manages to wiggle free!"

Brad Blood: "She slipped free as he was walking towards the center of the ring! Had Vilkas not wasted time, he might have been able to hit the Ride of the Valkyries."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu quickly connects with a few kicks to the side of the leg, but Vilkas looks unphased as he grabs her by the throat and pushes her into the corner. Vilkas holds the choke, putting his full weight behind it as the referee counts. Vilkas releases the choke at the count of four before dragging Nao Fook Yu to his corner. Vilkas tags in Sebastian. Vilkas exposes Nao Fook Yu's ribs for a big kick from Sebastian."

Brad Blood: "Nao Fook Yu is on her knees, but Sebastian pulls her to her feet before tagging Vilkas back in!"

Jim Jackson: "Sebastian now exposes the ribs, allowing Vilkas to hit Nao Fook Yu in the ribs with a big punch! Vilkas tags Sebastian back in and holds Nao Fook Yu as Sebastian climbs to the top... Sebastian goes for the double-axe-handle, but Nao Fook Yu slips free! Sebastian just nailed Vilkas!"

Brad Blood: "What a miscue!"

Jim Jackson: "Sebastian charges right into an arm drag from Nao Fook Yu. Dropkick sends him into the ropes. Sebastian uses the momentum for a clothesline, but Nao Fook Yu ducks it before connecting with another dropkick that sends Sebastian out of the ring and to the floor! Suicide dive from Nao Fook Yu takes out Sebastian!"

Brad Blood: "The other members of Troy's team look like they want to get invovled, but Melchiott's team is right there and ready to fight. Troy's team backs off as Nao Fook Yu rolls Sebastian back into the ring."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu springboards into the ring for a crossbody, but Sebastian steps out of the way! Sebastian grabs the headlock and drags Nao Fook Yu to the corner for a tag; in comes Colton! Sebastian tosses Nao Fook Yu into Colton who takes the headlock. Colton grinds down on Nao Fook Yu, taunting Team Melchiott as he does so. Nao Fook Yu manages to get to her feet, but Colton grips her by the hair and whips her head into the ground before retaking the headlock."

Brad Blood: "Hahaha! Colton's got full control of this match! I wonder what Melchiott's expression would be if he weren't still pouting?"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Yu again manages to get to her feet and hits Colton in the gut with a few elbows. Breaking free of his grip, Nao Fook Yu puts her shoulder into Colton's gut and drives him back and into the corner. Nao Fook Yu lifts Colton onto the turnbuckle before climbing up as well, but Colton stuns her with a few right hands before lifting her into the air and driving her to the mat with the Super Falcon Arrow! Colton goes for the pin."

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

Brad Blood: "Somehow, Nao Fook Yu manages to kick out just before the three count."

Jim Jackson: "Colton steps towards his corner and tags in Vilkas. Vilkas grabs Nao Fook Yu from behind, but Nao Fook Yu slips free before hitting him with an enziguri. Nao Fook Yu dives and makes the tag to Hovac!"

Brad Blood: "The big gun for Team Melchiott has just entered the match!"

Jim Jackson: "Vilkas charges right into a clothesline from Hovac! Vilkas goes for a punch, but Hovac hits him with a hard headbutt. Hovac grabs Vilkas by the throat, but Vilkas connects with a kick to the gut before pulling Hovac in and suplexing him to the mat. Vilkas looks pleased with himself, but Hovac doesn't look phased as he gets back to his feet! Vilkas turns right into a huge big boot! Sebastian Wolfe has seen enough and enters the ring, but Hovac sees him coming and drops him with a clothesline before tossing him out of the ring. Colton jumps into the ring, but is sent over the ropes by Hovac. Hovac lifts Vilkas into the air with a gorilla press before tossing him over the ropes and onto Wolfe and Colton!"

Brad Blood: "Marcus looks a bit worried as Ethan drops off the mat before grabbing Vilkas and rolling him into the ring."

Jim Jackson: "Hovac grabs Vilkas and lifts him into the suplex. Hovac holds him there, but Vilkas manages to get back down before breaking from Hovac's grasp and pounding on him with forearms to the back. Grabbing Hovac by the head, Vilkas slams his face into the turnbuckle pad before tagging in Colton. As Colton enters the ring, Hovac hits Vilkas with a back elbow before catching C4 with a punch."

Brad Blood: "Hovac begins battering C4 with punch after punch! With C4 hurt, Hovac kicks him in the gut before lifting him into the air with a gutwrench... Hovac holds him there for a second before lifting him into the crucifix powerbomb and driving him into the mat with the Show Stopper! What strength!"

Jim Jackson: "But before Hovac can go for the cover, Entropy hits him from behind! Hovac turns and the two begin exchanging huge blows! Sebastian enters the ring and clubs Hovac from behind, interupting the fight! Sebastian, Vilkas, and Entropy begin attacking Hovac, but Nao Fook Yu and Ethan O'Reilly jump in! Ethan clubs Entropy on the back and begins peppering him with blows as Nao Fook Yu hits both Wolfe and Vilkas with a dropkick! Wolfe charges at Nao Fook Yu, but she ducks him as Lucas hits him above the eye with the Flashpoint! Vilkas runs at Nao Fook Yu, but she backs up before pulling down the ropes, causing him to fall to the outside! Nao Fook Yu slingshots herself over the ropes and down onto Vilkas, but Vilkas catches her! Christian jumps through the ropes and kicks Nao Fook Yu's back, knocking Vilkas to the ground and causing Nao Fook Yu to land on top of him! Christian looks to skin the cat, but Colton knocks him to the floor with a knee to the back of the head!"

Brad Blood: "Lost in all this chaos is that Colton has recovered! Colton bids his time as Ethan and Hovac look to take advantage of Entropy."

Jim Jackson: "Hovac and Ethan whip Entropy into the ropes before knocking him over and to the floor with a double clothesline! Ethan exits the ring and drops with a double-axe-handle onto Entropy. As Ethan and Entropy brawl on the outside, Marcus Troy jumps onto the apron and distracts Hovac. Melchiott comes around the ring, prompting Troy to hop off the apron and beg off! As Melchiott continues to move towards Troy, Colton comes up behind Hovac and rolls him up!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Samuel Hovac has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood: "Another huge elimination! Marcus laughs as Melchiott slams his fists onto the apron and yells at the referee. Hovac looks like he wants to level Colton, but the referee forces him to exit the ring and head to the back."

Jim Jackson: "Ethan enters the ring and drops Colton with a jumping spin kick. Colton gets to his feet, but Ethan grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into a clothesline. Not giving up his grip, Ethan pulls Colton back to his feet before hitting him with another clothesline. Pulling Colton up once again, Ethan decks him with a final clothesline."

Brad Blood: "Colton is looking completely out of it here."

Jim Jackson: "Ethan grabs Colton and tosses him into the corner before running in and crushing him with yet another clothesline! Colton stumbles out of the corner and right into a side slam. Ethan bounces off of the ropes for momentum before dropping a knee right onto Colton's face! Quickly getting back to his feet, Ethan drops a leg across Colton's throat before hooking the leg for the cover."

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

Brad Blood: "Colton pushes Ethan off of him at two. Ethan shrugs before jumping into the air for an elbow drop, but Colton rolls out of the way!"

Jim Jackson: "Colton knees Ethan in the temple for tagging in Vilkas. They hook Ethan up before taking him over and to the mat with a suplex. Vilkas looks for the powerslam, but Ethan drops behind him before hitting the ropes and nearly slicing Vilkas in half with a spear! Ethan tags in Nao Fook Yu. Nao Fook Yu leaps to the second turnbuckle then to the top turnbuckle before leaping off towards Vilkas, driving both her knees into Vilkas's head and smashing it to the ground while admonishing her middle finger executing a shocking Fook You! Nao Fook Yu hooks the leg."

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

Alice Aoi: "Vilkas Whitemane has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood: "And just like that, Vilkas has been eliminated! That was a much needed elimination for Melchiott's team!"

Jim Jackson: "Sebastian enters the ring and catches Nao Fook Yu on the side of the head with a big boot. Grabbing her, Wolfe takes her to the corner before slamming her head against the top pad a few times. Neckbreaker from Wolfe! Wolfe drops a fist onto Nao Fook Yu's face before dropping the elbow onto her chest. Getting back up, Wolfe runs and bounces off the ropes before dropping his elbow across Nao Fook Yu's head. Wolfe hooks the leg."

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

Brad Blood: "Nao Fook Yu kicks out, but she looks dazed after that offensive. Wolfe is smelling blood here."

Jim Jackson: "Wolfe waits for Nao Fook Yu to get to her feet before grabbing her from behind by the waist. He goes to lift her into the air, but Nao Fook Yu manages to counter and roll forward, pulling Wolfe to the mat with the victory roll!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Capt. Sebastian Wolfe has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood: "Nao Fook Yu just took Wolfe out of this match! Wolfe can't believe it! He rolls out of the ring as Colton begins to converse with Troy. Nao Fook Yu waits for the next member of Troy's team to enter the ring, but Wolfe slides in behind her with a steel chair! He slams the chair across her back before rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp and out of harm's way! Colton quickly enters the ring and goes for the pin."

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

Jim Jackson: "And Nao Fook Yu kicks out! Colton looks stunned for a moment before grabbing Nao Fook Yu's waist and hoisting her up onto his shoulder in an overhead gutwrench backbreaker rack. He then sits down and simultaneously flips Nao Fook Yu forwards and downwards, slamming her down to the ground face-first to one side executing an explosive Ground Zero! Colton goes for the cover."

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

Alice Aoi: "Nao Fook Yu has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood: "That's it! She's done. Colton's put an end to the momentum of Melchiott's team."

Jim Jackson:  "C4 tags in Nao Fook Mi just as Lucas Christiansen enters the ring.  Fook Mi uses her speed and slips under a lariat attempt.  Fook Mi off the ropes, springboard crossbody...  Christiansen catches her and counters it into a powerslam!  Fook Mi pulls herself up but Christiansen takes her down with a dragon legscrew.  Lucas works her on the mat and applies an Achilles lock.  Nao Fook Mi struggles and pulls herself to the ropes and gets a rope break.   Lucas lifts Nao Fook Mi onto his shoulders into a torture rack before running forward and falling back, slamming Fook Mi into the mat.  He just nailed the Burning Drop on Fook Mi!  He goes for the cover."

