Chaos Supreme 02/21/2016

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Chaos Supreme 02/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:13 am



VS

Jim Jackson: "Tonight's dark match is sure be interesting as once again the twins sisters of doom do battle. Nao Fook Yu and Nao Fook Mi, sibling rivalry has always been known but Fook Yu takes it to a whole new level. May it be jealousy or just spite, She has been the thorn in her sisters side for a while now."

Brad Blood: "Fook Mi was holding them back, Yu is destined for greatness but her stupid goody two shoes twin was always the weak link. Now that the cord has been severed, Her reign shall be upon us soon. Fuck You Fook Mi! Long live Fook Yu!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, hailing from Shichuan, China, ... NAO FOOK MI!!!"

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

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

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "And right off the bat, Fook Yu hits a near picture perfect dropkick. She follows up with another, and a roundhouse kick, finally she springs off the ropes and attempts with a lionsault but Fook Mi gets the knees up. A kick connects right to the side of the head drops the evil twin."

Brad Blood: "Well that evil twin just hit a legsweep to regain control. She runs in for a lariat but Fook Mi ducks. Pele Kick! That shot staggers Yu. Jumping neckbreaker by Mi. She goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!"

Jim Jackson: "Not wasting any movement, Fook Mi turns the kickout attempt into an armbar and begins to wrench back on the arm. Yu manages to escape the hold. Running knee to the gut followed up by a springboard bulldog on Mi."

Brad Blood: "Elbow drop to the back followed up by a surfboard stretch. Mi is struggling to escape but reaches the ropes with her foot. The ref forces the break. Yu whips Mi into the ropes but the hip toss attempt is countered into an arm drag. that sends her out of the ring."

Jim Jackson: "Fook Mi is signalling to the crowd as she runs and leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive. OH! She had too much force behind it and both women go flying over the barricade."

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

Brad Blood: "They are struggling to get to their feet before the count. Cactus clothesline over the barricade and both land head first on the floor!"

Jack B. Nimble: "Five! ... Six! ... Seven! ... Eight! ... Nine!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi gets to her feet and tries to get back into the ring. Fook Yu grabs the leg and refuses to let go!"

Jack B. Nimble: "TEN!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "Due to a Double countout, this match is a no contest!"

Jim Jackson: "Not happy with the decision, They continue to brawl on the outside. The fight is spilling into the crowd. Security is trying to separate the two but it's no good as they break free and continue to fight."

Brad Blood: "Let them fight! It's only natural. They finally manage to restrain the two and the crowd isn't too happy about it. Both of these women wanted to outshine the other to prove that they deserve the spotlight. With a double countout, how will this change the paths they walk?"








Jim Jackson: "Good evening and welcome to Chaos Supreme, tonight we have a great card for everyone, including a title match for the main event! From seeing the new talent Tyler Norton take on Shadow Callahan to the continuation of the feud between The Slayers and The Southern Gents, we have it all tonight. Joining me here at ringside is Brad Blood."

Jim Jackson: "Thanks for the intro Jimbo, the main concern we have is actually Entropy! I heard that he's been contained somewhere in the building but his rampage has left a lot of areas in the complex in ruins, though if I'm not mistaken, there are rumors that Lee Morrison has a plan to address this issue."

Jim Jackson: "I'm sure he has, this also explains the extra security personnel we have around the building, a precaution against the unexpected. But enough talking, I'm sure our fans are ready and eager to see things get rolling... So without any further ado... IT'S TIME TO LET CHAOS REIGN SUPREME!"






The lights go dark as "Shattered" by The Rolling Stones starts playing on the speakers as a mist rises from the top of the dimly lit entrance ramp. Walking through the mist with a steel pipe in hand, Lexi Thorne walks down the entrance ramp cockily as the crowd boo loudly. Ignoring the crowd, Lexi enters the ring and asks for a mic.

Lexi Thorne: "I have to hand it to you Cecilia... You did something that no one else ever did... You really really really pissed me off beyond belief. You think you are safe because of that thug you hired? Think again Cecilia, nothing can protect you now that you are in my cross-hairs... Having that hireling only proves one thing... You are WEAK! You need someone else to fight your battles for you... But guess what, that thug you have is a mere inconvenience, an inconvenience that I plan to address tonight."

Lexi swings the steel pipe and points it towards the entrance tunnel.

Lexi Thorne: "Why don't you come out Cecilia? I know you are watching right now, come out and bring your dog out with you!"

Lexi waits for Cecilia Christiansen to answer her as the crowd looks on.


Cecilia Christiansen: "Lexi, Lexi, Lexi."

Cecilia walks out to the top of the entrance ramp with a microphone in one hand and her parasol in the other. Beside her stands the masked ally, who is not wearing her mask tonight. Instead, she's wearing a cloak with the hood pulled down low to cover her face. Cecilia smiles and twirls her parasol before continuing to speak.

Cecilia Christiansen: "You really never fall to capture my attention. I admit, I'm quite captivated by your personality. So what is it that you want now? Last show, I gave you exactly what you wanted -- a fight. You lost, I won."

Cecilia laughs lightly at the taunt before continuing to smile down at Lexi.

Cecilia Christiansen: "You seem to want and want and want, but you are not willing to give anything in return. Well, I don't really mind so long as you keep entertaining me. What is it that you'd like tonight, Lexi? Pray tell me so that I may once again grant you your wish."

Giving another giggle, Cecilia lowers the microphone as she awaits Lexi's request.


Before Cecilia can respond, her mysterious ally pulls off her cloak, revealing herself to the crowd much to Cecilia's suprise. Swinging the cloak onto a shoulder, Erika reaches out and pulls the microphone of out Cecilia's hand, causing Cecilia to grimace in pain. As the mystery woman brings the microphone to her lips, Cecilia can be seen in the background rubbing her wrist with a sullen expression.

Erika Sonozaki: "Enough of this! I don't know what is behind Cecilia's fascination with you, but this has gone on long enough. Lexi, you want Cecilia's games to end? That's fine with me. If you want me in that ring here tonight, than that is what you'll get. I'm sick of your threats and your arrogance. I plan on ending this tonight, so here are terms. If I win, you have to do whatever Cecilia wants. If you should happen to win, then you can have Cecilia in a match next show."

Cecilia reaches out and tries to stop her ally, but she is merely brushed off by the larger woman.

Erika Sonozaki: "My name is Erika Sonozaki, and tonight, I'm going to give you a rude awakening on your place in this world as punishment for wasting my time."

Erika thrusts the microphone back to Cecilia before crossing her arms with a look of annoyance.


Hiding her mirth of her challenge being accepted by feigning annoyance, Lexi Thorne then proceeds to wave her finger at Erika as she replies.

Lexi Thorne: "Tsk tsk tsk... The only rude awakening happening tonight is when my fists meets your face."

Lexi Thorne throws a straight punch towards Cecilia and Erika's general direction.

Lexi Thorne: "You want to put me in my place? Well dreamers can always dream can't they? I do not know what illusion you are living under but I'd be happy to shatter it and shove every piece down your throat... And once I'm done with you, I'm going after our little princess over there..."

Once again Lexi lowers the steel pipe and points it at Cecilia before laughing out loud and exiting the ring. Instead of heading back up the ramp, Lexi makes her exit through the crowd while making sure not to break eye contact with Cecilia.






Oriental music starts playing on the background as smoke covers the mouth of the entrance tunnel. Out leaps Nao Fook Mi, she’s wearing a short cheongsam and quickly makes her way down entrance ramp and enters the ring as the crowd start cheering. Grabbing a mic, begins to say her piece...

Nao Fook Mi: "It's good to be back here in Ring of Chaos! I've missed everyone!"

The crowd once again applaud showing their approval.

Nao Fook Mi: "Now I have a reason why I came out here tonight... Now that I have made my triumphant return, I would want to seal the deal by winning the RoC Women's Title!"

Once again the crowd breaks into applause.

Nao Fook Mi: "So if you are listening to me Samantha King, come out and accept my challenge! I want that title around your waist and I think it's about damn time I do something to make that happen."

The crowd begins to chant the oriental beauty's name.

Crowd: "FOOK MI! FOOK MI! FOOK MI!"

Nao Fook Mi: "So what do you say Samantha? Are you ready for your first title defense? It has been a long road here in Ring of Chaos for the both of us, and it does seem that you've reached your destination sooner than I did but I do feel that my own journey is also about to come to an end. Of course it would be unfortunate for you when that happens because it could only mean one thing... And that is that Ring of Chaos will have a NEW ROC WOMEN'S CHAMPION! So let's do this Samantha... Whether I win or lose, I'm sure we will tear the house down and usher in a new era in women's wrestling here in RoC."

Nao Fook Mi waits to see if Samantha King would answer her call.


Nao Fook Yu: "Whoa whoa WHOAAAA~!"

The crowd's attention turn towards the sound of the familiar voice, Nao Fook Yu is seen walking through the crowd with a mic in hand...

Nao Fook Yu: "What makes you think you are more deserving than me dear sister? No... I deserve a title shot just as much as you do, maybe even more!"

The crowd start to boo loudly which annoys Fook Yu.

Nao Fook Yu: "Oh shut it, you all know what I say is true. My sister over there couldn't have accomplished anything without my help... Without me, she would have never won the RoC Tag Team titles. It's always me, the older twin who bails her ass out."

The crowd continues to boo loudly, clearly disagreeing with Fook Yu. Fook Yu ignores them this time as she leaps over the steel railings and unto the apron. Entering the ring she walks towards her sister.

Nao Fook Yu: "You want that title match, I want that title match... Now of course we could battle for a title shot but that's been done before... So why not both of us fight Samantha for the RoC Women's Title in a THREE-WAY ELIMINATION match?"

This time the crowd reacts positively to the suggestion... Fook Yu turns her attention to the entrance tunnel..

Nao Fook Yu: "So what do you say to that Samantha? Come out and accept our challenge, unless you're afraid to lose that belt and prefer to nurse that retard of a husband of yours instead."

The crowd looks on excitedly hoping to see Samantha King come out to accept the challenge.


Samantha King: "Hey, the fuck you say about my husband?"

Samantha makes her way out

Samantha King: "Listen you sad lonely skank, you can say all you want about me but leave my family out of it. Or maybe it's just your jealousy talking since I have the belt and a hamster while you are doomed to a life of solitude and 20 cats."

She adjusts the belt on her shoulder

Samantha King: "Now Fook Mi, I have nothing against you, you are a good person but I simply can't stand your bitch of a twin. I would be happy to defend my title against you whenever. So your sister doesn't like you having the spotlight so he shows up to insert herself into a match that is rightfully yours. So if it is ok with you, I would like up the ante."

Sammie smiles

Samantha King: "How about this? For the ROC women's championship, Yu, Mi, and Me will fight inside a steel cage. What do you think? I'm sure the boss would be happy to set it up on the next show. Now I'll take my leave and allow you two to bicker amongst yourself. I have things I need to do."

She drops the microphone and heads backstage.






Erika Sonozaki strolls into the locker room followed by Cecilia. As soon as both members and inside, Cecilia turns and closes the door before spinning around to face Erika.

Cecilia Christiansen: "What the hell was that? We had a plan! We had an agreement! You were not to reveal yourself! You were not to engage Lexi, and more importantly, you are not to injure Lexi! Are you listening to me?"

Seemingly ignoring Cecilia, Erika flops onto a couch before yawning and stretching out. Still ignoring Cecilia, Erika reaches down and picks up a tokkuri and a sakazuki. Holding the flask by the narrow neck, Erika pours some sake into the sakazuki before setting the flask back down onto the floor. After taking a small drink, Erika finally returns Cecilia's gaze.

Erika Sonozaki: "Your plan was taking too long and your little games bore me. Besides, Lexi is really starting to annoy me with her bravado. And on top of that, she continues to insult you. It is time that she faced her punishment."

Erika waves her free hand back and forth as she sinks into the couch.

Erika Sonozaki: "The sooner this is over the sooner I can get back to enjoying myself."


Agitated, Cecilia stomps her foot down.

Cecilia Christiansen: "That's all you do! You drink and loaf about! You come from a good household, but you do not act like it. If there is any excuse to avoid doing something, you'll find it. Why is it so hard for you to act in a way befitting of someone of your status?"

Cecilia blows out a breath and puts a hang to her head. After taking a moment, she looks again at her friend.

Cecilia Christiansen: "Just tell me why it is that you refuse to do anything but drink. You really can't blame me for pursuing Lexi when you act like this... at least she's a woman of action."


Erika waves the flash of sake in the air, having just refilled her sakazuki.

Erika Sonozaki: "I've worked more than enough in my life. I've made my wealth and I continue to make more. It's time I finally catch up on all the fun I should have had while growing up."

After returning the flask to the floor, Erika takes a small drink of the sake. Enjoying the flavor, Erika lets out a content sigh.

Erika Sonozaki: "You can't bloom in life without tasty drinks."

Refocusing her gaze to Cecilia, Erika continues to speak.

Erika Sonozaki: "You know full well that I disliked living in that household. Money alone does not equate to happiness, especially for a child. Perhaps my family understood that once I was gone... I've lived a life few should live, so will you stop badgering me about my drinking?

After taking another sip of sake, Erika gives Cecilia as strong of a look as she can muster in her current inebriated state.

Erika Sonozaki: "Tonight I show you what a "woman of action" really looks like when I beat Lexi like the dog she is before handing you your precious little pet."


Cecilia Christiansen: "Oh cut the "woe is me" act! You always go on and on about how proud you are of your dubious past! I swear, nobody has a bigger ego than..."

Cecilia stops as a puzzled look crosses her face. After a brief moment, she smiles at Erika.

