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Post by C. M. Synthy on Aug 4, 2009 1:28:19 GMT -5
*Static echoes throughout the arena...but not an ordinary static. This one is almost muted...and if you listen closely, murmuring is hidden just beneath the obvious. Just above subliminal...the screen flashes a quick succession of colors. Silver. Black. Red. Fuchsia. Silver. Black. Red. Fuchsia. Silverblack...redfuchsia...silverblackredfuchsia. Faster and faster. Quick. Embedded within the colors are shots of something so subliminal...haunting...but doesn't bring about a feeling of negativity. Instead..it brings excitement.
A flash of purple- and it lingers long enough for a small patch of gold to appear. Flash. Fuchsia appears, a dot of black in the center. Flash. A shot of black with amethyst. Flash. Red...with a shot of blue.
They all flash in succession. The color shots embedded growing with each passing hit.
The purple reappears. The gold has finally taken a shape everyone can recognise. A beautiful Championship belt.
The fuschia appears. The shot of black in a form of stylish, sleek sunglasses.
The black envelopes the screen. In this color...a fuschia eye. Haunted..determined.
Finally. The red.. but the red doesn't eat up the screen. Instead..it morphs into a gothically-inclined rose. Inside this rose is a live-action shot of a tear dripping down an ivory-pale cheek, wiping away a streak of blood.*
At the end...a white screen. Big, bold black letters.
"CHAOS COMES HOME."
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Post by Lana de la Croix on Aug 7, 2009 11:02:58 GMT -5
*Chaz Stone uses a keycard to unlock the door of his hotel room. He seems to be in a better mood than in past days, whistling softly to himself and looking tired but content. When he turns the switch on the wall, the room lights flicker on as he steps into the room. After stretching luxuriously, Chaz tosses his gym bag on the floor at the foot of the full-size bed. He shrugs off his overshirt and tosses it on the bed, but as he goes to pull the undershirt off, a sound coming from the kitchenette shared with the adjoining room distracts him. He heads in, looking around for the source of the racket.*
Chaz: Oi, what’re ye up to?
*After a moment, a distinctive red head appears above the top of the counter, followed by a pair of very blue eyes. Chaz grins and leans over the counter.*
Chaz: Isn’ it a li’l late t’ be cookin’, lass? Lana: Ah ain’t cookin’. *she continues rummaging* Chaz: Then wha’ are y’up to, then? Lana: Well…*she ducks halfway inside the cabinet* Ah jus’ foun’ out that Ah’ve got a match agains’ Vile. Chaz: Aye, heard tha’ m’self. Lana: It seems awful unfair ta me tha’ she gets ta wear all dat armor, y’know? Chaz: Aye c’n see yer poin’… What’s all tha’ got t’ do wi’ the kitchen, tho'?
*Lana doesn’t answer immediately. Chaz peers over the counter to see what she’s up to, but she’s only visible from the waist down. Unperturbed, Chaz takes a bit longer of a look than might have been necessary before clearing his throat.*
Chaz: D’you hear me, lass? Lana: Ah heard ya, Ah heard ya… *she finally emerges from the cabinet, an aluminum mixing bowl planted on her head* There. Chaz: *mild stare* What on eart’ are ye doin’ with tha’ bowl on yer head? Lana: She got a helmet, don’t she? Dis is as close as Ah kin get, ‘specially on such short notice.
*Chaz looks closely at Lana and, once he determines that she is completely in earnest, begins laughing hysterically. Lana pouts as the large Scot continues guffawing until he’s forced to sit, short of breath and sore. He raises a hand to cut off any scolding she might be considering and slowly calms enough to speak.*
Chaz: Lemme ge’ this straight’, lass. Ye wanna go oot there wearin’ a mixin’ bowl on yer head because Vile has armor, izzat righ’? Lana: *frowns* Well, what else am Ah s’posed ta do? Chaz: Aye tell ye wha’. Give me a few days an’ Aye’ll see wha’ Aye c’n do fer ye, okay? Lana: *takes the bowl off her head* Ah s’pose Ah do sound awful silly… Chaz: Ye do, but it’s part of yer charm. *he ruffles her hair playfully* Aye think Aye know jus’ th’ bloke t’ help us ou’ here.
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Post by James "Magnum" Constance on Aug 8, 2009 20:24:24 GMT -5
We cut to ringside as the bell sounds, signaling the start of this next upcoming match. Howard Finkel, as always, is standing by inside the squared circle.
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
March to the Scaffold picks up first on the Colvintron, the crowd booing rather loudly at the sound of this familiar song. Soon enough, a familiar blonde haired young man emerges from beneath the archway,arms folded calmly behind his back. As usual, he is clad in a pair of lengthy white tights with a golden yellow stripe coming down each leg, his wrists and feet both taped up as you'd expect. The young man sports that same eeriely content expression in his eyes, taking a bow before the crowd, who simply boos him even louder. Bringing up the rear, the former W*I*G* Undisuputed Women's Champion can be seen, herself clad in her traditional yellow jumpsuit, sleeves torn off of course, as well as a plain pair of white tennis shoes. Her spiky hair do can be seen poking up from behind her ally's head, as she steps out at his side and flashes the WIGSphere crowd a nasty scowl.
Finkel: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Rosie, representing the Innocent, from the land of Purity, weighing in at 227 pounds, Joshua!
Tom: Not a warm welcome for that man, Joshua, or the former Women’s Champion Rosie.
Jeannie: Well I don’t think they have exactly what I’d call…social skills, between Joshua being so emotionless and Rosie being mad as hell all the time. But I don’t think that’s being fair to them…I mean, EVERYONE makes a few mistakes, what’s to say they can’t get a little sympathy from the crowd.
Tom: I’d be inclined to agree, but since the Innocent hasn’t really brought anything that compensates for all that they’ve done here in W*I*G, I think the fans have all the right not to like them.
The crowd boos loudly once more, as Joshua seems to ignore their hatred, calmly making his way down the rampway towards the ring, Rosie following close behind in tow. The young man quickly makes his way over to the steel steps, ascending them quickly, stepping across the apron and wiping his feet momentarily, then calmly stepping through the ropes inside of the ring. He then makes his way over to his corner of the ring, now simply lying in wait for his opponent. Rosie follows him over to that side of the ring, cracking her neck from side to side as she makes her way over. The two of them then focus their eyes directly on the entrance ramp, seemingly ready to get this match going. They don't have to wait long as the Magnum P.I Theme Song picks up next on the Colvintron, the crowd cheering loudly in anticipation as they turn their eyes towards the entrance once more. Soon enough, the rather tall and muscular looking Hawaiian steps out from the back Detroit Tiger's baseball cap, sunglasses, and Hawaiian shirt, as well as his usual black knee pads, boots, and on this occassion, purple trunks.
Finkel: And his opponent, from Honolulu Hawaii, weighing in at 425 pounds, James "Magnum" Constance!
Tom: …but the crowd is certainly happy to see James Constance, who looks fired-up as always for this match tonight.
Jeannie: He could certainly fire ME up…
Tom: The match hasn’t even started yet, and already I’m going to have to ask you to stop.
Constance quickly begins heading down towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside, before turning his attention to Joshua inside the ring, who simply looks on quite calmly. The man quickly hops up onto the apron, climbing inside the ring, and stepping into the center. He pumps a fist into the air, the crowd cheering him loudly once again, before quickly backing up to his corner of the ring. He quickly removes his cap, sunglasses, and shirt, bundling them all up together, then setting them down outside the ring apron. He then turns his attention back to the ring, watching as Joshua looks across from the ring, that same concerning smile across his complexion. Magnum looks back with a much more focused expression in his eyes, as the two men quickly meet up in the center of the ring. However, before they come to blows, Joshua almost instantaneously extends his arm for a handshake, an oddly sincere look in his eyes. Magnum blinks slightly, gazing down slowly at the hand before him, thinking for a quick moment, then deciding to accept. The two men shake hands rather quickly, though it's obvious James still doesn't trust the demented young man. They quickly back away from one another having completed this, now quickly beginning to encircle the ring.
Tom: Not often that you see that sort of thing start a match, and frankly I can’t blame Magnum for being a little suspicious.
Jeannie: Well you need to stop, Tom. Did you see him doing anything wrong? No? Then stop judging him!
Almost immediately the two men lunge back in. Joshua quickly launches a kick right at Constance, who quickly leaps back out of the way, then following up with a kick to the gut, doubling his opponent over. He then quickly unloads with a series of jabs to his opponent, alternating between the head and chest area with each, as Joshua gasps slightly, enduring this rapid fire assault. Constance quickly backs him up against the ropes, before whipping him back off towards the other side, Joshua being sent with ease across the ring. Constance then charges back, aiming a quick lariat right at his opponent! Joshua however quick drops down and rolls under his arm, before taking him from behind, rolling him into a quick school boy pin! 1.....2
Tom: Schoolboy rollup from Joshua! Can he get an early win over Constance?!