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

Brad Blood:  "Fook Mi manages to get a shoulder up at the last moment.  But this doesn't look good for Fook Yu's sister.   Lucas lifts Nao Fook Mi into a scoop slam before dropping Nao Fook Mi down on her head!  Early Grave!  And it's over for Fook Mi!  Lucas hooks the leg."

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

Alice Aoi: "Nao Fook Mi has been eliminated!"

Jim Jackson:  "Colton Charles Cai Cobb wastes no time, before Lucas Christiansen can react C4 spears him!   Colton Charles Cai Cobb puts his opponent in a front facelock, he then hooks his tights, and lifts him up vertically.  Colton Charles Cai Cobb then jumps up and falls on to his back so that the opponent lands on his head executing a Detonator.  This could be it for Lucas Christiansen!  C4 for the cover."

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

Brad Blood:  "Lucas still manages to hang in there but C4 goes for a submission!  Colton Charles Cai Cobb lies on his opponent's back at a 90° angle, putting all of his weight on the opponent to prevent him from moving.  He then hooks his opponent's arm and pulls it back into his opponent's body executing a Short Fuse."

Jim Jackson:  "Lucas Christiansen is in trouble, he's far from the ropes and he may have no choice but to tap.  Ethan O'Reilly slips into the ring and kicks C4 in the head!  Entropy enters the ring but Ethan quickly slips back out of the squared circle and out of Entropy's reach.  Lucas Christiansen uses the aid Ethan gave him to his advantage as he locks in a stretch plum...  Wait!  C4 powers out of it!  C4 somehow powers out of the submission!"

Brad Blood:  "Impressive feat from C4 but that seems to also have taken a lot out of him.  Both men are back to their feet.  Lucas strikes first but C4 sidesteps!  Colton Charles Cai Cobb knocks his opponent down and sits on his opponent's back. Grabbing both his opponent's arms, Colton Charles Cai Cobb pulls them across his opponents neck in a "X" until his opponent passes out executing an excruciating RDX!  Lucas submits!  Lucas submits!"

Alice Aoi: "Lucas Christiansen has been eliminated!"

Jim Jackson:  "It's now two to one advantage to Troy's team.  Alexander Melchiott is not happy."

Brad Blood:  "Yeah, and just look at the grin on Marcus' face."

Jim Jackson:  "Ethan O'Reilly enters the ring, if The Charismatic Crippler eliminates him Alexander Melchiott days in power is over.  Colton Charles Cai Cobb quickly lunges after Ethan.  Both men begin brawling!  Fists are flying left and right!  Both men are just throwing huge punches trying to knock out the other!  C4 throws a big haymaker, O'Reilly ducks and answers back with an eye poke!"

Brad Blood:  "C4 ducks and the ref catches Ethan's fingers in the eyes!  Ethan uses it to his advantage with a low blow!  C4 is down!   Ehtan O'Reilly lifts Colton Charles Cai Cobb onto his shoulders before twisting and slamming C4 to the mat with a reverse thrown Death Valley Driver executing an Excidio!  He goes for the cover!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "C4 kicks out!  Ethan O'Reilly is in disbelief!  Ehtan O'Reilly climbs the turnbuckle while Colton Charles Cai Cobb is down. He takes a second before swan diving off of the top turnbuckle. At the last moment, O'Reilly flips, landing with his upper back onto C4 executing an Incursio!  O'Reilly for the cover!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb has been eliminated!"

Brad Blood:  "It took a low blow and two finishers to put C4 away!  Melchiott looks like he could breath a little but now comes the monster Entropy."

Jim Jackson:  "Ethan O'Reilly charges in for a spear but looks like he slammed right into a brick wall!  He didn't even move the monster!  O'Reilly throws a big uppercut...  Entropy is still standing unfazed!  Double axe handle by the monster takes Ethan down!  He struggles to his feet...  Entropy lifts his opponent up his shoulders and powerbombs his opponent down the mat, not once, not twice, but three times before pinning him down executing a chaotic Chaos Theorem!"

Brad Blood:  "That shook the ring!  The referee goes to the canvas!"

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

Alice Aoi: "Ethan O'Reilly has been eliminated!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match...  The team of Capt. Sebastian Wolfe, Colton Charles Cai Cobb, Entropy, Nao Fook Mi and Vilkas Whitemane...  TEAM TROY!"

Jim Jackson:  "TEAM TROY WINS THE MATCH!  Alexander Melchiott slumps to the ground, his dreams of power has been wrenched from him!  Marcus Troy laughs as he lights a cigar and celebrates in the ring with his team!  What a win for Marcus Troy."

Brad Blood:  "The question now is, without Melchiott to keep him in check, what will happen to RoC in the future?"






The camera opens up to the locker room to show who? Da da da da! Allister King, as well as the other two, planning for their matches later on in the night.

Allister King: "Sammie, just keep kicking her in the pussy. I believe that the rules of low blow disqualification is negated due to the presence of a vagina. Although that may not be true but we will never know till you try."

Samantha King: "Where the fuck do you come up with all this shit?"

Allister King: "I don't know, maybe i watch too much tv or spend too much time on the internet."

Samantha King: "Or drinking, or drugs, or those weird cartoons you watch."

Allister King: "Hey! You leave anime the fuck out of this, you bloody skank bitch."

Sammie and Shad look at him shocked.

Allister King: "I'm sorry. I just very defensive of my anime."

Shadow takes out the cigarette in his mouth as if he is about to speak but just shrugs his shoulders and takes out a book from his bag and starts reading.

Allister King: ".......OK."

Samantha King: "So what about your title match?"

Allister King: "I have no idea what a Tony Stark match entails but I'm sure I can handle it"

Samantha King: "Wait.... A Tony Stark match? It's an ironman."

Allister King: "That's what I said, Tony stark match."

Samantha King: "Are you making a joke or do you really think it's a match about Tony Stark?"

Allister King: "No comment."

Samantha King: "No! You aren't getting out of this one, do you think it's a comic book match? What do you think it is?"

Allister King: "We wear full suits of armour and do battle."

Samantha King: "Where did you even come up with that bullshit? You have been in an ironman match before. It's a hour long match where you have to get more pinfalls or submission victories than your opponent to win."

Allister King: "So no Tony Stark?"

Samantha King: "No."

Allister King: "But I already bought my armour. I don't think I can return it. Maybe I can wear it for the match."

Samantha King: "Instant disqualification. You have an unfair advantage wearing metal."

Allister King: "I gotta go make a call. Bye."

Allister runs out of the room.

Samantha King: "I think he may be mentally retarded."

Allister runs back in.

Allister King: "Forgot my phone."

He leaves again while Samantha just facepalms and shakes her head as the camera fades to black.






It was busy backstage on the night of Ring of Chaos' first iPPV Anarchy, as the production crew continue their preparation for the matches to come, Julia Rodriguez scans the area for her next interview.  As luck would have it, she spots her potential interviewee, the RoC Women's Champion Lexi Thorne.  Not wasting any time Julia calls out to Lexi Thorne.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Excuse me Lexi!  Can I have a moment of your time?  I promise this won't take long."

An expression of annoyance flashes on the face of the RoC Women's champion but she gestures Julia over.  Not wasting any time the voluptuous backstage interviewer hastily rushes over to begin the interview.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Good evening everyone, we are privileged tonight to be joined by none other than the Ring of Chaos Women's Champion Lexi Thorne!  First of all, thank you for taking a little time out of your busy schedule for..."

Lexi Thorne doesn't let Julia Rodriguez finish and quickly interrupts her.

Lexi Thorne:  "Yes, yes, privileged indeed, now stop wasting time and ask your questions."

Julia swallows hard and quickly proceeds with the questions.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Yes, um...  Two weeks ago, you threw out an open challenge and it was answered by Samantha King, a veteran not only in the RoC roster but in the world of professional wrestling.  Do you have a game plan for an experienced warrior such as Samantha?"

Lexi Thorne:  "Veteran is just a word we use to make the old and passe seem relevant.  Samantha King may have dominated the ring in her heyday but she's an aging relic, she has slowed down and her power have dropped.  He experience will be easily overcome by youth, superior skill and superior power.  My game plan is simple, rearrange her face, break her bones, leave her in a pile of her own blood and walk out with my RoC Women's title just like what I did two weeks ago to Cecilia Christiansen."

Julia Rodriguez quickly moves on to her next query.

Julia Rodriguez:  "Now the match you will be defending your title against is called a Locker Room Lockdown match, this is the first time I heard of such a match.  What exactly is a Locker Room Lockdown match?"

Lexi Thorne:  "What is it?  Simple really, both of us shall be locked in the locker room and we can use everything and anything we see in the locker room to beat the shit out of each other until we get the pinfall or submission.  Though tonight the only one who will receive a beating is that bitch Samantha and oh how I shall enjoy giving it to her and wipe that pretentious smile off her face."

Sensing that Lexi is about to run out of patience, Julia Rodriguez asks her last question.

Julia Rodriguez:  "One last question Lexi..."

Lexi Thorne:  "No, enough questions...  You've already wasted enough of my time, unless of course you can pay for my time..."

Julia shakes her head...

Lexi Thorne:  "I thought so..."

With that Lexi walks off leaving Julia Rodriguez behind as the scene fades to black.



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Jim Jackson:  "Our next match is for the RoC Women Championship and it will be a Locker Room Lockdown match!  What is a Locker Room Lockdown match?  Well it is a match where both competitors will be LOCKED inside a locker room, anything and everything inside can be used as a weapon.  Each pinfall or submission you get will get you a chance to grab a key from a fishbowl, if the key opens the locker room door, you get your victory!  But you will should be vigilant, if your opponent manages to get past the door even though you opened it, she'll be the one to win."

Brad Blood:  "Sounds like a very complicated match Jim.  But then again we are dealing with 2 complicated women.  Samantha King answered the call of Lexi Thorne when she issued an open challenge, will Sammie manage to take her first title here in RoC?  Well let's head on in the locker room to see the action begin!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a Locker Room Lockdown match and is for the RoC Women Championship!  The only way to win is to exit the room via getting the correct key after each pinfall or submission!  Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 185 pounds, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, she is the current and reigning RoC Women Champion...  LEXI THORNE!"

Lexi Thorne is seen in the locker room where the action is about to begin.

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

Samantha King paces around and waits for the match to begin.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Lexi Thorne charges in but The Morrigan lunges out of the way.  Ohh!  Samantha King opens a locker door right into Lexi's face!  Thorne reels backwards...  Samantha King leaps up and grabs Lexi Thorne's head and drops down driving her head into the ground!  Siren's Call!  Siren's Call connects right off the bat!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Tw..."