Cecilia Christiansen: "Are you perhaps... jealous of Lexi?"


After blinking a few times, Erika bursts out in laughter.

Erika Sonozaki: "That's a good one! I'm jealous of no one, especially not a rejected gang member. You're free to waste your time playing with whomever you wish. And if it gets you off of my back for a bit, I surely won't make a complaint."

After pausing to take another sip of her sake, Erika continues speaking with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

Erika Sonozaki: "If you're not going to drink with me, then I suggest ya stop nagging me; I want to drink in peace. And let me stop ya before ya say something about how I should "take Lexi more seriously", because I'm sure I'll sober up a bit before my match... maybe."

As Erika dazedly takes another sip of her sake, Cecilia shakes her head before storming out of the room and leaving the drunk alone with her sake.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 02/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:40 am



VS

Jim Jackson:  "Lexi Thorne has been on a rant against Cecilia Christiansen and her friend whom we found out today is named Erika Sonozaki.  Well Erika finally had enough of Lexi's rant and accepted her challenge for a fight."

Brad Blood:  "Well we know what Lexi can do, but Erika is still a mystery to us, is she all talk or can she back it up?  I guess we'll find out soon."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 202 pounds, hailing from Shirakawa, Gifu, Japan, The Demon of Skirakawa...  ERIKA SONOZAKI!!!"

"Higurashi no Naku Koro ni" sung by Eiko Shimamiya begins playing throughout the arena as Erika Sonozaki steps out onto the entrance way flanked by Cecilia Christiansen.  In her hand is a sakazuki containing some liquor, which she casually takes a drink of before handing the sakazuki to Cecilia.  After rubbing the back of her neck with a hand and sighing, Erika walks down to the ring.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 185 pounds, hailing from Brooklyn, New York...  LEXI THORNE!!!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "The bell rings and Lexi Thorne charges in and starts throwing a flurry of punches!  Erika Sonozaki blocks them easily and it seems like she's bored!  Sonozaki fakes a yawn to taunt Thorne some more...  Lexi loses it and now starts throwing kicks!  Erika dodges a high kick attempt and takes Thorne down with a big lariat!  Lexi rolls back to her feet.  Big knee by The Demon of Shirakawa but Lexi manages to bring her arms up to block it!  Erika begins her onslaught and begins throwing big rights towards Lexi Thorne...  Lexi manages to get her arms up blocking the blows but the strength and force of the punches from Erika is sending her back...  Without realizing it, she's now backed into the corner!  Big uppercut by Sonozaki cuts through Lexi's defense!  Thorne is stunned!  Sonozaki distances herself...  Running big boot..."

Brad Blood:  "No!  Lexi dodges at the last second and manages to grab on to Erika's leg!  Dragon legscrew takes Erika down!  Lexi doesn't let go of the leg...  She's going for a sharpshooter!  Sharpshooter locked in!  But wait!  Sonozaki is using her superior strength and size to power out of the submission!  SHE MAKES IT!  What a monster!  She really does deserve to be called The Demon of Shirakawa!  Lexi manages a punt to the side of Erika's head stunning the bigger woman."

Jim Jackson:  "Not letting this chance pass, Lexi Thorne goes for a Fujiwara armbar!  With her superior technical skills Lexi could wear down the much bigger and powerful Erika Sonozaki...  The submission is locked in!  Erika reaches for the ropes...  She's almost there...  A final lunge and Erika makes it!  But Lexi is not letting go!  The ref begins to count!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Classic Lexi tactic, to maximize the five count doing more damage to the arm of her opponents.  Lexi quickly gets back to her feet with a smirk on her face...  Erika rotates her shoulders around trying to loosen it after the submission attempt by Lexi...  The former champ taunts Erika to come over but she's not biting...  Erika cautiously circles around Lexi...  Lexi shoots for the legs!  Double leg takedown!  She has Erika on the mat!  Muta lock attempt by Lexi!  SHE LOCKS IT IN!  We can see the strain in Erika's face as Lexi applies the pressure!  Sonozaki once again reaches for the ropes...  She makes it!  Once again Lexi employs the same tactic and doesn't let go!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Just like that Lexi Thorne has found a way to neutralize the bigger Demon of Shirakawa...  Using her superior ground game, Lexi has taken control of the match.  A few kicks to the ribs keeps Erika Sonozaki on the ground...  Thorne shows her disrespect by slapping Erika a couple of times on the face.  Erika tries to pull herself up but Lexi is already on the move!  She grabs Sonozaki's arm and locks her leg around...  Triangle choke!  Triangle choke is locked in!  Sonozaki is caught and...  WAIT!!!  The Demon of Shirakawa just lifted Lexi Thorne off the ground while the submission is still locked in...  POWERBOMB!  Erika Sonozaki just powerbombed Lexi into the canvas making her release her hold by a brilliant counter!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Holy shit indeed!  Looks like Lexi is still flat on her back!  She may have knocked Lexi out with that powerbomb!  Erika goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Lexi manages to get a shoulder up at two!  Looks like it would take more to put down the former champ.  Erika is favoring her shoulder while stomping away at Lexi.  That way, she actually recovers a bit while keeping Lexi down."

Jim Jackson:  "Erika Sonozoki lifts Lexi Thorne into a fireman's carry before throwing them into the air.  As Lexi Thorne lands on her feet, Erika catches her on the jaw with a superkick!  Demon's Strike connects!  Thorne crumples to the canvas.  This may be it!  Sonozaki for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Nooo!  Lexi manages to get a shoulder up!  Erika sneaks a couple of shots in before getting back up to her feet.  She drags Lexi to the corner resting her head on the bottom turnbuckle and starts choking her with her foot!  The ref begins to count!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "The Demon of Shirakawa boots Lexi Thorne on the chest once more for good measure.  Thorne rolls to the apron clutching her chest.  Erika Sonozaki walks over and grabs Lexi by the hair pulling her up...  Whoa!  Uppercut from Thorne stuns Sonozaki!  Erika shrugs it off and turns around...  Jawbreaker right into the top rope from the apron!  Sonozaki's neck bounces off the top rope and she falls to the canvas!  Lexi Thorne slips behind her opponent then locks her arms around her opponent's neck and then brings her opponent down to the canvas before locking both legs in a body scissor from behind and tightening her arms cutting off her opponent's air supply executing an excruciating Be-thorned!  The submission is locked in!  Erika Sonozaki is trying to break free!  She may get choked out!"

Brad Blood:  "Wait!  Erika's hand is near the ropes...  Her fingers reaches out...  She makes it!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Again Lexi utilizes the five count to her advantage.  Erika gets back to her feet but is still gasping for air...  Irish whip by Lexi sends her crashing to the opposite corner hard.  Lexi comes charging in...  Running knee smashes into Sonozaki's chest and she slumps to the canvas with her head resting on the bottom turnbuckle.   Lexi Thorne sees her opponent laying in the corner, she charges in and leaps up in the air before landing and stomping away on her opponent's chest multiple times while clinging on to the top rope executing a rib-cracking Rain of Thornes!  She just stomped the air out of Erika's lungs!  Thorne drags Sonozaki to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Jim Jackson:  "Erika Sonozaki kicks out at the last moment!  Lexi Thorne puts Sonozaki's head in a side headlock and continues her onslaught with brutal punches.  Lexi is going for a submission once more...  She grabs Erika's leg and proceeds to put it in an ankle lock!  Sonozaki is struggling with all her might...  She flips herself over and uses her other leg to kick Thorne off of her!  Lexi staggers to the corner...  Erika Sonozaki pulls herself up, Lexi comes charging in...  Thorne eats a spinning back elbow!  Erika Sonozaki lifts Lexi Thorne into an electric chair before tossing her into the air.  Erika quickly spins around, catches the falling opponent, and drives Thorne into the mat while dropping to a sitting position...  DEMON'S FATE!!!  That shook the ring!  Both shoulders are down!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Once again Lexi manages to stay in the game!  She's showing us why she was the women's champ!  Other lesser wrestlers would have already fallen to that move.  Sonozaki pulls Lexi back up to her feet...  Irish whip sends her to the ropes...  Spinebuster!  Lexi hits the canvas hard!  Erika hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Somehow Lexi Thorne still manages to kick out!  The Demon of Shirakawa looks surprised!  Erika Sonozaki pulls Lexi back up and gets her back...  Back suplex attempt...  No!  Thorne counters with a series of elbows followed by a mule kick!  Vertical suplex attempt by Thorne...  No!  Blocked by Erika!  Erika tries to counter with her own...  No!  Lexi hooks her leg on the bottom rope and saves herself from the suplex, she quickly counters with a DDT planting Erika's head onto the mat!   Fist drop by Thorne!  She goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Erika gets a shoulder up and staggers back to her feet...  Lexi with a leg trip quickly rolls her back up!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Erika kicks out!  Lexi bounces off the ropes and connects with a running knee to Sonozaki's back!  She pulls Erika up, northern lights suplex...  Both shoulders are down!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Erika Sonozaki still manages to kick out!  Frustration is now seen in Lexi Thorne's face as she slams both palms on the canvas!  What a match this is turning out to be and the fans know it!  They are shouting their appreciation."

Crowd:  "THIS IS WRESTLING!  THIS IS WRESTLING!"

Jim Jackson:  "Lexi Thorne pulls Erika Sonozaki back up to her feet...  Irish whip sends her crashing to the corner hard!  Thorne charges in...  Sonozaki leaps out of the way and Lexi spears the ring post!  The Demon of Shirakawa pulls Lexi out and sets her up...  Piledriver!  She just drilled Thorne into the canvas!  Sonozaki hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Ooh!  So close but Lexi still manages to kick out!  Sonozaki is confirming with the ref that it's not a three count yet.  Thorne tries to crawl away...  Erika spots her and quickly grabs her by the hair pulling her up!  Sonozaki hoists Lexi up for a power slam...  That shook the ring!  Erika Sonozaki covers for the three..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Lexi Thorne saves herself from a loss by getting a foot on the bottom rope!  Great in-ring awareness by the former champ.  Erika Sonozaki pulls Lexi up and sends her to the ropes with an Irish whip...  Thorne manages to grab on to the top rope and stops herself from bouncing back!  Sonozaki charges in...  Lexi Thorne gets her feet up while clinging to the top rope and The Demon of Shirakawa eats her boot!  Erika staggers around, Thorne attacks from behind with a running forearm!  Sonozaki staggers right back into Lexi's arms who rolls her up in a school boy!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Once again Erika kicks out before the three count!   Running knee by Lexi connects to Erika's face!  Lexi follows up with a  a leg drop but she's still not done...  Lexi is signalling for her finisher!  Lexi Thorne puts her opponent's head between her legs in a figure four and locks her legs around her opponent's neck...  No!  Sonozaki pulls Thorne's leg off of her before it gets locked in.  Erika battles back to her feet...  Stiff chops sends Lexi staggering back!  Big Mongolian chop and Lexi is down!"

Jim Jackson:  "Lexi Thorne crawls to the corner and clings to the ropes using it to pull herself up...  Erika Sonozaki comes charging in...  THORNE PULLS THE REFEREE AND SONOZAKI COLLIDES WITH HIM!  The referee is down and so is Sonozaki!  Without the ref, Lexi slips out of the ring and looks under the ring...  She pulls out her favorite weapon, a steel pipe!   Lexi Thorne rolls back into the ring with the steel pipe...  The referee is still out...  Lexi is stalking Sonozaki..."

Brad Blood:  "WAIT!  LOOK!  IT'S CECILIA CHRISTIANSEN!  CECILIA RUNS INTO THE RING AND PULLS THE STEEL PIPE OUT OF LEXI'S HANDS!  Cecilia quickly slides back out of the ring with Lexi's pipe taunting her!  Lexi leans on the ropes screaming curses towards Cecilia!  She doesn't see Erika has already recovered behind her!"

Jim Jackson:  "Erika Sonozaki lifts Lexi Thorne onto her shoulders and into an Argentine backbreaker rack before pushing Thorne forward and sitting down, driving Lexi head first into the mat...  SHE HIT HER FINISHER DEMONED AWAY ON LEXI THORNE!  Erika goes for the cover!  THE REFEREE IS STILL OUT!  Sonozaki crawls over and tries to wake the referee up!  The referee begins to stir...  Sonozaki once again goes for the cover..."

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

Brad Blood:  "NO!  Erika should have had won it right there and then if the referee wasn't out cold!  Sonozaki is shaking with anger and frustration.  Erika pulls Lexi back up to her feet...  Lexi jabs her fingers into Erika's eyes!  The ref gives Lexi a stern warning but Lexi pushes past him trying to get her paws on Sonozaki..."

Jim Jackson:  "Big uppercut from out of nowhere by Erika Sonozaki!  Lexi Thorne falls to her knees!  Sonozaki boots her in the head!  Erika Sonozaki pulls the sitting Lexi Thorne into an inverted facelock and hooks her near arm.  Pressing her knee into Lexi's back, Erika pulls backwards and up, wrenching Thorne's neck and spine with the Demon's Dream!  Submission is locked in!  Submission is locked in!  Lexi Thorne is in trouble but she's not tapping!"

Brad Blood:  "Lexi has too much pride to tap and because of that pride, she's fading out of consciousness!  The ref looks and checks up on Lexi...  HE'S BRINGING HIS ARMS UP IN A X!  IT'S OVER!  LEXI IS OUT COLD!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by submission, The Demon of Shirakawa...  ERIKA SONOZAKI!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "What a match!  What a match!  Cecilia Christiansen rushes into the ring and hugs an exhausted Erika Sonozaki!  The crowd is cheering in appreciation of a great wrestling match!"

