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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 25, 2013 15:05:56 GMT -5
Bring it on Scorpy boy!
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 25, 2013 15:07:49 GMT -5
IT'S ANTIHERO'S BURFDAY
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jul 25, 2013 15:26:39 GMT -5
So how many birthday punches do we give Antihero?
*cracks knuckles*
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Post by ScorpiAnt on Jul 25, 2013 15:29:43 GMT -5
We shall give him one hundred and twenty eight! AND DON'T CALL ME BABY!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 26, 2013 10:42:23 GMT -5
Could I just make a suggestion for a rule with the Points System?
While I love the system and it rewards activity, I do think that there is one time they should not be allowed to be used. You shouldn't be allowed to use them at Gookermania to get into the main event match. In the weeks that lead up to Gookermania I think it should still be good but not at the event itself.
Agree? Disagree?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 10:51:45 GMT -5
I think that seems fair. The person (or people) who win BattleBowl deserve there spot at Gookermania.
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Post by ScorpiAnt on Jul 27, 2013 13:37:13 GMT -5
Yeah, they worked hard, they deserve the spot light.
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Post by The Man They Call Asher on Jul 27, 2013 14:24:41 GMT -5
Yeah I have to agree. To buy your way into the main event like that when other people earned that shot comes across as an incredibly selfish move.
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 27, 2013 14:27:06 GMT -5
Definitely a fair rule.
Is the show almost ready Connor?
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jul 27, 2013 14:42:50 GMT -5
Yep, it shall be posted tonight all things willing.
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Post by ScorpiAnt on Jul 27, 2013 14:46:28 GMT -5
Can't wait to see if I get to add a belated birthday gift to my haul.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jul 27, 2013 16:43:03 GMT -5
Consider the other side of things. It costs 60 points to buy a straight up WHC shot. If you write one match, one commentary, a promo, and post in the promo thread every week, it'll take you about 12 weeks (~3 months) to afford it and nothing else. That's three months of commitment that you're risking on the line for a single vote that could dash it all away and you're back to square one.
The Battle Bowl winner just needs to win 2 matches. They could get lucky.
I suppose it depends on how one feels about Benoit/HBK/HHH at WM20 from the angle to the booking to the match itself. I think if a member can afford it that they earned it through commitment and effort. May the best man win, but please tell a good story either way.
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jul 27, 2013 17:22:31 GMT -5
I'm thinking of using 60 points to have the world title match at Battle Bowl, but I'm not 100 percent sure that would be a good idea, even for storyline purposes. The other option for me will be that Seth doesn't have a match at Battle Bowl.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jul 27, 2013 17:34:07 GMT -5
Well, doesn't Hayden have a shot at a rematch?
He didn't cash in for Seth/Connor, so there is that...
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jul 27, 2013 19:12:17 GMT -5
Well, doesn't Hayden have a shot at a rematch? He didn't cash in for Seth/Connor, so there is that... You're more than welcome to it then as my character has other goals to look towards. The only reason I would have considered it is that Seth has no reason to do the Battle Bowl this year.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jul 27, 2013 19:18:59 GMT -5
Seth and Hayden, I shall look at trying to address those concerns for you within the next day. Just been a hectic bit getting the show together and my son came home today after being away at cadet camp for 3 weeks. Show shall be posted shortly!
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jul 27, 2013 19:28:07 GMT -5
Seth and Hayden, I shall look at trying to address those concerns for you within the next day. Just been a hectic bit getting the show together and my son came home today after being away at cadet camp for 3 weeks. Show shall be posted shortly! No, it isn't a concern, I was just trying to do a favor and take a bullet since if Seth did take this, he should definitely lose. But Hayden would make things more interesting if he took it.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jul 27, 2013 19:45:29 GMT -5
*A camera is situated pointing at a door into the Parts Unknown Arena as Fred G Neric comes onto screen while picking his teeth. Stopping as he notices the camera he quickly tries to pass it off as nothing as he brings a mic up to his mouth.*
FGN: This is Fred G Neric here at the entrance to the Parts Unknown Arena where we are expecting the arrival of the new FAWA Heavyweight Champion, "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie. In fact...
*Fred put a finger to an ear piece and nods as he looks on and seems excited*
FGN: I've just been told he's on his way in right now!
*Looking to the door it opens, sunlight coming in causes the camera to lose focus for a moment before refocusing to show...*
FGN: Hey! You're not Mackenzie! Who are you?!
*An older man, wearing what appears to be a janitor's outfit enters as the light dims a bit from outside.*
Older Man: I'm Scruffy...the Janitor.
*Fred just looks at the man for a moment as the camera zooms in on the pair. Scruffy rubs his mustache before Fred shoes him out of the view of the camera before returning to his spot whilst not noticing someone standing behind him. The camera zooms out to show Connor Mackenzie wearing sunglasses and a black and red hoodie with the FAN-Forums title draped over his left shoulder and the FAWA Heavyweight title over his right one. Clearing his throat, Fred is startled and turns.*
CM: Hi Fred...
*Connor's eyes trail off at someone off camera. Fred, frustrated, turns around.*
FGN: Scruffy I thought I told you-
*Fred stops as he realises it isn't Scruffy, but the returning Tobias Kingsley who has caught Connor's attention. TMK shoves Fred out of the way, Connor responds by stepping up to TMK, causing him to back down.*
TMK: No, no, no. We're not doing this your way, Mackenzie. I'm not fighting you when there's nothing in it for me. See, I was just passing through, heading to the ring for my return match, when I saw you ready to start bragging about how you FINALLY won the big one and I thought I'd spare everyone a couple of minutes.
