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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 10, 2014 15:41:24 GMT -5
Ok I'm going to try to post the stuff I have hopefully monday.
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Jeremy Dupoe
Don Corleone
Your lack of intelligence disgusts me
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Apr 11, 2014 18:38:44 GMT -5
you got my promo right?
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 12, 2014 13:45:28 GMT -5
yep.
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Post by The Man They Call Asher on Apr 14, 2014 1:18:23 GMT -5
You should have everything you need now.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 14, 2014 14:36:29 GMT -5
I'll post it later tonight.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 14, 2014 18:32:10 GMT -5
LORD OF THE RINGTH:Ladies and Gentlemen tonight we will determine our final participants in our title matches.JK: Not only that but we will hear from Jeremy Dupoe after his betrayal of Disturbance.TH: BUt right now we have a debut match here and now.Mama Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J hits the speakers and Domingo Chavez wanders out onto the stage with a cocky smile across his face as he nods his head along with his entrance music. He walks down the ramp, taking time to interact with the crowd on the way down. MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, making his FAWA debut.. From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds.. The Natural Born Thriller... Domingo Chavez!When he reaches the ring he hops up into the apron and vaults the ropes, running to the corner and hopping up on the middle rope, posing for the crowd as he continues to smile. Afterwards he drops to the mat looking over at his opponent. MM: And his opponent, already in the ring, from Orlando, Florida. Weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds.. Sammy Twister! Domingo tosses his sunglasses out of the ring into the crowd, laughing hysterically as Sammy Twister busts a move for all the folks in attendance. The referee approaches him and gets him to settle down before signalling for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Domingo looks at Sammy and smiles, he begins to do the Running Man. Not to be outdone, Sammy Twister immediately begins to dance as well. TH: Well this is.. An odd start to a match. JK: It's boogytime, Gorilla! By now Domingo has stopped dancing, but Twister is just too damn into it. JK: He's boogying down, Gorilla! Woohoo!TH: The newcomer, Chavez playing a clever game here.Sammys dancing is interrupted however, as Domingo nails him with a quick dropkick, springing back to his feet and catching a recovering Sammy Twister with a hurricanerana that sends him towards the corner. TH: Bah gawd he's quicker than a hiccup.Twister springs to his feet and hops up onto the second rope, turning and leaping towards Chavez and looking for a flying clothesline. His luck ends there however, as Domingo catches Twister with a jumping cutter, splattering him on the mat. JK: Holy moly! Twister got caught!TH: Oh that's gotta be it right there! What a counter!Chavez springs to his feet and immediately begins playing to the crowd while Sammy slowly crawls towards the corner. When he gets there he sits and nurses his ribs. TH: The rookie letting his ego get the better of him here. Twister was there for the taking.Eventually Domingo turns around, noticing Twister. He runs into the ropes opposite the corner Sammy is in, speeding in and delivering a quick, scraping boot right across the face, practically knocking the poor disco stud out. JK: Ohhhh! That's gonna leave a mark!TH: That boot REALLY had some force behind it!Domingo moves back to the centre of the ring, facing Twister and crouching down slightly, slapping the mat. TH: Chavez is STILL not done.Twister crawls away from the corner and tries to stand, but before he's even off his knees his head is taken off with a superkick from Chavez, sprawling him out on the mat. TH: OH! That has got to be it! He's out cold!Chavez wastes little time, running to the corner and hopping up on it with a single vertical leap, before jumping off and connecting with a corkscrew moonsault. With a grin he hooks the leg: ONE!
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DING! DING! DING! MM: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner by pinfall: Domingo Chavez!Mama Said Knock You Out hits the speakers again as Domingo stands up, grinning as the referee raises his hand in victory. TH: What a debut from Domingo Chavez! This young man is incredibly agile.JK: I wish I could fly like that!Domingo exits the ring and walks up the ramp. *We open on Valerie “Ivy” Valentine getting some water from a watercooler. As she drinks it, Sorrow suddenly jumps out of nowhere.* Sorrow: SURPRISE! VV: Ah! *She is startled and drops her water.* Sorrow: Did I scare you? VV: Jesus Christ, man! What is your deal?! Sorrow: I've made it pretty clear what my deal is. I just want to open your eyes to the wonderful world of depression. Yet, you keep resisting me. Why? VV: Okay, I'll say it nice and slow to make sure you understand this time: ME. NO. INTERESTED. YOU UNDERSTAND? Sorrow: No, I don't. Why must you resist me? Why must you insist on sticking around with a man who will just bring you down with happiness when I can raise you up with despair? VV: And why don't YOU ask yourself some questions? Why must you follow me around like a creep? Why must you obsess over me? Why are you trying to shove your way of life down other people's throats? Why can't you leave them alone? In short, why are you such an asshole?! Sorrow: I'm not an asshole. I'm a man who simply sees what he wants and is willing to do anything to get it. And, I do mean... anything! VV: A sick twisted bastard is what you are. Do you seriously think you'll seduce me with your creepy stalker act? Sorrow: What? I'm not trying to seduce you! Why would you think of such a thing!? VV: Oh well then what am I supposed to get from your behaviour? Sorrow: That I respect you, admire you, and wish to see you rise to your full potential. Wasn't that obvious? VV: No, it really wasn't. But then again I thought I had made it obvious that I am not interest so what do I know? Either way, you really don't come across as the kind