Brad Blood:  "Lexi gets a shoulder up and grabs a clump of Sammie's hair!  Lexi pulls hard downwards and Samantha eats the ground!  Lexi drives her elbows down into Sammie's spine.  She goes for a submission...  Camel clutch!  Will Sammie tap?  She does!  Samantha taps!  Lexi goes for the fishbowl and picks up a key, she tries it on the lock...  NO!  It's the wrong key!  Sammie from behind...  Back suplex attempt...  No!  Lexi flips and lands on her feet...  SUPERKICK BY SAMMIE!  Sammie for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Lexi Thorne gets a shoulder up!  Smart move by Samantha King earlier, tapping out fast as to not to expend any stamina and not to get hurt.  Samantha King starts opening some locker doors...  She drags Lexi and starts slamming Lexi's head into the opened doors!  Thorne is down on her knee...  Samantha King steps on her thigh and hits an axe kick down on Lexi Thorne's head!  Full Moon Rising!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Lexi kicks out just short of three!  Irish whip attempt by Sammie reversed by Lexi!  Samantha hits the lockers hard!  Lexi shakes off the stars...  Samantha turns around...  SPEAR!  Lexi just speared Sammie!  Lexi hooks the leg."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Samantha King kicks out at two!  The champ grabs a fistful of Samantha's hair and drags her towards the shower and toilet area!  She's dragging Sammie into a toilet...  Don't tell me she's going to...  SHE DID!  LEXI THORNE JUST SHOVED KING'S HEAD INTO THE TOILET!  Samantha King tries to power out of her situation...  She's slowly pushing herself away from the toilet bowl...  Back elbows by King forces Thorne to lose her grasp.  Samantha staggers out of the toilet cubicle and into the showers, she turns on the showers to wash out the foul liquid from the toilet out of her hair and face."

Brad Blood:  "Lexi Thorne comes in charging...  She slips on a bar of soap on the wet floor...  Right into a stiff clothesline by Sammie!  Sammie turned the champ inside out with that clothesline!  Samantha rolls her up...  Will she get a three?"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Sammie gets it!  She makes a mad dash for the fishbowl and fishes out a key!  She jabs the key into the lock...  No!  It's the wrong one!  Sammie makes her way back to the shower area...  Lexi is just regaining her bearings and is on all fours."

Jim Jackson:  "The Morrigan tries to pick Lexi Thorne up...  Big elbows to the gut by the champ stops Samantha King...  Lexi slips behind King... Atomic drop!  King howls in pain.  Lexi kicks her in the gut and grabs her head...  DDT into the tiled floor!  Samantha King is down!  Lexi goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Now Lexi gets a go at the fish bowl...  Lexi picks out a key, she stumbles towards the lock...  AND IT'S NOT THE RIGHT KEY!  Lexi throws the key on the ground in anger.  Lexi notices Samantha stirring, she quickly dashes in for the kill...  No!  Samantha intercepts Lexi with a leg trip! Lexi falls forward and her head hits the toilet sink!  I-I think she got knocked out!  Samantha for the cover!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "I think you're right Brad!  Not only that, Lexi Thorne is also busted open and bleeding on the floor.  Samantha King picks out a key but it looks like it's the wrong one!  She goes over to Lexi who seems to be still out...  She hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "And gets the easy three!  King once again makes a play for the keys...  Will she get the right one this time?  NO!  It's still the wrong key!  Sammie heads back to Lexi Thorne and once again hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Whoa!  This time Lexi somehow kicks out!  Samantha lands some shots down into Lexi's head and again tries to go for the quick cover..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "It still doesn't do the job!  It looks like Lexi has recovered a little but she's still bleeding all over the place.  Lexi staggers to her feet and swings wildly, it's clear that the blood has gotten into her eyes limiting her vision.  Sammie uses this chance and grabs Lexi from behind..."

Jim Jackson:  "Mule kick by Lexi Thorne connects!  Samantha King's grasp loosens...  Lexi spins and gets King's back...  German suplex attempt...  No!  King escapes and  flips and lands on her feet!   Stiff lariat by Thorne takes The Morrigan down...  Lexi grabs Samantha's legs...  Slingshot into a mirror!  Samantha staggers back right into Lexi's arms...  Northern lights suplex pin!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "Lexi gets the three and staggers towards the fish bowl...  She fishes out a key...  Is this the right one?  NO!  It still doesn't open the lock!  Lexi grabs all the used keys on the ground and jams it in between the fingers of her fist...  She staggers towards Sammie."

Jim Jackson:  "Lexi Thorne just used the keys like claws and scratched a gash on Samantha King's side...  King barely dodged that or the cut would have been way deeper.  Thorne lashes out one more time but this time Sammie dodges and counters with a beautiful left hook!  Thorne stumbles a bit, Sammie with a high kick but Lexi Thorne ducks under the leg and quickly takes Samantha King down!  King slams on the floor real hard."

Brad Blood:  "Lexi stumbles towards the laundry cart...  She grabs the cart...  AND RAMS IT INTO SAMMIE!  Sammie just had the wind knocked out of her!  This time Lexi is eyeing a fire extinguisher...  This can't be good for Samantha..."

Jim Jackson:  "The champ grabs the fire extinguisher and slowly makes her way towards Samantha King, she sprays the chemical into Kings face before raising the fire extinguisher over her head...  This doesn't look good for The Morrigan..."

Brad Blood:  "WAIT!  LOOK AT THE VENT ON THE CEILING!!!  THE VENT JUST POPPED OUT AND WHO IS THAT MASKED WOMAN THAT JUST JUMPED DOWN?!"

Jim Jackson:  "I don't know who she is but she just ripped the fire extinguisher from Lexi Thorne's hand and slams it into the champ's head!  She continues to use the fire extinguisher on Lexi's head until she's out cold!"

Brad Blood:  "Now she pulls Samantha King over Lexi's unconscious body..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One! Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "And Samantha King gets a pinfall!  She makes her way to the fish bowl and looks for a key...  Wait!  The masked woman just throws a key into the bowl...  You don't think it's the right key..."

Brad Blood:  "Samantha takes the key the masked woman just threw and uses it on the lock..."

CLICK!

Jim Jackson:  "IT'S OPEN!  IT'S OPEN!"

Brad Blood:  "Sammie kicks the door open and takes her first step out of the locker room to the waiting arms of her husband!"

Jim Jackson:  "And that's it!  We have a new RoC Women's Champion!"

Brad Blood:  "Ring the bell!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match and NEW ROC WOMEN CHAMPION...  The Morrigan... SAMANTHA KING!"

Jim Jackson:  "What a win for Samantha King, though the question is who is that masked woman?  And where did she go?  It seems that she disappeared just as fast as she appeared..."

Brad Blood:  "I don't know who she is but she better make sure Lexi doesn't find out who is under that mask or there'll be hell to pay."






The scene started with Solomon Jake standing in the ring with a table in the center of the ring as both his client makes their way to the ring as he smile and starts to speak.

Solomon Jake: "Congratulations on your victory against three other teams. You've earn yourself a title shot because of that and on top of that, you guys shake the tag team division up to step up their game. Come in the ring."

He awaits for the both of them to come into the ring.


Leaping up to the apron Isaac Cox holds the ropes apart as his protege and partner Mike Hunt climbs up and enters the ring.  Cox follows in and stops in front of the table with a grin on his face.

Isaac Cox:  "Well Mistuh Jake, we only have you t'thank for this  opportunity.  Ah wouldn't have ever dreamed of getting a title shot so soon, Ah've been in this bizniz for a while now and never have Ah ever gotten this close to the gold.  This wouldn't have been possible without you sir and Ah...  Ah mean WE are truly grateful for what you did for us."


Solomon Jake: "That's good to know, you guys are going to face the champion soon and I have to tell you, there's a stipulation for the match and it will be a... "

Solomon taps the table that has been set in the middle of the ring.

Solomon Jake: "Tables match! You guys need to understand, this match isn't like any other match, no pin fall, no submission. You need to put your opponent onto the table and that will be the only way for it to end. That's where I can see you guys choke, especially you Issac. I know you have a history of losing your eye on the prize.  Why don't we continue on with our training?"


This time it's the younger wrestler who chips in.

Mike Hunt:  "Ah have faith in Isaac Mistuh Jake.  Any match they throw at us, we'll be ready for 'em.  Unlike our opponents, me and Isaac here have been training with each other for over a year.  We are in sync in every possible way sir. We will win those tag titles and be the new RoC Tag Team champions.  You gave us this opportunity and we will not waste it."

Mike Hunt said with such conviction that his partner and mentor Isaac Cox puts a hand on his shoulders and gave it a slight squeeze to show his appreciation before both wrestlers head back to the center of the ring and begin training as the scene fades to black.






An oddly familiar child's humming greets us.  The dimly lit room seems to not have changed: blood still pools on the floor from the mutilated bodies of the deceased, hanging pigs.  And yet, things seem to be completely different as this set of pigs bear new scars, maimings, and grotesque features.

At the end of the room, the child's stuffed cat sits on a chair next to a design that's been made in blood.  No -- not just a design -- a pentagram; and at each point of the star lies an unlit candle.

Walking into the shot is the same little girl from before.  Her light brown hair falls down just past her shoulders.  Despite the copious amounts of blood in the room, her formal black dress and black shoes look spotless, as if she were merely attending a funeral and not standing in a cellar of corpses and blood.  In contrast to her dress, the white beaked plague doctor's mask still hides the girl's face.

Picking her way carefully through the pentagram, the child lights candle after candle until all five have been lit.  With all five candles lit, the child drops what appears to be a set of brass knuckles into the center of pentagram before turning towards the camera.  With the humming still echoing off of the walls, two words can be heard.

???: "He's coming."

With that ominous warning, the camera's picture cuts out.






Gus is seen ιn his locker room. He is alone, wearing a black hoodie and he is watching Dora the Explorer. Julie Rodriguez approaches him.

Gus: "Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping!"

Julie Rodriguez: "Hello Gus, can I ask you some questions about tonight?"

Gus turns off the TV.

Gus: "I was watching a great episode, but OK."

Julie Rodrigeuz: "Ok! Today you are facing the Southern Gents for the RoC Tag Team Title in ROC Anarchy iPPV ! Any thoughts about it?"