Magnum quickly escapes, Joshua rolling back to his feet, rubbing slightly at his head and chest areas. Constance rises up swiftly himself, nodding slowly in response. The two of them quickly lunge back in at one another, this time Joshua clipping him right in the right leg with a swift foot, Constance staggering back slightly. Joshua then follows up with a series of further feet, bombarding his opponent with those intelligent legs of his, backing his opponent this time into those ropes. He then whips him off towards the other side, Constance being sent charging forward himself. Joshua then pursues after him, leaping up high and aiming a dropkick as he comes back! Constance however rolls under it this time, showing some impressive agility, Joshua missing and dropping back down, looking rather surprised, as he rises up and turns in around, just in time to recieve a dropkick from Magnum himself, taking the blonde haired young man down with ease. Constance quickly climbs atop, looking for a cover of his own. 1......2
Tom: That’s a well-executed dropkick from Magnum! Just look at the height of the jump that he got with it, not forgetting the damage that it can do.
Jeannie: Heheh…you said “height” and “damage.”
Joshua however swiftly kicks out. Magnum quickly reaches down, hoisting him up off the mat looking for a scoop slam. Joshua however wriggles free, landing behind his opponent and quickly rolling him up once more, taking him this time into a rolling clutch pin! 1.....2..
Tom: Rolling clutch from Joshua now!
Constance once again escapes, as Joshua yet again rolls back to his feet. He grasps at his face once more, still feeling a few lingering effects from the dropkick, but still remains quite calm. James on the other hand looks back with a bit of frustration, clearly caught off guard by this young man's agility. Rosie peers from outside herself, arms folded at her chest, a foul expression across her features as she watches this bout. Once again, the two men lunge in, this time locking up. Constance quickly swings behind his opponent, taking him down swiftly to the mat with a waistlock takedown, driving him down into the canvas. Joshua looks a bit surprised himself this time, as Constance squeezes firmly around his waist. Quickly though, the young man manages to counter, switching behind his opponent and taking him into a swift side headlock. James looks on with annoyance, now feeling the pressure around his neck as his blonde haired opponent wrenches away on it. Quickly he pushes back up to his feet, then backing up off the ropes, trying to force the smaller Joshua off. He however manages to maintain his grip, grounding his feet firmly into the canvas while continuing to twist on that neck. Eventually Constance begins firing off a series of overhead shots to Joshua's face, the young man grimacing slightly as he's loosened up, Constance then scooping him up from behind for a belly to back suplex, dropping him down to the canvas! Joshua lands hard, grasping at his back in pain and instinctively rolling out onto the apron nearby. He then pushes back up to his feet, only for Constance to quickly charge right at him for a spear! Quickly, Joshua leaps off the apron to the outside, looking rather relieved, only to turn around as Constance steps out onto the apron, then leaps off with a double axe handle smash, taking him to the ground upon contact!
Jeannie: Ow, I could feel that all the way out here!
Tom: While Joshua’s definitely not slow, he needs to beware of James Constance’s deceptive levels of agility for someone of his size, not to mention is obviously present physical strength. What an axehandle!
Constance quickly hoists Joshua up off the ground, tossing him back inside the ring, then sliding in back after him, now looking for a cover. 1.....2.
Tom: And will that get the pinfall?!
Joshua however kicks out once more. Constance rears back, bouncing off the ropes, then coming right at the rising Joshua with a high knee strike, nailing him in the face once more and sending him reeling backwards, now grasping further at those features. He then charges once again, lunging in for a second lariat attempt. Joshua over instinctively counters, taking him down swiftly to the mat with a drop toe hold. He then rises back to his feet, grasping at those features rather closely. He then charges in at the rising Constance and grabs him by the neck from behind, looking for a Russian Leg Sweep. Constance however quickly elbows his way free, nailing a few more shots to his opponent's face and once again sending him reeling backwards.He then quickly hoists him off the canvas, the young man looking rather dazed at the moment, Constance holding him aloft in the air for quite a bit, letting the blood rush to his opponent's head, before dropping back down with a Vertical Suplex! Joshua lands hard once again, grasping further at his back as he grimaces in pain. Constance then quickly charges full speed, leaping up high and driving a pair of knees right into Joshua's features, the young man gasping once more pain as he goes rolling along the canvas! The crowd cheers as Constance then makes his way over towards the turnbuckle, now sporting a confident grin on his face as he climbs to the top. However before he can leap off, Rosie immediately lunges in and grabs him by the back of the leg, the referee unaware of this it seems. James turns around and looks on with annoyance, managing to force her back with a mighty shove of his foot, sending her stumbling into the barricade in annoyance. He then turns back around, just in time for Joshua to leap up high into the air and nail him in the face with an especially high bicycle kick, nailing Constance in the face and sending him tumbling down to the canvas in a heap! The crowd boos, Joshua seemingly not aware of his ally's interference as he grasps his back slightly, before quickly dropping down for a cover! 1.....2....
Tom: That’s downright disgraceful.
Jeannie: Oh, what? It’s not like Joshua was planning that one all along…he just took the advantage that was offered to him by Rosie, who’s certainly looking out for him as you can plainly see. And that was a HELL of a kick by Joshua.
Constance kicks out. Joshua simply rises back up off of him, once again looking quite content as he studies his opponent. Constance slowly sits up off the canvas, grasping at his face, only for the martial art adept Joshua to lunge in with a swift kick to the face, sending him back down flat on the mat. He groans, rolling off to the side of the mat, Joshua quickly follows in pursuit, springing off the ropes, then charging in full speed with an especially low dropkick, nailing Constance in those features once again and sending him further tumbling along the ring. The crowd boos, Joshua quickly slipping back over and draping himself atop, looking for yet another pin. 1.....2....
Tom: Well excuse me, but I think “looking out” for someone and “trying to screw over their opponent” are two entirely different things. But will that be enough? I hope not. But will that dropkick get the pin?
Constance however manages to once again kick out, further proving his resilience. Joshua looks a bit surprised, now pulling him back to his feet, only to recieve a quick flurry of body shots from James, hunching him over in pain. He immediately fires back though with a high roundhouse, nailing Constance in the face once more and sending him back to the ground. Joshua rubs over his abdomen slightly, before slipping back over to Constance's face. He then begins a series of focused stomps across the area with his powerful feet, Constance gasping out in pain from each one. Instinctively, the man guards his face, managing to roll away from this flurry. Joshua however continues his pursuit, immediately dropping down and grabbing him by the face, now pulling back and wrenching firmly across with a crossface submission, digging his fingers firmly into that face as he takes advantage of the damage already done! Constance yelps out in pain, face contorting in agony as he feels this pressure being applied. His opponent simply continues pulling back intently, Rosie meanwhile on the outside watching on with a rather satisfied sneer, head poking into the ring as she leans forward on the apron. Constance cringes in pain, desperately trying to endure this hold, now attempting to push to his feet to counteract. Joshua however doesn't miss a beat, quickly rising up and switching to a standing facelock, now straddling over his larger opponent, trying to keep him grounded. Magnum continues to look on in pain, but manages to push back up to a vertical base even further, now pushing the smaller Joshua atop of his shoulders as he does so, who looks on in a bit surprise, but still continues to further aggravate his advesary's face, clamping around it. Constance however finally manages to force him off, falling backwards and taking them both down hard to the canvas! Joshua gasps in pain, his back colliding with the canvas, as he once again grasps at it in pain. Constance meanwhile rubs closely over his face, checking perhaps to see if any skin was broken. After this inspection, he manages to roll over atop his opponent, looking for a cover! 1......2...
Tom: What a counter by Magnum! And just like that, the momentum as shifted right in James’ favor as he goes for the pin!
Joshua however kicks out. Constance sits back up off the mat and grabs the side of his head, not pleased with this it seems. Joshua meanwhile begins to sit up soon after himself, rubbing further over his spine area. The two men soon meet at a vertical base, as Constance immediately fires off with a stiff knife edge chop, nailing Joshua in the chest and sending him staggering backwards! Immediately the young man snaps back with a swift kick to Constance's own side, causing to stumble back a bit himself. Once again, James unleashes another knife edge, once again battering his opponent across the chest. Joshua answers however with yet another kick to the other side, as soon enough the two men began exchanging these powerful blows quite quickly, battering one another quite intently with these attacks. Eventually Magnum catches Joshua during one of his kicks by a leg, the young man quickly trying to counter with an enziguri, only for this leg to be snatched up as well, Constance then hoisting him high up into the air before driving him down with a powerful Double-A Style Spinebuster! Joshua's eyes widen immediately in pain as he comes down, now grasping at his spine intently. Constance quickly drops down, hooking a leg and going for a cover! 1.....2.....
Tom: Big spinebuster! You can feel the aftershock of that one all the way outside the ring!
Jeannie: Joshua better hope he’s got some stamina left, because even if he kicks out of that, he’ll be worse for the wear…
Joshua manages to get a shoulder up. Constance looks a bit surprised by this, quickly hoisting his opponent back off of the ground then swiftly swinging him around, setting him up and driving him down with the Rapture! Joshua once again drops down to the canvas, eyes wide in pain as he now grabs at his neck area. Constance then stomps down on the mat, looking quite intently at his opponent as he waits for him to rise back up! Soon enough Joshua does so, Constance quickly hoisting him up high into the air by the legs, then dropping him throat first across the top rope with a flapjack and sending him stumbling back! Constance then charges after, following up with a clothesline and taking him off his feet once again! He then drops down and makes yet another cover! 1.....2....