of person who could help anyone in any way, so just turn around, go away and see if your buddy can get a good laugh out of you. Sorrow: Speaking of buddies, where is that pathetic little Frenchman you hang out with? VV: *She clenches her fist and visibly tenses up* The "pathetic little Frenchman" who kicked your ass? Busy training to kick some more ass, why do you ask? Sorrow: Well, I was just wondering why he would leave you alone. I mean, if I had such a lovely woman by my side, I would never let her leave my sight. VV: Well that's probably why you don't have a lovely woman by your side. Chicks don't dig guys who can't give them a bit of intimacy. Get the hint? Sorrow: You know... I also find it surprising that he would leave you alone with me lurking about. Isn't he afraid of what I might do to you? Or, is he more afraid of what I might do to him? VV: Oh, threats now. You're getting cuter by the minute. But either way, those might be valid points if you were actually, you know, threatening. Sorrow: Deflection, interesting. That tells me a lot. VV: Anyway, did you have a point in coming to see me again or did you just want me to know you were still a loony? Sorrow: Actually, I have a message for Mysth. My comical friend Riggs has a proposition for him. *Valérie Valentine now looks less tense but rather amused* VV: Okay, now I'm actually curious. What does the clown want? Sorrow: What he wants is to talk to Mysth about this. Riggs sent me to find him and bring Mysth to him. I figured that you would be better at bringing Mysth to the table. VV: *sigh* And here I though this conversation was about to get interesting. Fine, I guess I'll let him know. Anything else? Sorrow: Yes, there is. Join me! VV: NO, for crying out loud! Just drop it! Sorrow: Not until you accept my offer. VV: Screw you. You know what? I will go find Mysth and you and Riggs had better start wearing some goddamn plated armour if you hope to survive what we'll do to you. If I see you again outside the ring, I will break every bone in your body, do you get it? Sorrow: I'd like to see you try. VV: That's it. I've had enough. See ya later, Angstmeister. *she storms out*
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 14, 2014 20:02:00 GMT -5
Welcome back to Niteraw, and we are being told that something is going on in the back.*The camera cuts to the backstage area to catch the unstable Victoria McGlade on a rampage, looking for David McLaren and his associate Alice, unfortunately Victoria could find them anywhere and was now taking her anger out on anything or anyone in her way, snatching a female backstage hand by the throat, the 6ft1 Newcastle, England native used pure brute strength to throw the poor woman out of view of the camera, with her wild eyes snapping towards the camera, the loose cannon young woman stormed towards in* Victoria: What the hell are ya' bloody doin'?! Do ya' want some as well ya yankee prick!?*However just as Victoria was about to strike the camera man, Jade Holden, the Australian blonde interviewer who was very much a schoolyard snitch who loved nothing more than to stir the pot and cause trouble, calmly strolled in and said to the taller McGlade* Jade: Victoria, it seems as if you're looking for Alice and Dave McLaren right? Victoria: What's it to ya'?!Jade: *smirks* Well I am FAWA's best backstage interviewer and the fans of FAWA need to know what you're thinking, I mean I saw them just down the hall and they were saying some pretty nasty things about you.. *Victoria snatched the normally arrogant FAWA Australian interviewer by the throat as she snarled out* Victoria: What the hell kinda things?Jade: -choking- They -cough- were -splutter- saying that -cough- you weren't in their league -retch- that you lost to Dave McLaren *Victoria dropped the blonde Australian snitch interviewer and spat out at her with venom* Victoria: If you find them, tell them that I'm coming for them and that they should start planning their funerals.I'm sorry, what was that? If you've got a message, send it yourself.The camera pans to the right, revealing David McLaren and Alice LeRoux standing there, looking at McGlade with amused smiles. Victoria: Great timing wankers...well here's the message for you. It's obvious Dave that you beat me by the skin of your teeth, so how about a second round, if you're man enough.David chuckles softly, raising an eyebrow. Skin of my teeth? As I recall it your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you passed out. I've got nothing left to prove, not to you anyway. And besides, you kept asking for a fight, I just gave it to you. What's your major malfunction, lady?Victoria: Fair enough -sucks her teeth- but since I can't face you, what about your little dame Alice? Or is she just eye candy for ya' Davey Boy?Apparently provoked by Victoria's remark, Alice lunges forward but doesn't make it very far as David pulls her back to his side, holding onto her. He thinks for a moment, before a smile forms on his face. Alright, you've got yourself a match. On one condition: When you lose, you leave the FAWA for good. Deal?*Victoria laughs, apparently not thinking much of Alice's chances.* Victoria: You're on, Davey. Hug your sweetie really tight. Because tomorrow she'll be dead.Alice rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath. Keep talking, you lanky whore...*Victoria's eyes flare, she snarls, stepping forward and reaching for Alice.* Victoria: I'll neck you for that you little slag!David McLaren grabs Victoria by the wrist, casting a steely gaze into her eyes. Victoria, you've got your match. Now unless you want me to hand you another beating, I suggest you walk away and get ready for later.McLaren speaks calmly, then releases her wrist. She remains silent for a moment, then looks at Alice. Victoria: You're dead.*Victoria walks away, leaving David and Alice alone.