Brad Blood:  "Well now that Lexi lost, she'll have to do what Cecilia wants!  I don't think she'll be happy about tonight's turn of events but a deal is a deal."






~~ The upcoming segment was recorded 3 days ago ~~

We are taken to outside of the RoC’s arena, the city. The lights illuminate the streets as much as the cars’ shiny headlights do; it is clear night. The camera slowly pans around to show the surroundings and then is cut to inside of a small building. We can now hear heavy metal songs being played in the background; the ambient is quite urban and overall messy.

The camera now shows people that seem to be having fun, most of them drinking alcoholic drinks beverages. We see a bar stool and multiple chairs, as well as tables and chairs all around and a jukebox standing next to the pool table. The room is not very crowded; one can claim that there are roughly twenty people spread around, mostly men.

The pool table; however, seems to be the most crowded part of the bar. There are several people surrounding a man. Once the camera man gets closer, we can notice that it is a known member of RoC… Tyler “AK-14” Norton. He is wearing his usual gear which is consisted by black sunglasses, a leather vest, black cargo pants, black boots and black MMA-style gloves.

Tyler notices once the camera man gets closer to him, the man has a pool cue in hands. He points at the camera and the people surrounding him stare at it along with him.


Tyler Norton: “Look at that motherfucker following me around like a bitch-ass… Ey can we have some privacy here?”

People laugh as the camera man slowly backs away. Tyler drops the pool cue and walks toward the camera.

Tyler Norton: “Nah I’m just kidding, bro. It’s all good; the Ring of Chaos roster needs to realize who the fucking star in this damn city is. That’s me! Tyler AK-14 Norton! Come along, man… It’s time to show how the champ parties.”

The people raise their beers now; Tyler grabs the pool cue again and rests it over his shoulder. He strokes his beard and then points at the camera. The song’s volume in the background is slightly increased, though we can still hear people talking clearly. The song is “Balls to the wall” by Accept.

Tyler Norton: “Y’all know who this is, man, the professional ass kicker of this goddamn federation. There is only one, the AK-14.  Five fools stood in my way to become an official wrestler and tell me what the happened… Tell me what the fuck happened!?”

People: “You kicked their asses!”

Tyler Norton: “What!?”

People: “You kicked their motherfuckin’ asses!”

Tyler Norton: “Damn right! One versus five… Tell me someone who had such a dominant debut like the one that I had. Ain’t no one took such high risks like myself, that’s the bottom line! Motherfuckers doubted me; they thought I was just a loud mouth son of a gun… Guess what bitches? Y’all right! I am a big mouth son of a gun but when it’s time to deliver, you can bet yo ass that I will do it! I am the bad guy that puts your stupid little matches to shame!”

The people clap their hands now; Tyler is obviously enjoying the attention. He grabs his beer and drinks it right away. Next, he smashes the can and launches it toward the camera.

Tyler Norton: “I keep my promises too… Y’all want to know what I did with the money that I got as soon as I signed my contract? Take a look around. I’m buying the fucken’ bar! Beers to everyone we gon’ have a party ‘til we cannot walk anymore. WHO IS WITH ME!?”

The camera rotates as everybody in the room lets out a big hurrah, beers raised. Actually, not everybody… One can notice a small group of four men in the back looking very unimpressed. The camera finally gets back to Tyler.

Tyler Norton: “Look, man, it is just a matter of time ‘til I grab the prize of the damn place. The RoC Heavyweight Championship title belt! I ain’t here to fight weak lightweight pussies, hell naw! All you manlet fags can go fuck yourselves outta my ring… This is for real men! I dare you fools to try me… I dare you! I will eat you little bitches alive!”

Tyler now moves to get closer to the camera. We can see the people surrounding him paying attention to his speech as he stares intensely into the camera.

Tyler Norton: “Man, do you want to know what pisses me off? I will tell you what pisses me off… What pisses me off is the fact that the one that supposedly represents this federation is nothing but a coward faggot! Big guy thinks he is tough because he only fights useless pieces of shit! You ain’t got the right to brag unless you defeat me, man!

One-two-three… If you heard that while I’m on my back and you are hooking up one of my legs, then you’re one tough son of a bitch I will give you that.

Man this motherfucka standing at seven feet looking like he is about to tear both legs apart every single time he takes a step thinks he is tough because he is fighting a sixty years old plus sack of has-been-fuckwit! What the fuck is this? This ain’t no freak show! This is wrestling!”


? : “Says the one who fought a guy called diarrhea boy. Haha!”

The voice that echoed around not only interrupts Tyler’s rant, but also makes him feel quite angry. He climbs up the pool table and takes off his leather jacket as he shouts to the whole bar.

Tyler Norton: “Who is the punk-ass that said that, huh? You got the balls to say it right in my face!?”

The camera turns around and focuses a big fat man that gets up of his chair. It is one of the guys that were looking unimpressed earlier. He slowly makes his way to where Tyler is. One can notice that he is slightly drunk by the stumble walk.

? : “Your skinny braggadocio ass talks too much, boy. I was checking that show, my friend… Let me tell you people who are these five ‘tough’ folks that this man fought.”

Tyler lets out a laugh, though we can clearly notice that he is not pleased at all. He grabs a beer can and slowly drinks it as he listens to the fat guy.

? : “Diarrhea boy;
Maximus Orgasmus…
Haha... Excuse me.
Joe Jobber;
The Masked Moron… And some random dude called Xavier Blood.”

The people chuckle now. A shy chuckle, as they don’t want to piss Tyler off; however, it is too late. He lets out a sarcastic smile and points at the fat guy.

Tyler Norton: “Good one, my ‘friend’… Now, your fucking point!?”

? : “My point is… You’s a hypocritical nobody who gotta prove yourself yet. You are just a rookie, boy. Deal with that. Sorry for being rough, though… Maybe this is the drink talking, y’know?”

He laughs and raises up his beer can. Tyler remains serious for a couple of seconds and then reciprocates the action, he laughs too. The people once again let out another shy chuckle. Most of them know Tyler, so they probably know that there is trouble in sight.

Tyler Norton: “Give this man some ovation! He deserves it!”

Silence in the bar except Tyler’s hands clapping and the background song playing. The fat guy seems to be happy now. He lifts the right thumb up and turns around… WHOA! As soon as he does so, Tyler leaps from the pool table and lands right on the back of the fat guy’s neck with his elbow taking him down!

The impact was big enough to destroy one of the tables next to the fat guy. Tyler turns the fallen guy around and mounts him, throwing several punches in his face. The fat guy’s partners get up and make their way to action to aid the friend getting jumped.


Tyler Norton: “YOU STUPID PUNK! SAY SOMETHING FUNNY NOW FAT MOTHERFUCKER”

Tyler keeps punching the guy’s face until the remaining men pushes him away. Most of the people watching that are now frightened; a few of them seem to be grabbing their cellphones to call the police.

One of the foe group seems to be attempting to wake the knocked out friend as the two others advance towards Tyler. One of them grabs him from behind executing a full Nelson hold, while the other throws heavy punches in his face.

Tyler; however, quickly manages to release one of his arms and hit the guy behind him with his elbow. The guy stumbles and backs away, which gives Tyler the opportunity to tackle the guy in the front. Next, he mounts him and delivers another punching combination just like he did to the fat guy.

The other guy interrupts the sequence by hitting Tyler’s head with a glass cup, breaking it into pieces and staggering Norton on the floor. Then, the same guy grabs Tyler by the collar and lifts him up, whipping him on the pool table.

The guy grabs the pool cue as Tyler attempts to remain standing on his feet, still stunned. The people surrounding the bar fight seem to trying to calm the guy down; however, it is useless. The guy lifts up the pool cue and attempts to hit Tyler with it… Tyler manages to dodge the incoming attack and delivers a huge low blow on the poor man, taking him to his knees.  Then, he delivers a savage punch in his face right away, knocking him down.


Tyler Norton: “Talk shit get hit, punk! C’mon! Who’s next! Bring it, motherfuckers! I’m only getting started… See, this is actually good. God is giving me the opportunity to show the one that I will fight in three days what the hell is going to happen to him.”

The final guy who still seems to be trying to wake the fat guy up now gets up. One can easily notice that he is afraid of Tyler, whom aggressively makes his way after him.

Tyler grabs him to lift him up in a Military Press position. Finally, he launches the man on the bar stool, nearly destroying it in multiple pieces. Glasses and tables were broken, the room is a mess. The people just stare at the confident man in the middle of the knocked out fellows, displaying a confident smile as looking to the camera.


Tyler Norton: “It doesn’t matter who the fuck you are… Dammit, you can be the goddamn president of America, talk shit get hit, punk. Simple as that! I was told who I am supposed to fight in three day but I’m too damn dizzy to remember who that is… Nevertheless, the name doesn’t matter. I will do what I was born to do. AK-14 established since eighty seven kicking asses all across the globe! And if you ain't like my attitude I say fuck you!”

The main bartender gets closer to Tyler and shakes his head upon him. They seem to know each other well by the look of his face expression.

Bartender: “For fuck sakes, Tyler… Why do you always have to destroy the damn place ‘cos of your stupid fights?”

Tyler Norton gets face to face with the guy and speaks softly.

Tyler Norton: "Dude... Do you know why they call me AK-14? Pretty sure you do, homeboy. We've been through this before, haven't we?"

The guy sighs as if he knows what is coming next. In fact, by the look of his face, we can even tell that he is thinking "not this shit again". Tyler grabs him by the collar once he speaks.

Tyler Norton: “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 chuckles and pushes the guy away, making his way to the bar stool. He points at the jukebox as soon as “Debonaire” by Dope intro is playing. The bartender can be seen shaking his head as he follows the wrestler to the stool.

Tyler Norton: “Raise the volume, boys! It’s time to get this party started! AK-14 in this biatch!”

The volume is raised and seems like people literally ignored the whole bar fight, getting back to what they were doing. A few of them obviously leave the bar. The camera slowly fades as we can see Tyler grabbing another beer can to celebrate.






KER-RASH!!!

The loud sound of metal smashing against the heavy duty steel doors of the RoC training gym echoes throughout the room as a stationary bike smashes against it falling into a clutter of other smashed up gym equipment. The door creaks and sighs but remains shut, yet it is clear that it will only be a matter of time before it gives. It's a surprise it still held up with the amount of damage it sustained from all the thrashing it took from the monster locked inside... Entropy...

With a mighty roar, Entropy runs towards the door and smashes it with his shoulders, once again the door creaks and shudders but remain barred. Panicked shouts can be heard from the other side as more things are brought in to barricade the gym doors to keep the monster in.

Entropy settles down a bit, breathing heavily as he scans the room. What was once one of the best training facilities for wrestlers had been reduced to nothing but a battered room full of scrap. This was the first time the gargantuan beast took a respite after his initial rampage. All he remembered was seeing Marcus Troy get attacked by Haruki Inoki, as the blood flowed from Troy's skull and he collapsed unconscious, Entropy suddenly only saw the color of crimson. Then as if possessed, he went on a rampage backstage, in a fit of berserker fury, Entropy became the embodiment of his namesake as he wreaked chaos and destruction in his wake. How he ended up barricaded and locked in the gym, he does not remember... All he knows is that he needs to find the man that hurt Marcus Troy... Digging deep, Entropy gives out a loud roar as he screams for his manager and mentor...


Entropy: "FAAAAAAAAAAATHERRRRRRRRRRRRR~!"

With a giant leap he crashes his body once again unto the gym doors... And they hold up... For now...




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VS

Jim Jackson: "It seems that there was some developments backstage... Our cameramen have caught this clip..."

The camera opens up backstage to show Shadow Callahan walking backstage just minding his own business when he hears banging coming for the gym.

Shadow Callahan: "What the?"

His curiosity gets the better of him and he approaches it. The banging continues. He tries to look through the keyhole but suddenly

Entropy: "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!"

He busts through the gym doors, burying shadow beneath them.

Entropy: "FAAAAAAAAAAATHERRRRRRRRRRRRR~!"

Screaming of women are heard as Entropy begins to continue his rampage. Backstage workers are running in fear. When he finally leaves the scene, EMTs check on the condition of Callahan as the scene fades to black.

Brad Blood: "What the? Isn't Shadow gonna face AK-14 in the next match? What will happen now? And more importantly... Entropy is loose in the building!"

Jim Jackson: "Well, it looks like we may not be having any mat..."

Bond's "Explosive" starts blaring out of the speakers as smoke starts to rise from the edge of the platform. A light show flashes as the silhouette of the penultimate wrestler, Colton Charles Cai Cobb steps through the smoke. With a smirk on his face and an air of arrogance, he makes his way to the ring ignoring the loud boos which echo the ringside. He enters the ring.

Brad Blood: "It's C4! What's he doing here? Is he even scheduled to fight tonight?!"

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "Well I've been watching backstage and it seems that Shadow Callahan won't be making it to tonight's match... Now I've been itching to get some action for a while now after the PPV but honestly, most of the hacks in the locker room aren't even in my league... Except maybe for one! Yes, one man caught my eye... His debut two weeks ago showed us how capable he is and that man is Tyler Norton."

The man known as The Charismatic Crippler smirks as he paces around the ring.

Colton Charles Cai Cobb: "Now Tyler talked the talk, and from his performance two weeks ago, he seems to be able to walk the walk... But as I mentioned, his opponents were mainly hacks who deluded themselves to think that they belong in the ring... They are nobodies who I can beat with one hand tied behind my back. Shadow would have put on a good fight but he's now incapacitated... So why not fight some real competition Tyler? This is why I am out here tonight... If you want to prove yourself, then fight me! Though unlike your opponents last week, I won't be an easy mark. In fact, I apologize in advance because I'm gonna hand you your first loss here in Ring of Chaos. Now go along with the introductions Alice."

