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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:50:59 GMT -5
 The long road is over. Anarchy 35 has hit the air, and we now know who will be competing in the Main Event of Masquerade for the vacant World Heavyweight Championship. So why on Earth are you here reading this, instead of checking out what went down in Beijing, China? Somebody should have seen this coming, but nobody did. Safe to say the bookmakers had it wrong, and so did the entire wrestling world. Two of the biggest names in RSW now face unclear paths to the Pay Per View, and we are almost certain to have a brand new name engraved on the World Heavyweight Championship....or are we? Waste no more time, check the event out right now! |
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:51:33 GMT -5
The lights in the arena dim and the song “You’re the Best” from the Karate Kid movie begins playing as highlights from the World Championship tournament so far begin to play on the RioTron. We see signs being held around the arena as fans try to get the work they did seen on the big screen.
“Why fire the Last Hooligan?”
“Jakie Wentzel over Rob Riot!”
“Who is Dave?”
“I love the XHF Network!”
“Jakie versus D. Tonight, baby!”
“Nocturnal still has wishes left”
After a brief firework display, we go down to the commentary desk where sit Joseph Greer and Tommy Onions.
TOMMY ONIONS: Tonight’s the night! Tonight we find out who's going to be in the RSW World Heavyweight Championship tournament final at Masquerade tonight! The long wait is finally going to be over!
JOSEPH GREER: Who do you think will wind up in the semifinals tonight? Group A has Jakie Wentzel facing Rob Riot...
TOMMY ONIONS: Are you kidding me? Jakie has the kind of power needed, but he isn’t going to get by the man who has his bloody name on the marquee! Rob Riot all the way.
JOSEPH GREER: My gut says Rob Riot as well, but I wouldn't be shocked if Jakie manages to pull off the upset.
TOMMY ONIONS: Group B will be D taking on Nocturnal. I can’t seem to decide which way to go on this one. Both guys can take a punch like no one’s business. I would think to maybe put D on top. He knows how to take the bad guys down.
JOSEPH GREER: I think that Nocturnal is a bad guy that would be very hard to put down. Group C is Garmr facing Billy Fowler facing Dylan Erickson.
TOMMY ONIONS: There’s no question here. After Garmr finished off the Hooligans and the match between Dylan and Billy went sideways, I’m going to say this match will be all Garmr. Shouldn’t this match be between Dylan and Billy again? Draws net one point each. Right?
JOSEPH GREER: I think the match was thrown out with no points awarded. Otherwise, yeah. Garmr would have been edged out by the points. The final block has a tie going on between Isaiah Zepp and Eddie Havok.
TOMMY ONIONS: Does it matter? It doesn’t matter which one that wins this group. Garmr will steamroll whomever comes out of this group with one hand tied behind his back. So in the end it will be Garmr against Rob Riot.
JOSEPH GREER: Whatever happens, this will be the most exciting night of the entire tournament besides the final match! Let’s get this show on the road with the first match of the evening!
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:51:52 GMT -5
BOB MOONEY: This next match is the opening match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing from Porn Valley, California. He stands 69 inches tall and 11 and 5/16th inches long. He is the "Long Dick Daddy of Long Beach."The Poon Purveyor of Palo Alto." The "Meat Mallet of Mendocino." The "Manliest Man to ever Man." Ladies and Gentleman... DAAAVVVEEE!!!
"Now You're A Man" by DVDA hits the PA system as bright pink and purple lasers flash and stream through rising fog clouds.
Dave walks out wearing a robe that is made from brightly colored sequined feathers with fur trim along the edges. A smug look graces his face as he slowly steps down the ramp to the ring. He stops once or twice to sneer at a fan. He climbs the steps to the ring and steps between the ropes before holding his arms out wide and doing a slow walk around the ring before going to his corner.
TOMMY ONIONS: And now we have a real man here in the company! Next to Frank of course.
JOSEPH GREER: He looks like a stiff breeze might knock him over. I heard that the shift manager at some eatery knocked him out.
TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, but it was a cheap shot. Dave just laid down for him to let him think he was strong.
BOB MOONEY: And his opponent...Camdyn Cross!
“Uncle Fucker” from the South Park Movie begins playing as Camdyn Cross walks out from the back.
TOMMY ONIONS: Cross looks PISSED.
JOSEPH GREER: You think that he might be angry at the sad choice of music?
TOMMY ONIONS: Did he not pick his own music and instead allow me to do it for him? No one cares that he’s pissed like a dime store whore in a golden shower.
JOSEPH GREER: What?
TOMMY ONIONS: You see. A golden shower is when-
JOSEPH GREER: STAHP!
Camdyn Cross makes it down to the ring and gets into Dave’s face, looking to take his anger out on someone. As the bell rings to start the match, Dave slaps Cross across the face!
Dave goes for another slap, turning his head away, and raining slaps against Cross’ face and blocking arms in a bit of a rapid fire pansy slapping.
TOMMY ONIONS: I was unaware that Dave is a teenaged girl.
JOSEPH GREER: You’ve been hit harder by teenaged girls before. In fact-
TOMMY ONIONS: Let’s not talk about that on the air. Shall we? I mean that Dave is a man’s man and should be noted that he must have a plan for his current girly actions.
Dave turns his back to the cringing Cross, grabs him, and hits a snapmare that he turns into a reverse chinlock.
Cross rolls out of it, but Dave gets him right into a side headlock. Before Cross can react, Dave runs with him into the corner, and hits a tornado bulldog!
TOMMY ONIONS: Dave with the Porn Valley Plunge! You think he’s setting this up for a drink already?
JOSEPH GREER: Drink?
Camdyn Cross is laying flat on his back. Dave straddles over the man, making the motion of a teapot.
TOMMY ONIONS: There’s the pot. All he needs is the-
Dave drops to his knees, his balls covering Cross’ mouth before placing hands on the man’s shoulders for the pinfall.
TOMMY ONIONS: Teabag…
JOSEPH GREER: Oh dear god!
The ref gets into position to count the pinfall.
One
Two
Three!
BOB MOONEY: The winner of the match via pinfall...Dave!
JOSEPH GREER: That was disgusting!
TOMMY ONIONS: It’s the only way to really win, but that’s not all, folks. We have a little vignette to go with his victory!