* I guess we're going to see if you and Valley taught we well enough...David nods. You'll be fine, Alice. I guarantee it. C'mon, let's get you geared up.David puts his arm around Alice and leads her into one of the locker rooms, closing the door. -- Howay Lads!!Payback by Flaw hits and then a few seconds after the opening riffs, Victoria McGlade comes out, looking at the booing fans with nothing more than pure disgust, she screams at them and walks down the ramp. TH: Oh we're in for a slobberknocker tonight, folks. With all the bad blood between all three people involved in this one, this is sure to be violent.McGlade reaches the ring and climbs in, cornering the ring announcer. MM: L-.. Ladies and gentlemen this match is set for one fall.. Introducing first from Newcastle, England.. Vict-.. Victoria McGlade!She casts a death glare at the ring announcer and turns towards the ramp. The lights shut off and dark pink strobes begin to flash as #1 Crush hits the speakers. Alice LeRoux wanders timidly onto the stage, wearing a black hoodie, much like David McLaren looming behind her. She looks back at him and is met with a slow nod as he points to the ring. She turns back to face the ring and takes a breath before starting down the ramp. JK: I don't know what to say about these two. One thing I do know: That David McLaren surrrrrrrrre can pick 'em!TH: Oh will you stop..From the bottom of the ramp, David takes the lead hopping up onto the apron and sitting on the middle rope, pushing the top rope upwards for Alice who climbs through the opening and into the ring, followed closely by David. MM: And her opponent, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada: Alice LeRoux!Together they wander over to the corner, speaking quietly to one another. Alice unzips her hoodie and takes it off, handing it to David as she stares into his eyes. They share a kiss on the lips before David steps back through the ropes and drops to ringside. Alice takes a deep breath and turns towards the center of the ring. The referee looks at both women for a moment and then signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Victoria approaches Alice quickly, trapping her in the corner with a sick grin on her face. “Aw look at you! So bloody tiny!” Victoria slaps Alice across the face and laughs, continuing to talk trash. “What are you gonna do, Alice?! What are you gonna do?!” Alice responds by clocking Victoria across the jaw with a right fist that sends her staggering backwards. TH: Whoa, here we go!Alice shakes her hand a few times as David McLaren yells from ringside, telling Alice not to let up. Alice approaches McGlade and throws a sharp kick at her midsection, connecting with more force than you'd expect from someone of Alice's size. JK: Looks like David's been teaching her a thing or two about kicks!McGlade doubles over in pain before Alice follows up with another sharp kick to the back of Victoria's left knee. TH: Oh that's gotta sting!She drops to one knee as Alice runs into the ropes, rebounding. TH: Shining Wizard to Victoria McGlade!JK: Her eyes rolled to the back of her head!Alice scrambles into a cover and hooks Victoria's leg: One!
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Thr-.. McGlade kicks out in the nick of time. Alice scurries across the ring towards David McLaren as her opponent sits up, working her jaw around and shaking her head to try and clear the cob-webs. JK: That knee to the jaw really knocked her for a loop.Alice approaches again and throws a kick, but Victoria grabs her by the foot, looking up and shaking her head as a terrified expression appears on Alice's face. TH: Uh-oh! Here we go!Still holding onto her foot, McGlade stands and stares at LeRoux with a furious expression. She pulls Alice in by the leg and grabs her, dropping her with an Ace Crusher. TH: LeRoux is down! JK: Maybe David McLaren shouldn't have been so confident after all.With a satisfied smile on her face, Victoria stands up, getting a handful of Alice's hair and bringing her to her feet. “You made a big mistake stepping into my ring, you little slag.” she says to Alice, yanking on her hair a little bit. TH: Salty words from Victoria McGlade there.. Oddly enough this seems to fire up Alice who throws a kick at Victoria's midsection, loosening her grip. JK: She's still with it!LeRoux throws another that breaks her grip, allowing her to run into the ropes. McGlade gives chase but is caught with a springboard crossbody. Alice makes a quick cover: ONE!
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McGlade powers out, tossing Alice off of her. TH: McGlade not ready to give it up yet!Alice scrambles to her feet as Victoria approaches her. Alice gets up on the middle rope in the corner and leaps off as McGlade closes in, attempting another crossbody. Victoria McGlade is ready for it however, and catches LeRoux who once again has an expression of sheer terror on her face. JK: Oh my god she's got her!TH: She's in dire straits here!McGlade turns towards the centre of the ring and shakes her head, preparing to execute a backbreaker. JK: She's gonna put her away!Alice however manages to pull of a quick counter, wrapping her arm around McGlade's neck and wrapping her legs around her midsection, trapping her in a Guillotine Choke. TH: Guillotine! Oh nice counter from Alice LeRoux!JK: I wonder what I've got to do to get her to wrap her legs around me like that!Alice LeRoux holds on for dear life as Victoria tries to shake her off. She has no luck however, and begins to fade. McGlade drops to a knee as Alice grins, David McLaren applauding from ringside. He grabs the bottom rope and leans into the ring, shouting “And now you're gonna get choked out again! Have fun on the unemployment line!” this seems to have the opposite effect however, as McGlade surges, executing a Northern Lights Suplex that sends Alice LeRoux crashing into the turnbuckle behind Victoria. Alice falls to the mat afterwards, getting folded up like an accordion. TH: Bah gawd! What a suplex! JK: She's not getting up from that. No way...TH: Hey wait a second!David McLaren slides into the ring as McGlade stands up. They come face to face, neither person throwing a strike or anything, opting instead to argue with loud, ranting gibberish at one another. JK: Should I break out my lunatic-to-English dictionary?Meanwhile Alice composes herself in the corner, noticing the argument happening in the middle of the ring and stands up, approaching McGlade quickly. TH: Alice is up! McGlade has no idea!Victoria turns around into a spinning back kick to the midsection which doubles her over while Alice runs into the ropes, rebounding and jumping up, stomping Victoria's head into the mat with a Blackout. TH: Oh my God in Heaven! Alice LeRoux frantically rolls her over and makes a cover: ONE!