Brad Blood: "Aaaaaaaand the gauntlet is thrown! This is gonna be good!"

C4 hands the mic to Alice Aoi and beckons her to begin.

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... The Charismatic Crippler, C4... COLTON CHARLES CAI COBB!"

Alice Aoi: "Introducing next, his opponent for the evening, standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 237 pounds, hailing from Mississippi, U.S.A., AK-14... TYLER NORTON!"

The Titan tron shows a compilation of Tyler Norton'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".

Tyler "AK-14" Norton 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. Tyler 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.

Norton 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. Finally, he takes off his vest and stretches his neck and arms preparing for the upcoming match.


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! Tyler Norton looks unimpressed by C4 as he circles around... The Charismatic Crippler maintains a smug look on his face. Norton charges in but stops in his tracks when he notices Colton Charles Cai Cobb about to shoot... Looks like Norton is being a bit cautious. Cobb's reputation is not just for show. This time it's C4 who charges in but AK-14 is ready and both wrestlers lock arms and begin a grappling contest. It's Cobb who gets the upper hand and quickly gets a headlock on Norton! Tyler pushes himself free and goes for a hammer lock! C4 twists free and sends Norton to the canvas with an arm drag! Tyler Norton quickly bounces back to his feet."

Brad Blood: "It will be hard to out-grapple C4 but AK-14 ain't no slack either, he's holding out his own against Colton. Tyler charges in and starts throwing some good strikes, Colton has both arms up and is tucked in, that's a pretty solid defense. Tyler is unrelenting and continues to pummel C4 with vicious strikes hoping to find a chink in the armor."

Jim Jackson: "Whoa! An uppercut cuts in between C4's arms! Colton Charles Cai Cobb is sent flying to the ropes! Tyler Norton charges in with a stiff clothesline! Cobb is sent over the ropes but somehow lands on his feet outside! Norton slides out of the ring and smashes him with a double axe handle from behind! The ref motions to bring the action back into the ring. Tyler throws C4 back into the ring. He leaps to the apron... Colton with a kick catches AK-14 as he's slipping in back through the ropes! He pulls Norton through the ropes and body slams him into the canvas! C4 connects with an elbow drop! And another! And another! Three consecutive elbow drops right on AK-14's inner thigh! And he goes for the submission! Indian death lock!"

Brad Blood: "It's locked in tight! Tyler is in trouble! He tries to reach for the ropes! He's a few inches away! We can see the pain etched in Tyler's face! Will he tap? Norton fights off the urge to tap... He reaches out, he can almost touch the ropes... One final lunge... HE MAKES IT! C4 releases the hold and steps away but not before kicking AK-14 in the leg."

Jim Jackson: "Tyler Norton pulls himself up but The Charismatic Crippler goes for a single leg take-down! He has Norton's leg again... He's going for a figure four! Norton tries to resist but C4 gets it locked in! Once again Tyler Norton finds himself in a predicament! He tries to reach for the ropes but the ropes are nowhere near! Wait! Norton is trying to flip over! We can see the pain in his face as he tries to flip himself over... AND HE MAKES IT! The figure four is now reversed! The pressure is now on the leg of Colton Charles Cai Cobb! But luckily for him he's within the rope's reach and gets to it fast before any damage is made."

Brad Blood: "Tyler quickly gets up and stomps C4 in the lower back! He picks Colton up and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip. Spinebuster by AK-14! That shook the ring! But Tyler ain't done yet... He mounts C4 and begins throwing down heavy punches into Colton's head! And it looks like Tyler has regained control of the match. He quickly hooks the leg."

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

Jim Jackson: "The Charismatic Crippler kicks out at two! Tyler Norton with an Irish whip sends C4 crashing into the corner... Norton charges towards Colton Charles Cai Cobb... STINGER SPLASH! He just flattened Cobb! Tyler Norton forces Colton Charles Cai Cobb to sit on the top of the turnbuckle; next, he climbs up to the third rope. Tyler throws a couple of punches in Colton's face and raises up both hands to display the rock sign. Finally, he performs a headlock to Colton Charles Cai Cobb, drapes one of Colton's arms behind his neck... NO! C4 is fighting back! Big body shots by Cobb stops Tyler from performing his finisher! C4 shoves Norton off of him! Tyler lands on his feet but C4 leaps off the top with a flying elbow!"

Brad Blood: "Ohh! Right in between the eyes! Tyler is down! Colton punts Tyler in the head before pulling him up! 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. C4 just planted Tyler on his head! This could be it! He goes for the cover!"

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

Jim Jackson: "AK-14 gets a shoulder up at two! C4 moves in 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. This time C4 is working on Tyler Norton's arm! Norton tries to reach for the ropes... He makes it but C4 isn't releasing the hold! The referee begins to count!"

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

Brad Blood: "C4 releases his grasp before getting disqualified. Classic tactic, not sporting of him but very effective. Colton with a couple of knee drops on Tyler's arm... That may hinder Tyler's striking capabilities a bit. He has Tyler in a side headlock... Norton tries to fight free... Norton slowly rises to his feet, C4 still has the headlock on! He shoves C4 into the ropes! Shoulder block takes Colton down! Colton rises to his feet... Another shoulder block sends him back to the canvas! C4 once again rises to his feet... Discus clothesline sends him back to the canvas a third time! Tyler screams out loud as he takes back the helm. Tyler Norton goes to the corner and hunches down... He waits for C4 to get up... Ooh! I know what's coming... SPEAR!!! He quickly follows up with several quick punches to Colton's face!"

Tyler Norton: "GET FUCKED! GET FUCKED! GET FUCKED!"

Brad Blood: "He punches C4 one more time! That's F'd up! Tyler hooks the leg!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb manages to kick out just a millisecond before the three count! Tyler Norton is in disbelief! What a match! Norton with an Irish whip sends C4 to the ropes... Colton manages to grab on to the top rope and stops himself from bouncing back! Norton charges in... C4 ducks and sends Tyler flying over the ropes and crashing into one of our cameramen with a back body drop! Talk about using Tyler's own momentum against him. The crowd goes wild."

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

Brad Blood: "Colton slips out of the ring and throws Tyler back in! He enters the ring and goes for a cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Norton kicks out! This is one helluva close match, smashing into the cameraman may have hurt Tyler's back over there and C4 knows it! He's locking in a camel cluctch! Norton is fighting for his life not to get locked in a submission... Wait! C4 spins around he has both of Norton's leg... Boston crab! Boston crab is locked in! Tyler is in pain but somehow manages to crawl towards the ropes dragging C4 with him! He makes it! The ref begins to count once more!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Again C4 releases the hold one count away from disqualification. He picks Tyler Norton up and sets him up for a suplex... Perfectly executed! Colton Charles Cai Cobb quickly tries to lock in a sleeper hold... He's trying to choke Norton out... No! Norton counters it with a jawbreaker! As Colton staggers around, Tyler shakes off the cobwebs... Big clothesline by AK-14 takes C4 down! Colton staggers back to his feet... Belly to belly suplex! Tyler is on a roll! C4 pulls on the ropes to try and get himself back to his feet... AK-14 from behind... German suplex! C4 is folded in half! Norton for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "C4 still denies Tyler the win! Colton crawls towards the ropes and once again uses it to pull himself up... Norton is smelling blood and charges in... Big back elbow by Colton stuns Tyler! Stun gun! Tyler is sent reeling to the corner... C4 charges in... Tyler slips out of the way at the last second and Colton smashes into the ring post shoulder first! Tyler pulls Colton off and rolls him up!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Colton Charles Cai Cobb still manges to kick out before the full three count! Both men try to collect their bearings before charging towards each other in the middle of the ring... They start trading punches! Left right left right left right... Both men have thrown caution into the wind and are just throwing everything they've got in each punch! Wait! Tyler Norton is getting the upper hand as he starts sending C4 back step by step! Norton with a big overhand punch... No! C4 catches it and counters sending him to the canvas with an arm drag! Norton tries to get back up but is sent back to the canvas with a snapmare! Tyler rolls away from C4... Colton charges in... Big knee by AK-14 catches him in the gut! DDT! C4 just got planted into the canvas! Tyler for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Colton still toughens it out and gets his shoulder up! Tyler begins throwing elbow shots at Colton's face... Wait! C4 catches his arm... He locks in a reverse armbar! Tyler is caught and screams in pain! Will he tap out? No! Tyler manages to reach out and grabs hold of the ropes! C4 is forced to release his hold! Both wrestlers are now lying on the canvas, looks like they are both totally spent! The crowd is cheering and applauding with appreciation..."

Crowd: "THIS IS WRESTLING! THIS IS WRESTLING!"

Jim Jackson: "It's been a constant back and forth Brad, neither men really getting a big lead over the other. Tyler Norton's superior striking abilities have been countered at every turn by Colton Charles Cai Cobb's superior submission skills and vice versa! I can see why Tyler caught C4's eyes... C4 has been looking for the opponent to elevate his level of fighting and AK-14 is it! On the other hand Tyler Norton needs a big win against a big name to put himself on the map and C4 could do that for him."

Brad Blood: "Well both men are starting to rise again... Both wrestlers are have made it back up to their feet... Colton strikes first with a series of chops lighting AK-14 up! Tyler blocks the final chop attempt and counters with a series of chops answering back at C4! Cobb is sent to the ropes... Irish whip sends Colton to the opposite side! AK-14 with a back body drop attempt... Countered by C4 with a knee to the face! As Tyler staggers about... C4 grabs him... Sidewalk slam! Colton hooks the leg!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Tyler Norton kicks out just in the nick of time! What a battler this is turning out to be! Both men may be prideful but they can certainly back it up with their skill and tenacity in the ring. It's that very same pride that keeps them going. Defeat is not an option, but it is clear that they are both on their last leg... Their gas tank is almost empty and it now depends on who can run on fumes the longest..."

Brad Blood: "Both men go into a clinch! They start throwing knees at each other the clinch is probably what's keeping them both upright at this point! They are leaning on each other while trying to take each other out! Tyler throws an uppercut in the clinch! C4 is sent reeling back! Clothesline attempt by Tyler... C4 ducks at the last moment, though it looks more like a stumble! Big kick to the gut catches AK-14! Tyler collapses on all fours! C4 follows it up with a kick to the ribs sending Norton rolling!"

Jim Jackson: "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" trying to make his opponent pass out executing an excruciating RDX! C4 locks in his finisher! He has his finisher locked in! Tyler Norton is in trouble!!!"

Brad Blood: "Wait! Norton manages to get his foot on the bottom rope! The referee sees it and tells C4 to release his hold! C4 is not heeding the referee! The ref begins to count!"

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

Jim Jackson: "The referee is calling for the bell! He just disqualified C4!"

Brad Blood: "Tyler wins this one but Colton ain't happy with the call!"

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by disqualification... AK-14... TYLER NORTON!"

Jim Jackson: "Cplton Charles Cai Cobb releases Tyler Norton and walks towards the referee menacingly... Looks like he's not happy about being DQed... Wait! AK-14 is up on his feet! He takes a deep breath and charges at C4! Big right hands send C4 reeling! Clothesline sends C4 over the top rope and into the outside!"

Brad Blood: "Colton manages to pull himself up but before he can leap back into the ring security has poured out to separate the two wrestlers... Looks like this saga between AK-14 and C4 is just beginning."


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Re: Chaos Supreme 02/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Feb 22, 2016 4:53 am



Three wrestlers stand before Lee Morrison, the general manager of Ring of Chaos as he looks at them with a look of concern etched on his face.  Haruki Inoki, La Máscara Sin Pantalones and The Daring One already have an inkling on why they were summoned as the recent event that occurred is something that took up most of the locker room gossip.  Lee Morrison finally lets out a deep breath and begins to address the three wrestlers he summoned this evening.

Lee Morrison:  "Gentlemen...  I summoned you tonight because of a serious matter.  As you all are well aware, two weeks ago, Mr. Inoki here sent Mr. Marcus Troy here into a coma with a bokken shot to the head.  Now my legal team has been trying to keep his family from suing us but our problem is really his monster Entropy...  Without Troy to control him, Entropy has been rampaging in the building, we managed to lock him up in the broiler room but he has escaped and now threatens the safety of not only every employee here in the building but also our patrons.  I think you know where I am going with this...  I want the three of you to go after Entropy...  We have a general idea of where he is, and part of the complex is already blockaded to prevent his escape."

Lee Morrison takes a quick break as he lights up a cigarette and takes a puff to calm his nerves.  He turns his attention to Haruki Inoki and begins to speak.

Lee Morrison:  "Haruki Inoki, you were the direct cause of this dilemma so you are naturally going to be part of the team going after Entropy.  This is your chance to finally put Marcus Troy's monster to the ground."

The general manager then turns his attention to The Daring One.

Lee Morrison:  "I also believe that you have a score to settle with Entropy, Daring One.  You were caught in his random rampage two weeks ago, and I assume you'd want some payback...  I do hope you are recovered enough for the task."

Lee Morrison then looks at La Máscara Sin Pantalones...

Lee Morrison:  "And you, La Máscara Sin Pantalones, I believe that your standing up to Entropy two weeks ago and rescuing of The Daring One from being mauled by Entropy was a noble and heroic act.  I do hope that you would again lend us your talent and skills tonight's Monster Hunt!  You see, if you all accept, I'm going to let the cameras follow you as you find Entropy and defeat him in a three on one handicap, falls count anywhere tornado tag match.  Put the monster down and I shall reward you three accordingly.  So gentlemen, what say you?  Are you ready to commence the hunt for Entropy?"

Morrison looks at all three wrestlers waiting for their reply.