Tom: A big clothesline after that hot-shot and the momentum is still firmly in Magnum’s grasp.
Jeannie: Yeah, Joshua is really starting to need to dig deep right about now…
Again, Joshua pushes that shoulder from off the canvas. Again, Constance rubs his forehead in aggravation, before quickly scooping his opponent back up off the mat. He then quickly hoists him up atop his shoulders and signals to the crowd, setting him up for the Ode to Tom Selleck! However on the way down, Joshua grabs ahold of him by the neck, turning the move instead a mid air Face Crusher!, dropping James into the canvas with a thud! Constance's eyes go wide, as he flops in a heap face down into the canvas. Joshua quickly turns him over, grabbing at his back as he does so, before making another pin attempt! 1.....2.....
Jeannie: There we go.
Tom: And now things have switched themselves back from before...will Joshua be able to put Magnum away this time?
Constance this time gets a shoulder up. Joshua looks rather surprised at this, gazing down in disbelief at his opponent now writhing on the mat. Rosie on the outside meanwhile angrily pounds on the canvas, not at all happy with this turn of events. Immediately the blonde haired young man rises back to his feet, quickly making his way over towards the nearest turnbuckle, as Constance clutches further at his features. He then quickly ascends, now focusing on his fallen opponent as he goes into a bit of a trance, before finally leaping halfway across the ring with a leg drop, driving that limb down across Constance's throat! The man immediately gasps for air, Joshua grabbing briefly at his back once more, before quickly making another cover attempt! 1.....2.....
Jeannie: He’s working to keep things under his control now. And a nice leg drop, too.
Constance once more shoots up his shoulder from the mat. Once again, Rosie grabs her head in fury, now scowling with pure hatred at Constance inside the ring. Joshua meanwhile simply shakes his head once more in disbelief. He rubs over his spine as he pushes back to his feet, now stomping down on the mat below as he lays in wait above his opponent. Constance slowly begins to struggle back to his feet, clutching closely over his facials as he does. Almost immediately Joshua springs up looking for the Soul Cleanser! Constance however manages to duck underneath the first two kicks, then spring back and connect with Wave Goodbye Superkick, cracking Joshua in his own face and sending him down in a heap, Constance dropping back down to the mat himself soon after, as he leaps atop for a pin! 1......2......3
Tom: Oh! What a superkick! That’s got to be it!
Jeannie: I’m not taking anything away from Joshua’s kicking ability here, but damn.
Joshua once more gets that shoulder from off the mat. Constance groans, grasping once again at his face, a pained expression forming across it. He slowly rolls off and away from his opponent, as the two them lay on the mat for a moment. Soon enough, the pair begin to push back to their feet once more. Almost instantly, Constance rears back with a powerful elbow smash, sending Joshua reeling backwards towards the ropes. He then follows up with a few more, soon sending him back against there, the Magnum fan then whipping him off towards the ropes, only for Joshua to manage a reversal, shifting the momentum. Joshua then quickly positions himself a back body drop, only for James to counter in mid run with a facebuster knee smash, sending Joshua down with the force! He rises back up to his feet, rubbing over his own face now, staggering forward immediately into a flapjack, Constance then turning the move into a midair cutter, driving his opponent back to the canvas once again! Joshua bounces off the mat, grabbing at his face once more as he staggers back to his feet, looking quite dazed now. Constance then quickly scoops him up into the air, looking once more for that Ode to Tom Selleck as he sets Joshua up. However this time before he can complete the move, Rosie leaps up onto the ring apron, now yelling at James quite... colorfully. Constance looks at her in annoyance, quickly stomping forward and swinging the prone Joshua right into her, knocking her back to the ground! Constance then sets up one more time, only for Joshua to drop down behind him, taking Constance into a quick rolling clutch pin! 1.....2......3
Tom: Rolling clutch from out of NOWHERE!
Constance however escapes at the last moment. Joshua once again looks quite surprised at this, grasping closely over his face once again. He swiftly charges back once again at his opponent, Magnum aiming yet another lariat as hecomes close, only for Joshua to once again duck beneath, then stopping behind him and leaping up with an immediately Gamengiri, cracking Magnum right in the face once again and sending him back to the ground! He grasps at his complexion for a moment, before springing back atop the nearby turnbuckle, turning around and laying in wait for Magnum as he rises back up. He then leaps off with a top rope axe kick, aiming that leg right at the back of his opponent's neck! Magnum however seemingly senses him coming, catching him in mid air, then finally dropping him down to the canvas with a third Ode to Tom Selleck! Joshua goes down to the mat with a thud, grimacing in pain, as Constance crawls over and hooks the leg, rubbing at his own face briefly as he does. 1......2......3!
Tom: Another Ode to Tom Selleck! What impact!
Jeannie: Come on, Joshua, and you’ve been doing so well tonight…
Joshua can't answer the count. The crowd cheers loudly as Constance sits back up off the canvas, thrusting his arms high into the air in victory, a very proud smile on his face!
Finkel: Here is your winner... James Magnum Constance!
Tom: A hard-earned victory for James Constance, but it was worth every ounce of blood, sweat and tears. There’s no telling how far you can go with that kind of work in the ring.
Jeannie: Bias alert! Bias alert! I think you’re selling Joshua short here, Tom. I don’t think that if this match happened again, Magnum would do quite so well for himself. And knowing Joshua, he’s the exact kind of guy who’d study to make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.
Constance slowly rises back to his feet, grabbing at his features once again, as the referee grabs his arm and raises it high into the air in triumph, the crowd cheering loudly as they watch on. Joshua meanwhile rolls out of the ring, Rosie looking recovered herself as she grabs ahold of her ally, helping him back to his feet on the outside. Constance meanwhile rolls out of the ring himself, looking quite happy with his victory as he turns around and makes his way to the back. Soon enough, the music dies back down as Joshua and Rosie soon follow in pursuit, only for the woman to suddenly turn around, whipping him back face first into the steel post!
Tom: Oh!
Jeannie: What the hell…?
Tom: Rosie certainly doesn’t seem happy about Joshua losing that match…
Jeannie: On the other hand, coming from a member of the Innocent, I don’t find this all too surprising…
Joshua bounces off and grabs at his features immediately in pain, falling to the ground and grabbing desperately at his already sore face. The foul looking woman then stomps over and delivers a few more deliberate stomps across those features, doing even more damage to her ally as he simply lays there, seemingly in acceptance of this assault! Eventually after burying her feet into his face for a bit longer, Rosie reaches back down and once again helps her ally to his feet, the crowd once again looking on in what can only be seen as confusion. Joshua meanwhile simply gives that same twistedly content look he had as he came out, blood now dripping from his forehead and running down his nose. The two of them then resume their trek to the backstage once more, soon making their way up the ramp and disappearing themselves.
We quickly fade to a video package for the upcoming Glory and Misery show.
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Post by Ykaterina Milosanova on Aug 8, 2009 22:34:05 GMT -5
*The camera fades in backstage, in front of a solid, wooden double-door. On each side of the doorway is a guard, both of them clad in jungle-camouflaged military uniforms and holding stun batons. They look into the distance off-camera, stone-faced and quiet, but their solitude is interrupted as the masked Ykaterina Milosanova walks towards the door, between them. Just as she goes to push one half of the door open, one of the guards turns his eyes to her and blocks her way in, standing before the exit.*
Guard: Excuse me, access to this part of the arena is restricted on behalf of General Managers Fernandéz and Ripley. State your business and identify yourself.
Ykaterina: I’m here to make a request to the General Managers. I wrestle here regularly, so I should need no such identification, unless you’re too lazy to ever pay attention to what happens in the company around you.
Guard: Oh, not at all…but if you’ll let me take off that mask of yours and identify you…
Ykaterina: Would you be so willing to do that if you didn’t have a weapon and another body nearby to protect yourself?
Guard: Maybe I didn’t make myself clear the first time…
*He raises his weapon, but suddenly the door behind him goes flying open, knocking him to the floor as Ykaterina jumps back to avoid getting hit by the guard as he collapses to the floor next to the door, unconscious. Now standing in front of the entrance, his arms outstretched in a welcome manner, is General Fernandéz.*
Fernandéz: Welcome to my office…sort of! You’ll have to excuse my men…they seem to be a bit overzealous as of late, especially around ladies such as yourself. Come in, come in…*he shifts his attention briefly towards the other guard*…drag that man out of here…when he comes to, tell him he’s fired…
*The general does an about face and walks into the office, Ykaterina Milosanova not far behind as she avoids stepping on the unconscious man. The door closes behind them as Reynaldo takes a seat at his desk and lights up a cigar.*
Fernandéz: Please forgive Mr. Ripley for not being able to be here right now…other business duties, you see…
Ykaterina: That's fine. I’m sorry for my sudden appearance here, but it's because I have a request. For a match at Glory and Misery.
Fernandéz: Oh, really? Do say what it is…I should have no problem granting it.
