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Post by James Ranger on Feb 22, 2021 21:44:23 GMT -5
The WWX Logo spins slowly in place, with each passing spin of the logo, an individual wrestler moment shines on screens worldwide…
Tommy Lipton blood soaked holding the US Boxing Championship..
*static blurs the image, an evil laugh is barely audible in the background*
Lost Soul and Rick Dreamie staring down in the ring…
Ethan Taylor celebrating with the fans..
V/O: We...
James Ranger clutching the blood soaked Global.....
*static breaks up the image, almost blurring it..the audio of the laugh increasing a little*
Jake Devine executing a high flying crossbody tackle unto Willie Steen
Darkness standing on the ramp, clutching the WWX Championship wrapped around his waist…
V/O: Are….
Xavier Pendragon howling out towards the arena from the top turnbuckle…
*static*
V/O: The….
Rex McAllister, zoomed in upon as he walks down the ramp towards the ring during his entrance, all business...
Syndicate raising the WWX Undisputed Championship high in slow motion…
V/O: Xistence!
The WWX Logo corrupts into audible static on the screen instead of fading away.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 22, 2021 23:03:28 GMT -5
“Kingslayer” by Bring Me To Horizon and Baby Metal permeates the Xcess Center as the entrance ramp alights with a wave of sparks before fireworks radiate brightly in explosions all the way down to the ring, shooting back sharply to the ramp itself, as a wave of flame completes the process.
The camera pans around to a limited arena audience spread out amongst the Xcess Center.
Mike Hart: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday...Night...RAVA-
???: Brothers and sisters, praise be to the Wrestling God.
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Hart: Oh boy...
*We cut to the arena's jumbotron, where we see the image of none other than the Wrestling God himself, Syndicate, standing in front of his signature beaten-up lectern with a warm smile on his face. Dressed in a black robe and black denim jeans and holding Tommy Lipton's stolen World Heavyweight Championship belt over his left shoulder, the former Los Angeles Outlaw is flanked by his troubled wife, "The Oracle" Sophie Irvine, who has been spending the past number of months trying to find any possible way to break her husband from the change in personality that he's taken over the past year. For now, though, she stands stoically as the Wrestling God addresses the Colorado Springs audience.*
Syndicate: Tonight, you shall all play witness as yet another traitorous dissenter, the monstrous Guru Kawa, pays for his crimes against the holy church of the Wrestling God. Before that, however, I wish to address you, the fickle congregation, as we approach the fateful day of armageddon at Holiday Hell.
*Taking a moment to cackle as the WWX Universe displays their disapproval, he continues.*
Syndicate: You see, brothers and sisters, I have been a victim of prejudice and disrespect throughout my entire life. Every time someone comes face-to-face with me, they brush me aside, they grow confident, and they dismiss me as nothing more than a pretender. And do you know why that is, brothers and sisters? Why is it that someone with my accolades, with my level of pure domination over this industry, is never taken as seriously as my peers? Well, it's simple, really: whenever I share a ring with one of my enemies, they truly do believe that they are in control. They see me as weak-minded and overconfident, when in reality, it is they that fail to understand the situation they are in. But here's the thing...they're never in control. One by one, these good men walk to the ring, and one by one, they fall at the hands of the Wrestling God so that others may one day learn from their mistakes. And until the congregation finally recognizes me as their one true diety, the singular man that can bring all others to Valhalla once and for all...the beatings shall continue.
*Taking a step forward, Syndicate stares daggers into the camera.*
Syndicate: You are not in control, Tommy. I am. And hopefully, by the end of tonight...you will finally understand what I mean. Praise be... to the Wrestling God.
*With Syndicate smiling and his wife silently watching from his side, we cut back to the commentary table, where Mike Hart and Gary Lane don't seem to know how to react to the Wrestling God's sermon.*
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 22, 2021 23:09:58 GMT -5
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 22, 2021 23:11:04 GMT -5
Already Jake and Ashton are already in the ring. Jake already on the mat, locked into a headlock by Ashton.
Ref checks on Jake, but Jake refuses to give up as he struggles to get up, but Ashton brings back down to the mat with a backdrop slam.
He bridges with a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Jake kicks out as Ashton locks in the headlock again, increasing the pressure as Jake struggles to get off the mat.
Ashton attempts to roll Jake into position for another pin, but Jake rolls thru and gets to one knee, managing to get ahold of Ashton above his head.
Jake stuns Ashton with a jawbreaker, causing Ashton to flop backwards, giving Jake the breathing room he needs. He shifts into gear, getting into a running start, sprints past Ashton as he gets to his feet.