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:52:34 GMT -5
JOSEPH GREER: (looks at Tommy sideways) What the hell are you talking about? Tommy gives Joseph an exasperated look. TOMMY ONIONS: I'm talking about the manliest man to ever man! The Vagina King of Ventura County! I'm talking about none other than that incredible young man we just watched! Let's! Meet! DAAAVVVEEE!!! JOSEPH GREER: I'd rather not but let's get this over with... We see a beautiful sunset off the California coastline. A breeze rustles through the fronds of palm trees. The light from the sun shimmers against the surf. NARRATOR: Breathtaking. Magnificent. God's greatest gift to us all. An abrupt cut to inside shows a woman receiving double anal on a bed. As her ass is spread open by two gargantuan dongs we hear a voice cut through her screams from out of the scene.  DAVE: Take those dicks! Fuck yeah! NARRATOR: And then there's this fucking guy. DAVE: I heard that! NARRATOR: Meet Dave. Resident photographer for Max Fister's Cumalot Pictures. MAX FISTER: Cut! Cut! CUT! Jesus ass-fucking Christ, Dave! How many fucking times do I gotta fucking tell you to keep your fucking mouth closed! DAVE: Sorry, Mr. Fister. Seriously. I just get so excited I can't contain myself! A montage of various over the hill porn starlets are shown with big dicks in their mouths or have their faces drenched in man sauce. The click of a camera taking rapid photos can be heard. DAVE: I don't wanna sound like a queer or nothin, but I'm almost jealous of these guys! As various porn clips quickly flash by we can hear Dave's voice and camera constantly running. NARRATOR: Yeah. He's a putz. Delusional. Completely oblivious. In short... D A V E burns across the last image in bright pink with a purple outline of a woman deep throating a giant porno cock. DAVE: Fuck yeah! Swallow that cock! We cut back to ringside. Tommy Onions is grinning from ear to ear while Joseph Greer just buries his face in his hands. JOSEPH GREER: God help us all. TOMMY ONIONS: I think that was the greatest thing I've ever seen! This kid is gonna be bigger than those old whores' fake titties! JOSEPH GREER: You have no shame. TOMMY ONIONS: You're goddamn right I don't! JOSEPH GREER: Lets just... fuck it. Let's just get to the next match. Things can only go up from here. TOMMY ONIONS: Guess what else has also gone up! JOSEPH GREER: If you say -- TOMMY ONIONS: (interrupting) My dick, bitch! HA! Joseph leans forward towards the desk and begins to beat his head against it. JOSEPH GREER: Week after week. Month after month. Why do I continuously subject myself to you? TOMMY ONIONS: Two ex-wives. Alimony. Child support. Face it, dickhead. You're stuck with me! JOSEPH GREER: For Pete's sake... TOMMY ONIONS: He's not called Pete, he's called Dave. JOSEPH GREER: Is he though? Is he not secretly called Pete? TOMMY ONIONS: I have no idea what you're talking about. |
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:53:30 GMT -5
The bickering amongst the announcers ceases, as we go back to the ring for our next contest.
BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger to my left...Kevin Rouser!
Kevin Rouser raises a hand to the cheering fans with a bit of a smirk.
TOMMY ONIONS: Have I said that Rouser is somehow demented?
JOSEPH GREER: Loudly and often.
BOB MOONEY: And to my right...Danny Parsons!
Danny Parsons motions to the crowd, but they remain silent.
TOMMY ONIONS: After Danny got the quick win last week, you would think that the fans would be more supportive.
JOSEPH GREER: Not really. They may be upset with him for ending the match quickly at the last Anarchy.
As the bell rings to start the match, Danny locks up with Kevin, and takes him down with an inside cradle!
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Two
Thr- KevIn Rouser kicks out!
TOMMY ONIONS: He didn’t really think that was going to work two matches in a row?
JOSEPH GREER: He seems shocked so I would say yes.
Both Parsons and Rouser stand up at roughly same time, but Parsons is sent back down to the mat with a fierce clothesline.
Parsons seems to bounce off of the mat and back to his feet from all the time that he remained there. Rouser grabs him by the arm and shoulder to whip him into the ropes. On the rebound, Parsons is sent to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Rouser shoves Parsons’ face to the side with an elbow as he goes for the pinfall!
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Tw-Parsons kicks out!
Parsons quickly sits up, but has hands brought down in a chopping motion onto his shoulders on both sides of his head. This is followed by a knee to the jaw that sends Parsons flat onto his back again with a spray of spittle. Rouser hooks a leg, going for the pinfall once again!
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Th-Parsons kicks out!
TOMMY ONIONS: I think that the weird one is trying to teach Parsons a lesson. Did we cover if he was related to Chris or not?
JOSEPH GREER: I’m pretty sure that we covered that little tidbit and he is not.
Rouser stands up and starts to pull Parsons up, when Parsons grabs him, and delivers a jawbreaker! Parsons jumps to his feet as Rouser hits the mat.
Parsons runs to the ropes, grabbing the top rope, leaping over, and using the rope to slingshot himself into the air and back into the ring to impact his chest against Rouser’s! He quickly goes for the pinfall!
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Two
Thre-Rouser kicks out!
Parsons kneels up and begins screaming as Rouser locks in a groin claw!
TOMMY ONIONS: Kevin Rouser locks in the Pat Patterson Deathlock!
JOSEPH GREER: Why is it called that?
TOMMY ONIONS: Come on Greer, you've seen Legends House...
The ref runs over to start yelling at Rouser to let go of Parsons. Danny’s screams of pain go high pitched as Rouser squeezes at his nuts.
Rouser releases Parsons and rolls away while cackling with laughter. Parsons rushes across the ring with a face red with anger. He hits a headbutt and goes for a school boy roll up!
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Th-Rouser kicks out, locking in the omoplata cross face!
TOMMY ONIONS: Rouser with the Yorkshire Terrier!
JOSEPH GREER: And just like that it’s all over. Rouser angered Parsons and made him make a mistake!
Parsons signals to the ref that he does indeed submit.
DING DING DING!
BOB MOONEY: The winner of this match...Kevin Rouser!
A jubilant Rouser makes his way to the back, as Parsons lays in the ring and slaps the mat in anger at his defeat.