Ykaterina: You see, my most recent match—with Talia Bell—didn’t go as either of us seemed to have hoped, and I was wondering if you could—
*Suddenly, the door to Fernandéz’s office comes swinging open. Talia Bell, still in her ring gear from earlier, comes stomping in.*
Talia: Generalissimo! I need ta speak wuth you! By the way, ya need some new guards! Those wint down un one punch!
*Talia laughs. Then, she suddenly stops when she sees Ykaterina in the office.*
Talia: Whet us she do-un’ here!?
Fernandéz: Asking for something before you joined us…
*Milosanova turns herself around to face Talia, putting her hands on her hips as she looks at her.*
Ykaterina: A match at Glory and Misery. With you.
Talia: Are ya be-un’ a hard case!? Thet’s whet I came un here for!
Ykaterina: And if the General denies the request for us to have a match, are you going to try to attack me again? Because that I don't think that worked out so well for you the first time...
Talia: Hey! You got lucky, demmut! I wes woozy from da drop onto da steel stips. Uf ya hedn’t dropped me onto ‘em, then I woulda knocked your block off! By the way, *to Fernandéz* she should hev been dusqualufied for det steel stip etteck! That riferee needs ta read da rules or git glesses or somethun’! Or, ya could just reverse da dicision an’ eward me da metch. Det be hunky dory wet me.
Fernandéz: I can understand your anger at such a situation and I do not blame you for it at all, however you must consider that there is nothing in our rules that says that using the nearby environment to one's advantage during a match is illegal. Now if one of you picked the steps up and smacked the other one over the head, then we might have a problem, alas we do not. Perhaps, you should study the rule book a bit more closely, instead of worrying about me getting as you say..."Honky Donkey."
Talia: Or, maybe you should edept some New Zealend wrestling rules, because det’s how we do it down under! Now, ya gonna geev us enother match or whet!?
*The general takes a big puff of his cigar and exhales with a very content sigh.*
Fernandéz: Oh, yes. I'm certain that both of you will perform better this time around, and I can't say "no" to any match when that's the case. A regular, one-on-one match at Glory and Misery it is.
*Milosanova nods at this, before turning herself back again to face her opponent.*
Ykaterina: And sorry, Talia...but that will probably be under regular American rules.
Talia: Whet!? Eh, fine! Hill, I could beat ya under Duchiss of Queensbury rules!
Ykaterina: And I'm sure I could beat you in a "Volga Death Match," but you don't see me saying that to try to prove it to other people...
Talia: But...wut det ixemple, dudn’t you just say ut?
Ykaterina: If you don't understand what I'm getting at with saying that, then you clearly don't understand the nature of the match you named...
Talia: Oh yeah! Will…maybe…ut’s you who doesn’t…understend…da nature of…um…SHUT UP!!!! Just shut up!
*Talia storms off.*
Ykaterina: *turning her attention back to Reynaldo* ...so the match is official now?
Fernandéz: Yes. Yes it is. And now, because of other tasks, I'm going to have to ask you to take your leave from here...but do take care. Best of luck to you and Talia in your match...aheh...heh.
*Milosanova silently nods and turns around, quietly slipping out the door as the General takes another puff of his cigar, before depositing it in a nearby ashtray and placing his arms behind his head while his eyes shutter and, tilting his head back, begins to snore. Fade out.*
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Post by Team Ireland on Aug 11, 2009 11:51:46 GMT -5
*Cruachan's "Brown Bull of Cooley" begins to blare through the speakers in the W*I*G-Sphere & the audience begins a collective boo. After approximately 30 seconds of the music, Maeve O'Hare struts out onto the stage, unusually solo this evening, & the jeers of the crowd only increase. Maeve does her best to ignore the sound as she makes her way on down the aisle.* Howard Finkel: Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome at this time... MAEVE O~HARE! *Maeve does a little mock curtsey as she enters the ring. She makes her way to one corner & rolls up one of the sleeves of her T-shirt to show off her right arm. Maeve dismounts the turnbuckle & declares to Finkel that she wants a microphone. Howard obliges, despite Maeve not using the magic word. Maeve gives the mic a few wee taps before she speaks.* Maeve: As you all saw just a few weeks ago, I managed a second consecutive defeat of Molly Ringworm as part of that big 10-person tag match at JUNEhem. Now, I'd like to think that I've proven myself pretty decently over that wee girl who has been a fairly persistent pain in the arse ever since I started here; ever since our whole team started here, I should say. That being so, I'm done with her. I don't want to see or hear about Molly Ringworm or spacemen or aliens or whatever other shite she'd like to blather on about again! Instead, I'm shifting onto new goals & there's one goal that EVERYONE in this company, even Molly Ringworm, God help us, has in common. *She turns to look directly in the camera as she says this.* Maeve: I wanna be Champion! *The crowd boos more vehemently than they did even during Maeve's entrance. Maeve glances around with slight annoyance.* Maeve: Now, I know there's a few Champions here & all, so, maybe if I make it clearer for those who just might not get it, I wanna be Women's Champion! *Again, the audience jeers.* Maeve: Here, look, it's only fair that I get a shot at that title as well. A few months ago when every feckin' woman in this company was fighting to win it I was stuck tryin' ta deal with yer wan, Molly. So, I was actually not granted the same opportunity that so many others were able to take advantage of & now we're left with a *finger quotes* "woman" of highly dubious gender representing all the females in this organisation. That's not on! So, I'd like to lay out my challenge to Fannie Package. If she's got the balls that I hear she does, then she'll step out here & accept a challenge from a real woman. *Maeve waits in the ring, pacing back & forth, expecting to hear Fannie Package's music cue up any time soon. The fans are silent in anticipation. Suddenly, the silence is broken by the tune of "Spaceman" by The Killers. Maeve throws her arms up in exasperation & puts her hands on her hips as the audience begins to cheer for the arrival of the popular Molly Ringworm. Molly doesn't waste much time getting into the ring where she stands face to face, after some assistance from her tippy toes, with her adversary. After the two return glares with one another, Molly creates some space and whips out a microphone of her own.* Molly: "Have you ever seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? I'm pretty sure Stanley Kubrick knows what I know. But that's besides the point! That iconic scene where all those monkey's find that biiiig monolithic slab and they start freaking out? 'Cause it's different and they don't understand it?" The offbeat ragdoll begins to do her best impersonation of a chimp, hopping about, swinging her arms and making monkey sounds. Maeve looks both annoyed and gobsmacked at the exact same time.Molly: "It reminds me of you." A finger is cast towards O'Hare to place an exclamation on the point while Molly's eyes narrow once again and she draws herself closer to her rival. Maeve herself is looking daggers at Molly.Maeve: Look here, love. What else do I have to do here? I've beat you twice! I won our Ladder Match at Attrition & I pinned you cleanly at JUNEhem en route to Team Ireland's victory in the Eight-Person Tag-Team Match... I mean, what else is there to prove? You're beneath me! *More vociferous boos from the fans.* Maeve: And it was because I was busy tangling with you that I missed the opportunity to compete for the Women's Title. You're a feckin' head-wrecker! I don't care what wee spaceman shite you're spouting this week. I want you out of my road so I can finally get the chance to wrestle the Women's Champ & prove that she has NO chance if she's not wrestling against one of her wee mates! *The crowd boos again.* Maeve: Oh, as if she chose that skinny Cajun chick because she thought she was a great competitor! *Maeve turns to Molly again.* So, YOU can get your arse out of the ring! I don't want to see you hanging around me again! You can yammer on about your sci-fi films all you want... It means nothing to me, but all I want right now is for you to do it far away from here! Yeah? Molly: "Yeah? I'm just in your way, huh? So, if I wasn't around you would be off on a rocket straight to the moon, star gazing right now? Hmmm..." Molly begins to tap away at her chin in thought, swaying her head side to side while her orange hair swept about.Molly: "More to the point! I picked up on something! It just came from your lips, Martian! You've managed to beat me cleanly...ONCE! The other time you needed the entire Planet Ireland to do it! So, the way I see it, we are very even. And let me inform you that the prestigious Woman's Apparatus should NOT be represented by The Planet Ireland!" Although they are a bit confused, the crowd cheersMolly: "If anyone deserves a shot, I must humbly state, it's me! I want one more chance at you! And If you could beat me again, not only can you go have your Apparatus match, but I will never, ever, ever, get in your way again!" *Maeve tilts her head to the side, still slightly confused by Molly's way of talking.* Maeve: Look, sweetheart, I don't care what you think you have earned the right to here, but the only person deserving of a Women's Title Match is... *Maeve's sentence is drowned out by the thudding rhythm of a remixed version of Nelly Furtado's "Maneater" & the cheers of the crowd. The unmistakeabley massive form of the Undisputed W*I*G Women's Champion Fannie Package appears at the entrance-way clutching both her belts on her shoulders. She's clad in Daisy Duke-style shorts (presumably because her legs are too big to fit into anything) & a black tank-top. Fannie makes her way down the ramp, high-fiving with a few fans along the way before she makes her way into the ring. Fannie requests a microphone from The Fink & looks to both ladies before she speaks.