Gus: "It's a great honour for me being a CHAMPION in my first ever PPV ! And I have to say, that even if me and Rafik had some differnces, he is a great wrestler, who has lot of talent. I am sure that he will do whatever he can to preserve that title and so do I ! I mean, being a champion in one of the greatest indie federations is a big thing and it's really important for me. As for the Southern Gents. They might have some talent, but I know that they can't compete with The Slayersss. We will wreck them."

Julie Rodriguez: "So you mentioned earlier that you and Rafik HAD some differences. That means you don't have problems anymore?"  

Gus: "Look Betsy..."

Julie Rodriguez: "My name is not Betsy."

Gus: "SHUT UP Betsy! Look we still have our differences, but as long as we are champions and we compete as a tag team, we shouldn't fight. That's all!"

Julie Rodriguez: "Ok, I guess... So any last words?"

Gus: "Yeah ! Southern Gents, It's Out of Control, Just Go 2 Sleep... Bitches!"

Jim Jackson: "Our problematic tag team, seems to be determined to defend their title."

Brad Blood: "That's true ! And Gus is their only chance to win that match, because Rafik Arfah is a fucking Muslim terrorist."

Jim Jackson: "Racist..."

Camera fades out.








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Jim Jackson:  "It was during our last show that these good ol' boys managed to become the number one contenders for the tag titles in such a quick amount of time. With the help of Solomon Jake, Hunt and Cox are looking to dethrone the current champs to capture the gold."

Brad Blood:  "The Slayers have been working well as an unit thus far. But in a tables match even the slightest misstep could be the different between the current and the former. Let see if The Southern Gents can slay The Slayers. "

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a Tables match and it is for the ROC Tag Team Championship, Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Solomon Jake, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, the team of Mike Hunt and Isaac Cox ... THE SOUTHERN GENTS!"

"Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd started playing on the loud speakers as Isaac Cox & Mike Hunt emerge from the entrance tunnel, accompanied by their manager Solomon Jake, the trio make their way to the ring.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, at a combined weight of 463 pounds, they are the current and reigning RoC Tag Team Champions, the team of Rafik Arfah and Gus ... THE SLAYERS!"

"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 "Too Sweet" him.


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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "Tables surround the ring  as this match gets underway. Rafik not wasting anytime and hits Hunt with the cactus clothesline over the ropes and both men hit the floor. Cox walks into a bodyslam by Gus. High angled back suplex connects. Gus exits the ring and decides that it is about time to introduce the tables to this match."

Brad Blood:  "He sets it up right in the center of the ring. He lifts Cox up for the suplex but Jake on the outside grabs the foot of Gus causing him to lose his balance allowing Cox to counter with the crossbody.  Rafik gets planted on the outside with a hard DDT. Hunt rolls back into the ring. The Gents hit a synchronized elbow drop on Gus. "

Jim Jackson:  "They try to hit the double team suplex through the table but Rafik flies in and moves the table out of the way, saving the match for his team. He goes for a clothesline to both men but they stop him with a double shoulder block. Hunt places Rafik onto the table and throws Gus to the outside. Issac climbs up onto the table and goes for the piledriver but Arfah counters with the back drop and hits a missile dropkick to Hunt."

Brad Blood:  "Cox gets to his feet but a running dropkick sends him flying into the turnbuckles. Mike runs in to help his partner but a last second dodge causes him to crash into Issac. Disorientated he stumbles backwards and thrown onto the table. Gus recuperates and climbs to the top rope. Flying Body press through the table! It doesn't break! HAHAHAHAHA! I AM THE TABLE!"

Jim Jackson:  "The Slayers can't believe it as Rafik throws the table out of the ring in an act of frustration. Cox takes advantage of the situation with a german suplex on Gus. His partner sees the move and hits Isaac with a belly to belly suplex. He exits the ring and slides 3 tables into the ring. As Rafik goes to get back in, Solomon approaches him causing the distraction long enough for Mike to ram him head first into the ring post."

Brad Blood:  "The Southern Gents now have Gus alone in the ring. They set up a table in the corner and whip him into it. Hunt whips Cox into him to give him more momentum. Gus rolls out of the way causing him to crash through the table. But since it was technically his own partner who put him through it the match continues."

Jim Jackson:  "Hunt walks into an enzugiri. Reverse DDT by Gus. He leaves to go check on his partner. Oh No! The force at which he hit the post has caused Rafik to be busted wide open. That injury looks like it might need about 10 stitches to close. WOAH! Mike Hunt flies through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking out both men!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Solomon Jake pulls him aside and begins to give him orders. The roar of the crowd is making it hard for us to hear what was said. The crowd are always so selfish. Screaming and holding signs in front of the person behind him. That guy paid good money for that seat! He doesn't want to see your poorly construct sign all night! "

Jim Jackson:  "Calm down Brad and let's get back to the task at hand. Isaac begins to stir in the ring as his partner throws the bloodied Rafik back inside. They seem to be setting up for something big but Arfah fights out of it. RUNNING SINGLE LEG HIGH KNEE TO BOTH SOUTHERN GENTS!"

Brad Blood:  "All competitors are out! It seems like one of those situation where the first team to get to their feet will have a HUGE advantage. Gus is up! SOLOMON JAKE JUST SPAT MIST IN THE EYES OF GUS! LOW BLOW!"

Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jim Jackson:  "Solomon Jake taking things into his own hands to make sure his team emerges as the champs. Hunt is slowly getting to his feet. He does and wobbles over and picks the body of Rafik off the mat. KENTA USED IT FIRST!!! Rafik hits his finisher out of nowhere and the crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Cox hits a wicked neckbreaker on Rafik. He drags and places his opponent on to the table. He's climbing to the top rope. He's feeling froggy!"

CRASH!!

Jim Jackson:  "OH MY GOD! RAFIK CAUGHT HIM IN MID-AIR WITH A CUTTER!!!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match and STILL ROC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... THE SLAYERS!"

Jim Jackson:  "What a match we just witnessed. Even with the interference of Solomon Jake, Gus and Rafik still emerge your reigning tag team champions. It was a great attempt by the Gents but ultimately OOH! Hunt just near took the head right off Rafik's shoulders with the lariat! Jake and Mike help Cox back to his feet."

Brad Blood:  "Isaac Cox hoists their opponent up on his shoulders in a sitting position while Mike Hunt leaps to the top turnbuckle before leaping off and taking their opponent down with a flying clothesline! Confederate Colors! They might not have won the match but at the end of it all, The Southern Gents are the last men standing. A statement to the champs. They may have won the battle but they will not win the war."




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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 steps forth from the back wearing a pink tank top, pink hot pants and carrying a ladder. She slowly makes her way to the ring dragging the ladder along which she slides into the ring before hopping through the ropes. Bakla proceeds to set the ladder up in the middle of the ring and grabs a mic handed to her.

Boy Bakla: "The ladder... It can be used in many ways... It can be used as a weapon and it can be the instrument of my success tonight as I climb up and take down the RoC Lightweight Belt and claim it as my own!"

The crowd starts chanting Bakla's name in a show of support.

Crowd: "BAKLA! BAKLA! BAKLA!"

Boy Bakla: "Yes, I can feel it, tonight shall be my night! Tonight shall be the night that I, Boy Bakla finally win a title here in Ring of Chaos. Don't get me wrong though, Andrew Hunter is a tough champion but tonight I shall still best him. It will definitely not be an easy fight, in fact I expect that this will be one of the toughest fight in my career but I am tired of always coming second... I'm tired of always being the bridesmaid and never the bride..."

It is clear that emotions are flowing through the Transsexual Superstar strongly and Bakla takes a moment to compose herself.

Boy Bakla: "Now I have been in many ladder matches in my career, and every time it leaves me broken and hurt, every time I take longer and longer to come back. No, this match is no joke. THIS is not something that can be taken lightly..."

Bakla grabs the ladder to emphasize her point.

Boy Bakla: "No, this ladder can either make a career or end it... And tonight, it shall make mine."

Bakla looks at the fans...

Boy Bakla: "Tonight, I shall dedicate my match to our dear departed friend The Morbidly Obese Man, I wish that he would have been here to see this moment... THIS IS FOR YOU BIG MAN!"

The crowd begins chanting again.

Crowd: "TMOM! TMOM! TMOM!"

Boy Bakla: "My name is Boy Bakla and I will be you RoC Lightweight Champion!"

With that, Bakla throws the mic and exits the ring as the crowd begin to cheer for her again.








VS

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla earned herself a shot for the RoC Lightweight title and tonight she shall battle Andrew Hunter in his first title defense for it in a ladder match! Bakla has been pretty vocal about her title shot this time but will she fall short again or will she finally grasp her first RoC title tonight?"

Brad Blood: "Bakla does generate a lot of noise but based on history, that tranny is still all bark and no bite. Even though that fruitcake has held titles in different promotions in the past, here in RoC, Bakla is nothing but an overpaid jobber. Now Andrew Hunter though... He made a triumphant return, he defeated the man who put him on the shelf and almost ended his career and took the RoC Lightweight Title, now if that is a story worth remembering, certainly way better than one about a tranny who is past its prime."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a ladder match and is for the ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 209 pounds, hailing from San Antonio, Texas... He is your current and reigning RoC Lightweight Champion... The Gambler... ANDREW HUNTER!"

Thunderous applause comes from the crowd as "Gambler" by Madona blasts throughout the arena. Andrew Hunter makes his way out onto the ramp, and takes a good look around while straitening his elbow pads. He pumps his arms in the air to go with the crowd's cheer, before making his way to the ring.

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next the challenger, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Manila, Philippines... The Transsexual Superstar... BOY BAKLA!"

Cher's "Believe" start playing on the loud speakers as PINK lights start to flash above the entrance ramp. A light mist is released from the ground carrying the scent of lavender as the transsexual wrestler Boy Bakla leaps out from the back wearing a pink tank top and pink hot pants. She casually strolls down the entrance ramp blowing kisses to her fans before it enters the ring with flourish and heads to her corner waiting 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: "The bell rings and Boy Bakla is the first to attack! Stiff punches rock the champ followed by a European uppercut! Andrew Hunter is sent reeling to the ropes... Irish whip sends Hunter to the opposite side... The Gambler dodges a clothesline attempt and bounces on the ropes... Bakla ducks under the champ's arm. Dropkick sends Andrew Hunter hurtling to the ground. Hunter gets back to his feet... Bakla attacks but the champ dodges. Andrew Hunter lunges his opponent into the ropes. He waits for his running opponent, and ducks a hastily thrown clothesline! He quickly dashes towards the ropes as his opponent bounces back off the opposite side, still charging at, and leaps onto the ropes, propelling himself backwards, spinning 180 degrees connecting to the back of his running adversary's neck with a Springboard Enziguri executing a Trump Card!!"