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:53:53 GMT -5
JOSEPH GREER: Here we go Tommy with our first of four Block finales as the huge RSW World Heavyweight Championship Tournament begins to wrap up here in Beijing!
TOMMY ONIONS: Finally! I mean...what an eventful road this block portion of the tournament has been! We've seen ups and downs, surprise wins, heartbreaking draws and even Garmr losing a match...there are six matches left and all of them are tonight!
JOSEPH GREER: Couldn't have said it better myself Tommy. After tonight we'll know who the two finalists will be as they face off before they meet at this year's Masquerade Pay Per View!
"Psychosocial " By Slipknot suddenly hits and the lights begin to flash violently to the beat. The ramp starts to flood with smoke as red lasers begin to strobe around the arena.
BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is final match of Block D....introducing first; from Harlow, Essex, England...weighing in at two hundred and twenty four pounds...he is the self proclaimed 'Future of RSW'...Havok!!!
Eddie Havok emerges from the back, an apparent chip on his shoulder. Pacing the stage, the fans shower him with a mix of cheers and boos.
JOSEPH GREER: There's Havok...as he makes his way to the ring, he has to be at least somewhat proud of his journey thus far. Havok is potentially three wins away from his first RSW World Heavyweight Championship.
TOMMY ONIONS: That sounds great and all, but aren't all nine of the guys in the block finals three wins away from being Champion?
Walking the entrance ramp, he comes to the end he looks around before he begins circle the ring.
JOSEPH GREER: What I mean is, we've seen Havok evolve and change with RSW. From his start as Eddie Williams to teaming with his brother as one half of the Essex Boys to his darker persona now as part of the Family with Nocturnal. Havok has come a long way.
TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah big deal Greer. We'll see where his real loyalties lay if he and Nocturnal make it through and have to face each other. If Havok lays down for Noc, we'll know he 'gets it'...if not Havok could be just another victim of the family's sadistic bastard of a leader.
He slowly climbs up the steel steps before stepping through the ropes. Shawna checks Havok for any possible foreign weapons before letting him go about his routine.
JOSEPH GREER: Shawna making sure the playing field stays level.
TOMMY ONIONS: I'd level her playing field Greer...
JOSEPH GREER: What? What does that even mean Tommy? Are you even trying anymore?
TOMMY ONIONS: Of course I'm trying! Trying to level her playing field! Boom! Got it twice!
Havok marches across the ring to the farthest turnbuckle and climbs up posturing for the crowd, he raises both arms above his head.
JOSEPH GREER: Anyway...Havok looks ready to go as he awaits another RSW chameleon...Isaiah Zepp.
As his music dies down as Eddie ditches his leather jacket and jumps down onto the apron and waits in the corner, pacing back and forth ready for the attack.
TOMMY ONIONS: Are you talking about changing colours because he's black?
JOSEPH GREER: What?! No! Of course not!
A short guitar screech leads to the thrashing of At The Drive-In's "Governed By Contagions" as the arena goes dark.
BOB MOONEY: And his opponent; hailing from San Diego, California...weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds...he is 'The All Seeing'...Isaiah Zepp!!
A blinding white light shines chaotically around the arena as Isaiah Zepp steps foot onto the entrance stage.
A scattering of fans in the crowd shine their cellphone lights back to him as he walks down the aisle.
Isaiah climbs into the ring and removes his black hooded sweatshirt before throwing a fist in the air.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
JOSEPH GREER: With the bell, we're underway...it's the beginning of the end of the RSW World Heavyweight Championship Tournament!
TOMMY ONIONS: Testify! We're finally here Greer. It's been going on so long that even you might have gotten laid since this started!
JOSEPH GREER: I'm not even going to answer that!
Havok and Zepp meet at center ring and begin circling. Each looking hesitant to be the first to engage, both realizing the opportunity they have, neither wanting to waste it.
TOMMY ONIONS: That's a no, got it!
JOSEPH GREER: Both men cautious, collar and elbow tie up. Now as Havok puts his weight into this, you can see where this favours the slightly larger Zepp.
After a few moments of struggling back and forth, Greer's words are proven true as Zepp forces Havok back into the corner.
On the break, Zepp sends an echo throughout the arena with a thunderous knife edge chop take saps the air from Havok!
CROWD: Woooooooo!
JOSEPH GREER: Did you hear that Tommy?! What a knife edge chop from Zepp!
TOMMY ONIONS: Sure did! Haven't heard something like that since I slapped your ex wife's ass!
Before Greer can respond, Zepp pulls Havok from the corner twisting on an arm wrench as he does.
JOSEPH GREER: Zepp looking to maintain control with a arm wrench, smart move here by I-Zepp!
Twisting and ducking, Zepp floors Havok by turning into a crescent kick before going for a cover.
1...
.......Havok kicks out just before Shawna slaps the mat for a two count!
Following up immediately, Zepp wrenches the right arm of Havok again before dropping a leg across the outstretched and vulnerable arm.
JOSEPH GREER: Not quite a two count, but Zepp isn't letting up, he's continuing to work that right arm of Havok. Perhaps looking to set up a submission here Tommy!
TOMMY ONIONS: Bah! Actual wrestling is over rated...let's see these guys fight!
Pulling Havok to his feet, a kick to the stomach and a snapping left hand lead to Zepp Irish whipping Havok to the far corner.
JOSEPH GREER: Isaiah Zepp is not giving Havok any time to recover! Irish whip and Zepp is right behind him! Big clothesline in the corner!
Zepp climbs the second rope and begins raining punches down upon the head of Havok.
CROWD: One! Two! Three!
TOMMY ONIONS: Now we're talking!
JOSEPH GREER: Zepp is on fire! Unloading on a dazed Havok!
CROWD: Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!
JOSEPH GREER: Zepp's being admonished by Shawna, he doesn't want to lose control and get disqualified here Tommy!
Looking back to Shawna defiantly, Zepp lands one more shot before grabbing Havok by the head.
CROWD: TEN!
JOSEPH GREER: Zepp having a little fun with senior referee Shawna Savante! What's he looking for here?
Leaping outward, Zepp looks to cap off his bludgeoning of Havok with a facecrusher!