La Máscara Sin Pantalones, campeón humilde y luchador honorable de México puffs his chest out, showing off his cross.

La Máscara Sin Pantalones: "I, La Máscara Sin Pantalones, campeón humilde y luchador honorable de México, will not stand for this chupacabra threatening our federation.  La chupacabra, this Entropy, it brings dishonor to the Ring of Chaos.  No matter how strange it sounds.  Entropy is still a man, like you or I.  He will answer for honor.  He will answer for passion.  He will answer for tradition!"

La Máscara Sin Pantalones clears his throat and grabs his cross while chuckling.

La Máscara Sin Pantalones:  "Sorry, I get a little passionate about wrestling.  I hope that you do not mind, mis amigos.  However, I stand by my words.  La chupacabra is hiding in the broiler room, no?  I am in.  What about you, mis compañeros?  None will fault you if you do not join me, but I, La Máscara Sin Pantalones, will stand by you if you do."

La Máscara Sin Pantalones walks over to stand beside Lee Morrison, crossing his arms over his chest proudly as he awaits the answers from the other wrestlers.


The Daring One shakes his hair about before responding.

TheDaring One: "I appreciate the the chance at revenge. But feel you're giving us a bit of an advantage here. like La Máscara Sin Pantalones ... Man we've got a lot of luchadores here. No Offense, anyways as he said Entropy is still a man. He bleeds like anyone else and I got a superkick with his name on it. I'm sure that since he's in our sights any of us could take him down but. I guess we'll have to make it entertaining with the numbers eh?"

The Daring One backs up from the middle.


Lee Morrison quickly replies at The Daring One's query...

Lee Morrison:  "Oh believe me when I say that even with the three of you, you may have one hell of a hard time.  Do not underestimate this monster, if you do, you'll end up in a hospital room...  If you're lucky, maybe even avoid becoming a paralytic...  No...  I advise you three to take good caution against Troy's monster...  I honestly want to send more wrestlers in but this is a chance for you three to prove yourself.  I know that with your combined efforts, you three will be able to pull off what others in the locker room deem impossible, heck the mention of Entropy is enough to make most of them shit their pants!"

Morrison looks at Haruki Inoki...

Lee Morrison:  "Now I take it that your silence means you understand too right Mr. Inoki?  Well either way, it's almost time for the hunt...  I expect you three to go and catch me a monster."

With that, the scene ends and fades to black.






We can see Gus, who is clearly frustrated and furious, walking up and down inside his locker room. He hasn't noticed the camera-man that entered the locker room.

Gus: "That idiot!!! I want to kill him! I want to rip out his heart or to stomp his neck continuously. Why does he keep interfering in my matches? All I want is to kick some asses, but this idiot stops me. he knows that his two clients are powerless. They can't beat the Slayers. We have talent! They don't! He made me trip! This is unacceptable. And I was so close... So close to beat that idiot's ass."

Gus starts screaming. He grabs a nearby bench and he throws it on some lockers. Than he notices the camneraman and he approaches him.

Gus: "GIVE ME A MICROPHONE."

The camera-man gives him a microphone.

Gus:  "Look Solomon Jake. Last week I warned you. Don't try to mess with me and my career, but you don't seem to understand. When I became a wrestler, all I wanted was to wrestle. So, let us something called talent and skills to decide who will be the Tag Team champions."

Gus: "Apparently, you understood that The Southern Gents are useless and that the clearly don't stand a chance aginst us. But last week, you didn't give me the chance to kick Mike Hunt's ass. I hope that tonight Rafik will dismantle your minion, called Isaac Cox. That loser! They call him a veteran? the word that could decribe him the most is JOBBER. That's all I have to say."  

Gus throws his microphone on the wall and the camera cuts off.



Brad Blood:  "Earlier tonight, we introduced you all to a new revolutionary product...  Now here's another product that will compliment it!  Introducing..."



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Jim Jackson:  "Where the hell do you get these sponsors?!"






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Jim Jackson: "Our next match won't even be taking place in the ring! In fact it's some sort of monster hunt! After Haruki Inoki's sudden attack on Marcus Troy sent him to the hospital in a comatose state, Entropy has been rampaging around the complex. Until earlier tonight, staff and security have been able to barricade the monster trapping him in the gym, but as we all found out with what happened to Shadow Callahan, Entropy is loose in the building!"

Brad Blood: "This is all that bloody Jap's fault! I was too afraid to go to the toilet to take a pee with Entropy loose, I had to tinkle in a cup!"

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a three on one tornado handicap falls count anywhere match! Introducing the team hunting Entropy... The team of HARUKI INOKI, LA MÁSCARA SIN PANTALONES and THE DARING ONE!"

The giant screen set up in the middle of the ring shows the trio wrestlers getting ready backstage. Haruki Inoki is holding a bokken in hand while La Máscara Sin Pantalones stands with his arms folded in front of him. The Daring One stretches as he looks on the dark corridor that leads to the lair of the monster.

Alice Aoi: "And their opponent for the evening, standing at 7 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 390 pounds, hailing from The Amazon Jungle... ENTROPY!"

A dark corridor is shown, where a loud roar is heard.

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

DING!

Jim Jackson: "It looks like all three wrestlers are apprehensive about going into the darker areas but it's La Máscara Sin Pantalones who steps forth first. He dives right into the darkness, The Daring One quickly follows and Haruki Inoki soon follows suit. Our cameras have switched to night vision mode to see the action. We see all three wrestlers cautiously moving forward, careful not to stumble over each other..."

Brad Blood: "WAIT! WHAT'S THAT?! A HAND JUST REACHED OUT AND GRABBED HARUKI! WE CAN HEAR HARUKI SCREAMING!!! IT'S ENTROPY!!! HE HAS HARUKI IN A CHOKE!!! ENTROPY BEGINS SMASHING HARUKI INTO THE WALL! BIG CHOKESLAM INTO THE FLOOR! Haruki tries to crawl away... NO! Entropy won't let him! ENTROPY CATCHES HIS OPPONENT AND WHIRLS HIM BEFORE SLAMMING HIM INTO THE GROUND EXECUTING AN UPHEAVING MAELSTROM! HARUKI IS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH! ENTROPY STEPS ON HARUKI IN A COCKY PIN!"

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

Jim Jackson: "And that's the end of Haruki Inoki folks! But wait! Entropy continues to stomp on Inoki's head crushing it into the ground! We see blood flowing out of Haruki's skull! This doesn't look good.... Wait! La Máscara Sin Pantalones leaps behind Entropy and have him in a rear naked choke! Looks like his eyes have adjusted to the darkness! Entropy backs into a wall but La Máscara holds on! The Daring One attacks and goes low with a dropkick to Entropy's knee! Entropy falls to one knee... The Daring One with a leaping punch! Right into the monster's jaw!"

Brad Blood: "Entropy is still not going down! La Máscara still tries cut off Entropy's air supply... The Daring One charges in but Entropy spins around and the running knee connects into La Máscara's back! Talk about bad timing! Uh-oh... La Máscara's hold loosens and Entropy throws him off of his back! This doesn't look good... The Daring One grabs Haruki's bokken on the ground! He swings it at Entropy! Crap! Entropy catches it and grabs on! Entropy swings the bokken and The Daring One along with it! The Daring One is flung into some crates!"

Jim Jackson: "La Máscara Sin Pantalones has Entropy from behind! He has the monster in a waist lock! Entropy tries to pull La Máscara off of him but La Máscara takes him down with a belly to back suplex! La Máscara Sin Pantalones goes for the arms... Cross armbar! Cross armbar is locked in! He's gonna try and break Entropy's arm! Wait! Entropy powers out! The monster gets back up to his feet and is about to throw a double axe handle... THE DARING ONE WITH THE BOKKEN ATTACKS ENTROPY'S KNEE! HOLY CRAP! HE BROKE THE BOKKEN ON ENTROPY'S KNEE!"

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

Brad Blood: "Entropy is on one knee... The Daring One with a shining wizard... The big man goes down! La Máscara uses the chance to try to apply a crossface! No! Entropy pulls free and tries to stand... Wait! Entropy stumbles! It looks like the bokken actually did significant damage to his knee! The Daring One attacks with a superkick! RIGHT IN THE KISSER! Entropy collapses on all fours but is still conscious! What a monster!"

Jim Jackson: "La Máscara Sin Pantalones doesn't waste any time and hits a running Centón! Entropy is down! The monster is down! La Máscara and The Daring One has actually brought down Entropy! This is the first time we've seen the monster in this situation! The crowd is cheering loudly."

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

Brad Blood: "Well don't look now but Entropy is slowly rising to his feet... Wait! La Máscara goes high with a leaping shoulder block while The Daring One goes low with a forearm to the back of Entropy's injured leg! Once again the monster falls! They may just do it! These two may just correct Haruki's fuck up!"

Entropy: "FAAAAAAAAATHEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR~!"

Jim Jackson: "Entropy just screamed out for his father whom we can right now assume is Marcus Troy! Entropy slams both fists on the ground and begins to rise once more... The Daring One goes for another superkick... No! This time Entropy somehow dodges it and takes The Daring One down with a lariat! La Máscara Sin Pantalones charges in... SPEAR FROM OUT OF NOWHERE FROM ENTROPY! He almost broke La Máscara in half! This is bad! Just like that Entropy has shifted the momentum back to his side! Wait! The Daring One leaps and locks Entropy in a head scissor, he starts to spin Entropy in two full rotations... NO! ENTROPY COUNTERS THE DARING ONE'S SIGNATURE MOVE WEEEEEEEEE INTO A POWERBOMB!"

Brad Blood: "Lucky for The Daring One, Haruki's unconscious body was there to break the fall! Not lucky for Haruki though... Someone should really move Haruki out of harm's way... Wait! Entropy limps a bit and once again falls to one knee! Looks like he's really hurt... La Máscara attacks from behind with a running elbow! As Entropy falls to the ground, La Máscara grabs the leg! He's going for an Argentine Leg Lock."

Jim Jackson: "With that injured leg, he may be able to finally put Entropy down! This is good! No! Wait! Entropy was able to pull his leg free! Entropy staggers and limps as he tries to move away! This may be the first time we see Entropy on the run! Wait! The Daring One is up... He opens a supplies closet and pulls out a mop! He's going after Entropy! Entropy staggers towards a door... It leads to the parking area!"

Brad Blood: "La Máscara and The Daring One follows the wounded monster out! Finally some light! Man, La Máscara and The Daring One don't look so hot either! La Máscara moves in first! He leaps on a car and climbs up to the hood... PLANCHA! NO!!! ENTROPY CATCHES HIM AND SLAMS HIM INTO A CAR!!!"

Jim Jackson: "The Daring One uses this chance and leaps up to the car hood and smashes the mop into the back of Entropy's head breaking the mop in the process... Entropy falls on both knees! Dropkick by The Daring One right into the back of Entropy's head! And once again the monster is down! The Daring One goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "No Entropy manages to get a shoulder up! He's starting to rise... The Daring One is just kicking away at his ribs then now starts to stomp into Entropy's injured leg! The monster howls in pain! Good thinking by The Daring One."

Jim Jackson: "Entropy struggles to crawl away... The Daring One is having none of it! He charges in with a punt to Entropy's head... NO! THE MONSTER CATCHES HIS LEG! Entropy pulls himself up while still clinging into The Daring One's leg... HE SWINGS THE LEG AND THE DARING ONE INTO A PARKED MOTORCYCLE!"

Brad Blood: "Entropy once again falls to one knee... Wait! It looks like EMTs are carting Haruki Inoki out to an ambulance... Entropy spots him! He spots the man who sent his father to the hospital! He charges at Haruki! The paramedics bolt out of the way! Entropy grabs the gurney... AND RAMS IT INTO THE SIDE OF THE AMBULANCE! Oh man... Haruki is in bad shape there!"

Jim Jackson: "Entropy turns around... La Máscara Sin Pantalones delivers an axe kick to Entropy and thrusts his lower mask to Entropy's face, finishing with a DDT to execute Estoy Fuera de Frases en Español! Entropy is down! Entropy is down! La Máscara for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "HOW THE HELL DID ENTROPY STILL GET A SHOULDER UP?! Even La Máscara is in shock!"

VROOOOOOOOOM!!!

Jim Jackson: "Wait! What's that sound?"

Brad Blood: "IT'S THE DARING ONE! THE DARING ONE IS ON THE MOTORCYCLE WHICH ENTROPY THREW HIM TO! HE'S REVVING THE BIKE AND SIGNALS FOR LA MÁSCARA TO MOVE AWAY!"

Jim Jackson: "He's not going to..."

Brad Blood: "HE IS!!! THE DARING ONE JUST RAMMED THE MOTORCYCLE INTO ENTROPY ALL THE WAY TO A PILLAR!"

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

Jim Jackson: "The Daring One backs the motorcycle up and Entropy finally collapses to the ground... This could be it... The Daring One gives La Máscara Sin Pantalones a high five and both wrestlers walk over to Entropy... Both men pile on top of the monster!"

Brad Blood: "The referee starts the count!"

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

DING! DING! DING!

Alice Aoi: "The winner of this match by pinfall, the team of Haruki Inoki, LA MÁSCARA SIN PANTALONES AND THE DARING ONE!"

Jim Jackson: "The monster is finally down! Security has piled in along with EMTs to check up on Entropy! What a match! What a battle! It finally took the combined efforts of La Máscara Sin Pantalones and The Daring One to take the monster out! What will be in store for Entropy next? What will be the reward for our two brave wrestlers?"

Brad Blood: "The right question is if someone will actually remember that poor Haruki is lying over there by the side..."