*TMK mockingly laughs then points to the title belts draped over Mackenzie's shoulders.*
TMK: Looks like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders these days. How about we bury the hatchet and, like a good friend should, you let me relieve some of that pressure from you, huh?
*TMK flashes a smile and holds out his hand, expecting Mackenzie to hand over one of his belts.*
*Connor eyes TMK as he flashes the smile and looks at him expectantly. Connor's hands don't move as he looks up from TMK's hands.*
CM: Weren't they supposed to have fixed that little problem with you being delusional?
*Fred G Neric can't help but try and stifle a laugh and look away from TMK then as now it's Connor that's grinning.*
CM: Or is that more of my being selfish coming into play? You offering that while at the same time being able to manage to hide your disgust for me so well. No wonder they let you out. Next thing you know you'll have an Oscar.
*TMK clenches his hand into a fist, barely containing his rage, but composes himself and smirks.*
TMK: You're carrying two huge targets draped across either shoulder and I'M delusional? You've got two guys walking around with briefcases that guarantee them a title shot whenever they want yet you waltz around here blissfully ignorant of the dangers that await you. Why is that, Connor? Is it because you genuinely believe that these selfish people will "do the right thing" and give you a quick heads up before they claim their shot? No...not even you are that moronic. I think it's yet another case of you over-estimating yourself. Your fragile ego can't even comprehend the idea of one of them getting the drop on you. You've convinced yourself that it's impossible for someone to just swoop in and snatch your accomplishments away from you. Well you're wrong. One day, and I predict that day will be very soon, you're going to lose that belt...
*TMK points to the FAN Forums title belt.*
TMK: ...and that one...
*TMK points to the FAWA Heavyweight title belt.*
TMK: ...and maybe then you'll lose your mind, along with that trademark snarky attitude of yours.
*Connor looks to both belts as TMK points at them, then back to him as the grin is no more. Staring at the man Connor takes in a breath.*
CM: You know something...for once in your life. You might just be right about something..."
*Chuckling a bit, Connor shakes his head before glancing at TMK once more before starting to turn and walk away.*
CM: Enjoy the show.
*Connor walks off without saying another word, leaving TMK looking frustrated. He turns toward Fred G. Neric and stares menacingly at him. Suddenly he grabs him by the scruff.*
TMK: Laugh at me again, I'll rip out your tongue and use it to clean my boots. Understood?
*Fred nods, looking terrified. TMK takes his microphone before shoving him away and continuing toward the ring.*
NITERAW
TH: Welcome to aftermath of Summerfest ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to FAWA Niteraw! “Gorilla” Tim Hoss with you and my ever present partner in all things commentary, Jesse King!
JK: And it looks like things were about to get started before we even rolled to opening intro Hoss! Something tells me we’ve got quite a bit that’s going to go on here tonight.
TH: No doubt about that King. We’ve got the return of TMK! Tobias Kingsley and he looks none too pleased with the current state of things here in the upper echelon of the FAWA title scene. As well, in action since we had some technical difficulties last week we will be re-broadcasting the in-ring debut of Hardcore Hensley. With all these new talents coming in no wonder the summer has been so hot.
JK: And speaking of hot we’ve got our first qualifier for the Battlebowl! MiscreAnt taking on Marshall Wesley Coventry.
TH: Quite right King but they will not be the first entrant as it has already been announced on FAWA.com that Antihero has cashed in his TV title with FAWA management in order to become our first confirmed entrant into the 2013 Battlebowl!
JK: And with him doing that we’ve got a hole where a TV Champ should be. So tonight it looks like we’ve got three men all vying for it. The newcomer, Mr. S versus the CEO’s right-hand man Boiraa Ruumu Buraara, versus the returning Brian Alexander Mulligan!
TH: All three men looking to attain a TV title that opens so many opportunities for whoever holds it and quite the legacy to uphold. We'll be right back though to kick this night off with the opening of the Money in the Bank briefcases!
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jul 27, 2013 19:47:57 GMT -5
NITERAW*Jeremy Dupoe, Disturbance!BRB, Ophelia Shadowgail, Mario Nett, and Jack Cain rise from the center of the stage. Dupoe is reading his book while Disturbance!BRB stands atop his golden segway. Ophelia, Nett, and Cain follow behind the devious duo as they make for the ring.* *The Cult of the End enters the ring. Dupoe walks up the steps. Ophelia sits on the second rope to give him the space to cross through. Cain and Nett grab the top rope and climb in. Disturbance!BRB parks the segway and slides into the ring. Ophelia hands Dupoe a microphone. He stands in the center of the ring as the lights dim down to a spotlight over him and the Cult of the End.* TH: I have to say King. Seeing this group in the ring gives me chills. The first time we saw the Majority Shareholder and Dupoe on the same side...JK: Don't remind me Gorilla. My blood's already cold enough as it is and I don't want to get told to shut up by any of them.DUPOE: At long last, the writings from the book speak true! At the Feast of the Solstice, I, the High Priest, delivered a haunter of the dark to the realms of flesh. But not just any flesh - the flesh of the one true sovereign. The Majority Shareholder, the Chief Executive Officer, Boiler Room Brawler.