JOSEPH GREER: Zepp leaps out from the corner...no! Thrown off by Havok! He's got to clear the cobwebs quick Tommy!
Rushing out from the corner, Havok drives his left knee into the side of Isaiah's head; crumpling him face first to the mat.
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit!
JOSEPH GREER: Excellent call as always Tommy, but both men are down. Zepp might be out, but Havok hasn't been able to make the cover!
Getting to a knee, Havok leans back against the second rope taking a deep breath. Realizing Zepp hasn't moved, he rolls him over and hooks the leg.
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...................….........Zepp kicks out moments before Shawna can register the three count.
JOSEPH GREER: Oh! Zepp out at the last second! Havok could put this one away with something big here Tommy!
TOMMY ONIONS: You shit on my calls Greer? Every match is one big move away from being over jackass!
Taking a moment to finally regain his bearings, Havok measures Zepp waiting for him to use the second rope to pull himself up.
JOSEPH GREER: Havok now with a head of steam...Tiger feint kick!
Connecting clean, Zepp is sent down to the canvas once again and Havok draws a cheer from the crowd.
TOMMY ONIONS: Tiger faint what now? Wrong Greer, even I know that's a Six One Nine....
Measuring Zepp once again, Havok can't help himself and starts motioning for the crowd to stand up and cheer.
JOSEPH GREER: Not even going there Tommy, but Havok's got Zepp right where he wants him right now. He should get his focus off the crowd and trying to impress everyone and get to focusing on his opponent.
Zepp regains his senses, staggering to his feet, his legs are like over cooked spaghetti. Havok leaps to the top springboarding himself through the air...
JOSEPH GREER: Havok going high risk!
TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck yes!
Flying through the air with a forearm smash, Havok took just a moment too long.
Displaying impressive athleticism in his own right, Isaiah lands a vertical jump roundhouse kick that levels Havok!
JOSEPH GREER: Tao of Now! What a counter! Isaiah Zepp just turned out Havok's lights out of nowhere!
TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit Greer! Did you see that! Truck monkeys can we get a replay of that?!
JOSEPH GREER: I don't think they like being called that...besides Zepp has dragged himself back up. He's got a crazy look in his eyes...
Finding his way to the corner, Zepp looks from Havok to the corner and back again drawing a huge pop from the crowd.
TOMMY ONIONS: I didn't think high flying was I-Zepp's thing?
JOSEPH GREER: With a few exceptions, it's not. That just goes to show how far each of these men are willing to go in this hard hitting matchup!
Isaiah climbs to the top rope, measuring one last time before leaping into the air and rolling forward into...
JOSEPH GREER: Harlem Hangover! He nailed it! Isaiah Zepp with the cover!
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DING! DING!! DING!!!
JOSEPH GREER: What a match! Each man countering their opponent and each man laying it all out there!
TOMMY ONIONS: And Zepp still has another match tonight! Though, I'd rather that than having to go back and tell Nocturnal I couldn't get the job done!
Shawna raises Zepps hand as At The Drive-In's "Governed By Contagions" plays once again and the fans show their respect for a hard fought win.
JOSEPH GREER: Absolutely Tommy, Zepp has moved on but faces no picnic as he'll face the winner of Block C. Former RSW Legacy Champion Billy Fowler, former RSW Anarchy Champion Dylan Erickson...or the monster; Garmr!
Zepp backs himself into the corner defensively, in case the family decides to get involved while Bob Mooney makes it official.
BOB MOONEY: Ladies and gentlemen...your winner and advancing from Block D....Isaiah Zepp!
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:54:49 GMT -5
JOSEPH GREER: Ladies and gentlemen, we now have--- TOMMY ONIONS: Wait, wait---don't you mean (adopts a bad facsimile of an Asian face) Uh-wadies and uh-yenta-men! Greer reels on him, even rolling his chair away from the man a couple of feet. JOSEPH GREER: You racist piece of filth. TOMMY ONIONS: What?? Look, it's not my fault they booked us in Red China. JOSEPH GREER: This isn't “Red China.” China's more capitalist than America, now. The days of Mao Zedong are long over with. TOMMY ONIONS: Please, Greer, we've talked about this. Don't yap about your dong on the air. Greer lightly slams a fist of frustration on the announce table. JOSEPH GREER: Onions...stop. Now. While you're still able to sit up and take nourishment. TOMMY ONIONS: Oh, for fuck's sake. Look, I kid, I kid. I'm actually a big fan of these people, okay? After all, they make the best video games on the planet. JOSEPH GREER (shaking his head): That's...Japan. You imbecile. TOMMY ONIONS: Now who's holding these Chinamen back? Look, Shanghai, Viet Cong, King Kong, Japan, Taiwan, whatever province these goo--- JOSEPH GREER: Ladies and gentlemen---especially those in the audience who speak English---PLEASE ignore the last few comments uttered by my colleague. In fact, ignore all of his comments in the future, while you're at it. Now. We have a guest this evening, actually a brand new signee to the Riot Star Wrestling roster. We're not sure who he is, but, well, he's here. Music begins JOSEPH GREER: And we are hearing what sounds like...the 1812 Overture by Piotr Tchaikovsky...the final sequence, I believe. TOMMY ONIONS: Yes, Greer, we know, we know. You're more “cultured” (makes quote marks in the air) than the rest of us rabble. As the music plays, building in volume, a man clad in simple robes of tan and white makes his way confidently down the rampway, the man's long attire brushing the floor as it whisks behind him with each step.  JOSEPH GREER: Well, the newcomer is dressed in a robe and a pair of clogs. TOMMY ONIONS: Now, there's a man who knows a thing or two about comfort. JOSEPH GREER: Long beard...He looks like a Jedi. TOMMY ONIONS: And why not? If people can call that skinny little Daisy Ridley chick a Jedi with a straight face, why not fuckin' anyone? JOSEPH GREER: That's enough, Onions. TOMMY ONIONS: What, are you one of those SJW's? Is this Social Justice Wrestling? The man enters the ring, and runs a hand along the top rope after climbing in, seeming to test its texture. Then he paces about for a few moments as the music peters out, finally accepting a microphone from a local teenager fortunate enough to be given a job by the federation to hand superstars microphones this evening. After the final droning of the musical piece subsides, the newcomer speaks. SOOTHSAYER (smiling): How y'all doing? (He looks around at the half-confused-appearing Chinese audience) Show of hands. How many people here speak the Queen's English? About a third of the