Rafik Arfah is seen walking in the backstage area with his headphones on. He is heard blasting "The Enemy" from Godsmack. Rafik looks at the camera.

Rafik Arfah: "What? I like all sorts of music. Don't assume stuff."

Rafik faces the camera.

Rafik Arfah: "Since I am already conveniently being filmed, I can address some stuff!"

Rafik winks, making all the smarks at home smile.

Rafik Arfah: "As you all know, me and Gus have been having issues with the Southern Gents lately.. and I thought the feud we have is strictly professional.. ya know.. the whole two mean jerks going after the two cute ones for their titles deal."

Rafik jumps on a crate and sits down on it.

Rafik Arfah: "But it seems that the Southern Gents want to make this thing political and involve bigotry!"

Rafik does a fake gasp.

Rafik Arfah: "What a surprise that two rednecks from bumfuck nowhere in the South are so bigoted.. and I know this is generalization on my part, but come on.. the statistics speak for themselves.. see, I thought those two cunts hated me for no reason! Now I know they hate me because they can't stand seeing a Middle Eastern dirty filthy Muslim holding a respected title instead of two hard working whites!"

Rafik Arfah puts on a southern accent.

Rafik Arfah: "Goddamnit, these goddamn muzzies ruining our western civilization! I hope we ban all dem Muslims and send em back to their sandnigger sandboxes!"

Rafik Arfah raises his arms in the air and shouts.

Rafik Arfah: "White powah!"

Rafik stops with the accent and sighs.

Rafik Arfah: "I am 92% sure it's the type of stuff those douches say behind closed doors."

Rafik shakes his head.

Rafik Arfah: "Well, tonight I have a match with Isaac Cock. And since I am gonna be fighting a seasoned southerner, I am gonna do it his way.. the southern way. No shining wizards, no head drop drivers, no trolls and no spooky witches. I'm old school southern brawling tonight. Maybe I'll clock you so hard that I'll beat the racist out of you! Who knows?"

Rafik keeps walking and leaves the camera's sight.

Jim Jackson: "Well, I sure am looking forward to that match."

Rafik returns and gets into the camera's face.

Rafik Arfah: "ARM-A-DILLA!!!"

He laughs and keeps walking as the camera fades.


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Re: Chaos Supreme 02/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Feb 22, 2016 5:02 am



Back For More by Five Finger Death Punch hits and a large man appears at the entrance ramp. A few people recognize him, but the overwhelming majority of the audience have no idea who he is. The unknown man walks down the ramp and enters the ring. He has a large, muscular physique, and has a neutral expression on his face. He gestures one of the ring crew for a microphone, and begins speaking to the crowd.

Po1ski: "Well hello everyone. I'm well aware that very few of you know who I am, so allow me to introduce myself. My name is Po1ski. Not my given name, but one you will come to love me by. Or not. It isn't really up to me."

Po1ski pauses for a second, and then continues.

Po1ski: "I am from Poland. While there I was the National Judo and Muay Thai champion, and I have competed in martial arts since a young age. But I know that in this professional wrestling world, none of that matters. What matters is results. What matters is people who come into this very ring..."

Po1ski turns in a slow circle in the ring, gesturing with his hands.

Po1ski: "...and dominate their opponents, eventually winning championships. And that is what I am here to do. I'm not here to be a hero to the children. I'm not here to sign autographs. I'm not here to get the crowd's admiration or hate. I am here for one reason. To be a champion."

Part of the crowd cheers at Po1ski's honesty, another part boos, and the rest are silent.

Po1ski: "I have been a world champion in the martial arts world in Europe. I have come to America to prove that I am the best all around fighter that the world has ever seen. There is absolutely no one in this company who will stop the Polish Freight Train. I have never failed, and I don't plan on starting now."

Po1ski turns his attention to the entrance ramp, implying that he is looking at the wrestlers backstage.

Po1ski: "I want to make this very clear to everyone backstage. Especially to these so-called champions. This is your first and only warning. All of you are on the tracks. And the Polish Freight Train is coming right for you. You'll be seeing me very...very...soon..."

Po1ski drops the microphone and exits the ring, heading backstage. Some of the crowd cheers, some boo, but mainly are in silence at Po1ski's arrogance. The camera switches to the next segment of the show.






The scene opens backstage where we see Isaac Cox, the veteran southern wrestler looks intense as he faces the camera.

Isaac Cox:  "You want a Southern Brawl ye filthy Muslim?  Well you got it Rafik, but in exchange, if Ah win tonight, you'll give us another shot at dem tag team titles.  Ah fer one would be glad to give you a good ol' Southern beating.  And guess what!  Ah dun' need Mr. Solomon Jake or mah partner Mike Hunt to hand yer ass back t'ya in a ten pieces.  That title that you hold so dear should belong to a rightful tag team...  The Southern Gents!  We want another shot at those belts, and the next time The Southern Gents and The Slayers meet up again, we'll be pryin' those tag team belts off your lifeless bodies."

Isaac Cox takes a few steps closer to the camera and begins to talk once more.

Isaac Cox:  "You called me a bigot, well this bigot has a big boot with your name on it Rafik.  There's nothin' wrong with wantin' to make sure that our children can sleep soundly at night.  There's nothing wrong with wanting security in our great land...  We are fightin' t'make sure that we have the safety and security that is rightfully ours.  Ah did not single you out because you're a Muslim Rafik, Ah singled you out because you are a legit threat to the freedom we proud people of the United States of America have fought for, just Ah singled out your partner because he's a psychopath and should be locked up in an asylum.  To have two dregs of society be the RoC Tag Team champions is unacceptable, so be prepared Rafik, Ah am comin' fer ya'!  The Southern Gents will right this travesty an' there's nothin' you can do about it!"

With that, Isaac Cox walks off the frame as the scene fades.






VS

Jim Jackson:  "The Slayers have recently been plagued by The Southern Gents who are under the tutelage of Solomon Jake.  Two weeks ago it was Gus going against Mike Hunt, tonight it will be Rafik Arfah versus Isaac Cox in a Southern Brawl match."

Brad Blood:  "Well that terrorist may have bitten off more than he can chew, he picked a match tailor-made for Isaac Cox.  After tonight, The Southern Gents will have gotten their title shot and then soon, that filthy non-pork eater will be sent packing back to the middle east."

Jim Jackson:  "Well the use of weapons are allowed in this Southern Brawl match, so that may even things out if Rafik Arfah manages to get his hands on one."

Alice Aoi: "The following match is a Southern Brawl Match and the only way to win is by knockout!  Introducing first, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 232 pounds, hailing from Birmingham, Alabama...  Cocky Cox...  ISAAC COX!"

"Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd started playing on the loud speakers as Isaac Cox steps forth from the entrance tunnel accompanied by his manager Solomon Jake.  He waves at the crowd as he and his manager make their way to the ring.

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing next, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from Jaljulia, Israel...  Mr. Shitpost, Shit Lord, The Supremacist...  He is one-half of the RoC Tag Team Champions...  RAFIK ARFAH!"

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

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

DING!

Jim Jackson:  "And there's the bell!  Both men just charge at each other with reckless abandon and begin brawling in the center of the ring.  Ooh!  It looks like Isaac Cox is getting the better of that exchange as big rights start sending Rafik Arfah staggering backwards.  Cox with stiff forearms connect to Arfah's face!  Rafik tries to block but it is clear that Cox is the better brawler...  Big uppercut stuns The Supremacist!  Isaac Cox quickly lifts Rafik up and hits a body slam!  Big fist drop by Cox!  The ref sends Cox to his corner as he begins to count..."

Jack B. Quick:  "One..."

Brad Blood:  "And that ISIS member manages to get back up to his feet.  C'mon Isaac, give that terrorist what's coming to him.  Knock some sense into him, in fact knock him so hard on the head that he'll forget that bacon is pork and eat it!  Stupid non-bacon eating heathens!"

Jim Jackson:  "Isaac Cox lands a few shots on Rafik Arfah...  Arfah with an eye rake temporarily stops Cox's attack!  Big uppercut by Arfah sends Cocky Cox reeling.  Irish whip by Arfah send Cox to the ropes Cox bounces back and sends Arfah down with a shoulder block!  Rafik rolls back up to his feet, he walks right into a clothesline!  Cox picks Rafik up...  Body slam!  Big leg drop by Cox on Rafik!  The ref begins to count."

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Well looks like Isaac still needs to do more damage to make sure that THAT terrorist stays down, just like roaches, he is pretty resilient, this is why the war of terror is an ongoing ordeal...  Oh!  Big knee to the gut by Isaac!  Reverse atomic drop!  Haha!  Rafik howls in pain!  Take that you filthy ISIS member!  That should stop your race from procreating!"

Jim Jackson:  "Isaac Cox sets up in the corner...  Three-point stance charge!  No!  He misses as Rafik Arfah manages to leap out of danger!  Cox crashes into the turnbuckles shoulders first!  Rafik pulls Cox out and connects with a European uppercut!  Isaac staggers into the corner back first!  Arfah begins to attack with a series of stiff chops lighting Cox up!  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!"

Crowd:  "WOO!!!"

Brad Blood:  "Arfah reels his arm back for a big right punch...  AHA!  Blocked by Isaac!   Cox counters with a headbutt sending Rafik reeling!  Big discus clothesline almost decapitates Rafik!   Yeah!  Send that turban wearing freak back to the middle east!  Isaac lands with an elbow drop to the heart and steps away as the referee begins to count!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Th..."

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah manages to get up!  Isaac Cox charges in...  Right into a dropkick!  Cox is sent reeling backwards...  Arfah with a running elbow smashes Cox right in the face!  Cox hits the ropes Arfah and sends him to the mat with an arm drag!  Cox gets back up...  Another arm drag takes him down!  Once more Isaac Cox rolls back to his feet...  Snapmare by Rafik Arfah takes him down!  Arfah quickly mounts Isaac and starts smashing the back of Cox's head into the canvas!  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine!  Ten!  He dismounts and the ref begins to count!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Isaac shakes it off and manages to recover.  He pulls himself up!  Rafik grabs Cox and attempts a suplex...  No!  Blocked by Cox and countered with his own suplex!  Rafik hits the canvas hard!  Isaac Cox is just punching away at The Supremacist's head while on the canvas.  Hard hammer fists makes Rafik Arfah's head bounce off the mat.  Some showboating by Cox as he walks around Rafik's flexing his muscles while playing the crowd as the ref begins to count!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah starts to stir and pulls himself up...  Double axe handle from behind sends him staggering to the ropes.  Rafik bounces back...  Right into a spinebuster!  Arfah is getting killed out here...  But it's still early and there is a chance of Rafik turning things around.  Falling axe handle by Isaac Cox makes sure that Rafik stays down.  The ref begins the ten count as once again Cox waits in his corner..."

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

Brad Blood:  "Well Rafik better think fast, Cox just pulled a two by four from under the ring!  He leaps up to the apron and re-enters the ring.  Arfah staggers to his feet...  Cox swings!  What the?!  That lucky sonnuvagun!  Rafik somehow dodges the lumber as he trips on his own leg!  Cox gets ready to swing again but the terrorist runs away!  He just slipped out of the ring!  Cox quickly follows out..."

Jim Jackson:  "Running big boot by Rafik Arfah takes Cocky Cox down!  Good strategy by Arfah, slipping out of the ring gave him the chance to regroup and also broke Isaac Cox's momentum.  Arfah grabs the two by four...   He waits for Cox to stagger back to his feet..."

THWACK!!!

Jim Jackson:  "OHMAHGAWD!  Arfah just broke the two by four in half over Cox's head!  Cox is busted open and collapses to the floor!  The referee begins to count as the crowd goes wild!  Rafik raises the broken two by four up!"

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

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Si..."

Brad Blood:  "Isaac starts to move and manages to use the ring apron to pull himself up.  Look out!  Damn that Rafik!  He just smashed Cox with a big forearm shot!  Cox staggers but remains on his feet!  Rafik charges in but he eats Isaac's elbow!  Cox throws Rafik back into the ring and climbs in after him...  Cox shakes out the cobwebs but from the look of it he really did take significant damage from that two by four."

Jim Jackson:  "Irish whip by Isaac Cox sends Rafik Arfah crashing to the turnbuckles.  Follow-up clothesline by Cox sandwiches The Supremacist into the turbuckles!  Cox grabs Rafik's head and begins to smash it into the turnbuckles!  One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine!  Ten!  Rafik Arfah staggers around before flopping to the canvas but Isaac Cox is not done with him!  Cox slips out of the ring and throws in a steel chair.  He lifts Rafik up...  BRAINBUSTER INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!  THIS TIME IT'S RAFIK WHO'S BUSTED OPEN!"

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

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Se..."

Brad Blood:  "Rafik still manages to pull himself up at six!  Both men are now covered in red as the blood is flowing freely...  Isaac grabs Rafik...  Body slam right on top of the steel chair!  Simple but effective!  The ref again begins to count!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven..."

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah again manages to pull himself up.  Isaac Cox charges towards Rafik...  Arfah also charges towards Cox...  DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!  They both just took each other out!  The crowd goes wild once more!"

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

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eig..."

Brad Blood:  "Whoa!  Both men manage to pull themselves up halfway through the count of eight!  But look at them!  Both of them are slumping on the ropes ready to tip over.  The brutality they exhibited has really hurt them both!  This also shows how much hate they have for each other."