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DING! DING! DING! MM: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall: Alice LeRoux!JK: Goooooodbye, Victoria McGlade!TH: McGlade put it all on the line here, but she crashed and burned. Alice gets up and jumps into David's arms, kissing him passionately. JK: I like where this is going! Woohoo!When the kiss finally breaks they both look at McGlade. An evil smile spreads across David's face as he lets go of Alice, kicking the recovering Victoria McGlade across the head, dropping her back to the mat. TH: Oh hey now that's just unnecessary! Leave her alone! Afterwards, he looks at Alice, saying one thing: “Chair.” Alice nods, exiting the ring as David gets a handful of Victoria's hair, bringing her up and lifting her into a fireman's carry, quickly executing a Go to Sleep, dropping McGlade back to the mat as Alice returns with a steel chair in hand. TH: The woman is already beaten! “On the floor, unfold it right there.” David instructs, pointing to a spot on the mat as he picks Victoria up again. Alice sets the chair up on the mat looking at David for further instruction. TH: This is just too damn much! Enough is enough!JK: I don't think they're listening to you, Gorilla!“Seeing Red onto that. C'mon.” he says, positioning the near unconscious Victoria McGlade's head over the chair. Alice steps back into the corner and looks at David who nods slowly. TH: Oh God, don't do it!She runs forward, jumping up and stomping McGlade's head into the chair with another Blackout. McGlade falls into an unconscious heap on the chair. TH: Oh goddamnit! Isn't it enough to end a woman's career?! You have to end her life too?!With a sick grin, David pushes the chair over with his foot, sending it and McGlade back to the mat. He kneels and grabs her by the hair, lifting her head off the floor. “Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.” he says, before dropping her head back on the floor. David stands and holds the ropes open for Alice who smiles and steps through, exiting the ring. He follows her out. She puts her arms around his neck and he picks her up, walking up the ramp with her as if they were a pair of newlyweds. They share another kiss before disappearing through the curtain, leaving an unconscious and now unemployed Victoria McGlade lying in the ring.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 15, 2014 14:38:36 GMT -5
*We open on Michael Rose, walking backstage in his street clothes. He walks over to his girlfriend, Kerri Thompson (also in her street clothes), buying a soda. As he walks up, she turns around while opening her soda and drinking it.*
Kerri: Hey, babe. What's up?
Rose: I have a question.
Kerri: Shoot.
Rose: Is there some guy in a fake mustache, trenchcoat, and fedora holding a newspaper, following me?
Kerri: Yeah.
Rose: That's what I figured.
*Rose turns around walks over to the guy, who is obviously Jack Jupiter is a fake disguise spying on him. Jack quickly pretends to read the newspaper.*
Rose: What the hell are you doing?
Jupiter: *calmly, to himself* ...local Native American heritage festival draws record crowd...organizer Steve Prudent Eagle calls it the "first, and best, heritage festival we've ever had."
*Rose leans in closer to Jupiter and pushes the paper down, forcing Jack to look at him.*
Rose: Excuse me, I'll ask again. What the hell are you doing?
Jupiter: *in a horrendous facsimile of a Scotsman* Ach, dewn't bawther me laddie! Am rrrrrrrrrrrreedin' theh news, if'n yew didn't know that!
Rose: ...that's got to be the worst fake accent I've ever heard.
Jupiter: Fake? Fake?! Why, I just flew in all theh way frum Aberrrrrrrrdeen tew see theh sights! Don't yew give me none of that.
*Without hesitation, Rose rips the mustache clean off of Jack's face, leaving a big red mark above the upper lip. Panicking, Jack glares with a gaping frown.*
Jupiter: Ugh! Is this how yew trrreet a rrrrreeespectable Scawtsman? Why I ought to shew yew how--[/quote]*Kerri walks up to the scene.*
Kerri: Who's the idiot speaking with the fake accent?
Rose: That's what I'm trying to figure. So, spill it, Not-So-Hot Scot.
Jupiter: Yew don't scar me! *He puts up his fists and loses his accent* See how you fare against the REAL Jack Jupiter!
*Jack's eyes dart back and forth, and he quickly returns to his previous voice.*
Jupiter: I mean...uh...Jack...Elbridge, the true Earl of Fife!! [/quote]
Rose: Jack Jupiter. I had a feeling it was you. So, why are you following me?
Jupiter: Well I am most definitely NOT following you. And The Comedian most definitely did NOT send me. If that's what you're implying.[/quote]
Rose: So, Riggs hired you, eh?
Kerri: Figures.
Rose: Why did he hire you?
Jupiter: The guy who isn't The Comedian? Ha! As if I'll tell you! What do you think I am? Stupid?
Rose: Yes, I do.
Kerri: Don't be insulting, sweetie. Even if it's true, it's not nice.
Rose: Hey! This idiot has been stalking me! I think I've earned the right to be mean. And, I've earned the right to know why I am being stalked. So, spill it, Jupiter Boy. What's with the P.I. schtick?
Jupiter: I just want to ask you a few questions...
*Jack pulls out a notepad and a half-chewed pencil.*
Jupiter: What brought you to FAWA? Are you a vegan? If not, how many buffalo wings can you eat in a sitting? What's your favorite scary movie? Do you think George Clooney is gay? Do you like to watch? Can you break dance? Is Johnny Football a draft bust? Storm cloaks or Imperials? Do you like clovers?