Brad Blood: "Bakla is down! Andrew uses this chance to grab a ladder. He slides it into the ring... NO! Bakla with a baseball slide kicks the ladder into the champ! Bakla heads out and grabs Hunter, it throws the champ back into the ring and quickly follows. Andrew rolls back to his feet and out of Bakla's reach, a smart move by the champ, he just broke Bakla's momentum. Hunter slips out of the ring again and Bakla quickly follows... Hunter throws a ladder at Bakla! Bakla catches it but Andrew Hunter with a dropkick sends the ladder smashing into the tranny! Bakla is down! The Gambler grabs a ladder and slides it into the ring. He quickly enters and begins to set up the ladder."

Jim Jackson: "Wait! Boy Bakla has recovered and also slid a ladder into the ring. The champ is half-way up his ladder, Bakla shoves it but Andrew Hunter lands on his feet... ONLY TO EAT STEEL as Bakla rams the ladder into his face! Bakla wedges the ladder in the corner... She grabs Hunter, Irish whip... No! Hunter puts his foot forward and stops himself from ramming into the ladder! Bakla from behind... Backstabber! Bakla is not done! She grabs Hunter... AND SUPLEXES HIM INTO THE LADDER IN THE CORNER!!! The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood: "Oh man! That fairy may have just broken Andrew in half. Bakla quickly sets up a ladder and begins to climb. Wait! Hunter is somehow pulling himself up! Bakla notices it and begins to climb faster! Oh no! The faux-femme has reached the top and is trying to unhook the belt... Hunter shoves the ladder away! TIMBERRR~! WAIT! BAKLA IS DANGLING HOLDING ON TO THE BELT! IT LOSES ITS GRIP AND FALLS... HUNTER CATCHES BAKLA IN MID-AIR AND HITS A POWERBOMB!!!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter staggers back to his feet and begins to roll Boy Bakla out of the ring. Good thinking by the champ, it will take Bakla some extra time to get back into the ring, and in a ladder match every second count. Hunter goes for a ladder and begins to set it up. Bakla is still lifeless outside the ring. Hunter begins his ascent up the ladder, it looks like the suplex to the ladder earlier has hurt his back as it is apparent that his movements are slower... Even that powerbomb earlier probably took a lot out of him."

Brad Blood: "Well Bakla is still out so he still has time, but he shouldn't take too long. Andrew continues to climb up the ladder, he loses his footing but manages to catch himself before he falls off. Hunter takes a short breather before continuing to climb up again... But wait! Bakla is up and has managed to crawl back into the ring! This is what I am afraid of, Andrew took too long but he still has time as Bakla is also hurt from the powerbomb."

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla manages to make it to the ladder and grab on to the champ's leg! Andrew Hunter tries to kick Bakla off but Bakla clings on! The Transsexual Superstar manages to drag the champ off the ladder and back to ground level! Bakla throws a right but Hunter dodges it and counters with a series of chops! Enzuigiri from the champ sends Bakla reeling to the ropes. Hunter charges in... Boy Bakla drops down and pulls the top rope down with her! Andrew Hunter goes over the top rope to the outside! Bakla slingshots over the top rope... Flying crossbody takes the champ down!"

Brad Blood: "Boy Bakla grabs its opponent's hair and pulls it hard executing a horrible Bad Hair Day! The tranny is playing dirty! Wait what's Bakla doing now? Bakla just grabbed a ladder and sets it up passing it under the bottom rope and laying it across on the steel rails. Irish whip by Bakla... REVERSED BY HUNTER!!! BAKLA SMASHES INTO THE LADDER IT SET UP! HAH! KARMA'S A BITCH! Hunter grabs another ladder... He waits until Bakla staggers back up to its feet... Ooh! Right into Bakla's midsection! And another strike into Bakla's head this time! Bakla goes down and Hunter slides the ladder into the ring."

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter enters the ring and uses the ladder he brought into the ring wedging it between the ropes and the rungs of the ladder in the center of the ring in place. Smart move by Hunter, this will prevent the ladder from moving. Hunter begins to climb up the ladder... Wait! Boy Bakla enters the ring too and begins to climb up the ladder from the opposite side! Both wrestlers are trying to race to the top. The reach the top of the ladder! the Transsexual Superstar slaps Hunter almost knocking him off the top! The champ recovers and fires back with a big right hook! Hunter slams Bakla's head into the ladder! Bakla is about to fall but manages to grab on! Hunter tries to slam Bakla's head one more time into the ladder but Bakla blocks it and counters with an elbow!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter gets knocked off! BUT WAIT! HE REACHES OUT AND MANAGES TO GRAB BAKLA'S HAIR PULLING BAKLA DOWN WITH HIM! MYGAWD! He almost scalped Bakla there! Both wrestlers are down! It's still anyone's game here for the RoC Lightweight title. Wait looks like Bakla is starting to stir... Andrew is also pulling himself up!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla throws a right but the champ ducks under it! Andrew Hunter kicks his opponent in the gut and tucks his head under his adversary's arm and lifts his opponent up and slams him backward with an arch of the neck, looks like Hunter is Upping the Ante! Bakla is down! Hunter begins to climb up the ladder! He slowly makes his way to the top... But wait! Instead of going for the belt Andrew Hunter turns around!"

Brad Blood: "Oh man, what is he doing?! He can get the belt right there! Don't tell me he's gonna... HUNTER LEAPS OFF THE LADDER! 630 SPLASH!!! NO!!! HE MISSES! THE GAMBLER GAMBLED AND LOST! BAKLA ROLLS AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND! What was he thinking?! Andrew Hunter could have won already, instead he had to showboat and look what happened? He screwed up big time!"

Jim Jackson: "I have to agree with you there, that was a bad move by the champ, but you have to consider that in the heat of battle, he may have gotten carried away specially with adrenaline flowing through his veins."

Brad Blood: "If you ask me, stupid was flowing through his veins. That was a facepalm moment there Jim."

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla mounts on top of her opponent and starts slapping away hard with a series of slaps until her opponent is gets knocked out from the force of the slaps executing a devastating Makeover! Bakla takes advantage of the champ's botched 630 splash and hits her finisher to make sure that Andrew Hunter stays down! Bakla staggers towards the ladder. It is clear that the match has taken a toll on Bakla."

Brad Blood: "Bakla begins to climb up the ladder, it is clear from Bakla's expression that each step it takes up the ladder causes it pain. At this point in the match, both wrestlers are probably running on pure willpower. That's the only way any one of them would be moving. Bakla is half-way up when the ladder shakes! Andrew is shaking the ladder from the ground trying to tip it over but the second ladder he used to wedge it in place keeps it from tipping over!"

Jim Jackson: "Still it's enough to shake the ladder prompting Boy Bakla to stop her climb to the top. Bakla descends the ladder and begins to stomp at the champ's hands. The Transsexual Superstar grabs Andrew Hunter and lifts him up on her shoulders... Hunter slips down behind Bakla and shoves her into the corner! Hunter charges in... Clothesline connects! Bulldog from the corner... Bakla eats canvas! Hunter staggers back clearly spent after that attack as he leans on the ladder for support."

Brad Blood: "Bakla is still moving though so the champ cannot risk going up the ladder yet. He needs to make sure that Bakla is really down. One thing that tranny is is tenacious... "

Jim Jackson: "Well it seems like he heard you Brad. A body slam on Boy Bakla by the champ! Still not satisfied Andrew Hunter begins to kick Bakla multiple times while she's down. Wait! Bakla grabs hold of Hunter's leg! Hunter tries to shake her off but Bakla grabs on for dear life! AND SHE BITES IT! BAKLA IS BITING DOWN ON THE GAMBLER'S LEG! ANDREW HUNTER SCREAMS IN PAIN!"

Brad Blood: "That is the act of a desperate tranny! Bakla pulls itself up... Boy Bakla reaches down and clamps down on the groin area of its opponent and begins to squeeze tightly executing an intense Pain or Pleasure. Oh lord have mercy! Hunter is jumping up and down but Bakla still clamps on! Hunter in desperation lunges through the ropes and to the outside! It works and the champ escapes Bakla's deadly grasp!"

Jim Jackson: "Boy Bakla quickly goes for the ladder! She starts to climb up... Andrew Hunter quickly enters the ring after jumping up and down a bit outside. He leaps towards the ladder after Bakla! Boy Bakla is three fourths of the way up when Hunter catches up to her! The Gambler grabs on to Bakla's leg and hauls himself up... Bakla hits him with a knee! The Gambler reels backwards but still manages to hang on! Bakla grabs his throat..."

Brad Blood: "HOLY SONNUVA ONE-BALLED ELEPHANT! BAKLA LEAPS OFF THE LADDER AND CHOKESLAMS HUNTER INTO THE PERPENDICULAR LADDER BREAKING IT AND HUNTER IN HALF!!!"

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

Jim Jackson: "I don't think Andrew Hunter is getting up from that one! Boy Bakla makes sure the ladder is on the right place and once again begins her climb to the top. This time it looks like she won't be stopped by Hunter who still lies in a pile of broken and twisted aluminum. Bakla makes it to the top..."

Brad Blood: "Oh my... And that's it! BAKLA TAKES THE BELT DOWN! THE TRANNY IS THE NEW ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match AND NEW ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION... The Transsexual Superstar... BOY BAKLA!"

Jim Jackson: "What a brutal match and a well-deserved win for Boy Bakla! Both men gave their all tonight but it was Bakla who takes home the gold. Bakla said that she dedicates this match to the memory of The Morbidly Obese Man, I bet TMOM is proudly watching from the stars at what she achieved tonight."

Brad Blood: "And Boy Bakla's friend Little Wang rushes into the ring to congratulate it! Looks like there'll be much celebrating in the freaks' locker room tonight."






The Titan tron shows a compilation of an unknown man’s videos, a bunch of flashes displaying his strongest moves and disrespectful actions in the ring & backstage. The video is concluded by the following "AK-14".

The man of the video now pops through the curtains aisle once Dope - "Debonaire" hits the arena's speakers. He smacks his chest twice and lifts up both hands displaying the rock sign. He is wearing a leather vest, black cargo pants, black boots and black MMA-style gloves. He makes his way to the ring trash talking a couple of people as he descends the ramp. He even throws the middle fingers once he gets ringside.