crowd raise their hands. SOOTHSAYER: How many speak American English? Roughly the same people keep their hands up, with a few more joining them. SOOTHSAYER: You people even care about wrestling in this country? I mean, who's booking this shit? The crowd looks on, a few random boos now emanating from various pockets of it. SOOTHSAYER: Well, anyway. So you thought you might like to go to the show. To feel the warm thrill of confusion. You know, that space cadet glow. Crowd stares. He starts to pace, looking down at the mat and sighing through his nose. SOOTHSAYER: Meanwhile, many of your young and old people alike are casting themselves from the top balconies of the Walmart factories in which they toil for endless hours each day in indentured servitude. But yet here you all are, sitting here staring at a white American soldier of the world, waiting for the next two mounds of beefcake to smack the tar out of one another. That about sum it up? Well, never mind all that. The ol' Tiananmen Square days are well over with, it seems. So on to more relevant matters. He strokes his beard as he paces. SOOTHSAYER: Don't think I introduced myself... JOSEPH GREER: Um, no, you didn't. TOMMY ONIONS: A man of mystery. I like that. JOSEPH GREER: Everything's a mystery to you. SOOTHSAYER: I...am Hansel. And Gretel. I am Clark W. Griswold, Shirley Temple, Ludwig Von Beethoven and Yogi Berra. I'm Bob down at the local watering hole who tends bar---When I'm not watering down your drink I'm gawking at your wife's ass when the two of you leave. I'm Winnie the Pooh and Teddy Ruxpin's love child. I am a soothsayer, a journeyman, a fellow cosmonaut along with all of you on this endlessly spinning orb we...call...Earth. He pauses, looking around and smiling, then resumes his thoughtful pacing. SOOTHSAYER: Mostly, however, in this setting, this gladiatorial misadventure of society you refer to as professional wrestling...(his face turns serious, dark---venomous) I am a viper. A manta ray. An electric eel. I am the glowing yellow eyes you swore you saw outside your bedroom window just as the wind made the tree creak a little too loudly. I am the apex predator. The haunter of hopes. Fear. He holds, then straightens up, and smiles a little again. SOOTHSAYER: You see, I've taken some time to study these fine folks that comprise the roster of this particular sect of the sport you fine folks came to watch tonight. Read their dossiers by the light of a studious candle. Ah, yes. Yes, yes, yes---I have breathed in the acrid odor of their ambitions (He takes in a huge breath, then releases it) and let me tell you, Peking---it reeks of shit. Allow me a question: How sad is this lot, anyway? From the looks of things, it seems they are nearly at the end of a long, arduous tournament. When I arrived in this company, I perused the cast of characters searching for one vital piece of information: Who...is...the King. Who lords over the rest? Surely, there must be one of these brutish individuals who has elevated himself above the others through skill, brute force, cunning or a combination of the three---but whom? (He points toward the back, and raises his voice) I'm talking about the Champion, folks! Who the fuck is the Champion of this flea-bitten federation? He stops, and his voice softens again. SOOTHSAYER: And you know what I found? Nobody. Nobody is the Champion. (He seems to direct his attention in an aside kind of way toward a few people in the front row) That's not a weird English name, I mean literally nobody is the Champion. So I asked myself, why? I couldn't say what happened to the last Champion, I'm presuming they had one. Maybe he died; maybe he dropped everything and became a stand-up comic, I don't know, but the point is that it seems that nobody has been able to wrest that crown from the grubby paws of this company's ownership---whomever they may be. And for a loooong while, looking back at the last several recorded events...the so-called wrestlers of RSW have been slapping each other around, vying for the chance to be the new God Among Men. For many months, now, by the looks of it. What we have here, people of the Far East, are a pack of scurrying rats. Squeaky, noisy rats. They're all charging the big piece of cheese, yes they are. Keep bangin' into one another in the process. Keep climbing up on each others' backs, just to slip off again. Back into the pack. (He points heavenward, casting his eyes to follow, and smiles) SOOTHSAYER: And do you know why? Why not one has ascended? Why that cheese sits up there on the top shelf, getting moldy, while all the vermin scurry far below, drooling a drool that never catches the sweet flavor of achievement? Do you? Because there's no...king...rat. He shrugs. SOOTHSAYER: But maybe now...there is. (He reels around swiftly, and points a stiff finger at no one in particular) Lemme tell ya, I am here to bring a message and I am here to bring the planting of a seed---oh yes! The seed of reality folks a lotta these assholes gonna talk all 'bout reality checks and such and so forth but Imma here to tell ya they aren't talkin' 'bout the kinda reality that I am talkin' about and so help me boy they are ALL a-gonna see it. They are ALL a-gonna feel it. They are ALL gonna shake rattle AND roll when the new day of knowledge and understanding dawns so help me Michael fuckin' Jackson and DO YOU KNOW WHAT??? …... SOOTHSAYER: Everyone. Is going. To be freed of their ignorance. (He smiles, as the camera zooms in to focus on his perspiring face) SOOTHSAYER: I am, unlike many others in this game, not so overtly bold as to proclaim myself as the new era. I am, quite simply, its herald. Enjoy your evening. (wink) TOMMY ONIONS: Greer. GREER! Wake the hell up! Greer jerks awake JOSEPH GREER: Wha? Huh? (He rubs one eye) Sorry. I must've drifted off while he was prattling on about rats... TOMMY ONIONS: Speaking of rats, we got a few minutes before the next match. I'll go grab us some Chinamen food. If I recall correctly, you said you like to eat Pu Pu. (Heh-heh) JOSEPH GREER: I don't think that Soothsayer guy is right in the head, Onions. In fact, I'd go so far as to say...he needs a Doctor. TOMMY ONIONS:....is this a reference I'm not getting again? JOSEPH GREER: Could be, could be. I'm sure you'll get it....at the Eleventh Hour. TOMMY ONIONS: Nobody cares about your sci fi references, Greer. Let's move on. |
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:57:40 GMT -5