He thought he "outmaneuvered" me. That I was done, gone, out of his proverbial hair. But no man cannot outmaneuver fate. Man can only submit to destiny and at Summerfest it was foretold by my tome that he would submit and he would wield his power as never before.
The next phase of the prophecy - The Reign of Chaos - begins tonight. Disturbance, it is your mission.*Disturbance!BRB cackles to himself. He's hunched over as he stiltedly steps to Dupoe and grabs the microphone as if a marionette puppet.* DISTURBANCE!BRB: It's me, it's me, it's the True Sovereign of the FAWA: Disturbance! Ah ha ha ha ha ha...
It's good to be back in the flesh and what a hunk of flesh to occupy. The Majority Shareholder, the CEO of the FAWA. Boiler Room Brawler! Why, I could do anything couldn't I?
But a deal's a deal, Dupoe. Time to let Chaos Reign in my company...
From this moment forth, every single match will be No Disqualification, No Count Out, and No Time Limit.
So says me, Disturbance!JK: What?!TH: This is madness!JK: No, I believe they said chaos. And hey, at least it's not Sparta.DUPOE: The first seal of the Reign of Chaos is broken. More will be broken. And the end will be one step closer. It is done.DUPOE: WHO DARES?!*The lights go out as the music continues to play. After a few seconds a spotlight is shone on the entry ramp as smoke starts to billow. A lone figure emerges as the crowd reacts. Light glistening off the FAN-Forums and World Heavyweight Championship belts, one on each shoulder as Connor Mackenzie pauses to look at the ring. Looking out at the crowd, Connor nods. A small grin plays on his lips as he starts to move to one side of the stage. As he does he holds up the two belts, both looking clean and shined as he lets out a loud yell before running to the other side of the stage and repeating his yell for the other side of the arena before moving for the ramp and heading for the ring.* TH: It's Mackenzie! The new World Heavyweight Champion is coming out here!JK: And ripping off the soundtrack from another Hollywood blockbuster. Wait...was this movie ever number one?*Watching the group intently, Connor climbs the ring steps, then a turnbuckle as he holds the championship belts up one more time before lowering them and looking into the ring. Hoping in, Connor keeps the belts in his hands for a moment before moving to place the Heavyweight title back on his shoulder and fasten the FAN-Forums title around his waist. Taking an offered mic from a ring attendant, Connor looks at the Cult of the End, his sunglasses still on as the lights come back up in the arena.* CM: I dare...DISTURBANCE!BRB: Cain, Nett, get him! [/font] TH: And it looks like it's not going to take long for the action to heat up!*Cain and Nett approach Connor-* DUPOE: No. They're mine to command, Disturbance.
Of course he's here. He's the Beast from the North. Awakened by the Feast of the Solstice. Bearing Two Great Treasures. Here to try to oppose fate itself as the True Sovereign tried.
Speak.*Connor glares at Cain and Nett, looking ready to throw down as they approach only to be surprised when Dupoe calls them off. Glaring at them as they back off, Connor brings the mic back up.* CM: The beast of the North? I've been called a lot of things but that's a new one. Of course I should have known to expect that coming from the Duke of Dungeons and Dragons...*Connor takes a step towards Dupoe, glaring at him as he gets in his face* CM: You know, you keep yammering on about fate this, fate that...but frankly it seems awfully unlike fate that you keep sticking your nose into my business. Especially when it comes to me and this...*Connor holds the World Heavyweight title up a bit to put it directly in Dupoe's line of sight.* TH: He does bring up a bit of a point there King.JK: You heard the cook. It's fate. He can't control it. Mackenzie shouldn't take it personally. I don't anytime I call my fortune teller and they get my lucky numbers wrong. It's all the damn lottery commision's fault. Swindling me out of my milions.TH: Yes...the lottery company.CM: I've had to deal with giant warriors, weasely managers, almost all of the FAWA roster...*Connor then looks at Disturbance/BRB and points.* CM: And you. Or maybe I should say both of you. All I know is the next time we face off, I'm going to be making sure I give you double the ass kicking to make up for not getting a chance to after NoTWZ, Disturbance.
But frankly, I've come out here to put a stop to your little celebration. In case you forgot, being the CEO of this company you've got an obligation and there are five guys in the back waiting to see what is in those briefcases. So before you and Dupoe go on a nice little bender sponsored by Mountain Dew I suggest you let those guys know their fates.DUPOE: You had to be neutralized, oh Beast of the North, lest you lash out and try to stop the prophecy.
And for the record, I despise Dungeons and Dragons. I prefer Call of Cthulhu thank you very much.
But fine, let's humor the champion of mankind. Let's find out what fates lie in store- DISTURBANCE!BRB: Uh uh uh... Who walks in the True Sovereign's flesh here? You or me, Disturbance? I'll call the shots thank you very much.
I see you've moved up since we last tangoed, Connor Mackenzie. At least you're not in those ridiculous clothes this time. You might be both my company's World Heavyweight and FAN Forums champions, but when we find out who gets title shots against you, how long do you think that will last, hm?
And what about the men - or even women - I could expel from my company? Who knows what they might do to be hired on?