He rebounds from the ropes. Connects with a running bulldog, smashing Ashton's face into the mat.
He stands in front of Ashton, looking to connect with King's Style, but Ashton rolls almost instinctively away and out of the ring.
The bell rings just as Jake reaches for Ashton.
Kayla Bonn: The time limit has elapsed, resulting in a draw!
Hart: Yikes. Jake was looking into closing this with a win, but with a draw.
Lane: However, with this, neither really gain points needed to advance in the bracket. Better luck next time!
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 22, 2021 23:57:51 GMT -5
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James Ranger
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Restoring my first wrestling home.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 23, 2021 7:31:13 GMT -5
The camera fades up on a makeshift talk show, a old children’s desk is sitting in the middle with a name plate name out of paper is folded up with X on it and a lawn chair to the left of the desk and another lawn chair next to that with Teddy sitting in a high chair as the sounds of kazoos’ are being played to some horrid rendition of the Tonight shows theme as the camera pans to Teddy and zooms in as a giant card appears with poorly written words on it saying “Teddy Time with Xander Hayes” the card falls down and another card appears with a giant hole cut out of the middle with red arrows pointing to it and the words staring Teddy. It then falls as another one comes up with a drawing of a man with green hair what it says with X on it and it falls as another card appears with another drawing of another person, With Special Guest Krimson Blaze as it falls, and the music starts to fade out not due to being on the track but because the person playing it is now out of breath. Then the camera pans back and shifts to a curtain as it stops, and a scramble is heard with footsteps rushing as the curtains starts to shift and out walks X wearing a purple suit with a neon green tie and black trim as X waves and points to the camera. X then starts the wind up for a golf swing and falls flat on his ass as he quickly gets up and gets an embarrassed look on his face and laughs as he finally makes his way to the desk and sits down.
Welcome Ladies and germs to Teddy Time With me ha... no tonight we have a great shoe planed for you. We have the one the only Krimson Blade as our special guest. And I mean special if you can catch my drift heh.
X runs his hands through his hair as he smiles wickedly, He then turns to teddy and nods.
Quite right Teddy. Oh, I like that idea.
He nods as he reaches into the desk and pulls out a envelope and taps it on the desk and then reaches behind him and picks up a red and black fez and puts it on.
Fezzes are cool right?
X laughs at his joke and shakes his head as he then places the envelope to his forehead and closes his eyes as he starts to hum a bit as he drops the envelope back to the desk and taps it a few times.
So, in this envelope is the prediction for who is going to win… Um… The… Um… Teddy what is this thingy called again… Hmm... Right, right, your correct, thanks Teddy. What he said hehe..
He then tears into the side of the envelope and blows into it as he pulls out his paper and opens it up and laughs. He then turns to Teddy and smiles as he opens it.
Wow I cannot believe this... I am in shock like this is hilarious to read. I cannot do it; it is so shocking. No Teddy it is not me, I would never win a championship belt, that breaks tradition.
He then reads the paper again just to make sure and nods again.
It will be John Cena!!!!
X pulls out the kazoo and starts to play a horrid version of John Cena’s theme music. He then stops and breaths for a few moments as he places up his hand and waves a bit as he smiles.
Now with that being said, I would like to take a moment and thank everyone involved with the making of this shoe and show the love, for this will be a monthly shoe for everyone’s enjoyment hahahaha.
He then turns to the chair next to him and smiles.
Quite right Teddy I guess we should bring out our guest at this time. So, without further ado I would like to bring out.
He pauses for dramatic effect.
Krimson Blaze!!!!
X pulls out the kazoo again and starts playing the theme song and the camera pans to the right and centers on the curtain as nothing happens the camera pans back to X as he has a look of frustration,
Krimson Blaze!!!!
The camera pans back quickly as again nothing happens. X’s voice can be heard.
Um Krimson, come on out do not be shy…
He then stands up as we hear footsteps as he makes his way to the curtain and we hear muttering and shouting that’s one sided as X pops his head out from the curtain and mouths one moment and ducks back behind it and some fumbling is heard as the curtain starts to move and grunts are being heard as X finally emerges with a cardboard cut out of Krimson blaze and X laughing his ass off as he carries the cut out to the desk and sets it down as he walks to the lawn chair and picks it up and tosses it off stage and picks up the cut out and places it where the chair was as X smiles and waves as he returns to his desk and sits down.
Well, Krimson welcome to the shoe, I hope the travel arrangements were adequate for you.
X nods and smiles as he listens to Krimson talking but x can only hear it as he nods again.
Right, and the flight out?
He nods.
Good, I am glad... Yes Teddy.