Rose: Well, I like meat. The most wings I've done is 16. Psycho. No, he is not. No, not really. I did when I was younger, but I haven't busted out a caterpillar in years. Who knows? It's really hard to determine how well a person is gonna be at quarterback. Storm cloaks. No. And, I came to FAWA to compete, to wrestle, to beat up people, like Bobby Riggs and maybe you.
*Jack listens intently scrawls all these things down on his notepad. At the conclusion of Rose's response, he puts the notepad and pencil back in his coat pocket, frowning.*
Jupiter: I see. Well, we'll see about that! ...the quarterback thing I mean. As for who you're going to beat up, WRONG. I...I don't see what The Comedian has to do with this, no sir. But me? HA! You're going to need an army to back you up against the awesome might of the REAL Jack Jupiter. I got the JUICE, man. And that flows like blood in a hospital and people are...going to think...WELL. You'll see!
*With a grin, Jack leans over to Kerri, inserting himself between her and Michael Rose.*
Jupiter: And if you ever want to see what a REAL man looks like...just knock on my dressing room door backstage and ask. And maybe, just maybe, if Jack Jupiter is feeling joyously generous, he'll let you have a peek. Or a taste.
Kerri: *sarcastically* Oh, really? That would be great. Quick question--do you have your own bathroom so that I could vomit afterwards? You know, on the off chance that I'm drunk and stupid enough to ever consider doing such a thing.
Jupiter: Oh I see how it is. This guy *pointing to Rose* already makes you sick to your stomach? Don't worry. I can do something about that.
*Jack leans back and turns to face Michael Rose, his chest puffed out and his brow furrowed.*
Jupiter: YOU. I demand satisfaction! Meet your maker! Make my day! Yippee ki yay! In the ring!
Rose: What in the blue hell are you talking about?
Jupiter: I'm challenging you to a match, you baboon! Face me in the ring, or not at all!
Rose: You wanna wrestle me? I thought you were just suppose to be stalking me for *makes air quotes* "Not The Comedian."
Jupiter: You know what? I was. I was totally just going to stalk you all civil like and let you be. What kind of a world do we live in, where a man can't look in another person's windows and take notes about what they eat and what time they use the bathroom? I swear. People like you are just messed up. So I'll take this information, give it to my friend who is definitely *he also makes air quotes* "Not The Comedian," and if you're so intent about infringing on my right to invade your privacy, then it's WAR. Plain and simple.
Rose: Let me get this straight--YOU infringe on my privacy, and when I catch you, YOU get upset and want to fight me for having the audacity to call you out on it. Well, fine! I'll fight you. And, when I'm done kicking your ass, go tell *more air quotes* "Not The Comedian" that if he wants to know what ever the hell he wants to know about me, then he can come ask me himself. Capice?
Jupiter: Catfish! Now if you'll excuse me...
*Jack rips the false mustache out of Michael Rose's hand and puts it back on his face*
Jupiter: *back to his Scottish accent* I've gawt to be off to me flight, laddie! See yew in the rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
*Jack leaves.*
Kerri: Who was that nutbag, anyway?
Rose: You don’t want to know. *looks at Kerri’s soda* Can I have a sip?
Kerri: Sure.
*She hands it to him. He takes a sip. Suddenly, Jan Hamala, who happened to be walking by, bumps into Rose, knocking the soda to the ground.*
Jan Hamala: Out of the way.
Rose: You spilt my soda.
Hamala: Like I care.
*Rose is breathing heavily, like he’s about to do something.*
Kerri: Don’t do it. It’s just a soda.
*Rose is still breathing heavily.*
Kerri: Don’t do it. It’s not worth it.
*Rose doesn’t listen. He charges after Hamala.*
Kerri: Goddammit!
*Rose jumps Hamala from behind, beating down on his back. Hamala starts fighting back. They punch and kick the shit out of each other. Suddenly, referees and security people come to the scene and pull the two men apart.*
Rose: What is your problem!?
Hamala: You!
Rose: You want a piece of me!?
Hamala: No! I want the whole damn thing!
Rose: Well, come and get it!
Hamala: Just tell me when and where!?
Rose: Next week! In the ring!
Hamala: Fine! But first….
*Hamala breaks free and charges at Rose. They go back to fighting as the refs and security try to pull them apart. As the fight goes on, we cut to a commercial break.*
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Post by bigalbass86 AKA Smokin Vokoun on Apr 15, 2014 16:17:11 GMT -5
Hey everyone, this is Bigalbass, formerly known as Smokin Vokoun. I was wondering if it is okay if I join FAWA again. I realize the last time I was in it, I kind of disappeared. It has been a crazy two years for me, so I never really had to time to do this anymore. But lately, ever since I came back to the FAN, I've been having the itch to come back to writing in the E-Fed again. So if there is any room for me to join, I would certainly love to make a comeback. I don't know if it will be a new character or as the tried and true old Smokey. But either way, I would love to comeback if that is okay.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 15, 2014 20:44:55 GMT -5
*We open on a bench outside the arena. "The Comedian" Bobby Riggs is sitting on it wearing a trenchcoat and fedora, reading a newspaper. Suddenly, Jack Jupiter comes up with that stupid mustache on his face. He sits down next to Riggs.*
Comedian: What did one snowman say to the other snowman?
Jupiter: "Frosty today, isn't it?"
Comedian: No.