You're right, let's find out! Come on out! JK: Now we're talking!TH: It's time to find out what the future does indeed hold for these five men who are about to enter the arena!*Connor glares as Disturbance!BRB poses the questions to him.* CM: You don't think I know that I have a big target on my back holding these? You think you sending anybody and everybody after me is something that isn't a thought in my mind? In case you're brain was a bit more than rattled during that match last week I know what this company and those working in it can do. What they will do. Because I wouldn't expect any less. But the one thing that they aren't is the best in the FAWA today. And nothing you can say or do is going to be able to change it. Not some deranged cult, not some briefcase.
So if you or anybody else want a fight, the door is always open. I'm not going to back down from a challenge.*Connor lowers the mic and looks to the entry ramp. The five competitors come out, each holding their respective briefcases in hand before entering the ring. Ryan Blood, Scott Martin, The Dream, Michael Hayden and Antihero all enter and look at one another and those who were in the ring before them. Connor looks back to Disturbance!BRB before moving aside to allow him to unlock the cases. With Connor now out of the way, Disturbance!BRB moves slowly towards the men now forming a line in the ring. Moving almost like a general inspecting the troops he moves from one end to the other and back again before stopping first at Ryan Blood.* DISTURBANCE!BRB: Let's start with you, Blood. Heh heh heh... I saw you come out to help BRB. So strange, but now that I can pick his brain at my leisure, it makes perfect sense. But maybe it won't matter in the end after we unlock your case.*Disturbance!BRB unlocks Ryan Blood's case, looks inside, and snorts.* DISTURBANCE!BRB: Looks like fortune smiles upon you. For now...*Disturbance!BRB shoves the case back into Blood's arms. Blood opens the case and looks inside. He grins and pulls out... a title shot contract for the FAN Forums Title. Disturbance!BRB grins over at Connor Mackenzie as Blood speaks into a mic.* RB: I knew it! I knew it all along! All of you out there and in here. You all thought this might have been it for me. That one-trick pony Conda got what she deserved and I have what I deserve. Start counting down the days Connor. I told you once I'd do whatever was necessary and I'm going to stay true to my word. I hope you have eyes in the back of your head.*Slamming his case shut, Blood breathes a sigh of relief and moves to relax against a turnbuckle as Disturbance!BRB motions to The Dream.* TH: Ryan Blood with a guaranteed contract for the FAN-Forums title!JK: And Mackenzie better have eyes in the back of his head if he knows what's good for him if Ryan Blood is laying in wait.DISURBANCE!BRB: You're up next, Dream. Come collect your prize. Or your final paycheck.*Jeremy Dupoe crosses his arms as Disturbance!BRB relishes every second of this, a pensive glare in his eyes. The Dream opens his unlocked case and pauses.* DISTURBANCE!BRB: Show the FAWA Galaxy! No hiding!*The Dream looks out at the crowd, shakes his head, and turns the case to show a pink piece of paper.* I think I grabbed the wrong case here mate. I was supposed to get one with a title shot.DISURBANCE!BRB: You got the pink slip Dream. You're fired.Fired? But I just started my PSA deal! I was supposed to stick around and win the titles with Scott Taylor!
Well you know what? I won't let this get me down! I will continue to fight for the good citizens of America, I will continue to live the American Dream, and I will overcome this! I promise you all, you have yet to see the last of The Dream! Don't cry for me Argentina and Parts Unknown. One day, I shall return!*The Dream exits the ring and struts off as the fans continue chanting for The Dream. The Dream reaches the top of the ramp and waves at the crowd before strutting once more, possibly for the last time.* JK: Hah! Serves him right for putting the cart before the horse!TH: Folks, I am truly beside myself. The Dream, as entertaining a competitor as any I've seen making his way up the entry ramp. I know this was a part of this but one can't help but feel a loss here.DISTURBANCE!BRB: How the mighty have fallen, Dream. Looks like The Dream is dead but as Dupoe would tell you, the nightmare is only beginning. Outta this arena with you!*Disturbance!BRB motions to Scott Martin.* DISTURBANCE!BRB: The Majority Shareholder liked your gumption, kid. I don't care what happens to you though. Chaos Reigns and it reigns above all. Even favorites. Open the case.*Martin opens the case and turns it in surprise to show the contract for the FAWA Tag Team titles. Scott looks at the briefcase and smirks before being handed the mic.* SM: Tag Team Championship shot eh? Not the best... but not the worst. I'll take what I can get.TH: A tag title shot! But with The Dream now fired who will he choose to be his tag team partner!?JK: Maybe someone with some talent?DISTURBANCE!BRB: Chaos Reigns now, Scott Martin! Only the strong will survive.*Disturbance!BRB looks between the pair of Michael Hayden and Antihero.* JK: And then there were two...TH: I can't imagine what is going through the minds of either of these men right now.DISTURBANCE!BRB: It's down to you two. Down to another terminated career in my company[/i] but a shot at the top. Open 'em. Save us the trouble.[/font] *Antihero and Michael Hayden open their cases simultaneously, the two men look inside their respective cases then to each other before turning them around to reveal Hayden with a pink slip and Antihero with the World Heavyweight title contract. Anti is handed the mic and looks out at the crowd while closing his case and holding it by the handle.* Ladies and Gentlemen, the future is coming! Can you feel it, because it's here and it's now and I promise one thing by this time next year I'll have held the world title at least once, I swear that I will do this and give you a champion to be proud of!TH: Antihero with the World Heavyweight title shot! This could be his ticket for the top, King!JK: Sure, sure, just imagine all the picnics him and his crew will ruin then.*Hayden looks at Antihero for a moment before taking the mic away slowly.* ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Since the moment I stepped into this ring, I have turned in match of the year contenders every single week! I am the most decorated rookie in this company's history, and I'll go on record saying I am the best pure athlete this place has ever seen!