'Taking You Down' by Egypt Central hits as it the camera pans showing Krimzon walking onto the makeshift set and staring at the cutboard copy of himself. He shakes his head as he grabs a chair, setting it up across from Xander, who only looks amused.
Why don't you ask the real Krimzon Blaze the questions....i am sure i can give you some real answers.
Xander smiles, almost childlike as he hops up and down, causing Krimzon to only get more wary of the man who is hosting a show with a teddy bear. Xander sits down again before pulling out a folded yellow paper. He unfolds it and clears his throat.
So...how's it feel to be named after a fire term?
Krimzon raises an eyebrow.
Well considering my real name begins with both a K and a B, I thought it'd benefit me more as a performer-
Why do you think you should win the championship ship cup....and yes i said ship.
I should win this tournament to not only solidify myself as the legend that I am, but to make it known that I haven't lost a step since my time away from WWX.
If wood chuck could chuck would you chuck chuck
And secondly... yes?
There's a moment of quiet tension between the two, before Xander chuckles, leaning back, then leaning forward, his curiosity only growing.
You think Teddy should win?
Krimzon seemingly stands up, out of reflex, only motivating Xander to grin even bigger at the obvious signs of discomfort.
Teddy? Am I on the right set here? I swear my agent is gonna be getting a talking too.
And lastly will you be my friend? I mean fiend I mean friend... or do i
Uh.. sure?
At that Krimzon backs out off the set, keeping an eye on Xander, who only grins bigger than a cheshire cat. He waves at Krimzon as he leaves.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 23, 2021 7:59:49 GMT -5
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James Ranger
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Restoring my first wrestling home.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 23, 2021 23:35:06 GMT -5
We return from commerical ppv hype, featuring the match between Xavier Pendragon and Bootleg Dragon.
Bootleg Dragon starts off the math going straight after Xavier Pendragon, with a flurry of punches, throwing Xavier into the corner. Dragon proceeds with a dropkick into the corner, downing Xavier, picking him up from the canvas and irish whiping him, connecting a tornado DDT as he comes back.
Hart: Wow! Bootleg Dragon isn't holding back here!
Bootleg Dragon picks up Xavier from the ground once more, posing before jumping to execute a strong finish, instantly covering Xavier for the pin.
ONE~!
TWO~!
THREE~!
The crowd erupts into a confused mix of boos and cheers, as Bootleg Dragon poses in celebration
Lane: What an absolutely dominating performance from Bootleg Dragon here! Xavier didn't see it coming!
Hart: Dragon is coming in strong into this tournament, we might have a dark horse here, Lane!
Lane:Decided a dominant performance was the way to go. Looking to see him skyrocket!
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James Ranger
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 24, 2021 12:40:30 GMT -5
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James Ranger
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Restoring my first wrestling home.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 24, 2021 21:48:55 GMT -5
We return from commercial, with Krimzon Blaze already in the ring, stretching against the corner turnbuckle as “In The End” by Linkin Park begins to play as the Tommy Lipton is seen, slightly worse for wear from the events of last show…
Bonn: Introducing...form Toronto, Ontario...weighing in at 255 pounds...He is the World Wrestling Xistence Champion….TOMMY LIP~TON!
Tommy approaches the ring, the tension is papalable as Krimzon crouches from the other end of the ring, almost ready track position as the duo lock eyes. Tommy pops the cap off the bottle while maintaining eye contact, chugging the bottle til the contents are gone and tossing it in a nearby trash can as he approaches the steel steps.
Lane: History favors the bold! Krimzon wishes to add his name to the list of potential challengers to the world championship even with the Cup proceeding as it is.
Hart: But can he do it? Possible, with Syndicate on the mind of the world champion heading into Holiday Hell and James Ranger granting the challenger’s wish to fight for it under Inferno Asylum rules….it only begs the question…
Tommy unclips The wwx championship from his waist that hands the belt to the referee all while maintaining eye contact with Crimson Blaze, who is pacing back and forth with his Corner maintaining eye contact, all the while a slight smile seems to arise from his face.
the referee checks both of them for any Foul Play or missing or suspicious items before he signals for the Bell to ring.
immediately Tommy and Krimzon meet in a center terrain and lock up clearly the weight difference in a slight power managed by the world champion force is Crimson to back up into the corner immediately locked up and other things he stands pins that's the referee checks over and begins to count.
1
2
3
Tommy let's go, backing up slowly, a small smile also shows on his face as his Challenger stares back brushing himself off.
The two wrestlers meet back up in the center of the ring, locking up once more. Tommy locking in crimson blaze in a headlock, however immediately shifts his weight lifting up tommy and dropping him back down on the backdrop, going for a cover.