BOB MOONEY: This next match is a tournament match and is the final match for Group C. This will be an elimination match with the last man standing moving on. Featuring first...Garmr!  The Resurrection theme from Hellraiser begins playing as Garmr slowly walks out from the back to stand at the entrance stage. He glares at the booing fans for a moment before making his way down to the ring. A ballsy fan part way down throws a beer at Garmr. The man stops and glares at the fan, unable to easily reach him. The murderous glint in his one eye is hard to ignore. The fan in question goes pale with fright, trying to make himself look small as he goes deathly quiet. TOMMY ONIONS: That’s one fan that won’t be doing stupid shit like that anymore. JOSEPH GREER: It’s good that Garmr can’t reach the man or he would have been squished. TOMMY ONIONS: Fancake! BOB MOONEY: Featuring next...Billy Fowler! “London Calling” begins playing as Billy Fowler walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans. He waves to the fans before making his way down to the ring.  TOMMY ONIONS: I’ve heard that Fowler had been busying himself while keeping away from hunters sent out by Garmr and searching for where Rob Riot has been hiding all of this time. JOSEPH GREER: Hunters from Garmr? Seems a bit far fetched. TOMMY ONIONS: You scoff now, but has anyone heard from Nob since he was fired? JOSEPH GREER: I have actually. He’s back in England with Oscar. BOB MOONEY: And the final participant in this match...Dylan Erickson! The RioTron has the name “Dylan Erickson” come flashing on in big letters, but otherwise no music plays as the man walks out from the back to a mixed reaction. He keeps his eyes focused on his opponents as he walks down to the ring at a measured, even pace.  JOSEPH GREER: Dylan is no stranger to being in the ring with both of these men. He’s been defeated by them both. He looks- TOMMY ONIONS: Fat! Hell, he looks like he’s drunk half the supply of booze on the Oceanic! I heard that he might be selling the rest of the cache so he can keep his ugly mitts off of it. JOSEPH GREER: That doesn’t sound right. He likely would rather have a clean start. The bell rings to start the match. Billy and Dylan look to one another and look to Garmr. They both nod and begin attacking Garmr with lefts and rights in unison. Garmr begins blocking, but finds that he cannot block everything at once and begins getting pushed back to the corner. Then it happens. Garmr palm strikes Billy right in the left fist to jam his arm all the way up to the shoulder and knocking him down to the mat. Garmr grabs Dylan by the shoulder and hits a tremendous headbutt that drops Dylan to his knees. He then plants a boot to Dylan’s chest and shoves him rolling backwards across the ring. JOSEPH GREER: Jeeze! The power that Garmr has! TOMMY ONIONS: I heard that he could bench press your mom, he’s so strong. JOSEPH GREER: Why would- TOMMY ONIONS: Cause yo mom so fat, she weigh like a buick! Garmr turns and catches Fowler with a right hand that he follows through with an elbow strike that sends Fowler over the top rope to the concrete floor! Garmr flexes his muscles for the booing crowd and roars his domination. That is until Dylan crosses the ring and strikes Garmr with several kidney punches, followed by a back suplex with a bridge! One Two Th-Garmr kicks out! Fowler rolls back into the ring, grabbing Garmr as he starts to rise, and hitting a bulldog! He keeps the side headlock cinched in as Dylan grabs at his feet to lift him up to apply more leverage to the side headlock. That is until Garmr manages to get ahold of Fowler and shoves him into the corner, chest first! He gets a foot free and manages to kick Dylan in the side of the head to send him from the ring! JOSEPH GREER: This has turned out to be a handicap match that Garmr is still on the offensive! TOMMY ONIONS: Crazy! Garmr stands up, seizing Fowler by the face, and slamming a knee into his gut. He hefts Fowler up and slams him down, turning, and catching Dylan in the side of the head with an elbow as he gets back into the ring. Garmr turns to Fowler, greeting the man as he stands with a back hand smash and raising him up into a gorilla press. Garmr is taken down with a spear from Dylan that takes all three of them down into a pile! TOMMY ONIONS: Three giant pile up in the ring! Dylan rolls off of the pile, landing outside of the ring. Garmr hooks a leg on Fowler for the pinfall. One Two The-Fowler kicks out! Garmr stands up, pulls Fowler to his feet, plants a hand to his face, raises him up like a choke slam, and plants him on the mat! He goes for the cover once again! TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t think that Fowler can get out of this one! JOSEPH GREER: Come on Dylan! One Two Dylan slides into the ring to break the count, but… Three! TOMMY ONIONS: Just a moment too late! JOSEPH GREER: He tried, but failed. Garmr and Dylan stand up in the middle of the ring as Fowler rolls out of the ring. GARMR: One down and one to go. DYLAN ERICKSON: Speak for yourself. Garmr brings both fists down against Dylan’s shoulders, driving him down to his knees. Garmr raises his fists again, but Dylan slams his shoulder into Garmr’s gut, and stands up with Garmr in the air. Dylan turns and brings Garmr down in a thunderous boom from the ring as he hits a spinebuster! TOMMY ONIONS: Good gawd! Garmr nearly went through the mat there! JOSEPH GREER: Dylan certainly hit the mark with that one! Dylan jumps to his feet and bounces off of the ropes as Garmr makes his way to his feet. On the rebound, Dylan jumps, and- JOSEPH GREER: Axe kick! Garmr goes down! TOMMY ONIONS: This is shocking! I mean Dylan is like totally fat! Dylan goes for the cover! One Two Thr-Garmr kicks out! Garmr rolls out of the ring, but Dylan follows him out of the ring. Dylan’s feet hit the floor and is pancaked by a steel chair! JOSEPH GREER: The heck? Why did he resort to the steel chair? TOMMY ONIONS: Because he feels like it? You wanna ask him maybe? JOSEPH GREER: Shouldn’t this match be over right about now? Where’s the referee? The referee is in the ring, debating with himself whether or not to end the match. Garmr rolls back into the ring and stands up in front of the him. JOSEPH GREER: Is the ref counting Dylan Erickson out instead of disqualifiying Garmr? TOMMY ONIONS: Sure looks like it. One Two Three Four Dylan Erickson stands up next to the broken chair that was used on him, his face is a mask of blood. Five Six DYLAN ERICKSON: This is how you had to win. Cheating. You coward. Seven Eight Garmr plants his hand on the referee’s face and lifts him high into the air! JOSEPH GREER: What the heck? TOMMY ONIONS: No one calls Garmr a coward! Dylan steps into the ring as the referee hits the mat! Garmr turns around to be grabbed up into a belly to belly suplex that sees Garmr hot shotted across the top rope! Garmr starts to rise quickly, but catches a superkick to the jaw that sends him right back to the mat. Dylan measures his next blow, punt kicking the side of Garmr’s head as it rises off of the mat! TOMMY ONIONS: Christ! That would be a field goal if Garmr’s head was a football! JOSEPH GREER: And now Garmr has begun to bleed. Garmr gets up to his hands and knees, swaying