Heck, I beat Antihero on the road to becoming Lord of the Ring! And yet, YOU have a shot at the belt? A shot at MY title that I never truly lost?
No. No, I will not let this go on. I will not act like The Dream and go "Aww shucks". I have done more than enough to cement my legacy here. I have proven myself time and time again. I will climb the mountain once again, I will be the FAWA Champion once more, and if I get that title before you cash in Anti, I will make sure you never hold MY title.
I swear, this is not the last time Hollywood's Own is in the spotlight. I swear it.JK: Wow...Hayden maybe drinking some of the chaos juice before he came out here. Patent pending. You hear that Hoss. It's mine now!TH: Michael Hayden certainly letting his thoughts be known here. One has to wonder with words like that if it is in fact the last time we will see him in the FAWA.*Dupoe looks on gleefully before rubbing his hands together, his feelings on all of this quite evident.* JEREMY DUPOE: The End is Nigh as the Reign of Chaos begins. Time is running out for everyone in the FAWA Galaxy. It is in your interests to use your shots while you still can or else you'll never have the chance.DISTURBANCE!BRB: Except for The Dream and Hollywood's Own. You two are outta here! Gone forever!*Connor moves as Distubance!BRB starts his rant, finishing with Hollywood's Own and The Dream being gone forever. Holding up a hand and raising his mic he moves towards the side of the ring the entry ramp is at.* TH: Looks like the champ has something he wants to say.JK: If it's goodbye he could wait until the commercial. These guys aren't on the payroll anymore.CM: If I can borrow a phrase here...whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whooooah. We're not through here. No way in heck are we through here. If there's one thing that I've realized now it's that if you want change you need to stand up and make it happen. Dream, get out here.*Connor waits a moment before looking to Dupoe and Disturbance!BRB as The Dream walks back out looking a bit dejected. Connor looks back to The Dream, then to Hayden and finally back to the Cult.* CM: You know...before tonight it was that man who said something to me that really hit home. And after doing a lot of thinking, a lot of soul-searching I came to a realization. Holding two titles is like having two giant targets painted on my back. Now, mind you, I've done it before. And I don't have a problem with it now. But...*Connor looks back at The Dream.* CM: Everyone deserves a chance to realize their own dreams and potential. And if you let both of these guys go not only are you ruining theirs but you are ruining the potential of this company.*Turning back to Disturbance!BRB, Connor moves a free hand to unfasten the FAN-Forums title from around his waist and holds it up to eye level.* CM: Even the business side of you knew that. And besides, if it's chaos you want what makes you think you will have more by getting rid of two wrestlers? You're shooting your own cause in the foot. The more the merrier isn't it? So here's what I propose. As the new World Heavyweight Champion and present holder of the FAWA FAN-Forums title I have come to a decision. One with plenty of precedent even if it's from other companies. Effectively immediately. I hereby vacate the FAN-Forums title. But, I have one request. That a tournament to crown a new FAN-Forums champion take place and that these two men participate.JK: WHAT?! HE CAN'T DO THAT! CAN HE?TH: Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. Mackenzie is right, in the past we've seen the likes of the Ultimate Warrior, Goldberg and Lex Luger vacate the US and Inter-Continental titles when they won their respective World titles. Why can't he?*Connor looks rather serious as Ryan Blood seems to stew in the corner but looks down at his briefcase in quiet contemplation before shaking his head and remaining quiet.* CM: So what say you, Mr. CEO. Have you got the testicular fortitude to shoot yourself in the foot and allow those two to leave or do you want to see how far you can plunge this company into the chaos you are so eager to see?TH: Mackenzie getting right to the point with that statement.JK: Do demons even have...well, you know.TH: I've heard of some of those naughty japanese cartoons talk about it but...maybe ask Mayor Botchsuke?JK: Ooo! Or Buraara! DISTURBANCE!BRB: Testicular fortitude? How could you ask such a question of me?
Of course I have no testicular fortitude. I'm a dark spirit from realms beyond the grasp of human imagination! Now the flesh of the True Sovereign, heh heh heh... He might. I can feel him struggle. Trying to break the bonds of darknesd bestowed upon him by Dupoe here, but I don't think he wants his testicular fortitude tested any time soon.
And it's Chaos, Connor. It has no rhyme or reason. I'm not here to help keep my company afloat. I'm here to destroy it as part of the prophecy...
But now that you mention it, the True Sovereign scheduled those pink slips to come to whoever grasped them. I suppose it was order all along...
Fine, there will be a tournament for the FAN Forums title. You drive a hard bargain, Mackenzie.
The Dream and Michael Hayden...JK: What's he doing?TH: It seems like he's at a loss for words? DISTURBANCE!BRB:...
Oops, sorry, The True Sovereign gritting his teeth there, not me.
The Dream and Michael Hayden are hereby rehired as employees of the FAWA and they will compete in a tournament for the FAN Forums Title.
Don't say the Reign of Chaos did you no favors...*Connor can't help but have an amused grin of his own as he nods and looks around.* CM: See folks, it turns out he does have a heart. It just took being possessed by a psychopathic demon for it to come out. In fact I bet that-*The titan-tron flickers for a moment before breaking out into static*
*Slowly an image appears, still obscured by static, however a hooded figure is visible, sitting in darkness. His hands are together, his fingers intertwined*In this world there are those who believe they can act as they want and continue on, free of consequence...