Jim Jackson:  "Both men stagger towards each other to the center of the ring...  They start trading punches!  Rafik Arfah with a big right hook clocks Cocky Cox!  Isaac Cox reels but steadies himself and counters with a right hook of his own!  Rafik stays on his feet and soaks the damage and retaliates with another big right!  Cox absorbs the impact and answers back!  Rafik almost keeled over but stops himself, this time he counters with an uppercut!  We see Cox stagger backwards but he manages to stop himself!  Big haymaker from Cox and Rafik is blown back to the ropes!  Rafik bounces back using the momentum and connects with a clothesline!  Isaac Cox goes down!  Cox somehow pulls himself up but a big lariat from Rafik Arfah sends him back to the mat!  Arfah grabs the steel chair and smashes it into Cox's head for good measure!"

WHACK!!!

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Ni..."

Brad Blood:  "Isaac manages to get back to his feet!  But that was too close for comfort!  Rafik still has the chair and charges towards Cox...  Cox counters with a big boot sending the chair Rafik is holding smashing into his own face!  Haha!  Serves that terrorist right!  Rafik staggers around...  SPEAR!!!  SPEAR BY ISAAC ALMOST BREAKS THE FILTHY MUSLIM IN HALF!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine..."

Jim Jackson:  "Rafik Arfah winces as he pulls himself back to his feet!  Isaac Cox wastes no time and goes in for the kill!  Big elbow shots send Rafik reeling!  Irish whip sends Arfah to the ropes...  Back body drop attempt by Cox...  NO!  Arfah counters it with a knee to the face!  Cox is sent reeling!  Afrah grabs Cox's head...  DDT RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!  That steel chair now is nothing but a mangled piece of steel after the abuse these two wrestlers have given it!  The ref begins to count!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine..."

Brad Blood:  "Isaac manages to pull himself up!  But he's clearly spent as he staggers backwards into the ropes leaning on them to keep himself up.  Though looking at Rafik, he doesn't look too hot either.  Arfah grabs the chair and begins to walk towards Isaac menacingly..."

"Bad to The Bone" starts playing on the speakers as Solomon Jake dressed in a good looking suit makes his way out from the entrance tunnel.

Jim Jackson:  "WAIT!  What is Solomon Jake doing here?!  He's here to cheat to help his client again that's what!"

Brad Blood:  "And that's what a great manager does!  Solomon Jake walks into ringside stopping outside the ring!  Rafik turns his attention to Cox's manager!"

Jim Jackson:  "WAIT!  WHILE RAFIK'S DISTRACTED ISAAC SWIPES THE STEEL CHAIR FROM HIS HAND AND SMASHES IT INTO HIS BACK!  Isaac Cox catches and grabs the opponent from both legs, and lifts the opponent so that his opponent would face the mat while being vertically elevated off the mat, he then tosses the opponent overhead by throwing both the opponent's legs forward, slamming the opponent back-first executing a spine-shattering Southern Slam ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!  THIS COULD BE IT!"

Brad Blood:  "Could be?  This is IT!"

Jack B. Quick:  "One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine!  Ten!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by knock out...  Cocky Cox...  ISAAC COX!!!"

Jim Jackson:  "Again with the help of his manager Solomon Jake, Isaac Cox steals the win and a title shot for The Southern Gents!  WAIT!  GUS JUST LEAPT OVER THE CROWD BARRIER AND TOOK SOLOMON JAKE DOWN BY SMASHING HIS TAG TITLE INTO HIS FACE!!!  He starts beating down on Jake!  Isaac Cox leaps over the ropes but Gus trips his leg and sends him tumbling into the ground!  Irish whip sends Cox into the steel steps!  Now Mike Hunt is running down the ramp!  Mike Hunt has run down the ramp but Gus also takes him down with a big kick to the face!"

Brad Blood:  "Gus is on a rampage!  He's not pleased that that The Southern Gents gets another shot at the title!  Gus enters the ring and helps his partner up!   Dammit, Gus would have been cool if he just wasn't paired with that terrorist."






"Carnivore" by Starset starts playing on the speakers as Thaddeus Rex comes out from the back. He quickly makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. It is clear that he is seething from anger and the target of that anger is none other than the RoC World Champion Ray Kamaura.

Thaddeus Rex: "RAY KAMAURA! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A COWARD! You think that ambushing me last week will deter me from peeling that World Title from your cold corpse? Well think again! I'm coming for that title tonight and by hook or by crook I shall walk away the NEW RoC World Champion."

The crowd begin to boo loudly.

Thaddeus Rex: "What?! You all throw your support behind someone who attacked me from behind? SURPRISE SURPRISE! You all think that Ray is your hero, you all put him in a pedestal and idolize him... But his actions last week prove only one thing. He is afraid... Your champion is scared of me! Why? Because he knows that I can beat him and take away the RoC World Title. Because he knows that I am more deserving of that belt that he ever is."

Thaddeus Rex scans the crowd who now have grown silent...

Thaddeus Rex: "So where's the booing now? All it took to shut you all up was the truth. The truth that you all have been worshiping a false god, and like all false gods, Ray Kamaura shall fall! You think you deserve that title Ray? The only thing you deserve is a good beating. You think you are the man to beat? Well news flash kiddo, I've beaten you and I'll easily do it again and you'll find out that your mountain is nothing but an anthill."

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


"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura walks slowly out onto the stage, Clad in his Sleek Black Armani. The glittering golden belt adorned on his shoulder. Ray smirked before flipping the microphone in his hand.

Ray Kamaura: "Let's talk about false gods for a second. I have never even claimed to be a god, But I decimated the man who has. Pedestals, I remember knocking a very explosive man right off his. I have earned this title, and It's gonna take more than an angry Blackuleas to take it from me."

The Rayward Son looked around at the crowd, who were taking in his words.

Ray Kamaura: "I brought them here. I am the reason that this arena is sold out tonight! They came here to watch me beat you. Let me ask you a question? Didn't you ever thing why nobody even tried to stop me from attacking you, from beating you senseless? Because I am the show, and the show must Carry on! Nobody wants to see the good guy lose... so why should they? I'm gonna to out think you, out wrestle you, out fight you! I'm gonna do what everyone here is itching to see me do! I'M GONNA CARRY ON!"

The audience exploded into a roaring cheer that shook the arena. Ray Kamaura smiled and dropped his mic. "Carry on my Wayward Son" began playing as Ray Kamaura lifted his hand into the air before walking out of the arena.






The scene opens to Alexander Melchiott standing across the desk from Lee Morrison. Melchiott's arms are crossed and a look of annoyance is on his face.

Alexander Melchiott: "I warned you. I warned you and everyone else in this company of what would happen if Marcus Troy was allowed to remain here. But NO! Nobody wanted to listen to Alexander. And now look at what you've all got -- a rampaging oaf who poses a threat to everyone, including Troy's former "allies". Well, this is no longer my problem; if Entropy wants to get whipped like a dog by Samuel Hovac, then he's more than welcome to try and come after me."

Melchiott shrugs to show his lack of interest in the situation before finally taking a seat in front of Lee Morrison.

Alexander Melchiott: "Now... on to why I'm really here. I'm sure you heard my proposal from last show, yes? Well, let me just reiterate it, just in case. Thaddeus Rex has decided to pursue the World championship, yet he has been nothing more than a problem for you. Normally, this would only serve to amuse me, but Rex has over-looked one simple fact -- he doesn't deserve this opportunity. Defeating Shogun and Jack Johnson after months of failure doesn't magically grant him a title opportunity. I have defeated both of those men in title matches, and in my expert opinion, I have a much stronger claim to being a Legend than those two. Yet, despite my polite suggestion that you book a match between myself and Thaddeus, you've instead decided to just simply hand him a title match. That doesn't exactly sit very well with me."

Giving Morrison an angry stare, Melchiott continues.

Alexander Melchiott: "So, here are your new options; you can either insert me into the World Championship match tonight, or you can have your precious Main Event ruined. Not by me of course, but I am rather popular you see. There's simply no telling what certain people might do if there isn't something to discourage them..."

While still giving Morrison the evil look, Melchiott's lips curve into a slight smile at the suggestion that something unfortunate "might" happen tonight if Morrison so wishes. Even that slight smile soon gives way to Melchiott's anger.

Alexander Melchiott: "I am the best wrestler in this company to have NEVER recieved an opportunity to even EARN a World title match. I had to TAKE my only opportunity, and I was screwed out of the match. So let me make this clear, Morrison; I'm not asking for this match tonight, I'm demanding it. If you don't want there to be a bigger fucking problem than both Thaddeus and Entropy, then I suggest you put me in that match."


Lee Morrison: "Alexander, Alexander, Alexander... You seem to forget something... You ARE in no position to make demands."

Lee Morrison smirks as he casually takes out a cigarette and lights it. He takes a puff before blowing the smoke towards Melchiott's general direction...

Lee Morrison: "Your threats mean nothing to me but you do present me with a wonderful opportunity, that I can see. I can of course grant your request Alexander, in fact I would say that I would give in to your demands, but not because I'm afraid you will ruin my main event if I don't... No, it's because I see that this will give the fans what they want! But of course there will be a catch... Quid pro quo Mr. Melchiott... I insert you in the title match tonight BUT if you do not win the title, then you forfeit any future claim to ANY title matches."

Lee Morrison grins as he now knows he holds the cards...

Lee Morrison: "So Alexander, what do you say? Will you take this deal or not?"

The general manager of RoC waits for Melchiott to respond.


Standing out of his seat, Melchiott turns his back to Morrison before flashing the camera a smile. Turning around, Melchiott's hand toys with the pink fluff of his coat.

Alexander Melchiott: "You've always been outclassed by me, Morrison. This little deal of yours is no more than a formality. It is lovely to see that you've accepted your defeat and have recognized me as your new World Champion."

Melchiott flips his bangs back before covering a laugh with his hand.

Alexander Melchiott: "Well Morrison, it seems you have a new Main Event. Of course, I will once again prevail on the main stage! Oh, what a delightful moment it will be when I win the World Championship on my first go! Now, the only issue remaining is our relationship... I suppose you should simply abide by this phrase: "Abyssus abyssum invocat"."

Turning towards the door, Melchiott glances over his shoulder.

Alexander Melchiott: "Oh, and I suggest you drop that smug grin of yours. The facade isn't working for you. À la prochaine!"

With that, Melchiott walks out the door, leaving Lee Morrison alone in his office.



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Re: Chaos Supreme 02/21/2016

Post by Thaddeus Rex on Mon Feb 22, 2016 5:16 am



Cher's "Believe" begins playing on the loud speakers as a flamboyant pink light show start flashing on the top of the entrance ramp, a lavender scented mist sprays out covering the entrance tunnel completely.  Stepping forth from the mist with the RoC Lightweight title on her shoulders is Ring of Chaos' one and only transsexual superstar Boy Bakla!  Blowing kisses to her adoring fans, Bakla makes her way down the ramp.  It is clear from all the KT tape all over her body and joints that she is still hurting from her match two weeks ago against the BFW Carnage Champion Vossler, yet without missing a beat, Bakla leaps up the apron and enters the ring.  She then asks for a mic and begins to address the eager crowd chanting her name.

Crowd:  "BAKLA!  BAKLA!  BAKLA!"

Tearing up a little at the support she is getting, Bakla lets a tear drop trickle down her cheeks.  Raising her arm, she silences the crowd as she wipes off the tear before it ruins her make-up.

Boy Bakla:  "It warms my heart the way you all show your support despite my failure to snatch a victory two weeks ago.  I may not have lost but I still wished I could have given you all a win for all the support you have shown me, for all the faith you put into me as your RoC Lightweight Champion and for that I do apologize.  I am not making any excuses, I heard the talk, I lurked around in social media...  Maybe if I was at one hundred percent, maybe if another champion was chosen to represent Ring of Chaos...  Well I took on the challenge despite my injury, I accepted the match because there was no one else, I fought the fight because you all had my back...  And though I didn't win, we sent BFW a strong message...  THAT WE AIN'T NO PUSHOVER EITHER!"

Crowd:  "ROC!  ROC!  ROC!"

Boy Bakla smiles as the crowd cheer loudly.  This time instead of interrupting the cheers, she waits for them to settle down on their own.

Boy Bakla:  "Now comes my announcement, why I came out here tonight...  No, it's not to bathe in your adulation, though it is nice to be appreciated and loved.  I came out tonight because I realized something in my fight two weeks ago and that is that my days as an active wrestlers is numbered...  I probably have a few years left in me fighting in the squared circled."

Crowd:  "NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!"

Worried looks are plastered on the faces of the crowd as they chant "NO!", showing their disagreement to Bakla's statement.  The Transsexual Superstar bid them to calm down and continues on with her speech.

Boy Bakla:  "I'm not growing any younger and I've been wrestling for a long time now, I've bled, I've broke my bones, my body is hurting.  As much as I hate to admit it, Father Time is catching up to me...  But that doesn't mean that I will quit now while I am ahead...  No!  This only means that I shall make each and every fight I have left in the wrestling ring more meaningful.  It means that while I can still fight, I shall give you all the best damn wrestling you all have ever seen!  Oh, I'm gonna keep on fighting until my doctors tell me to stop and I'll give you all a RoC Lightweight Champion you all can be proud of!"

Crowd:  "BAKLA!  BAKLA!  BAKLA!"

Bakla basks in the cheers from the crowd as she raises the RoC Lightweight Title above her head, after a moment she places the belt once again on her shoulders and continues with her speech.

Boy Bakla:  "I'm going to be a fighting champion!  Every week starting the next show, I shall accept all challengers, putting this title on the line!  I shall fight with everything I've got and make sure that I, Boy Bakla shall be the most recognized champion in Ring of Chaos history!  This will be my story!  This will be my legacy!  THIS WILL BE MY MOMENT OF GLORY!  I AM BOY BAKLA AND I'M THE ROC LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION!  So to every lightweight in the building, come one, come all!  I shall take you all on sugah!"