Jupiter: "Ice to see you!"
Comedian: No!
Jupiter: "Hey, mind if I nip at your heels?"
Comedian: Good God no!
Jupiter: Well what is it, then?
Comedian: Carrots! It smells like carrots! How in the hell did you forget that? You came up with the question!
Jupiter: I...what, now?
Comedian: Nevermind. So, what did you find out?
*Jack grins excitedly, pulling out his notepad and leafing through it. He reads it off:*
Jupiter: For starters, he's not a Vegan and likes meat. He must enjoy buffalo wings, because he once ate sixteen in a single sitting. Psycho is his favorite scary movie. He doesn't think George Clooney is gay--ha, we'll see about that--and doesn't like to watch. He was once a competent break dancer and isn't sure if Johnny Manziel is going to be a good pro quarterback or not. He thinks Ulfric and the Stormcloaks are better than the Empire and its Legion. Tell me, who's going to stop the High Elves, then? WHO?
Comedian: Good God, almighty, why couldn't Jason have come here?
Jupiter: Oh, one last thing. He said he has come to FAWA to, and I quote, to "compete, to wrestle, to beat up people like Bobby Riggs and MAYBE YOU"...I mean me.
Comedian: Well, I figured that. Did you find out anything about him and other EWT wrestlers making deals with FAWA?
Jupiter: I wasn't able to pump that info out of him. But as it so happens, I have my...
*Jack makes shifty eyes that dart back and forth for a good ten seconds. The Comedian stares on, bemused.*
Jupiter: ...sources.
Comedian: And, pray tell, who are these sources?
Jupiter: I...can't say. But what I CAN say is that Michael Rose may or may not be conspiring with FAWA talent to sabotage everyone from EWT. You, me, Mysth, everyone under the Sun. And he may or may not be an enemy who needs to be taken out as soon as possible!
Comedian: So, we now know what we already knew. Holmes, you astound me.
Jupiter: It was nothing. Really! With the invaluable recon that I've obtained, I think we may be able to go to PHASE TWO of the master plan. Stopping him!
Comedian: Look, Jack, I appreciate you doing this for me, but you need to... Wait what? Phase Two? What's Phase Two? What are you talking about?
Jupiter: What good are we doing sitting around down here? Rose could be up to no good and if all we do is plot, we'll never stop him! But luckily for us, I have an idea...
Comedian: I don't like the sound of this, but go ahead. Tell me what this idea is.
Jupiter: In public? I don't think so.
*Jack looks around frenetically and points into space, raising his voice.*
Jupiter: WHO KNOWS WHO IS LISTENING IN ON US? *calming down* Besides, we'll need the help of my lovely Nymphs to accomplish this one. Can't explain it without them.
Comedian: What are you talking about? There's no one around. Everyone is inside watching the show. That's why I had you meet me out here. So that we would be alone. So, just bring your ladies out and tell what your idea is.
Jupiter: The REAL Jack Jupiter sent his nymphs out on Spa Day today. The time is NOT right! However, with due time, my amusing friend! They should be available tomorrow, whereupon we can begin to set in motion the wheels of intrigue.
*Jack stands up, knocking off his hat in the process, and laughs maniacally, his hands outstretched to the sky.*
Jupiter: HAHAHA! HA! HAHAHA! HAHA! HA!
*Suddenly, Sorrow walks over to The Comedian and Jupiter. He looks weirded out by Jack.*
Sorrow: So... um... Riggs... who's your friend?
Comedian: This is Jack Jupiter, an old friend from EWT. Jack, this is Sorrow.
Jupiter: Hey, Sorrow! THE MASK...OF SORROW. *Jack waves his arm back and forth as if fencing with a rapier.* So I'll take it you're on board with us too?
Comedian: *sarcastically* No, he's just here to go out for donuts later.
Jupiter: Donuts? DONUTS? Do you think the REAL Jack Jupiter got THIS amazing body...*Jack opens up his trench coat to reveal his shirtless torso, glistening with a bevy of oils*...by eating DONUTS?! What kind of provincial peon do you think I am?
Sorrow: He was being sarcastic, you idiot. We're not actually going out for donuts.
Jupiter: Hey hey, I get you. I just got an image...*the camera zooms in on Jack's abdominals and zooms out*...to protect. SO. I'll get my people together. Comedian, you get your people together. Sorrow, you can do whatever. And THEN the plan will be in motion. Just follow my lead, and we'll be golden. You get me?
Comedian: Fine, fine. Just let me know when you're ready, okay?
Jupiter: Yeah man. I got this. We got this. Yeah...
*Jack jumps out of his seat and wanders off, rubbing his palms and murmuring under his breath.*
Sorrow: Why would you align with such an idiot?
Comedian: I don’t have very many options. Besides, I think he’ll prove to be valuable. But, what about you? Did you deliver my message?
Sorrow: I talked to Ivy not Mysth, but I’m sure she’ll let Mysth know we want to speak to him.
Comedian: Okay. So, how is that other thing going?
Sorrow: Quite well. She pretends to not be rattled by me, but she is. And, even if she’s not, I can still be a distraction for them.
Comedian: Good. Now, there’s something else we need to take care of.
Sorrow: Spaz?
Comedian: That’s why I like you, Sorrow. You’re smart!
Sorrow: Well, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. So, what do you want to do to him?
Comedian: Oh, I have so many ideas. I just don’t know how to narrow it down. But, that will have to wait a bit. Anyway, we have to get going. My gig starts in half an hour.