Those who believe that their sleep will be free of nightmares because they themselves are the nightmare...
They take security in the idea that as long as the monster is in the mirror, they will be safe...
What will they do when they look in the mirror and the monster is no longer where they can see it? *The hooded figure chuckles as a smile forms*Run.*The video fades into static, before an image fades in**The image fades out and the titan-tron returns to normal* [/div]
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jul 27, 2013 19:50:54 GMT -5
NITERAW *TMK walks out onto the ramp, smoking a cigarette, still holding the microphone he stole from Fred G. Neric earlier. He stares down Botchsuke for a moment before flicking his cigarette away.*
TH: Here's a guy I hoped we'd never see again. He's been back one night and he's already re-kindling his "friendship" with Connor Mackenzie.
JK: Keep quiet, Gorilla! I don't want to give this nutjob any excuse to come over here.
TMK: Cut the music!
TH: Boy he loves the sound of his own voice, right King?
JK: What did I just tell you, Hoss? You shouldn't poke the bear…especially when that bear just spent two years in an insane asylum!
*Small sections of the crowd begin to boo Kingsley.*
TMK: Nice to hear that some of you remember me. I'm sure you do too, Botchsuke?
*Botchsuke nods.*
TMK: You've been around here quite a while and I'm sure you know the drill by now. I'm back after a loooooong vacation and I'm looking to make an impact. Then there's you, the unlucky scrub who drew the short straw tonight and is now standing in the ring awaiting the inevitable…
JK: Heh, I agree, this guy is a scrub!
TH: I think both you and Kingsley are underestimating Botchsuke.
*Kingsley begins to walk up the steel steps.*
TMK: If you really do remember me, then you remember what I'm capable of. Now the man I used to be would come out here, talk in riddles and make allusions about what he might do to you but, truthfully, all he was after was his next fix. He cared little for his reputation and cared even less about making a name for himself in the Freakin' Awesome Wrestling Alliance.
*Kingsley enters the ring and begins to square up to Botchsuke.*
TMK: The man that I am today, however, has a different agenda. The man I am today talks plainly and cuts right to the bone. See, I NEED to re-establish myself in this company! I NEED to carve out my legacy! I NEED to take the first step in climbing that ladder to the top! And to do that, I don't just need to beat you…I NEED TO DESTROY YOU!
*TMK points at Botchsuke, who shakes his head and goads Kingsley into starting the match. Kingsley considers this…but smirks and continues to talk.*
TH: I think Botchsuke's had enough of these threats and I'm getting pretty tired of this spiel too. Can't we just ring the bell?
JK: Freedom of speech, Gorilla, it extends even to crazies.
TMK: Now, despite this pathetic act of bravado, I imagine you DON'T want to be destroyed today and I'm afraid that leaves us with a conflict of interest. One that I have the perfect solution for…that being your swift exit from this ring, with your tail tucked between your legs, allowing me to take my inevitable victory without having to worry about your precious health.
JK: Botchsuke's gotta be tempted by that offer.
TH: Will you stop? Botchsuke, like all FAWA wrestlers, is a fighter. There's no way he's backing down to Kingsley.
JK: You heard the man, Gorilla, he wants to destroy Botchsuke and you've got to fancy his chances!
TH: Remember Jesse, Kingsley's been out of the ring for a while now. Ring rust has got to be a factor…maybe even a deciding one.
JK: I'm just saying, I know who my money's on.
*The crowd boos this and Botchsuke doesn't appear interested in this proposal. He shakes his head and demands that the referee start the match. Kingsley laughs in response, before scowling menacingly.*
TMK: So be it…but don't say I didn't warn you.
*Kingsley throws the mic outside the ring and leans in the corner, rubbing his hands together with glee.*
TH: And we're finally getting this match under way. You've got to respect Botchsuke's courage, refusing to back down against this bully in Kingsley!
JK: You call it courage, I call it stupidity.
*Following the bell, TMK charges at Botchsuke, lifting him up and driving him into the turnbuckle. Kingsley follows up with repeated shoulder thrusts and fists to the head and body.*
TH: We're seeing that trademark animalistic style from Kingsley here but Botchsuke is bracing for the storm.
*Kingsley continues to beat down Botchsuke in the corner, placing his boot across the fallen Mayor's throat.*
TH: Well I'm not sure what I expected but it's clear we're not going to be seeing any sportsman-like conduct from Kingsley here tonight.
JK: Of course not, Hoss. You've heard the saying "nice guys finish last"? Well Kingsley is far from a nice guy. He loves to hurt people and, to be honest, I'm enjoying watching him do it!
*The ref forces TMK off his opponent and threatens him with disqualification. Kingsley doesn't seem phased and continues the assault.*
TH: Well, Jesse, he better be careful not to get disqualified here.
JK: Pah! That ref should stay out of Kingsley's business, if he knows what's good for him.
*Kingsley grips Botchsuke in a cravat hold and drags him out of the corner, hitting repeated knees to his head...*
TH: Those vicious knees to the head followed up by a swift neckbreaker from Kingsley.
JK: Beautiful move! He calls that Brain Damage and it's easy to see why. Botchsuke will be drinking his breakfast through a straw in the morning!