Finally, he climbs up the ring and then the turnbuckle. He grabs his crotch and shows the middle fingers one more time. The man is being showered by boos; however, he doesn't seem to care.

A staff member passes the unknown guy a microphone. The man paces to one side and another of the ring, stroking his beard. The crowd eventually dies down so the person can speak. He climbs up the turnbuckle onw more time.


??: “First of all let me make something clear here, for those watching me backstage… For each and every single one of you out there. I don’t give a fuck whether you like me or not. My name is Tyler Norton and I’m here to kick some asses!”

The crowd boos him louder than before. Tyler smacks his chest and shouts a couple of profanities to the fans next to the barricade. Next, he climbs down the turnbuckle and proceeds to his monologue, pacing to one side and another.

Tyler Norton: “I have been told to keep it clear and show people some respect but… I couldn’t care less, son. You see, look at me and you’ll realize that I’m hardcore to the motherfuckin’ bone. I am not here to make amends with my past… Nope. I am not here to be looooved by the fans. Nope. And surely, I am not here to brown nose the powers that be, hell no!

I am not one of those pussies pretending to be something that they are not. This is me; you are looking at the real Tyler, the no gimmicks one, a tough son of a bitch… A REAL wrestler. The AK-14. And if you don’t like what you see… Well, fuck it.”


Tyler stops now. He stands at the center of the ring and lifts up his index finger as he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. Some like his authenticity while others really dislike his attitude.

Tyler Norton: “I could’ve been saying all that cliché stuff like ‘oh the opponents will respect me’ or ‘I will train to be the best’… Of course, the classic one ‘I am here to make an impact’. Bla bla bla shut the fuck up. No no… I was the best of this federation even before it existed and that’s the bottom line.

Whatever it takes to cause some havoc, you can bet yo ass that I’m going to do it. But yo, first of all, we got to make this official. I’m still a damn guest here and that is kind of pissing me off.”


Tyler makes his way to the ropes and climbs the second one, next; he points at the entrance.

Tyler Norton: “So I’d like to invite the boss man to get his ass over here right now to bring my contract so we can make this official. C’mon big boy, let us sign that contract so I can bring the ratings up the damn roof while I kick asses!”

Another mixed reaction from the crowd. While a few people seem to be enjoying Tyler’s actions, most of them despise him. After all, he is just a newcomer. The camera is now focusing the entrance.


A minute passed, then two, then three... As it seemed that no one will answer Tyler Norton's call, the titantron comes to life and the visage of RoC's General Manager Lee Morrison is seen on the big screen. A bemused expression is plastered on Morrison's face as he casually lights a cigarette and inhales deeply, he leans forward as the smoke escapes through his lips and nostrils and begins to address Tyler Norton.

Lee Morrison: "I have to admit Mr. Norton, you've got balls stepping into the RoC ring and disrupting our first iPPV without any invitation and balls are what we need more here in Ring of Chaos... BUT!!! Yes there is a but... It won't be that easy to procure a contract here in RoC. I mean, if I handed a contract to any Joe who demanded one, my roster will be filled with third rate wannabe wrestlers, and that just wouldn't do... No, if you want a contract then you should prove yourself..."

Lee Morrison takes another puff from his cigarette before continuing...

Lee Morrison: "So I tell you what, on the February 7, 2016 Chaos Supreme show, you shall have your try-out match. If you want a contract, all you need to do is to do is to win against your opponents. And yes I said opponent with an "s", five random wrestlers shall be selected from the locker room and you shall face them in a gauntlet match. You win the gauntlet and I'll personally head over as soon as the match ends and hand you a contract. So Mr. Norton, what say you? Are you up for it?"

With a grin on his face, Lee Morrison waits for the newcomer to reply.


Tyler takes a quick look at the General Manager and chuckles. He points at him and nods, still chuckling. Then, he paces to one side and another motioning with his hands as he speaks.

Tyler Norton: “Well since you didn’t introduce yourself I’m going to call you ‘boss man’ and…”

Norton is interrupted by Lee whom can be heard saying his name to Tyler. He gets back to where he was after that.

Tyler Norton: “Oh, ok… Lee Morrison. You see, Lee. As the minutes went by, I was here moving to one side and then to the other side and back to another side. I was bored so I had to entertain myself by trying to imagine how you’d look like. So, I got caught by my imagination as the minutes looked like hours and hours and several damn hours… I thought you’d look like one of those goofy-ass-escargot-eating-fruitcakes, y’know, wearing that lil suit, looking all flashy and shit…”

Tyler stops now and eyes Lee. He points at him and lets out a sarcastic laugh.

Tyler Norton: “You, my friend, look exactly like I thought.”

Tyler laughs as Lee shakes his head. A big portion of the crowd laughs as the other one boos Tyler; therefore, supporting the GM.

Tyler Norton: “Nah don’t get me wrong… Despite what I just said about you, I can add that you’re not just a goofy-ass-escargot-eating-fruitcake looking like. You are more than that. You’re a smart goofy-ass-escargot-eating-fruitcake! Hell… You come right here and offer me five men of your roster on a silver platter so I can kick their asses!?”

Tyler now proceeds to his regular pacing to one side and another of the ring. He points at Lee as he speaks.

Tyler Norton: “Damn right I’m accepting your challenge. Send five, ten or twenty. Fifty, one hundred… Five hundred. How about a whole nation? As a matter of fact, send the goddamn world. Whatever it takes, Lee… Whatever it takes to stay at the very top. That’s what I do. I am no pussy, I don’t care who you send at me as long as it is a challenge…

… You want me to fight five men by myself in a gauntlet match? Excellent. Their asses shall have my size-14 boots printed on’em.”


Tyler stops once again to stare into Lee’s eyes, still pointing at him. The crowd murmurs as he slowly gets slightly closer. He speaks slowly and calmly this time.

Tyler Norton: “You see, Lee. I’ve already proved you that I got the balls to do stuff that must people don’t have the balls to do. You want to bring your stipulations? Fine… I will bring mine as well. Next PPV, I don’t give a fuck who is the first contender for the main title by then. I’ve been feeling eager to claim what is supposed to be mine since I stepped my feet in this ring… The Ring of Chaos World Heavyweight Championship title belt!”

The crowd cheers now due to the fact that the main title was mentioned. Tyler stretches his arms to the side and then smacks his own chest.

Tyler Norton: “Next PPV, Lee… I want to fight whoever the first contender is. Simple as that… That’s my stipulation. Do I get an ok or do I have to fight ten men to deserve a title shot!?”

The crowd actually chants the last line which kind of pisses off Norton. He realizes he messed up and talked too much.

Crowd: “FIGHT TEN MEN! FIGHT TEN MEN! FIGHT TEN MEN!”

Tyler can be heard shouting at the fans in the front row, mostly telling them to shut up and such things. He gets back to Lee and speaks in a sarcastic way, imitating the man.

Tyler Norton: “So, Mr. Morrison… What say you?”


As the crowd continue to shout their support, Lee Morrison puts out his cigarette and addresses the newcomer in the ring.

Lee Morrison: "As I've said before Mr. Norton, you STILL have to prove yourself first... You see, I've seen and heard all of it before, a hotshot wrestler demanding a title shot right of the bat thinking he or she deserves it... Ninety-nine percent of the time, they are just all bark and no bite... Maybe you are the exception, maybe you can pull it off and win against ten men, your confidence in your skill is impressive, but I do not deal in maybes... Win the five man gauntlet first Mr. Norton, once you are signed to Ring of Chaos, you shall be eligible then to fight in an upcoming tournament to determine the next number one contender."

Morrison leans forward his eyes seemingly staring right at Tyler Norton.

Lee Morrison: "One more thing Mr. Norton, having balls is good, but it is not a free pass to disrespect me. This is my house, and if you want to play in it, I expect to be treated with more courtesy. You do not have to like me but you will respect my authority."

Not leaving Norton any more chances to retort, Morrison clicks a remote switch and the titan tron shuts off leaving Tyler Norton alone inside the ring.


Tyler speaks the first words in a sarcastic manner. Next, he changes his style and looks serious… And it is legit this time.

Tyler Norton: “Respect my authoritah... Damn. I’m not even signed to the federation and the boss man is already frowning upon my actions. I’ll tell you what; this is going to be a hell of a ride. Yeah, I like that.”

Tyler Norton makes his way to the turnbuckle and climbs it up. The crowd boos him. He takes a quick look at the blank Titan tron and then points at camera.

Tyler Norton: “Have I ever told you why they call me… AK-14?”

Tyler displays a smirk now. The crowd murmurs can be heard as the man stares at them, waiting for the moment to say his speech.

Tyler Norton: “I will tell you why they call me AK-14… They call me AK-14 because when any fool crosses my path…

… The same fool RECEIVES THE ASS KICKING OF HIS LIFETIME WHEN I STICK MY 14 SIZED BOOTS UP HIS ASS!”


Tyler launches the microphone on the floor and lifts up the rock signs, eyes popped out. The crowd boos him loudly; however, he doesn’t care. Dope – “Debonaire” hits the arena speakers as Norton leaves the ring to make his way backstage, still being booed. Once he reaches the top of the ramp, he turns to the crowd, grabs his crotch and then turns back to backstage.

The camera fades to commercials.






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Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Jan 25, 2016 7:07 am



"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura walks slowly out onto the stage, fireworks blast out behind him. The Rayward down the ramp, extending his hand for fans to high five. He lumbers up the stairs and takes a position in the middle of the ring, raising the RoC World Championship belt above his head. Ray milked the moment and soaked in the cheers from his adoring fans.

Ray Kamaura: "You are probably wondering about my noticeable absence from last week. It's not some big mystery, I was just resting and gathering my energy for the fight I have in store for me tonight. Allister King isn't the massive fool everyone things him to be."

Ray shifts around in the ring, reacting to the boos of the crowd at the mention of King's name. Suddenly a mix of "Carry On!" And "King of Fools!" Ray looked puzzled before turning his expression to a more focused tone.  

Ray Kamaura: "He is a Wolf in sheep's clothing, and that's a problem. Because as it turns out I have already proven that I can beat a sheep, C4! I have proven I can beat a wolf, T-rex! Sadly I feel that I have only gotten lucky against the King of Fools."

A fire builds in the arena. Ray begins speaking with an intensity that he has not showed before.

Ray Kamaura: "Can you understand that? I have beaten so many people and I deserved to win... But it's different this time. It's different. I'm not worried about Retaining the Championship, I'm not worried about my health, I'm not worried about my grandmama's pension. I am worried about proving to myself that I can beat the King of Fools and CARRY ON!"