* Fannie: Hey, I know you're both clearly eager to get a shot at these belts &, I gotta admit, they are pretty nice. But I think it's only a little bit fair if the actual Champion has a bit of a say in who gets to challenge her. *The crowd gives a slight pop.* Fannie: On the one hand, you have Maeve O'Hare. She's a member of Team Ireland, which, alone, speaks volumes about her suitability as a challenger anyway. She's probably physically the stongest Women's competitor, following myself, in Pro Wrestling W*I*G. There's plenty about the two of us I'd like to put to the test, so, Maeve, you've got quite alot in your favour. *The crowd boos as Maeve looks around rather smugly.* Fannie: Then we have Molly Ringworm. Molly, you're completely different from me in just about every sense of the word. You have a different ring-style, there are obvious physical differences & pretty apparent mental differences. But you're an exciting competitor too & I'd definitely like to meet you in the ring some day too. *The crowd cheers this.* Fannie: I just... I can't decide between the two of you. I mean, there's so much to be said for the two of you. But then Molly said something earlier that made me take notice. You two ought to have a match with eachother! That's a surefire way to solve this problem. The winner then goes on to be the #1 contender... It's so simple. *A smirk crosses Maeve's face as she dreams about the type of havoc she & her team-mates could wreak upon Molly in order to ensure her victory in such a match.* Fannie: But then I think back to the last match the two of you had. You know, the Ladder Match & I remember how you, Maeve, & the rest of Team Ireland pretty much brutalized Molly & left her laying. I don't want to see that happen again, so, to that end, I'll be appointing MYSELF as a Special Ringside Enforcer for this match between the two fo you to ensure that none of your buddies stick their noses in THIS match! *The crowd gives a monstrous cheer to the announcement that they might finally see a Team Ireland match result in a clean finish. Molly seems to be as enthusiastic as the audience* Molly: "That is a WONDEFUL idea! I hope if I am to ever posses those sparkly, gold contraption's that they will bestow the same amount of wisdom onto me! ..I'll see YOU in the ring, O'Hare! ..Again! ..But not this one! A different one! I have to prepare! Thank you for your benevolence, MIGHTY Empress Package!" Satisfied with this idea, Molly slinks out of the ring and backs up the ramp while sporting a wide grin. Her eyes never leave Maeve but they occasionally glance to the titles around Fannie's shoulders.Maeve: You think that's going to be any better for her? Or YOU? Look, here, sweetheart. There's a big difference between me & you! Fannie: I can see that. Maeve: I mean, while you are built for show, I am built to go! There's no way that wee girl can take another beating, from me... & THEN I'll be coming right after you to take those lovely shiny... *Fannie hauls off & hits Maeve with a massive punch to the jaw that sends the Irishwoman flying backwards!* Fannie: Just like your Dad! You talk too much! Just save it for the match, huh? *The remixed version of "Maneater" kicks in again as Fannie leaves to the sound of the audience's applause. Maeve glares back up the ramp at her with a look of absolute rage before we cut to the next scene.*
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BR Juri Sadamoto
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Just your average, scarred Japanese-Irish American girl next door.
Broken Rose
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Post by BR Juri Sadamoto on Aug 11, 2009 16:03:17 GMT -5
*Cut back from commercial straight to backstage where John Cena is standing outside the door of a private locker room. On the door is the symbol of a broken red rose, sparking cheers from the audience. He looks toward the camera then knocks on the door.*
“Come in!”
*With that he quickly enters the room with cameraman in tow. Inside the modest room is BR Juri Sadamoto on the floor, dressed in exercise clothes not unlike her ring attire, stretching her legs and mid section. She looks up at Cena, sighs with a grin, and leaps to her feet. In an uncharacteristic action, she brushes her noticeably longer than usual hair behind her ear.*
Juri: ...What's up?
*She takes to moving in place, into a seemingly a boxing stance.*
Cena: ...What are you doing?
Juri: *Between breaths* Keeping...myself...limber...and...in...good...cardio... *She stops moving.* You had a point for coming here?
Cena: Yes... *Gathering himself with all his questions.* You recently said you didn't want anyone to make a name off of you... But then Vile attacked you and you seemed oddly chipper about it. Care to explain?
Juri: *Deadpan.* Nobody's chipper about getting hit with steel to the back repeatedly.
Cena: ...I suppose not....
Juri: As for Vile... *She grins, with a touch of anger.* Actions will speak louder than words. But how about this to take with you as you leave me alone: She wants to be famous off of me? Then I'll make her infamous.
Cena: I'm afraid I don't understan... Juri? Hello?
*Sadamoto has taken to punching at the air followed by a few swift kicks. One kick is pulled, held then pointed at Cena. Getting the hint quickly, he leaves the locker room shutting the door behind him.*
Cena: *To the camera.* ...They don't paid me enough for this.
*Fade.*
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Post by Michael Hayden on Aug 11, 2009 18:38:10 GMT -5
*As we come back from commercial, the sounds of music growing prgressively louder are heard. As the music settles into a distinct volume, two figures emerge from the curtains and make their way down to the ring. Some fans are curious to who these two are, while others gasp as they recognize the duo. The two enter the ring and grab a pair of microphones, preparing to speak.*
Mike: For those of you who are unfamiliar with just exactly who we are, let me enlighten you. The man to my left, my brother, is Chad Michaels. And I am YOUR GWE and KPW Heavyweight Champion, Michael Hayden. Of course, many people remember me by my fromer name, Mike Corral.
But that's merely trivial. You see, my brother and I wrestled in a place that many of the boys and girls in the back wrestled, EWT. And while we were good at what we did, we never really got our chance to shine. I held the OX Division Title for about... four months, before some punk kid and his little buddy screwed me out of my title. Ever since that day, we had to deal with injustice after injustice, and the only reason we put up with that bulls*** is because we gave a damn about wrestling.We never wanted to throw the first pitch of the World Series, we never wanted to emulate Wayne Gretzky or Larry Bird. We just wanted to wrestle.
But you see, backstage politics do come into play. Whether it was EWT, KPW, or GWE, always you had some rumor popping up. We tried to ignore it the best we could, but sometimes it becomes too much. Somethimes it just gets to you, and you don't know what you're gonna do, but you've gotta do something. So me and Chad did the only thing we could do: we left. For our sanity, for our safety, we left.
That was one year ago. And in that time, while Chad was nursing an injury, I becamea legend in this business. You look at my exploits, and you know that you're not dealing with some wide-eyed rookie. You're stepping into the ring with a man that knows what this sport can do to the human body, and how it can ultimately kill you. These belts say that I am the best wrestler they had to offer. They say, that no matter who's put in front of you, you are the best. And I intend to prove that here. WIG, you may be a new company to us, but that doesn't mean that we can't porve that we are among the elite here.
Chad: .....
Michael: Let it be known that on this day, The Brotherhood makes its stand and begins its rise to the top. And no matter who stands in front of us, no matter how many obstacles are placed before us, we will reign supreme!
Because we are better than anyone you have to offer.
*The sounds of "Dogfight" are heard once more as Michael and Chad exit the ring and head to the back.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Aug 12, 2009 6:21:05 GMT -5
*We return to the arena, where the crowd is waiting for the next segment. Some people can be seen preparing their signs, other come back from the concession stands, their hands full of food and drinks, some are talking, some are taking pictures. All the agitation comes to a sudden halt when a voice can be heard.*
Voice: This is it, the conclusion, the answer to the riddle. Did you solve the puzzle?
*And the lights suddenly turn off. After a few seconds, the Colvitron turns on and the following video is displayed:*
*After one minute, 4 pyros explode and The Darkness In The Light appears on the stage as the crowd cheers.*
Mysth: That is right ladies and gentlemen! The Darkness in the Light, the French Luchadore, EWT's Best Kept Secret, in short, MYSTH, has arrived to Wrestling's Innovative Genesis!
*Mysth walks down the aisle as the music keeps playing. He greets and high fives members of the crowd. once he reaches the ring, he turns around it to salute more crowd members before sliding inside the squared circle.*
Mysth: Thank you ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. It is my great pleasure to finally be a part of this great federation that is WIG. After the end of the Extreme WrestleCrap Threaderation, I took some time for myself, to think, to train and to refocus, I am thirsty for gold, and I am now ready to give my very BEST to this federation and most importantly, to each and everyone of its lifeblood, the WIG fans!