*TMK lays on the mat, laughing loudly. He gets back to his feet and looks down at Botchsuke before placing one foot down hard on his chest.*
TH: Kingsley's laughing at the pain he's inflicting. This guy's clearly not all there.
JK: You say that like it's a bad thing, Gorilla.
TH: You're only on his side because you're afraid of him coming over here.
JK: That couldn't be further from the truth! He's just winning me over with his tremendous in-ring prowess.
*Kingsley grabs Botchsuke by the mask…*
TMK: Looks like you made a stupid decision didn't-
*Before Kingsley can finish his trash-talk, Botchsuke lifts his leg and catches TMK with a kick to the side of the head, staggering him.*
JK: How rude of Botchsuke! Kingsley was in the middle of his sentence!
TH: This is a wrestling match, Jesse. Maybe Kingsley should wait until the match is over to trash talk.
*Botchsuke tries to capitalise by charging toward Kingsley but is quickly taken back down with a clothesline.*
TH: Ouch! What a clothesline there by Kingsley. To give the devil his due, this guy is no slouch between those ropes.
JK: No signs of ring rust eh Gorilla?
*TMK remains on offence and quickly lifts Botchsuke back to his feet, only to put him back down on the mat following a double knee armbreaker.
1…
Kingsley lifts Botchsuke's shoulders off the mat before slapping him hard across the face!*
JK: Ho ho! What a slap right to the chops!
TH: That was uncalled for! What disrespect Kingsley is showing his opponent tonight!
*TMK returns to his feet and takes a deep breath…before breaking out into laughter again. He stomps Botchsuke before bouncing off the ropes and attempting the Fall From Grace…*
TH: Running sexton…but nobody home! Botchsuke rolled out of the way, sending Kingsley crashing to the mat!
*Kingsley clutches his back and screams in pain. Botchsuke takes this time to manoeuvre himself to the corner, using the ropes to help lift himself back on his feet.*
TH: Botchsuke has got to capitalise here.
JK: Well he isn't going to get long to rest as Kingsley's back on his feet!
*TMK charges at Botchsuke and is met by a single boot to the face!*
TH: Another quick counter by Botchsuke!
*Kingsley shakes it off before charging again, this time catching the attempted boot-to-the-face counter.*
JK: Haha! Went to the well once too often. Now Botchsuke is helpless.
*Botchsuke is left hopping about on one leg until he pulls off a botched enziguri!*
JK: What!? That came from outta nowhere!
TH: The tide is turning for Botchsuke here!
*Kingsley is left staggering around the ring, allowing Botchsuke to follow up with a botched rider kick, knocking TMK to the outside.*
TH: What a kick and it sends Kingsley tumbling outside here in front of us!
*Kingsley quickly gets back to his feet but Botchsuke stays on top of him, quickly taking him back down with a picture-perfect botched Asai moonsault.*
TH: What a spectacular high flying manoeuvre!
JK: No, no, no! This isn't how it's supposed to happen!
*Botchsuke rolls back into the ring as the ref begins the count. Kingsley gets back up to his feet and angrily slams down on the announcer's table.*
TH: Whoa, look out here!
JK: I told you not to make him mad, Gorilla!
TMK: Forget this! I'm better than this!
*TMK violently boots the steel steps.*
TH: This young man needs to get his temper in check and get back in the ring.
TMK: I'm done!
JK: Where's he going?
TH: I think Kingsley's had enough! Now that things aren't going his way he just wants to take his ball and go home!
*Kingsley walks around the ring, toward the ramp, trying to make a quick exit. Inside the ring Botchsuke bounces off the ropes…*
TH: Whoa, whoa, whoa, look at Botchsuke in the ring. He must be going for his trademark Botchsuke Special!
JK: Oh no! Look out Kingsley!
*Botchsuke flies over the top rope with a corkscrew…but gets caught in mid-air by TMK, who noticed him last minute!*
TH: Bah gawd! What reactions by Kingsley!
*Kingsley holds Botchsuke, who struggles to no avail, up high before running forward and driving him into the steel steps with a powerbomb.*
TH: What a sickening impact! Botchsuke may have been snapped in two!
JK: He shoulda just taken the count out win, Gorilla. He got greedy!
TH: Botchsuke's a fighter, he wasn't gonna take the easy victory tonight.
*Botchsuke is left crumpled on the outside, twitching, while Kingsley stares at him. An evil smirk begins to form across Kingsley's face.*
TH: Oh and NOW he's back in control you can see Kingsley's arrogance return.
JK: He suckered him in, Hoss! Used his pride against him. He even had you going for a second, not me though!
TH: Oh enough! Kingsley was ready to walk out of this match just because things weren't going his way!
*Kingsley rolls the Mayor into the ring and quickly follows, kicking him hard in the back for good measure.*
JK: Haha! I bet Botchsuke's regretting taking this match now.
*TMK has Botchsuke back on his feet and drives him shoulder first into the steel ring-post.*
TH: Oh man! Botchsuke driven right into the ring post!
*Botchsuke gets dragged out of the corner…only to be driven shoulder first into the other ring-post opposite!*
TH: And again Botchsuke eats the ringpost!
JK: I don't think Kingsley's done yet…
*Botchsuke gets dragged out of the corner again…and AGAIN is driven into another ring-post!*
TH: Good God! Botchsuke again driven into the ring post! His shoulder has to be in absolute agony!