Ray's music begins to play and he throws the microphone on the ground. visibly fired up and ready to strike he leaps through the ropes and rolls to his feet. The crowd explodes at his random display of agility. Ray exits the Arena.








VS

Jim Jackson:  "And here we are folks, the main event of the evening, an Ironman match for the RoC World Title!  Who will walk out of the arena with the title tonight after thirty minutes?  Will it be the current champion Ray Kamaura or will Allister King manage to wrest the title away from him?"

Brad Blood:  "Well things could go either way, Allister has surprised us all by winning the title from Ray once, though he did lose it back at the rematch, we could see an upset again tonight."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is an Iron Man Match scheduled for thirty minutes!  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 in at 7 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 300 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is your current and reigning RoC World Champion...  The Rayward Son...  RAY KAMAURA!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "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!  Right of the bat both wrestlers engage and begin to trade punches.  Allister King gets rocked to the ropes but bounces back with a spinning side kick, but the champ blocks it and shoves King back to the ropes.  The King of Fools uses the ropes and flies!  He connects with a springboard flying elbow!  That knocked Ray Kamaura a few steps back!  Kamaura quickly recovers and lunges in.  Allister leaps over him and hits the ropes...  Springboard crossbody...  NO!  Kamaura catches him in mid-air and tosses him overhead!"

Brad Blood:  "Ray's huge size advantage comes into play here, it won't be easy for Allister to pull of some of his aerial maneuvers as easily as he would fighting a normal sized wrestler.  Allister tries to get up, Ray charges in with a running big boot and misses Allister by just under an inch as The King of Fools bends over at the last second.  Quite a show of flexibility there by the challenger."

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King with an Irish whip sends Ray Kamaura to the ropes, Kamaura leaps on the ropes instead and hits a springboard back elbow knocking the challenger back!  Due to his size, many wrestlers forget how agile Ray Kamaura can be.  Allister staggers to the ropes, Ray comes charging in...  The Jester of the Ring ducks down pulling the top rope down with him and Ray Kamaura goes over, falling to the ground outside!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister sees a chance!  He runs towards the opposite end and bounces on the ropes to get some momentum...  He leaps over the top rope...  CORKSCREW SENTON TO THE OUTSIDE!  ALLISTER JUST TOOK THE CHAMP OUT!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Allister hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Only a two count there!  Ray Kamaura kicks out quickly but the challenger is already on the move, not wanting to lose his momentum.  Allister King leaps to the apron...  He gets some distance...  Running senton...  He takes the champ down again!  Again The King of Fool goes for the cover!  Is this enough?"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "No!  Ray still manages to get a shoulder up at two.  Allister goes to the apron again, he runs and leaps...  This time Ray is ready for him!  Kamaura intercepts him mid-air with a jumping knee strike!  The King of Fools go down hard!  Kamura pulls him up and Irish whips him into the steel steps!  Allister tries to get up...  Huge clothesline by the champ flips him over!  Ray for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "No!  Allsiter King gets a shoulder up at two!  Ray Kamaura picks him up and hoist him on his shoulders...  But King slips free and lands behind Kamaura!  The champ turns around...  Right into an enzuigiri!  Look at the height Allister got on that!  Kamaura staggers back as King follows up the attack with a bulldog planting the champ into the ground!  Allister for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Ray powers out of that one at two.  Allister throws a kick to the midsection but Ray catches it and throws him for a loop!  Allister braces himself on the steel railings.  Lariat attempt by the champ but Allister King ducks under it and slides back into the ring.  Kamaura leaps up to the apron and enters the ring..."

Jim Jackson:  "Dropkick by The Jester of the Ring catches the champ on the head as he is entering the ring!  Ray Kamaura's body is now hanging precariously half-way through the middle rope.  Scissor kick by Allister King sends Kamaura's head into the canvas!  King goes to the ropes...  Springboard moonsault!  King hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Again Ray kicks out at two!  Allister needs to do better than that to get a three count, then again, in a match like this, you have to try your luck to get a pinfall or submission every chance you get.  Ray Kamaura staggers back up to his feet...  Allister King blasts him with a high kick to the chin!  HADOUKICK!!!  Ray collapses to the ground!  King hooks the leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "ALLISTER KING GETS THE FIRST PINFALL FOR THE EVENING!!!  The Jester of the Ring leaps up in joy and cartwheels in the ring!  Allister is celebrating but the match is far from over...  Ray Kamaura staggers to his feet...  King goes on the offensive, springboard clothesline drops the champ! Kamaura staggers to his feet... 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 hooks both of the arms and lifts the opponent up onto his shoulder and flips Ray Kamaura around, slamming them face first in the mat!  KINGDOM COME!!!  ALLISTER FOR THE COVER!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "AND NOW IT'S TWO TO ZERO!  ALLISTER HAS GOTTEN A SECOND PINFALL!  THE JESTER OF THE RING IS NOW CELEBRATING PREMATURELY AGAIN!  I understand his excitement getting the second pinfall but he could have attempted a third by now and maybe get a bigger lead on the champ."

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura starts to stir...  I think he realizes that he's down by two, he crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up...  Allister King goes in for the attack...  King goes in for a big clothesline... Ray Kamaura falls back and bounces off the ropes before drop kicking Allister King!  KABLAM! CONNECTS!  King staggers to his feet.  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!  Kamaura connects with his signature move Better Luck Next Time!  The champ goes for the cover..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "And just like that Ray Kamaura gets a pinfall!  All that premature ejacu~ I mean celebrating cost Allister there.  He still has one up on the champ but how long can he keep that lead?  Kamaura goes to work and stomps away at Allister.  Ray goes to the top turnbuckle...  SENTON SPLASH!  How many big men out there can do that?  Ray hooks the leg!

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Whoa!  The referee stops the count and points to Allister King's leg!  It's on the bottom rope!  Great ring awareness by The Jester of the Ring right there.  Ray Kamaura lifts King on his shoulders in a fireman carry...  King starts throwing elbows to Kamaura's head!  Allister slips free and lands on the apron!  Kamaura reaches over but Allister brings his knee up into the champ's nose!  Kamaura staggers back...  Allister King leaps on the ropes...  Springboard tornado DDT!  The champ gets planted!  King for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Ray gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time!  Allister goes to the top turnbuckle...  He turns around...  Kamaura shakes the ropes and Allister lands on his nuts!  Oohhh!  That has gotta hurt!  Kamaura goes for a muscle buster...  That shook the ring!  Kamaura for the cover...  Will he get the tie?"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Somehow Allister King gets his shoulder up at the last possible millisecond!  Ray Kamaura kicks Allister King in the gut causing Allister King to double over, Ray bounces off the ropes and runs past Allister King, rebounds off the ropes and jumps, placing his foot on Allister King's head, forcing it into the mat executing a skull-crunching Carry On!  Kamaura for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Brad Blood:  "And Ray gets the tie!  It's now even at two points each and we still have a long way to go!  Ray pulls Allister up who seems to be still out, he's limp like a used condom!  Ray positions Allister on top of the turnbuckle...  I don't think this will end well...  Kamaura climbs up...  FRANKENSTEINER~!  NO!!!  ALLISTER MANAGES TO GRAB ON TO THE ROPES AND KAMAURA CRASHES AND BURNS!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King sees his chance and stands himself up on the top turnbuckles...  He looks kinda wobbly up there...  I think he's still not fully recovered after being hit by the champ's finisher...  ALLISTER KING SLIPS AND FALLS TO THE OUTSIDE HITTING HIS HEAD FIRST ON THE STEEL STEPS BEFORE CRUMPLING INTO THE GROUND!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Holy shit indeed!  I think Allister just knocked himself out and busted himself open in the process!  Ray is starting to stir inside the ring...  He looks around and realizes Allister is outside.  The champ takes a moment to regain his bearings then heads out after Allister."

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura doesn't understand what happened but he sees the challenger unconscious outside the ring.  He shrugs his shoulders and goes for a cover!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "ALLISTER KING MANAGES TO GET HIS SHOULDER UP!"

Brad Blood:  "How is that even possible?!  It's like his body just moved on it's own.  I think Allister is running on his instinct alone!  I mean I don't think he's even conscious at this point!"

Jim Jackson:  "I think you are right Brad, all the experience Allister King has mustered in all his years in wrestling must have moved his body on it's own.  Ray Kamaura grabs King and drags him to the steel steps...  He starts slamming Allister's head into the unforgiving steel!  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  The King of Fools slump lifeless into the ground...  Kamaura goes for the cover..."

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

Brad Blood:  "AMAZING!  Allister still manages to somehow get his shoulder up!  What can Ray do to get a third pinfall and the lead here in this ironman match?   Wait...  Ray is dragging Allister over here...  He just hoisted Allister into our announce table!  We better clear out Jim...   This is getting too close for comfort...  Ray also climbs up to the table..."

Jim Jackson:  "The champ hauls Allister King up for a powerbomb...  If this connects...  WAIT~!  Allister King somehow regains a trickle of consciousness and is fighting back!  He's desperately raining fists down on the Ray Kamaura's head!  Kamaura starts to stagger...  Allister leaps over Ray and lands behind him...   REVERSE NECKBREAKER!  Ray Kamaura is laid out on the table!  Wait, where's King going?"

Brad Blood:  "He's climbing up to the top turnbuckle!  I see where this is going...  This is crazy...  Allister is going to kill himself just to get at Ray...  ALLISTER LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND CRASHES RIGHT INTO RAY!!!  THE ANNOUNCE TABLE COLLAPSES DUE TO THE FORCE OF THE IMPACT!!!  THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King is barely moving but he manages to drape his arms over the champ's body!  Will he get the three?!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "AND HE DOES IT!  HE GETS THE THREE COUNT!  ALLISTER KING IS NOW LEADING WITH THREE WINS OVER TWO!"

Brad Blood:  "But look at the toll it has taken on his body...  To go to such an extent, this shows us how serious Allister King is about this match,  I mean sure, we are familiar with his antics when he's drunk or high, but we have to give him credit when it comes to how much he's willing to sacrifice for the top gold here in RoC!  Allister is starting to stir...  He manages to pull himself up...  Wait what's he doing?"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King is stumbling away from Ray Kamaura...  With a one point lead over the champ, I think Allister is going to keep his distance from Ray and try to run away the rest of the match!  I mean, there's no rule against it but..."