But blaze instead chooses to flip tommy onto his back locking in a modified enough crippler crossface targeting his face as he wenches back. Tommy takes to the moments screaming in pain but pushing with all his might, he slides over from the center of the ring over to the ropes managing to lock in and grabs ahold of the bottom rope.
1
2
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Krimzon let's go rolling away from tommy that's clearly the pain is evident on his face from the pressure.
All the while, syndicate appears down the ramp holding the wwx world title
Syndicate: Please excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.
*As Blaze and Lipton stagger to their respective feet, Syndicate takes off his headset and walks over to the ring apron with the World title belt in hand.*
Lane: What the hell is Syndicate doing??
*Lipton, not seeing his enemy's approach due to his concern for the referee's health, pulls himself up by the ropes...only to be knocked the hell out by a well-timed shot with the World Championship by the Wrestling God!*
***CLANGGGGGG***
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Hart: WHAT THE HELL?!? Syndicate just hit Lipton with the title belt!!
Lane: And the referee didn't see a damn thing!
*On the other side of the ring, Krimzon Blaze doesn't seem to know what to make of Syndicate's interference, but not wanting to waste a golden opportunity, he bounds over to Lipton and pulls him up into the air, going for the Mighty Death Pop brainbuster!*
Hart: Blaze is going for broke!!!
*However, before he can bring Tommy Lipton down for the final blow, Syndicate slides into the ring and hits Blaze in the back of the head with the stolen World title belt, causing both him and Lipton to fall to the canvas in a heap!*
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Hart: ANOTHER SHOT WITH THE BELT BY SYNDICATE!!!!!
*As the Colorado Springs crowd rains hellfire unto him, Syndicate stands over both men with a sick smile plastered across his face. Raising the World title into the air for all to see, Syndicate turns to leave the scene of the crime when suddenly, he stops and turns back to Lipton with the look of an idea in his eyes.*
Lane: Oh, come on, Syndicate, you've done enough! Just get the hell out of here!
*The Wrestling God glances over to the referee, seeing that he's finally pulling himself up, and moves quickly. Grabbing Tommy Lipton by the hand...he pulls his enemy's body over Blaze, just as the ref rolls over to count!*
Hart: Syndicate just...SYNDICATE JUST PULLED LIPTON ONTO BLAZE!!!
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THREE
***DING DING DING***
Bonn: Here is your winner, Tommy Lipton!
Lane: What the hell just happened?!?!?!?
Hart: Syndicate just gave Lipton the win!!! The Wrestling God has given his mortal enemy the win here tonight!!! Hell has frozen over!
*As the crowd sits in stunned silence, Syndicate kneels down next to Lipton and holds the illegitimately-obtained World title in his enemy's face He speaks to him softly, barely perceptible the nearby cameras and the commentator's headsets.*
Syndicate (off-mic): I want you to remember this moment, Tommy. I want you to think about this often. Because tonight, you didn't win by your own merit. You didn't win because you out-wrestled Krimzon Blaze. You won because I let you.
*Taking a moment to cackle, Syndicate continues as Lipton looks up at him with a face of pure rage.*
Syndicate (off-mic): It's like I said earlier tonight, Tommy. I am always in control. And nothing that you or anyone else can do to change that.
*Pleased with his work, Syndicate - with the World Heavyweight Championship once again in tow - rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp as Lipton stands and watches, biding his time.*
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James Ranger
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Restoring my first wrestling home.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 24, 2021 23:45:51 GMT -5
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James Ranger
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Restoring my first wrestling home.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 25, 2021 22:00:02 GMT -5
Lane: Welcome back folks! Just reporting now that both Darkness and Jarvis Valentine were attacked separately and prior to their scheduled match that was set to happen right now! *Video feed showcases two separate time frames, where three individuals jumping an unaware Jarvis and Darkness in different locations of the arena. The staff and referees attempt to intervene too late, as the damage is clearly done to their wrestlers’ bodies. The trio laugh as they leave, barely allowing the cameras to catch their faces long enough. Hart: Was...was that Master Chaos?! Lane: If that was, there’s trouble brewing in WWX, and clearly it looks like they’re here to make a statement at the cost of two entrants of the Coliseum Cup. Hart: With one match, basically cancelled due to medical needing to take those two to the local hospital. We will move forward with the main event The lights go out and a single spotlight shines at the top of the ramp as 20 war drums start being beat. Bonn: Introducing from Suva, Fiji… They suddenly stop and the spotlight turns off then Cool Dude by Dale Oliver starts. Guru Kawa in full sumo