JK: And I got an idea of what's coming next…
*Kingsley mockingly ponders what he's going to do next, before grabbing Botchsuke and driving him into the fourth and final ring-post!*
TH: Enough is enough! Botchsuke's shoulder could be dislocated!
JK: Remember what Kingsley said earlier, Gorilla. He feels he has to make an example out of Botchsuke tonight.
TH: I understand his need to make a statement but where's his humanity? He's in the ring with another human being.
JK: I think that's the problem. This Kingsley is a complete sociopath…not that that's a bad thing…
TH: What planet do you live on!? Of course it's a bad thing!
*TMK pulls Botchsuke out of the corner once again and hooks his left shoulder before suplexing him to the canvas.*
TH: A very unique move by Kingsley, further damaging the shoulder and arm of Botchsuke.
JK: I hear he calls that the Kingsley Plex.
TH: Where'd you get that information?
JK: I read it on the internet somewhere.
*Botchsuke is rolling on the floor, clutching his shoulder and crying out in pain. Kingsley looks down on him for a moment, before grabbing his arm and locking in the Endless Night. Botchsuke taps out almost instantly.*
Michael Muffer Here is your winner, as a result of a submission…Tobais Kingsley!
TH: Kingsley locking on the Jujigatame, an extremely painful submission hold, leaving Botchsuke no choice but to tap out! Any idea what he calls that one, Jesse?
JK: The Endless Night, if you must know!
*The referee attempts to get TMK to let go of the hold but he refuses, looking to inflict even more damage on the fallen Botchsuke. He begins to yell out...*
TH: Bah gawd! Let go of him! Kingsley's going to break his arm!
JK: No, Gorilla, he's going to DESTROY it!
TMK: I WARNED YOU! I WARNED YOU! I'LL TEAR YOUR ARM OFF! I'LL TEAR IT OFF!
TH: Listen to Kingsley yelling, he's lost it! He's trying to tear that arm right off!
JK: Now do you agree that Botchsuke should've just left the ring?
*Mercifully a host of other referees and security guards hit the ring and manage to pry TMK off his defeated opponent. With the numbers against him, Kingsley quickly exits the ring and begins backing up the ramp, cracking a smile.*
TMK: Long live the King!
TH: I hope you're proud of yourself, Kingsley!
JK: I think he is, Gorilla! He did exactly what he said and destroyed Botchsuke here tonight.
*EMTs rush out from the back, passing Kingsley on the ramp, causing him to pause and watch. Botchsuke is rolling around on the mat clutching his left arm/shoulder. Kingsley removes another cigarette from his jacket and lights it.*
JK: That's a scary man right there, ladies and gentleman.
TH: A truly evil human being and, I don't say this often, but I hope this young man gets whats coming to him!
JK: Keep quiet, Gorilla! If he decides to come over here, you're on your own!
*Kingsley continues to watch as the EMTs tend to Botchsuke, who is unable to move his left arm. The maniacal laughter begins as Kingsley continues to the back.*
TH: And now, while EMT's look after Botchsuke I am being told we have a very special message from none other than The Dream that was alluded to earlier tonight. Let's cue that up and see what he has in store for us here...
*AND NOW, A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM YOUR FRIEND AND MINE, THE DREAM!!*
Huzzah! Your old pal The Dream here, or as some certain cartel-I MEAN RESPECTABLE AND LEGITIMATE BUSINESSES call me, El Sueño!
Now, I've been asked to give this PSA because, well, as an american folk hero on par with Paul Bunyon or Johnny Appleseed, the head honchos figured I was the right man for the job! And after, um.... putting out a fire, which explains the smoke obviously, I immediately agreed! They even gave me $25 for it, so today's a good day!
Now, I was supposed to talk about.... bollocks, what was I supposed to talk about? Notecards, notecards.... um...
As I stall for time, let me remimd you that this PSA is sponsored by Subway! Because don't you want a footlong inside you?
Let's see..... AH! Here it is!
Today's PSA is on... innuendos. Apparently, words can have more than one meaning, which could make for some awkward moments. Why, I could walk up to a bird right now, calmly introduce myself and ask if they want to take a ride on the Dream Machine, and they'd be offended. Well, they would if I failed to mwntion that my ride is called the Dream Machine. But they could easily mistake it for casual, no strings attached, dirty, hanging by the chandelier se-
*THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM YOUR FRIEND AND MINE, THE DREAM, WHO WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU THAT HE ACCEPTS PAYMENT IN THE FORM OF CASH, CHECK, CERTAIN PLANTS, AND FULL FRONTAL NUDITY.
DICTATED, NOT READ.
- MANAGEMENT.*
OI! I wasn't finished!
*As the screen from the PSA fades out a shot of backstage comes into focus, Hardcore Hensley is walking down the hall when he feels a tap on his shoulder.*
HH: Huh?
*Camera pans out to reveal Mr. S face to face with Hensley.*
Mr.S: I'm here to give you a warning, and if I was you I would listen, it seems that some one doesn't like you.
HH: Lot of someones don't...
Mr.S: You see in case you haven't noticed I'm a gun for hire, you could say, and you see they came to me and said that they wanted you to "Learn a lesson".
HH: Ya, what lesson exactly might that be?
Mr.S: That your not the best, your just flat out bad, and that your going down. That is the lesson they said, so I suggest you prepare.
HH: Is that so, can't wait to have you learn me that one...see ya round...
*They walk off simultaneously.*
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