With that Bakla ends her speech and drops the mic as the crowd begins to cheer anew.  She blows a few kisses to her adoring fans before exiting the ring as Cher's "Believe" begins to play once again on the speakers.








VS

VS



Jim Jackson:  "What a night we have so far, but things are about to get hotter with this main event!  What should have been a one on one battle between Ray Kamaura and Thaddeus Rex for the RoC World Title is now a triple threat as a last minute change brought Alexander Melchiott into the fray."

Brad Blood:  "Well Alexander is actually a viable contender for the title, why it took him this long to go after the main title is beyond me, he has the skills and the experience to be one of RoC's top wrestlers which is evident with his lightweight and tag team title reigns."

Jim Jackson:  "The thing is, Ray Kamaura and Thaddeus Rex did not expect a third person to be added to the match, this may put a wrench in their plans as they were solely concentrating on each other.  Now they have to adjust at the last moment to accommodate Alexander Melchiott."

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

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

Alice Aoi:  "Introducing 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:  "Introducing last, standing at 7 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 300 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...  He is your current and reigning RoC World Champion, The Rayward Son...  RAY KAMAURA!"

"Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays as Ray Kamaura walks slowly out onto the stage, fireworks blast out behind him. The Rayward Son walks 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 his title 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 off the bat Alexander Melchiott and Thaddeus Rex goes after the champ!  Ray Kamaura is being pushed back to the ropes by a flurry of strikes from both Melchiott and T-Rex!  Double dropkick sends Kamaura over the top rope crashing to the outside!  With the champ out of the ring, Melchiott and Rex turn their attention on each other!  Alexander tries to throw a few punches in but T-Rex weathers them and counters with a headbutt sending Hotspur reeling!  Standing clothesline attempt by T-Rex...  Alexander Melchiott ducks under it and counters with a series of low kicks!  T-Rex spins out of the way and grabs Alexander...  They both engage in a grappling contest...  WAIT!  Kamaura is on the apron...  He leaps...  SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE TAKES BOTH HOTSPUR AND T-REX DOWN!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Alternate punches from Ray keeps both Alexander and T-Rex unbalanced on their feet...  Wait!  Melchiott ducks below Ray's right!  A low kick on the knee makes the champ stagger!  Stiff clothesline by T-Rex sends the champ down!  Melchiott off the ropes... Springboard legdrop right on the neck!  He hooks the leg...  T-Rex kicks Melchiott off Ray!"

Jim Jackson:  "That is the danger of a triple threat, you need to make sure everyone else is incapacitated or your chances for getting a pinfall or submission is nil.  Big European uppercuts sends Alexander Melchiott to the ropes...  Thaddeus Rex with a clothesline attempt...  Hotspur ducks and leaps...  He steps on Ray Kamaura's back who is trying to get up and backflips towards T-Rex!  Hurricanrana sends Rex flying!  Melchiott is not done...  He bounces off the ropes, springboard flying elbow finds Kamaura's head!  He goes for the cover!"

Brad Blood:  "No!  Double axe handle by T-Rex breaks the count before it even begins!  Rex grabs Melchiott...  Backbreaker!  He almost cracked Alexander in half with that one!  He looks at Ray and begins to rain punches and elbows down on the champ's head!  He goes for the cover..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Tw..."

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura gets a shoulder up!  T-Rex pulls Ray up... Thaddeus Rex holds both the opponent's arms under his own, and delivers a series of headbutts to his opponent, who is unable to counter executing an Unbridled Ferocity.  Kamaura goes down but before T-Rex can act...  Alexander Melchiott jumps onto the turnbuckle before springing back, catching Thaddeus Rex's head, and driving him face-first into the mat...  MOONLIGHT CUTTER!  Melchiott for the cover!"

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

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two..."

Brad Blood:  "T-Rex kicks out at two!  Alexander moves to Ray and hooks the leg...."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two..."

Brad Blood:  "The champ also kicks out at two!  Melchiott works on Ray...  Irish whip sends Kamaura to the ropes!"

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott charges toward Ray Kamaura and drives a shoulder into Ray Kamaura's midsection!  Moonlight Slice!  The champ is down!  Melchiott for the cover....  No!  T-Rex pulls Melchiott off Ray!  Thaddeus Rex hooks the leg...  No!  Hotspur stomps on T-Rex breaking the pinfall attempt.  Rex is pulled up to his feet...  Suplex attempt by Melchiott...  No!  Blocked by T-Rex!  T-Rex lifts Melchiott up...  Front suplex!"

Brad Blood:  "Wait, the champ is up!  T-Rex turns around... And eats a superkick!  T-Rex goes down!  Melchiott staggers to his feet...  Dropkick by Ray sends him crashing to the corner!  Big body avalanche by Kamaura...  He flattens Melchiott!  Running bulldog from the corner...  Alexander eats canvas!  Ray for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson:  "Hotspur gets a shoulder up at two!  Ray Kamaura picks Alexander Melchiott up on his shoudlers...  Melchiott slips free and lands behind Kamaura!  Backstabber!  Ray is down!  Melchiott turns around...  He sees Thaddeus Rex charging in!  He rolls out of the way and T-Rex's running big boot catches Ray on the face!  Enzuigiri by Melchiott sends T-Rex staggering!  Melchiott off the ropes with a springboard crossbody...  NO!  Rex catches him and counters it into a power slam!  That shook the ring!  Rex for the cover..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two..."

Brad Blood:  "Melchiott gets a shoulder up at two!  T-Rex grabs Melchiott and hoist him up his shoulders...  Ray Kamaura falls back and bounces off the ropes before drop kicking Thaddeus Rex executing a KABLAM!   Rex falls back taking Melchiott down with him!  The crowd is once again on their feet!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex pulls himself up...  The champ charges in and takes him down with a clothesline!  Alexander Melchiott staggers to his feet...  Dropkick by Kamaura sends Melchiott through the ropes as he crashes outside!  Thaddeus Rex charges towards Ray...  The champ ducks down and sends T-Rex flying over the top with a back body drop!  Rex smashes into Melchiott outside!  Ray Kamaura runs and leaps over the top rope...  Senton splash takes out both T-Rex and Melchiott!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Damn, the action here tonight is riveting!   It's keeping us all at the edge of our seats!  Ray throws T-Rex back into the ring and slips back in for the cover..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "T-Rex gets a shoulder up before the three!  Ray attempts a cover once more..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "Still a NO from T-Rex!  Looks like Ray is signalling for his finisher!"

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura kicks Thaddeus Rex in the gut causing Thaddeus Rex to double over, Ray bounces off the ropes and runs past Thaddeus Rex...  But Alexander Melchiott has a knee in place and Kamaura smashes into it back first as he tries to rebound off the ropes!  Melchiott off the ropes...  Springboard tornado DDT!  He just planted Kamaura on the canvas!  T-Rex staggers to his feet...  Alexander Melchiott traps the arms of Thaddeus Rex in front of him before lifting Thaddeus Rex and slamming him into the mat with a bridging German suplex.  Moonlight Delight!  Both shoulders are down!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Th..."

Brad Blood:  "No!  T-Rex manages to kick out!  Melchiott grabs T-Rex and is about to set him up for a DDT...  Wait!  Ray with a clothesline comes charging in! Melchiott bends backwards and lands the DDT while dodging the clothesline attempt!  He turns around...  Spinning wheel kick by Kamaura catches him!   Melchiott stumbles towards the ropes and bounces back into Kamaura's grasp..."

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura grabs Alexander Melchiott by the forearm, twisting them around, after three twists delivers and jumping spin kick to Alexander Melchiott's mid section executing a Better Luck Next Time!  Melchiott is down...  Kamaura sizes him up...  Standing moonsault!  He flattens Melchiott...   The champ goes for the cover...  No!  T-Rex disrupts the pinfall attempt!  Irish whip by Kamaura sends Thaddeus Rex crashing into the corner...  Kamaura pulls Hotspur up...  And Irish whips him right into T-Rex!  It's now a tangle of bodies in the corner...  Kamaura charges in...  Cannonball smashes into both Melchiott and T-Rex!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Brad Blood:  "Ray is on fire!  He just took out both Melchiott and Rex in one move!  Melchiott rolls through the ropes and falls out of the ring!  Ray now has T-Rex in his sights...  He starts stomping away at Rex in the corner!  Looks like Ray is releasing some pent up aggression he has on T-Rex...  He pulls T-Rex to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Thr..."

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex still manages to kick out!  Ray Kamaura is running out of patience as he starts pounding into Rex...  Alexander Melchiott climbs up back to the apron...  Kamaura spots him and quickly goes after him...  He grabs Melchiott by the hair and pulls him up...  Melchiott with a brilliant counter hits a jawbreaker bringing Kamaura's neck down on the top rope!  Melchiott leaps on the ropes...  Springboard arm drag sends Kamaura to the canvas!  The champ tries to get back up...  Melchiott with a leg trip sends him back to the mat!  Melchiott pulls Kamaura back up...  Irish whip sends him crashing into T-Rex who is just getting back to his feet!  Kamaura falls backwards and Hotspur quickly rolls him up!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Thr..."

Brad Blood:  "Kamaura kicks out!  T-Rex charges in...  Melchiott ducks the discus clothesline and Kamaura gets clocked instead!  Melchiott tries to attack but T-Rex takes him down with a stiff lariat!  Thaddeus Rex approaches his opponent who is lying facing down. He grabs his opponent's arms, and pulls it to his opponent's back. Thaddeus Rex then rolls and flips forward into a bridge, applying pressure on the wrist and elbow executing a Grounding the Prey.  Melchiott is trapped in a submission!"

Jim Jackson:  "No!  Alexander Melchiot manages to twist free!  He counters T-Rex's submission attempt...  Alexander Melchiott crosses the arms of Thaddeus Rex before swinging his legs over the crossed arms while falling onto his back.  Forming an "X" shape with his legs, Alexander begins pushing against T-Rex's neck while also pulling on his arms to maximize the pressure...  Moonlight Goodnight!  Moonlight Goodnight is locked in!  Rex is in trouble!  Ray Kamaura breaks the submission hold saving Rex and his title!  Big kick to the gut startles Melchiott...  Pele kick from nowhere by Hotspur takes Kamaura down!  Melchiott goes to the top turnbuckle...  T-Rex shakes the ropes and Melchiott lands on his groin!"

Brad Blood:  "Ooh...  That has got to hurt... T-Rex leaps up to the turnbuckles and land a couple of hard shots into Melchiott's back!  He's setting up Melchiott for a superplex...  Ray stumbles in and lifts T-Rex up...  ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP SUPERPLEX COMBO!!!  T-Rex slams into the ground taking Alexander down with him!  The crowd goes wild!"

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

Jim Jackson:  "Ray Kamaura goes for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Thre..."

Jim Jackson:  "Alexander Melchiott kicks out!  The champ shifts over to Thaddeus Rex and hooks the leg..."

Jack B. Nimble:  "One! Two!  Thre..."

Jim Jackson:  "Thaddeus Rex also kicks out!  The champ pulls T-Rex back up...  Ray Kamaura kicks Thaddeus Rex in the gut causing Thaddeus Rex to double over, Ray bounces off the ropes and runs past T-Rex, rebounds off the ropes and jumps, placing his foot on Thaddeus Rex's head, forcing it into the mat...  CARRY ON!  CARRY ON!  T-Rex is out!  Kamaura goes for the cover...   Alexander Melchiott moves to the turnbuckle and climbs onto the first rope before flipping back and onto Ray Kamaura with a moonsault breaking the pinfall!  Kamaura rolls away,  Alexander quickly gets back to his feet before jumping onto the second rope and landing onto Thaddeus Rex with a second moonsault.  Jumping back to his feet, Alexander quickly hops onto the turnbuckle’s third rope before leaping back and onto T-Rex with a third and final moonsault!   MOONLIGHT SPECIAL!!!  MOONLIGHT SPECIAL!"

Brad Blood:  "This is insane!  Alexander hooks T-Rex's leg!"

Jack B. Nimble:  "One!  Two!  Three!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

Jim Jackson:  "OH MY GOD!  NEW CHAMP!  NEW CHAMP!  Ray Kamaura had the match in the bag but in comes Alexander Melchiott and pulls the rug right from under him!"

Brad Blood:  "Holy crap!  This makes Alexander Melchiott our FIRST triple crown winner!  The crowd is on their feet!"

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

Alice Aoi:  "The winner of this match by pinfall and NEW ROC WORLD CHAMPION...  Hotspur...  ALEXANDER MELCHIOTT!"

Jim Jackson:  "Oh my god, what a match!  What a main event!  Alexander Melchiott has come in as a dark horse and took the RoC World Title!  No one saw it coming!"

Brad Blood:  "My mind is blown!  What started out as a feud between Ray and T-Rex for the World Title was gatecrashed by Alexander!  And now he walks away as the new RoC World Champion at the same time making history as the first RoC Triple Crown Champ!  What a night indeed."






Jim Jackson:  "And what a night it has been!  From Lexi Thorne's defeat to Tyler Norton going against Colton Charles Cai Cobb, from Isaac Cox managing a win and getting a title shot for The Southern Gents to the fall of Entropy...  Each match has kept us at the edge of our seats but to cap off the night, we now have a NEW ROC WORLD CHAMPION!  Congratulations to Alexander Melchiott..."

Brad Blood:  "Damn right, tonight was an exemplary night of wrestling!  Even La Máscara and The Daring One made history by finally putting down Entropy just as Melchiott did when he became the first Triple Crown Champ!  The future looks bright for Ring of Chaos."

Jim Jackson:  "That it is Brad, that it is.  But now it's time for us to say goodbye...  So until next time...  Good fight and good night!"



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