*The camera zooms on Mysth's masked face as he smiles, then it zooms out as he bows down to the crowd, and we cut to the next segment.*
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Post by Mr. Faulkner & Fido on Aug 15, 2009 0:49:40 GMT -5
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first… *The remix of “Supernature” begins to play over the speakers of the Colvitron. For nearly a minute, the stage is empty, until an unfamiliar young man walks out, grinning and dancing energetically, his arms and legs flailing about.* Finkel: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 218 pounds…Ipek SINAAAAN! *The crowd gives him a relatively friendly—if low key—reaction at the mention of his name, as he dances his way down the aisle, slapping hands with audience members along the way, before jumping onto the apron, pumping his fists up and down.* Tom: And here’s one of the newest talents to wrestle for Wrestling’s Innovative Genesis. Ipek’s actually not contracted to W*I*G as of yet, but this can be considered to him to be a tryout match of sorts. Jeannie: Whenever he’s ready, I would love to “tryout” with him! *He vaults over the top rope and begins running around the ring, pumping his fists again as he jumps onto the top of one of the turnbuckles and throws his arms up in the air, before jumping back down as his music fades out.* Finkel: And his opponent… * "Unleash Me" by The RZA plays, as Fido walks out, with Mr. Faulkner following close by. Fido keeps walking down the ramp, as he glares at Ipek inside it, only stopping to snarl at some of the fan at ringside.* Finkel: From Rennes, France, weighing in tonight at 210 pounds, being ld to the ring by Mr. Faulkner, FIIIIIDOOOOO! Tom: And on the opposite corner, we have another new face, as he makes his own unique way down the ramp. Jeannie: Now, that's a guy you want, a pet who can do many thing to appease their master. Tom: Considering how Fido's first match went, I don't think Fido's looking to appease anything more than his bloodlust. *Fido stops outside the ring, as Faulkner grabs his collar. Faulkner removes it, and sends Fido into the ring. Fido crawls in and walks into his corner. As his music fades out, the referee calls for the bell.* DING DING DING! *At the sound of the bell, Fido bolts towards Ipek at full speed; Ipek does the same as the two come to blows with one another. Fido gains the upper hand relatively quickly and whips Ipek into the ropes. As Ipek rebounds off, Fido throws a high roundhouse kick to the head that Ipek manages to duck under as he runs into the other side of ropes, stopping and hooking his arms in. Fido charges toward Ipek again, throwing a hard clothesline. Ipek ducks this too, dropping to his knees, and catches Fido from underneath with a fireman’s carry, tossing him out of the ring. The referee begins a count as Mr. Faulkner begins to order at the top of his lungs for Fido to get back into the ring.* Jeannie: Huh, I don’t think Fido was expecting this at all. Tom: No, but he’s got to adapt unless he wants the match to end this fast! 1! 2! 3! 4! *Fido, looking angrier than he did when the match began, quickly pushes himself up to his feet and enters the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, no sooner than to be locked in a front face lock by Ipek, who knees him in the stomach before turning the face lock into a snap suplex as he sends Fido back down to the mat. Ipek quickly drops down and hooks the leg, going for the cover.* Tom: Cover by Ipek! 1! KICKOUT! Jeannie: Yeah, I don’t want to be a downer to Ipek, but he’s probably not going to win the match with such a simple maneuver. *Ipek grabs Fido by the head, hauling him up to his feet. Fido begins to smash him in the face with a barrage of forearms and back elbows as a response, sending Ipek staggering back. Fido gets up and grabs Ipek’s head, throwing it straight into a high knee lift. Fido then grabs Ipek by the shoulder, whipping him hard into a corner. Fido charges at him and leaps into the air, hitting him square in the chest with a double dropkick. Ipek collapses into the bottom of the corner as Fido jumps back up to his feet and begins to stomp away at his face. Fido picks him up out of the corner by one arm and throws him back into the turnbuckle to a standing position, before hitting Ipek with a pair of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Upon this, Fido grabs Ipek by the shoulder again and whips him toward the corner opposite. As Ipek crashes into the corner, Fido charges at him again, jumping up into the air for another running dropkick. But this time, Ipek manages to push himself out of the corner to the side, evading Fido’s dropkick as he ricochets off of the turnbuckles and hits the mat. Fido staggers back up to his feet, but Ipek slips behind him and rolls him up!* Tom: Rollup! We’ve got a rollup! What an upset this would be if he gets the count of three! 1! 2! KICKOUT! *Ipek scrambles to get back up before Fido, who picks himself up, yet angrier than earlier. Ipek goes to throw a knee, but Fido catches him repeatedly in the face with forearms. As Ipek staggers back, Fido hits him with a big knife edge chop, sending him in reeling. Ipek responds with a roundhouse kick to the stomach, but Fido shrugs it off, hitting him with a pair of roundhouse kicks to the head to knock Ipek down to the mat. Fido jumps on top of Ipek and begins to hammer away at him with clenched-fist punches to the side of Ipek’s head, each punch becoming more frenzied than the last. But the referee, noticing the clenched fists, warns Fido to cease the punches at risk of a disqualification. Fido snaps back in response, but a shout from Mr. Faulkner gets his attention in a more decisive fashion; Fido quickly stops at his behest and gets up, picking a dazed Ipek up by the head. Fido smashes away at Ipek’s face with a pair of forearms and whips him into the ropes. As Ipek comes rebounding off, Fido throws a heavy savate kick. Ipek manages to get out of the way of the kick, cartwheeling to the side as he gets back up to his feet. Fido charges toward Ipek at the ropes, who drops into a prone position, ducking him. As Fido goes bouncing off, Ipek jumps back up to his feet and jumps up into the air just as Fido passes him, leaping onto Fido’s upper back and sending him into the mat, face first, before rolling him over and going for the cover.* Jeannie: Wow, this guy’s on a roll. Heh, I wonder if he wants to go on— Tom: I think Fido was expecting someone a little more like his last opponent, but I think we can already tell that’s not the case. Will that Shockwave Senton—as he likes to call it—win the match for Ipek?! 1! 2! KICKOUT! *Ipek gets up, grabbing Fido by the head and torso and picking him up. Just as he gets Fido up to his feet, the man thrashes violently, breaking out of Ipek’s grasp, before hitting him with more forearms and elbows, causing Ipek to stagger back again. Ipek retaliates with a big punch to the head, in turn receiving another combination of forearms and elbows from Fido that puts him in a daze. Fido grabs Ipek by the head and whips him into the ropes. As Ipek comes bouncing back, Fido throws a high roundhouse. Ipek slides under it, and, getting to his feet, throws a lariat at a turning Fido, only to eat a stiff enzuiguri to the face that sends him crumpling down to the mat. Fido covers him, pushing a forearm into his face as he hooks a leg.* Jeannie: Aw, I felt that one from out here. Tom: Fido’s starting to recognize that his opponent may in fact be more of a threat than he thought, but that’s only going to make Fido even more driven to destroy him. 1! 2! KICKOUT! *Fido then grabs Ipek by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Fido drags him toward the corner, and then pulls him close. Fido then starts ramming Ipek's head into the turnbuckle repeatedly. * Tom: Fido's driving Ipek hard into the corner! *Fido then throws Ipek down, as he starts stomping him down, as he hits boot after boot on him. Fido then starts jamming his knee in the face of Ipek.* Tom: Fido has gone from trying to wrestle a match, and now's focused on just causing as much damage as possible. *Fido then picks up Ipek, and starts to knee him repeatedly in the face. As Ipek drops to his knees, Fido steps back and runs to the ropes. Fido bounces off, and runs toward him, but Ipek ducks down for a back body drop. Fido flips over,though, and lands behind him. Fido continues to the other ropes, as Ipek turns around. Fido charges and delivers a shining wizard to the face of Ipek.* Tom: The Shining Wizard! *Fido lies on Ipek, and hooks his legs for a cover.* 1! 2! 3! Finkel: Here is your winner, FIIDOOO! Tom: Fido get the win with the Shining Wizard there. *Faulkner gets in the ring, and collars Fido. Faulkner then is handed a microphone, as he starts to speak.* Faulkner: Ladies and Gentlemen, what you just saw was an exhibition of the first of many Faulkner Corporation's highly invested interests. Now, as a man who has interest in his product, I do hate how my investment is reaching it's peak. I would like to meet one person, any person in this company, who can give my pet here a real challenge. If there is any one who wants to go one on one with Fido, make yourself known. We'll be waiting. *"Unleash Me" plays again, as Faulkner leads Fido out of the ring.* Tom: Faulkner lays out the challenge for Fido. Who will answer the call? *They head up the ramp, as the screen fades to black*
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Post by sigmafan on Aug 16, 2009 16:22:45 GMT -5
*Vile walks down the hallway, battered from the beating that Rosie gaver her & that hellacious gut punch that the Keeper landed on her. Although you can't see it because of the mask, her face is both grimaced and frightened.*
Vile: Ahmmmmm, my ribs.
Cena: Hi, John Cena here. Coming up we have some great action here, but wait. Vile, Vile, I need a word with you. What's going through your mind about what we just witnessed with you and the Innocent?
Vile: Ack, further proof that Rosie can't fight a fair fight. I was minding my own business, and she jumps me. Yeah, brilliance. So now, I'm done with that troupe, I have to deal with Lana de la Croix?
Cena: That's right, she is your next opponent and she's feeling that you have an unfair advantage with yoru helmet and battle armor. Comments?
Vile: This isn't armor. I was given this suit by my mentor. I earned thsi mask by wrestling in mexico. I've been through this stuff with Ykaterina. I am sick and tired of telling everyone.
Cena: Speaking of telling everyone, what was that despicable act that you pulled on Juri Sadamoto?
Vile: She got in my way, she interrupted my time, she got what she deserved.
*The sound of footsteps, each deliberately loud. The view pulls back to reveal the owner: Juri Sadamoto herself. In her usual street clothes attire of jeans, tank top, sandals, and a beanie. Sadamoto narrows her eyes and gives an unusual knowning, slight smile.*
Cena: What a pleasant surprise, Miss Sadamoto.