for a moment as blood drips to the mat from his face like rain. Dylan waits for him to almost stand before aiming for another axe kick! This time, Garmr traps the leg on his shoulder with one arm, and punches with his free hand to strike Dylan right in the family jewels. He releases the leg, allowing Dylan to fall to the mat. Garmr wipes at his face to clear it of blood, noticing that his eye patch is missing. He looks around the ring, fans shrieking in disgust at seeing the empty eye socket and scar tissue that the once covered eye is. Dylan stands up, the shrieking fans turning to cheering fans. Garmr turns around to catch a knee to the gut, a low blow knee, and then once to the jaw. This combination of blows does not bring the giant down. The axe kick to the back of the head does though. Another kick rolls Garmr over so that Dylan can go for the pinfall as the ref starts to stir. The ref doesn’t count the pinfall tough, he signals for the bell to be rung. DING DING DING! TOMMY ONIONS: What’s going on? JOSEPH GREER: Did Dylan just win? Garmr kicks out of the pinfall, rolling away from Dylan to his feet. Dylan stands up, glaring at Garmr. BOB MOONEY: Winner of this match via disqualification...Dylan Erickson! Dylan raises his hands in the air in victory with a smile as he keeps his eyes on Garmr. TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit! Garmr has been stopped in the tournament! Dylan Erickson will be moving on to the semifinal match! JOSEPH GREER: I can’t help but to wonder if this could have been a clean victory. I’m sure this match was really over the minute that Garmr put his hand on the ref, but he couldn’t signal for the bell while he was knocked out! Dylan Erickson makes his way to the back as Garmr glares at the referee, who flees the ring to leave Garmr alone in a bloody ring. JOSEPH GREER: We’re going to take a break and have the ring cleared. TOMMY ONIONS: Hopefully, Garmr won’t crush the cleaners. JOSEPH GREER: Dylan Erickson is through, and Garmr goes out. This is a real shocker. Tommy, where does Garmr go from here? TOMMY ONIONS: Any direction other than coming my way is fine by me! |
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 14:58:11 GMT -5
RSW comes back from commercial. The worst of the blood has been mopped up in the ring, and Garmr has apparently left peacefully.
TOMMY ONIONS: Nocturnal is the favourite to win this whole tournament but he has to get past D first.
JOSEPH GREER: D is no slouch. He can do this.
TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t think so.
BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is part of Block B!!! Introducing first, the two times RSW World Heavyweight Champion, a RSW Hall of Famer, it is Nocturnal!!
The lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and Jo Beth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.
CRAIG T. NELSON: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?
JO BETH WILLIAMS: Baby, are you ok?
The girl slowly turns her head back to them.
HEATHER O'ROURKE (CAROL ANNE): They're here...
Deep shadow covers the screen.
Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "Your Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.
It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:
"Run whilst you still can."
Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.
On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. A figure can be seen on the other side of the flames; he is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up.
He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is.
TOMMY ONIONS: He looks ready.
Nocturnal walks to the ring and ignores the fans on either side of the ramp that outstretch their hands. He walks alone; the other members of the Family are not with him, although fans look up at the top of the entrance ramp expecting them to appear at any moment. As he places his foot on the ring apron he immediately follows up by thrusting his opposite leg through the ropes, as he lunges into the ring. As he's half-way into the ring D bursts from under the ring and hits him from behind with a steel chair knocking Nocturnal down to a knee outside the ring. D runs at him and goes to hit him with the chair once again but Nocturnal punches the chair back into D’s face. D goes down and Nocturnal rolls him into ring.
JOSEPH GREER: Here we go.
TOMMY ONIONS: This match hasn't even started officially yet?
Nocturnal whips D into the opposite turnbuckle and runs at him. D fights back with a kick to the face and a Bulldog. He covers Nocturnal.
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…….kick out! He then rolls out of the ring. He retrieves a steel chair and turns back towards the ring but receives an unexpected Baseball Slide. The sharp assault causes the chair to be propelled into D's face. Nocturnal then rolls out of the ring and fires some more right hands. Nocturnal lifts up the steel chair and raises it into the air. D looks up from the ringside mat and spots the steel chair. He saves himself with a low blow to Nocturnal. D fires some punches at Nocturnal and then whips the Sadistic Bastard into the ringside steps. D forces his knee into Nocturnal continually before rolling him back into the ring. He takes hold of the steel chair and follows his opponent. As Nocturnal reaches to the ropes for support D brings the chair down hard across the back of Nocturnal. D then goes for the cover.
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TOMMY ONIONS: D just cracked that steel against the spine of Nocturnal.
JOSEPH GREER: Someone from backstage has just informed me that this match is now No DQ, it's perfectly legal now.
D lifts up Nocturnal and fires some right hands before going for the Irish Whip. Nocturnal counters and catches D with a Power Slam and goes for the pin.
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……….Kick out. Some elbow drops to D wear him down. Nocturnal then awaits D to get to his feet as he signals for the Meltdown. He launches himself but D kicks him between the legs. Nocturnal drops to the ground and D applies him with a Figure-4 Leg Lock. Nocturnal writhes in pain but the fans motivate him to reverse the hold and torture D. Nocturnal cannot prevent him eventually reaching the bottom rope but afterwards he kicks his opponent mercilessly. He then lifts up the steel chair and turns to face the fallen D; D slowly arises as Nocturnal stalks him from behind. D turns around as Nocturnal runs at him. He fights back with a Drop Kick and forces the chair into the face of Nocturnal. D then removes the safety padding from a turnbuckle. D kicks his opponent when he is down before pulling him towards the turnbuckle. Nocturnal elbows D and unleashes some more right hands. D retakes control of the match with a Flapjack that sends the head of Nocturnal into the exposed metal clamp.