Sorrow: Do I really have to go?
Comedian: Yes, you do! And, laugh louder this time! It will make it seem like I’m funnier.
Sorrow: *under his breath* I doubt it.
Comedian: What did you say?
Sorrow: Nothing.
*They walk offscreen and we got to commercial.*
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 15, 2014 20:45:25 GMT -5
Hey everyone, this is Bigalbass, formerly known as Smokin Vokoun. I was wondering if it is okay if I join FAWA again. I realize the last time I was in it, I kind of disappeared. It has been a crazy two years for me, so I never really had to time to do this anymore. But lately, ever since I came back to the FAN, I've been having the itch to come back to writing in the E-Fed again. So if there is any room for me to join, I would certainly love to make a comeback. I don't know if it will be a new character or as the tried and true old Smokey. But either way, I would love to comeback if that is okay. Welcome back man.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 15, 2014 20:46:36 GMT -5
Jan Hamala storms out wearing the Iranian flag draped over his body as he stands on the ramp, almost meditating as he goes into the fighting stance used by many ancient Middle Eastern armies. He suddenly springs to his feet, slapping himself in the face, slapping his chest and storming down to the ring. MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first: From the Islamic Republic of Iran, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds.. Jan.. HAMALA!TH: Jan Hamala of Iran is an extraordinary athlete with a lot of speed and agility for a man of his size. That in addition to the sheer power of this man means Jeremy Dupoe has his hands full here tonight.JK: And with his fiance being held captive, he can't be the most focused man on the planet right now.Ignoring all of the booing fans, he hops straight up to the ring in one leap as he enters the ring, he takes the Iranian flag off his person, rests it down in front of him, gets down onto both knees and starts to pray before springing back up and letting out a savage scream. “That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.”
Several hooded individuals appear on stage and flames begin to erupt from the stage as the music kicks in. The hoods come down, revealing the Cult of the End. Jeremy Dupoe rises from the stage, a look of intense anger on his face. He starts on his way down to the ring. MM: And his opponent: From Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the CEO of the Freakin' Awesome Wrestling Alliance... Jeremy DUPOE!TH: The CEO of this company has had his share of problems as of late, thanks largely to David McLaren who recently handed down a list of demands, the most lofty of which includes Mr. Dupoe stepping down from his position!JK: I guess tonight we're going to find out what's more important to Jeremy! His woman or his business!Jeremy climbs into the ring, pulling a dagger out of his robes. He looks at the camera, pointing the blade straight towards it before plunging it into the mat. A red, blood-like substance oozes from the 'wound' as Dupoe disrobes, looking over at Jan Hamala. The referee looks at both men, and is about to signal for the bell when.. Dupoe turns towards the ramp, infuriated as David McLaren and Alice LeRoux wander down to the ring, the latter still showing signs of her match earlier in the night. The couple makes their way to the commentary table. McLaren grabs a spare chair and headset, sitting down, Alice sitting down on his lap afterwards. JK: Looks like we've got a guest here at the commentary table.DM: Gentlemen.TH: Welcome to the desk, David.Dupoe regains his composure and looks at Hamala again as the referee signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Hamala steps forward, letting out a beastly roar and beating at his chest as Dupoe raises an eyebrow. Dupoe steps forward quickly, while Hamala lunges towards him. Dupoe is too quick, avoiding Jan's attack and running into the ropes opposite, coming back. TH: A spinning heel kick from Hamala! My god the agility of this man!As Dupoe recovers, Hamala delivers a clubbing forearm shot across the back, stepping over him and attempting to lock in the Camel Clutch. JK: Dupoe's about to get humbled!Dupoe backs up and out before Hamala can lock the hold in, delivering a quick dropkick to Jan's back. He runs into the ropes and comes back as Hamala turns around, hitting a running knee to his face that staggers the big man. Dupoe grabs Hamala from behind and attempts to lift him, having no luck at all. TH: Well that's not going to work. JK: Hold on, he's trying something else!Dupoe wraps his arms around Hamala's throat, holding on for dear life as the big man thrashes around, trying to shake him loose. TH: Dupoe's got a sleeper! Hamala's scrambling!JK: He might choke him out right here!Hamala drops to one knee, supporting himself with his arm. Dupoe maintains the hold and begins delivering knees to the back of Jan Hamala. JK: You're really quiet tonight, David. Why come out here at all if you're not going to talk?DM: I'm here to get a close look. You're the commentator, do your damn job. JK: What have you been doing with Ophelia Shadowgail this whole time?TH: Oh god..DM: Not what you'd do, you perverted son of a bitch. We took her to Disneyland. She had an awesome time.JK: Hey! I'm not a son of a bitch!Dupoe releases Hamala and runs into the ropes, dropkicking him in the face on the rebound. He quickly makes a cover: One!