Brad Blood:  "But nothing.  At this point in the match, Allister is not sure his body can hold up, instead of risking and losing the lead he has, he's doing the smart thing and keeping his distance from Ray!  Allister manages to enter back into the ring and slumps in the farthest corner catching his breath.  Ray seems to be stirring now..."

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura somehow pulls himself back up to his feet...  He looks on the scoreboard and sees himself down a point!  Kamaura spots Allister King resting inside the ring...  He staggers towards the apron and pulls himself up...  Kamaura enters the ring...  And Allister quickly hightails it!  The Jester of the Ring slips out of the ring and back outside avoiding the champ!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister is climbing over the steel barricades and into the crowd!  Ray realizes what Allister is doing and quickly follows suit!  It's a cat and mouse game as Allister tries to run away from the champ!  Ray hops over the steel barricades but Allister is quite a distance away!"

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura picks up the pace to try to get to Allister King...  King starts grabbing the chairs from the crowd and starts throwing them towards Kamaura!  The crowd disperses quickly before they get caught in the crossfire!  Allister continues to chuck chairs towards Ray Kamaura's general direction!  Kamaura picks up a chair himself and uses it to swat the chairs flying towards him!"

Brad Blood:  "RUN ALLISTER RUN!  Ray is slowly gaining some ground as he ducks the last chair Allister threw at him...  Allister goes for another chair but Ray has caught up to him!  Kamaura slams the chair right on Allister who barely blocks it with a chair of his own!  Big boot by Ray sends Allister sprawling!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King uses this chance to quickly crawl away!  Ray Kamaura gives chase!  King sensing the danger makes a run for it and leaps over the steel barricades!  King's foot trips on the steel barricades and he falls on his face!  Kamaura leaps over the steel barricade and finally catches up to Allister King!"

Brad Blood:  "Kamaura finally gets his hands on Allister's foot...  Wait!  What is Allister doing?  He's undoing his laces!  Allister slips his foot free from his boot as Ray stumbles backwards!  Allister begins to run away again!  Ray throws the boot down and gives chase!  Allister is pulling every trick he knows out of his ass to maintain his lead!"

Jim Jackson:  "Allister King scampers around the ring as the champ gives chase...  King reaches his boot on the ground, he grabs it and throws it right into Ray Kamaura's face!  BULLSEYE!  Kamaura staggers a bit and Allister uses this chance to slide back into the ring!  Kamaura leaps to the apron...  Dropkick by Allister King sends the champ off the apron and into the steel railings!"

Brad Blood:  "Instead of following through, Allister quickly creates more distance between him and the champ...  He looks at the clock and there's still eleven minutes left on it!  Kamaura shakes it off and begins to enter the ring again...  Ray leaps up to the apron...  AND ALLISTER JUST THREW HIS OTHER BOOT RIGHT INTO RAY'S FACE!"

Jim Jackson:  "The champ loses his balance and falls to the outside again!  Desperation has set in on Allister King as he tries to maintain his one point lead over Ray Kamaura.  Kamaura shakes off the cobwebs and again ascends to the apron...  With no more boots left to throw, Allister King quickly exits the ring from the opposite side!"

Brad Blood:  "Ray quickly gives chase but Allister slips under the ring apron!  Ray looks around outside realizing that he can't afford to waste any more time.  He lifts open the ring apron...  Allister slips out the opposite side!  Ray quickly chases but Allister once again slips back under the apron!"

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura stops himself, instead of running to where Allister King disappeared under he returns to his previous position...  Allister's head just popped out from under the apron and this time Kamaura is there waiting!  He stomps on King's head stunning him!  Ray Kamaura pulls The King of Fools out from under the ring...  Uranage takes King down!  Allister King staggers to his feet...  Kamaura catches him and sends him to the ground with a body slam!  Leg drop by Kamaura followed by a cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Allister manages to get a shoulder up!  With still nine minutes left of the clock, Allister's number may be up!  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!  Kamaura hits another Better Luck Next Time!  Allister is down!  But Ray isn't done!  He picks Allister up and slams him into the ring post before hitting a scoop slam into the steel steps!  Kamaura for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

Jim Jackson:  "And with eight minutes left on the clock the score is now tied at three!  Both men are really spent right now...  Ray Kamaura grabs the challenger's legs...  He's going for a submission!  Boston crab attempt...  NO!  Allister King is able to wrench himself free somehow!  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. Allister spins around a few times before breaking his opponent with a brainbuster. Allister refuses to let go and wraps his legs around Ray Kamaura and tightens the grip he has on their head with a guillotine choke...  HE'S LOCKED IN HIS FINISHER!!!  Will Ray tap to Allister's Hail to the King?!"

Brad Blood:  "Wait...  Ray is fighting against Allister's submission attempt...  Before he gets choked out, Ray somehow pulls himself up to his feet...  Allister still has his arms around Ray's neck...  Ray slams Allister's back into the steel barricades!  Allister's grip loosens!  Ray pops his head free!  He shoves Allister off of him!  Lariat attempt by Ray...  Allister ducks!"

Jim Jackson:  "Enzuigiri out of nowhere by Allister King rocks the champ!  Irish whip sends Ray Kamaura into the steel barricades!  King staggers towards the Kamaura...  Kamaura rises back to his feet...  He intercepts Allister King with a back elbow!  Allister staggers out into the ramp.  Ray staggers after him!"

Brad Blood:  "Both men start brawling upwards the ramp!  Both throwing punches at each other trying to knock the other out...  Looking at them, they are running on fumes at this point..."

Jim Jackson:  "And there's still seven minutes left on the clock...  Both men have now reached the top of the ramp!  They are still trading blows...  Oh!  Huge uppercut by Ray Kamaura sends Allister King stumbling into the tunnel!  Kamaura lunges in after him!  The cameras are now following the action backstage!"

Brad Blood:  "Irish whip by Allister sends the champ crashing into some crates!  Allister grabs some lighting equipment and tips them over at Ray!  Ray barely dodges the lights as they come crashing down on him.   Allister King throws a kick but Kamaura catches his leg and charges forward!  He slams King right into a vending machine prompting it to release a soda!"

Jim Jackson:  "Double ear slap by Allister King stuns the champ!  King grabs the soda from the vending machine and gives it a shake...  He opens it and sprays the soda right into Ray Kamaura's eyes then slams the empty can into the champ's head!  As the champ staggers about, Allister grabs a potted plant and swings it into Kamaura's head!  Kamaura goes down!  Allister goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Ray gets a shoulder up before the three!  Frustration is now etched on Allister's face as time is slowly running out...  Allister looks for something he can use as a weapon...  He spots an intern!  He grabs the intern and throws him into Ray!!!  That's a lawsuit waiting to happen!"

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura somehow catches the intern and sets him down.   Allister King blasts him right on the chin with another Hadoukick!  Kamaura falls to one knee...  Shining wizard by King connects!  Ray goes down!  King goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Ray still manages to get a shoulder up!  Allister pounds his fists on the ground...  He gets up and starts kicking away at Ray's ribs...  Wait!  Kamaura catches Allister's leg and uses it to pull himself up...  Allister tries an enzuigiri but Ray ducks down low and takes Allister down with a dragon legscrew!"

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura tries to pull the vending machine down on top of Allister King....  King somehow manages to roll away at the last second before getting crushed by the vending machine!  King rises back to his feet.  Kamaura charges in for a spear attempt...  Allister King dodges and Kamaura hits the snack table!"

Brad Blood:  "Allister grabs a donut from the ground and dusts it...  He shoves it in his mouth and eats it!  Ray gets back to his feet and charges towards Allister...  He tackles The King of Fools and sends him flying through the door leading to the parking area!"

Jim Jackson:  "And now as the clock winds down both men have brought their battle into the car park!  Ray Kamaura grabs Allister King and Irish whips him into a sedan!  Kamaura charges in...  King quickly opens the car door and slams it into Kamaura's face!  Big knee by Allister King sends Kamaura reeling to the hood...  Allister climbs up the car and leaps...  Double footstomp misses as Ray manages to slip away!"

Brad Blood:  "Leg trip by Ray sends Allister crashing to the hood back first!  Double axe handle misses as Allister slides away at the last second!  Allister grabs the champ's head and slams it into the car hood!  I really hope whoever owns that car has insurance..."

Jim Jackson:  "Uh...  Brad...  I think that's your car..."

Brad Blood:  "No, that's not my...  Oh... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~!"

Jim Jackson:  "Both men start grappling trying to get the better of each other...   Whoever gets the upperhand in this may determine the winner of this fight as the clock winds down...  Both Ray Kamaura and Allister King are giving their all trying to out grapple one another..."

Brad Blood:  "SONNUVACASTRATEDHORNYGOAT!  MY CAR!  THOSE HOOLIGANS!  I STILL HAVE PAYMENTS FOR THAT CAR!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "Wait!  Ray Kamaura has outgrappled Allister King!  He now has King in a headlock...  Allister King tries to pry himself free but Ray has a firm hold around his head...  Both men are struggling as they stumble about...  WAIT!  LOOK OUT!!!"

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!  CRASH~!

Brad Blood:  "OHMAHGAWD!  BOTH MEN STUMBLED RIGHT INTO THE PATH OF A DELIVERY VAN!  BOTH RAY KAMAURA AND ALLISTER KING ARE DOWN ON THE GROUND!  SOMEONE CALL THE PARAMEDICS!  SOMEONE DIAL 911!!!"

Alice Aoi:  "Ladies and gentlemen, due to an unforeseen accident, this match has been declared a draw!"

Jim Jackson:  "Paramedics are rushing to the scene to check up on both Ray Kamaura and Allister King...  There is no winner tonight and let us all hope that both Ray and Allister will come out of this accident alive...  We'll update everyone on the status of both Ray and Allister as we get more info..."

Brad Blood:  "I want to say it serves them right for wrecking my car but it's a little inappropriate right now..."

Jim Jackson:  "You think?"






Jim Jackson:  "Ladies and gentlemen, after the events that happened tonight, it seems that the status of both Allister King and Ray Kamaura are still unknown...  Let us all pray for both of them and hope that their injuries are not severe."

Brad Blood:  "Well other that that hoopla in the main event, the whole show came out without a hitch...  In fact even with that, the show was still actually totally kick-ass awesome!"

Jim Jackson:  "Forgive the insensitivity of my partner, again I call for your prayers and well wishes for both Allister King and Ray Kamaura as we sign off tonight.  Until next week, good fight and good night!"



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