*Her eyes don't break from Vile's mask, but she gives a nod in his direction.*
Vile: My day just gets better and better.
Juri: Hello.
Vile: So, you want to make me Infamous?
Juri: *Slight blink which fades into a toothy grin.* ...
Vile: Well then, I'm wounded, weakened, and right in front of you. Make me Infamous.
*Juri shakes her head, closing her smile behind her lips.*
Vile: Just what I thought. I crushed your backbone with that chair a couple weeks ago. You don't have any spine.
Juri: *Her smiling face doesn't even flinch.* I'll be watching your match... Intently.
Vile: Good, Just watch what I do against Lana. The same will happen to you once we step into the ring and see who's best once and for all.
*Vile exits the backstage area and goes toward the ring area .Juri watches Vile the whole way, the camera fading to black as it stays locked on her.*
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Post by Michael Hayden on Aug 17, 2009 23:08:50 GMT -5
*The camera opens to find Michael Hayden and Chad Michaels standing in front of the WIG logo*
Michael: Almost one week since we made our debut. Almost one week, and yet not only does no one step up, no one even recognizes our existence! Like we don't even exist!
Chad: ....
Michael: We may have accepted this kind of treatment in EWT during our final days, but we're here to make a stand. This kind of disrespect and ignorance will not be accpeted by us. Not again.
*Chad looks almost indifferent as Michael continues to speak.*
Michael: WIG, we'll let this injustice slide only once and repeat ourselves. Give us some competition, or we begin imposing our will.
*Michael storms off while Chad sighs. Chad looks at the camera curiously before shaking his head and following Michael.*
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Post by The Hardcore Disciple on Aug 18, 2009 11:37:00 GMT -5
*We come across the dynamic blond duo again as they head into a studio near the waterfront of Milwaukee. Once they step off the elevator, Katya leading them down a corridor to a large office near the back. Cee looks around a bustling dressing room area, apparently overwhelmed by the frantic activity surrounding him. Katya kisses his cheek quickly and points him toward a bank of empty chairs.*
Katya: I have to go get ready, so just get comfy and I’ll be back in a while, okay? Cee: Okay, but how—
*Before he can finish his sentence, Katya is gone, hurrying past a row of make-up artists toward the changing area. Cee sighs in resignation and flops down in an overstuffed green armchair. He picks up a copy of GQ from the nearest coffee table and begins flipping idly through it. Some minutes pass, and Cee immerses himself in an article about Guy Fieri.*
Man: What are you doing sitting around?? Cee: *starts and nearly drops the magazine* Buh-huh? Man: We’ve been waiting for you for half an hour! Cee: I…what?
*Cee looks up to see an irate-looking man of about thirty glaring balefully at him, a yellow tape measure hanging over his shoulders, pins stuck in his tie, and bright pink Chuck Taylors on his feet.*
Cee: Who, me? Man: Yes, you, Philippe! You were supposed to be in costume by now, and headed for make-up! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you need to get a move on! Cee: Who the hell is Philippe? Man: Don’t get smart. *tugs Cee up and out of the armchair* We have a lot of work to do, so hurry! Cee: Hey, don’t push me! Look, I don’t know any Philippe—you’re making a big mistake here! I’m just here with my gir-- Man: Not another word out if you, Philippe!
*Down the corridor, Katya is being laced into a tiny green-and-white striped corset when she hears a familiar voice…*
Cee: I said get off!
*There’s a sound of some kind of impact on the tile floor and then a cry of pain. Katya rushes toward the ruckus, trailing untied laces behind her. She comes upon Cee and the hapless designer, the former holding the latter in a tightly locked Fujiwara armbar. The designer is whimpering, his face skewed with pain.*
Katya: Cee, what the hell are you doing?? And what are you wearing?
*Cee is clad in a red-and-black singlet, striped vertically, which shows off his strong arms and legs. His hair is slicked down on either side, parted severely in the middle.*
Cee: This ass made me put it on. They think I’m some guy named Philippe, and they kept shoving me around hither and fro without explanation. I figured I’d go along with it and not make a fuss, but then he started messing with my junk, and that does NOT fly with me!
*Cee tightens his grip on the obviously petrified wardrobe manager.*
Manager: I was adjusting him for the shoot! Katya: Cee, let him go…
*It’s obvious that she’s torn between amusement and frustration. Cee grudgingly breaks the hold, and the wardrobe manager cradles his arm pathetically. Katya shakes her head.*
Katya: Honestly… Dante, this is my boyfriend, Cee. He’s not Philippe, I promise. Dante: Well, dammit, where is Phillipe, then?! Time is money, and we’re losing both every minute he’s not here! Argh, I’m not even supposed to be here today! Katya: Okay, calm down, Dante…Cee, can you take one for the team and pose in Phillipe’s place today? Cee: I—what?! Dante: *dramatic gasp* Yesss, you’re perfect! You’ve got the look our client is going for down pat as you are! Cee: I, er, eh, derp. Dante: We’ll pay you what we’d pay him! Cee: Ehhhh, I dunno… Katya: *Leaning over a bit more, a seductive tone in her voice.* I promise I’ll make it up to you later, Cee… Cee: …*sigh* Fine, let’s do this.
*And so, the shoot goes forth as planned. The theme is an old-time three-ring circus—Katya as the exotic elephant rider, Cee as the burly strongman, complete with curly, looping moustache (freshly waxed as such for the shoot). Cee is stubborn and a bit belligerent at first, but eventually, he gets into the spirit of the whole venture, and is much more malleable from then on. The shoot is concluded…*
Cee: Y’know, that was actually kinda fun. Katya: I had a feeling you’d get into it after a bit. Cee: I just got to thinking…this might not be a bad gimmick to work. I’d have to dust off some of my power wrestling, it’s never been my strong point, but it could be fun to step in the WABAC machine for work. Katya: I also knew something would come to you sooner or later. You should call W*I*G and tell them what you’ve got—I think there’s a championship gauntlet match of some sort coming up. What better way to make an impact than to win a belt your first night in the league, right? Cee: Worked for Christian and Gail Kim. *A slight purr in his voice.* Now, about you making it up to me… Katya: Oh, I almost forgot. *Kisses Cee on the cheek* That’s for being a good boy today. Cee: I—wha—hey! Unfair! Katya: You should’ve asked first if you wanted more. *Starts walking away* You know all about negotiation, Cee, don’t you? Cee: Oh, I’ll negotiate you what good! Katya: Guess you’ll have to catch me first!
*And so, the chase is on. We will leave our blonde bombshell duo again for now…but I promise you, we’ll see them both again very, very soon…*
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Post by Highland Diamonds on Aug 18, 2009 14:50:29 GMT -5
*Cut to a backstage lockeroom, where we see the W*I*G Tag Team Champions Angus MacAngus and The Emerald Warrior, with Todd Whatsisname stood by.
Todd: Hi, I’m Todd Whatisname and I’m here with the W*I*G Tag Team Champions, the Highland Diamonds.
Warrior: And you aren’t going to be here any longer. I don’t know why you little interviewer people don’t get the message- this lockerroom is restricted to the 2 of us and our invisible-slash-amnesia-inducing cameraman friend, not journalists. Go get a scoop on Lady Gaga’s latest outrageous comments or something.
Todd: But-
Warrior: Door!
*Warrior prods Todd out and closes the door.*
Warrior: Now, where were we-
*Todd walks back in through the door.*
Todd: I’m a member of W*I*G Staff you know! You can’t just push me around!
Angus: We can an’ we are.
Warrior: I know you think its cute acting like a tabloid journalist and not taking no all because I called you a tabloid journalist, but honestly. We’re not selling and we don’t want any. Go. Away.
*Warrior prods Todd out again and this time locks the door.*
Warrior: Ahem, for the 3rd time! Let’s look at matters ahead! The Latin Lovers? The Latin Lovers!? Wasn’t he a luchador in the 1990s? Didn’t know he’d developed an identical split personality. In any case, Guidoroso and Cassandra, if those are your real names…
Angus: Close enough.
Warrior: I don’t want to do the usual “Rar we champions, you foreign geeks, we beat you, patriotism and evilness and MONSTER!!!” spiel, because frankly it gets old, and Archibald Barnes accounts for all the old any 1 company is legally allowed to have. But basically, we’re undefeated. You 2 carry roses in your teeth and dance around after the world champion and her spaced out sister. Oh, and get verbally annihilated on the internet by 2 guys who…I can’t actually think what they’ve ever done.
Angus: I think one of them used ta be our doormat in EWT, the other guy though I dennae know.
Warrior: Guys, if you’re getting killed in cyberspace…..what makes you think you’ll do any better in reality? This isn’t the interweb Gino and Cassie, punches here don’t just hurt your Facediary status, or whatever the heck its called.
Angus: Ye both good athletes, I’ll give ye that. But athletics innae enough against us. Raftshack are athletic, could give Oosayin Bolt a run fah his moneh when it comes ta speed an stamina, but it takes more. Takes some guile, some luck, an’ a whole lotta momentum. Ye ain’t really got any as far as I’m concerned, maybe in a few months or years ye’ll be a test, but fer noo, I ain’t too worried. Bring it your all, but we’ll bring more. We’re undefeated, an’ we’re stayin’ undefeated fah a long time.