position is now on stage as the lights come off. Bonn: Weighing in at an impressive 575 pounds…. He removes his shades and starts laughing a bit and dances a bit on his way to the ring. Once in the ring, he iis seen doing a quick little prayer to himself. Bonn: GURU….KA~WA! *The lights fade out in the arena as オープニング (Opening) by Shoji Meguro plays through the makeshift PA system. As the song's angelic chorus cries out, the following video appears on the video wall set up next to the entrance area: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycIypHIe42c * ***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*** *As "THE WRESTLING GOD" appears in massive white letters on the videoboard, a single spotlight shines down onto the Wrestling God himself, Syndicate, wearing a bloodstained black linen robe, black denim jeans, and black Nike sneakers. The robe's hood covers much of Syndicate's face, although his wicked smile and some of his shoulder-length blonde hair can still be seen. Over his left shoulder, Syndicate carries the World Heavyweight Championship belt, its golden plates glittering in the bright spotlights shining down from above. He extends his arms outward into a crucifix pose as his entrance song reaches a crescendo.* Bonn: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by "The Oracle", Sophie Irvine...hailing from the City of Angels, weighing 224 pounds, he is the Wrestling God.......SYYYYYNNNNNNNDICATEEEEEEEEE!!! *Syndicate drops his arms and looks behind him towards the entranceway, where The Oracle, Sophie Irvine, has emerged to support her husband. She's dressed in the same black robe as her husband along with a flowing white dress and circular round glasses perched upon her flawless face. The two share a kiss at the top of the entrance ramp before they make their way down to the ring, being given an absolutely scathing reception from the fans in Colorado Springs.* Hart: Syndicate has run roughshod over the WWX since Hall of Pain and is somehow STILL in possession of Tommy Lipton's World title. I don't get how James Ranger can allow this behavior to continue! Lane: Look, Ranger said last week that he knows "who to hitch his wagons to." He clearly sees Syndicate as a better long-term investment than Lipton at this point in his career! Hart: Well, regardless, Syndicate will face off with Lipton for that championship inside the insidious Inferno Asylum at Holiday Hell!
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 25, 2021 22:01:00 GMT -5
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James Ranger
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Restoring my first wrestling home.
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Post by James Ranger on Feb 25, 2021 22:14:48 GMT -5
Hart: Welcome back to the match, as we're joined by Tommy Lipton, who was granted allowance to be at ringside for Syndicate's match.
Tommy looks disgusted at the words, but smiles and waves to the fans in attendance.
Lane: Look let's support Tommy here! James Ranger made it clear he was not to touch his #1 Contender at all at ringside. If he touched him, he would forfeit the championship.
*Guru Kawa whips the Wrestling God into the corner and hits a massive clothesline, sending Syndicate crumpling to the ground!*
***CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!***
Hart: Kawa's feeling it here! He knows the upset win is close!!
*As Tommy Lipton looks on, Kawa picks the unmoving body of Syndicate up and whips him into the ropes...*
Hart: GRAND SUMO SLAM!!
*...but before he can hit his finishing spinebuster, Syndicate grabs onto the head of Kawa and locks in The Vault, squeezing his bicep across his opponent's neck!*
Lane: THE VAULT! THE VAULT IS LOCKED IN!!!
Hart: Syndicate's been using his signature chokehold to great effect recently - will it pay off here?!?!
*After a moment of staggering around the ring, the massive Guru Kawa falls to his knees, desperately reaching towards the ropes! Meanwhile, Syndicate is looking over at Lipton and cackling, speaking just loud enough for the cameras to pick it up.*
Syndicate (off-mic): Don't you see, Tommy? I...am...in...
*He wrenches his arm even tighter, causing Kawa to start to lose consciousness!*
Syndicate (off-mic): ...CONTROL.
Lane: Kawa's gotta tap out here! He's got no other choice!
*Sure enough, after one last lunge towards the bottom rope, Guru Kawa taps out!*
***DING DING DING***
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Bonn: Here is your winner, by submission...SYYYYNNNNNNDICATEEEE!!
Almost immediately, Tommy leaps from the announcer’s table, having endured during the match itself, he slides into the ring as Syndicate realizes too late, as Tommy pounces onto him, laying haymaker after haymaker into Syndicate.
Staff come running down the ramp as Syndicate manages to push Tommy off, forgetting the world title in the process. Tommy chases as Syndicate baseball slides out of the ring, narrowly avoiding Tommy’s grip as he grabs nothing where Syndicate’s hair was. He stares daggers into SYndicate as he watches the challenger, back up away from the ring.
Tommy looks back at the WWX Championship lying in the ring, picking it up as he holds it dearly, then glaring at Syndicate, he raises it up high, daring him to come back into the ring and taking it.
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