Two! Hamala kicks out emphatically, literally throwing Jeremy Dupoe off of him. DM: Uh-oh, Jeremy. Better summon some mystical demon from hell to come fight your battle for you.JK: You really don't like demons, do you?DM: You have any idea how expensive it is to actually call the Ghostbusters? TH: Gentlemen, there's a match going on here!Jeremy and Jan charge at each other, Hamala strikes first with an insane looking enziguri. Hamala stands up quickly and drags Dupoe to his feet, whipping him into the corner with immense force, following it up with a heavy jumping splash in the corner. TH: All the speed! All the power! Bah Gawd what an athlete!Hamala grabs Dupoe and lays him out by the corner, letting out another roar before beginning to climb to the top rope. JK: Oh my god what's he doing?!DM: Well I'll be damned...With his back to the ring, he peers over his shoulder, checking to make sure Dupoe is still in position. Satisfied, he leaps backwards, going for a moonsault. TH: OH MAH GAWD! Dupoe rolls out of the way, leaving Hamala to crash to the mat with an earth-shaking impact. Dupoe looks down at Hamala and rolls him over onto his back, quickly climbing the top rope. JK: The Sacrificial Dagger!TH: One! Two! Three!DING! DING! DING! MM: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall: Jeremyyyyy DUPOE!Dupoe stands up, walking over to the ropes and demanding a microphone. His wish is quickly granted. He looks directly at David McLaren. Dupoe: McLaren, I've been thinking about 2 of your demands very hard, but not all three...you see your demand for my book is...in a word... impossible. For you see I don't just carry this as a tome of my religion but as its own burden. You see what you seem to think is a source of my power, which to be fair, it is, but it is so much more...what you didn't see was the years of psychological torment FAR WORSE than what ever your feeble mind can think up, with out a mind as twisted as mine your mind would flay in half,your body would warp, and at very worse you could do my job for me and end the world, and I don't think you want that. do you... but as compromise how about we change you little offer to something more...sinister you I can see it in your eyes, you don't want a steel cage match you want to hurt me you want to hurt me you want to see me bleeeeeeeeeeeed so I am proposing a Barb-wire cell match and if you win I will give up my CEO spot and not only that but I will personally RESEAL the broken seals undo the hard work I have done what say you, McLaren do you accept to these conditions or are things going to get messy? David leans forward in his seat, causing Alice to stand up. By now she knows what to do, quickly fetching a microphone and bringing it to David. McLaren: Well, Jeremy.. Things are definitely going to get messy, but you're on. You are soooooo on. I'll turn Ophelia back over to you on the next show, have the cell ready that night, I've waited long enough for this. Next week, this ends.He tosses his microphone aside and leaves the area with Alice as Dupoe's music continues playing. JK: Looks like we've got a main event already, Gorilla!TH: A barbed-wire Hell in a Cell match here next week! Mah gawd that is going to be brutal.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 15, 2014 21:25:01 GMT -5
*Jonothan Michaels enters the ring looking focused on defeating Michael Hayden
*Michael Hayden comes down intent on regaining the title he feels he never should have lost
*The bell rings and the match is under way
*The two lock up and Michael Hayden pulls Jono into a headlock
*Michaels reverses into an arm ringer but Hayden reverses into a drop toe hold
*Hayden tries for the yes lock but Michaels rolls him into an inside cradle for 2
*Michaels tries for a boston crab but Hayden trips him and sends him falling flat on his face
* Michaels gets up and charges for a spear but Hayden jumps over him and gets a sunset flip for a two count
*Hayden tries for Kana Kazi but Michaels blocks the punch and tries for the snap suplex but Hayden reverses into an inside cradle for two
*Hayden gets caught with an arm drag he gets back to his feet and attempts Ronaldo!!! but Michaels ducks it and hits a DDT
*Michaels follows up with an Armbar bt Hayden rolls through it and counters it into a Boston crab
*Michaels reaches the ropes and Hayden relinquishes the hold
*Hayden whips Michaels into the ropes and tries for welcome to the gaslamp but he ducks
*Take down into the Key Grip!!
*Hayden is struggling and fighting the pain
*Michaels continues wrenching on the hold
*Low blow from Hayden with the free leg
*The End!!!
*Michaels is struggling to find a way out
*Jackknife 1-2-Kickout by Hayden
*Fade to Black- No Hayden catches the kick and trips him
*Kill shot Boma Ye!!! 1-2-3!!!
MM:Here is your winner Michael Hayden
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 15, 2014 21:33:41 GMT -5
Here's what the card's looking like next week Michael Rose Vs Jan Hamala
Fan Forums Title match: Jonothan Michaels vs Jan Hamala Vs Scott Martin
Barbed wire Hell in a cell match: Jeremy Dupoe vs Dave Mclaren
On another note I need somebody to help me put the shows together so would anyone like to help me?
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Post by The Man They Call Asher on Apr 15, 2014 21:38:21 GMT -5
Here's what the card's looking like next week Fan Forums Title match: Jonothan Michaels vs Jan Hamala Vs Scott Martin Barbed wire Hell in a cell match: Jeremy Dupoe vs Dave Mclaren On another note I need somebody to help me put the shows together so would anyone like to help me? I'll help you out with putting the shows together since right now it looks like I'm the only one trying. Also, Dupoe and I have a finish worked out for the Cell match to close out our feud, so we won't need that match voted on.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
Fun while it lasted
Posts: 38,465
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Apr 16, 2014 11:24:50 GMT -5
I guess I can do what I can but I've got so many other projects to work on as well.
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Post by The Man They Call Asher on Apr 17, 2014 5:39:52 GMT -5
Updated Alice LeRoux's profile and added information pertaining to her being an active competitor.
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Post by bigalbass86 AKA Smokin Vokoun on Apr 17, 2014 14:33:05 GMT -5
I would like to write a re-introductory promo for the next show if that's okay. Just need to know when the deadline is.
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Post by bigalbass86 AKA Smokin Vokoun on Apr 18, 2014 20:15:35 GMT -5
Just sent in my promo segment
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 20, 2014 14:21:57 GMT -5
Anyone else plan to vote.
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