Warrior: SPEAKING of Raftshack! You 2! Pink guy! Other guy! I’m taking off my stunning green gauntlet, throwing it down, and slapping you in the face with it! The next PPV, Glory & Misery, we’re hereby challenging you to a rematch! We’ve beaten you twice but we’re not done there, we want the 3, the hat trick, the trio, the holy trinity, whatever else you wish to call it. But, and this is a BIG but, we’re not just throwing out a title match to you. Truth is you ain’t done much to earn our very generous offer, but we’re just so ncie we’ll make it anyway.
Angus: Raftshack, if ye wanna ‘nother crack at our belts, ye’ve gotta put summat o’’yours on tha line. So, at Glory an’ Misery, it’ll be our belts, versus your careers. Titles vs Contracts. Ye lose, ye’re fired, done, gone. We’ve made a history out o’ endin’ tag teams. Rated X- last match against us. TJT- last match against us. The Nyrds- last match against us. Ye’l be the 4th notch on our blades, the 4th name on our hit list. Ye want these titles enough ta risk everythin’ for them? Then step right up.
Warrior: Diamond Mines of Peru Forever!!
Angus…..Wha?
Warrior: Well, you left the sign off to me and, since you always sign off with Scotland Forever, I thought I’d give it my own spin.
Angus:…..
Warrior: Perhaps it needs to be shorter, snappier.
Angus:……
Warrior: I need my own catchphrase too!
Angus:…..Cut.
*Cuts to adverts for the next PPV*
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Post by Reynaldo Fernandéz on Aug 23, 2009 21:59:41 GMT -5
*The camera fades to the office of the co-General Managers Fernandez and Ripley, each seated at their respective desk, and each holding into a stack of papers. General Fernandez has a cigar in his mouth, smoke billowing out of it, as Jett lays back rather comfortably in own seat, shoes kicked up and propped atop that nearby desk in front of him. The young man is clad in the usual red blazer and matching slacks, along with a rather wacky Team Raftshack shirt underneath. A pair of reading glasses is also equipped over his eyes.*
Reynaldo: *he removes the cigar from his mouth* Good evening, ladies and gentlemen; it is I, your benevolent, all-powerful ruler, Reynaldo Fernandez, and I—
Ripley: And don't forget I, the one and only Jett Ripley, am here as well.
Reynaldo: Oh of course not, my friend…I was merely…providing a segment-way for you to introduce yourself. Ahem…
Ripley: Ah, my bad. Go on with your announcement man.
Reynaldo: Gladly. As I had been preparing myself to say, we have news in regards to our upcoming Pay Per View event...GLORY AND MISERY! Most notably...our W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship match.
*The General takes a puff of his cigar, before clearing his throat.*
Reynaldo: We have decided, in the sport of finding an adequate challenger, that Synthy Eris will be defending her World Heavyweight Championship against...a mystery opponent. Both myself and my associate Mr. Ripley have conferred upon who reserves the right to challenge and have reached an agreement. We do guarantee that this should present quite the surprise for our champion...though that should simply up the ante of competition, eh, my friend?
*Ripley returns with a nod of agreement and flashes his trademark grin*
Ripley: You've got that right general. As far as I'm concerned, considering our choice, this title bout should equate to quite the fantastic confrontation. But if you think that's the only thing that we've got up our sleeves, then obviously you didn't check them close enough. Mind if I make the second announcement Reynaldo ol chum?
Reynaldo: Not at all.
Ripley: Excellent. Well then, as you all recall, at the start of the month, I announced that we would be having the first ever Blazing Path Championship match here in W*I*G*. Now then, we also said we would be deciding who got that shot on the same night. After some careful thought and consideration, I've decided that at Glory and Misery, we will hold a fifteen person battle royale gauntlet style match. In case you're not familiar with the rules of one of these, it's reall quite simple. Two men enter to start and after every preceding minute, another entrant joins the fray. The first thirteen eliminations are solely by being thrown over the top rope and after only two remain, the winner can only be decided by pinfall or submission. It's really a match where you have to be on your toes at all times. And that leads us to the entrants Reynaldo and I have selected to participate in this match...
Reynaldo: Do read the list off, please...I seem to have left it in my other pants pocket.
Ripley: Fine by me. *The young man clears his throat and sits back up, now scanning over one of these papers in his hands* The confirmed entrants are as follows: Gehenna, Aqil Ghassan, James "Magnum Constance, the newly debutting "Dream Seller" Travis Shade, Joshua, the current undisputed W*I*G* Women's Champion, pulling double duty on that night, FANNIE PACKAGE, Jack Jupiter Andy Duke, and, making his return to the W*I*G* ring following his recent string of losses, Coltrane!
Reynaldo: And not to forget...a few surprise entrants to add to the mix...
Ripley: Well of course... but I'm not one to spoil surprises either. You'll just have to wait and find out yourself if you'd like to see who it will be.
Ripley: Obviously, I'm a bit conflicted with this decision, but Team Raft Shack insisted that the match take place. So I figured, why not? If a team is willing to put everything they have on the line for one last chance at the W*I*G* Tag Team Championships, then who are we to stop them? Though the question is with the Diamonds having yet to experience defeat at the hands of Raft Shack, can they manage to prevent the hat trick and pick up their first set of tag team titles... or will we see the end of the storied career of Team Raft Shack?
Reynaldo: Not even in my wisdom can I determine a winner from that matchup. The Diamonds are a team with vast stores of momentum...but Raft Shack always prove themselves resilient and perserverent...but of course, ladies and gentlemen, there are yet more matches which could come to be announced, and other matches that may appear at the Pay Per View itself.
Ripley: That they may. Glory and Misery is truly shaping up to be one of our biggest shows in a long while and I gurantee it won't be the last! And in case you're all wondering, you can order and experience this event with your own eyes either from inside the W*I*G*Sphere or in front of your television sets this coming August the 30th. Rest assured, you'll be getting your moneys worth at this show.
*At that, the two General Managers retract their attention from the camera, Jett shufflng the papers at his desk as Reynaldo reclines back in his chair, taking another puff of his cigar. Fade out.*
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Post by dream seller on Aug 24, 2009 8:28:20 GMT -5
Coming to Glory and Misery: "Dream Seller" Travis Shade -|-More clips of amazing, spell binding moves are shown being peformed onto hapless opponents. Once again, the features of this protagonist are well concealed through WIG's top notch production crew.-|-"Ya know what's cool about debuting in a new company?" Ask's a disembodied voice which one would assume belongs to Mr. Shade himself. "You get these nifty videos showing everyone how great you are.." -|-Another rapid fire display of moves, holds and all around wrestling goodness is shown while the voice narrarates.-|- "Do you want cool flippy stuff?" He inquires "Of course you do. I can can do that." "Do you want submission holds awesome enough to make those of the nefarious and dastardly variety squirt a few tears? I can do that." "Do you want, easily, the best entrance music in the company? Oh, you had better believe I've got that." "And most importantly, do you want to see what I look like? Then order Glory and Misery. Me? I'm the glory part. The misery is going to be Vin Beverly after I win that title off of him. Oh. And ORDER it. Don't stream it. If you don't have any money, STEAL IT. Rob a liquor store for all I care. I'm just trying to help you out. You will be the lamest kid in the neiborhood if you miss my debut. Trust me on this one." "Dream Seller" Travis Shade When you rob that liquor store, grab him some Sour Gummy Glo-Worms, will ya? Those are his favorite. And now for something completely different..Chapter 2: No flash photography, please. -|-In a backstage area, photographers and stage hands are scurrying various wrestler's about. Flash bulbs go off and poses are suggested and instructed.-|-Gehenna: "W..Why am I here?"-|-Not only is he disturbed with so many people around, the constant flashing lights aren't doing much to settle him either. Staring down at his feet, his body shakes and trembles, one could practically hear his bones rattling. His voice is small and timid. He standing in front of a backdrop with the WIG logo upon it and occasionally he gives a confused glance or two back at it. A director type soon arrives onto the scene, his loud, boisterous voice a stark contrast to Gehenna's meek tone.-|-Director: "We're taking promo pictures! For the web site and for the pay per view! Lift your head up!" -|-Gehenna only mumbles inaudibly to himself, rubbing his palms together like an oversized fly of some sort. His head effectively remains downwards. The pictures being taken begin to grow in number and it's disorienting, blinding.-|-Gehenna: "..s..stop taking pictures.."Director: "Taking pictures is their job! It's what they get paid to do!" -|-A stage hand rushes forward to inform the director that this particular wrestler is perhaps not the one to be involved with this. He's aware of his past backstage transgressions. But he's a moment too late. Gehenna wraps his fingers along an interior stage light and swiftly thrusts it forward. The flashes cease and so does all of the chattering. The director is now flat on his back with shards of glass sticking into his face. Mixed with his own blood as the other attendants rush to his aid.-|-Gehenna: "..I told him to stop.." -|-With that, he sulks away from the scene, while others are still trying to get the blood to stop flowing..-|-
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