TOMMY ONIONS: Nocturnal just got his head dropped onto that unforgiving metal!
JOSEPH GREER: Look at that, he's bleeding!
Nocturnal looks up at D and it becomes clear that his face is masked in blood. D claws at the wound and then knocks down his opponent with a hard right hand. D then rests Nocturnal against the ropes. He runs at the Sadistic Bastard but Nocturnal drops to the ground and pulls on the ropes. D tumbles out of the ring and lands on the mat at ringside. Nocturnal heads to the top rope as D gets to his feet. He dives towards D and takes him down with a Flying Clothesline.
JOSEPH GREER: Doesn't Nocturnal have any compassion towards his fellow man? He dives off of the top rope to ringside and mows down D. He shows no mercy.
Nocturnal lifts up D and drops him onto the guard-rail. He then clears the commentary table and takes hold of D. D elbows Nocturnal and beats his head off of the table. He then dismantles the ringside steps. With the top part he strikes his opponent in the kidney area. He slides the base part of the steps into the ring. D approaches Nocturnal but is subjected to a Scoop Slam. Nocturnal rolls D into the ring and heads to the top rope. D clocks him with his fist and nails a Super-plex. Both men lie prone on the ground when Havok struts through the curtain.
TOMMY ONIONS: This war is about to get uglier because Havok is watching on from the stage.
D covers Nocturnal in hope of putting an end to the carnage.
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……Somehow there is a kick out from Nocturnal. D struggles to his feet and looks towards the base of the steps. He grabs the bloodied Nocturnal and hits him with a Face Buster onto the steel. Havok shakes his head as D hooks the leg.
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……………….Still Nocturnal hangs in there. Havok slowly makes his way towards the ring and D lifts up Nocturnal.
TOMMY ONIONS: Can you hear D yelling? He must be frustrated.
JOSEPH GREER: I can hear him. He's saying "I'll break your neck" again and again.
D sets up for a Pile driver as Havok reaches ringside. He attempts to finish the match but Nocturnal counters with a Back Body Drop that sends D back over the top rope to ringside yet again. Havok walks towards D but he intercepts him with a Drop Kick. He stomps on him repeatedly before he is tackled to the ground. Havok mounts D and beats on him without mercy. Nocturnal holds the announcer's table for support as Havok drags D around the ring.
JOSEPH GREER: Oh my God! Havok is going to put D through the table!
D counters with a Back Body Drop and Havok crashes through the table the concrete below. Nocturnal stumbles in disbelief before crawling into the ring. D crawls after him. Both men enter the ring and pull themselves up. Nocturnal charges towards D but he is intercepted with a cold, calculated take down and locked in another figure four leg lock. Nocturnal saves what is left of his broken body by turn himself over so D has to break the move and rolls out of the ring.
JOSEPH GREER: Havok looks dead.
Nocturnal follows him and grabs hold of D and tries to throw him over the guardrail into the crowd, only half working as D is left half over the rail he grabs hold of a computer keyboard held by a fan, holds it up and then brings it down across D's back.
TOMMY ONIONS: Damn!!!!!!
JOSEPH GREER: Someone's dad’s computer doesn't work now his keyboard has been smashed? Who brings a keyboard to a wrestling show anyway!?
The referee is stood alongside Nocturnal trying to get him to get into the ring. Nocturnal drags D up by the tights and then pulls him around slams him into the announcers table. He then grabs Joseph's bottle of water and takes a quick drink, and empties some over his head and then squirts some in D's eyes before he slams his head into what is left of the table again and he falls to the floor. Nocturnal throws back the ring apron and pulls out another chair. D is slowly getting to his feet, Nocturnal drives the chair into his gut and then slams it over the back of D's neck.
TOMMY ONIONS: Come on referee get them in the ring.
JOSEPH GREER: You got a tissue? I want to wipe the lid of my water.
Nocturnal pulls D up and lifts him up and then delivers a Fall-away Slam sending him rolling across the floor. He picks D up and hooks him up and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep into the ruined announce table. Blood starts to run from D's mouth as his mouth has hit the table. Nocturnal pulls D up again and lifts him up onto his shoulder and then drops him face first onto the table. Nocturnal then looks out in to the crowd, and grabs a golf club off of the nearest one. He then holds it up to a great cheer from the crowd. D is standing up, although he has stars in his eyes and blood running down his chin. Nocturnal cracks the club over his head and he just falls backwards as if in slow motion to the floor.
JOSEPH GREER: FORE!!!!!!
TOMMY ONIONS: .....five?
JOSEPH GREER: Golf reference, Onions. Whoever wins this match has one more contest before the night is out - how in the world will either man be fit enough?
TOMMY ONIONS: Drugs. Lots and lots of lovely painkilling drugs.
Nocturnal pulls D back to his feet and navigates him back around the ring to the ramp way. He leads him up it. D slightly comes to his senses and grabs hold of Nocturnal in a side headlock and jumps, Nocturnal’s head hits the steel ramp way from the Bulldog. Nocturnal's nose starts to bleed even more.
JOSEPH GREER: Wooow!!!!!! Nocturnal’s face is literally dripping blood.
D picks him up angrily, but Nocturnal manages to get in a head butt to the gut. He takes a moment to recover and then kicks D in the face. He then grabs him and starts to drag him by his head, but D stumbles and gets a Low Blow in on Nocturnal which makes him drop to his knees. D slowly pulls himself to his feet. He seems to be aware of what's happening, but not all there. He staggers towards the Guard rail and reaches into the crowd pulling back a cooking tray. Nocturnal is getting to his feet, still holding himself. D swings wildly at him and catches him full in the face with the cooking tray. D then drops on Nocturnal and pounds him with right hands to the face. D takes a moment to regain some more of his senses, and then grabs the cooking tray again and places it over Nocturnal's throat and then he sits down on him, leaning on the tray, choking Nocturnal.
TOMMY ONIONS: Owww!!!!!! That has got to hurt?
JOSEPH GREER: You good with a cooking tray?
TOMMY ONIONS: Shut up!!!!
Eventually D let’s go and goes back to punching Nocturnal in the jaw. He then pulls him up to his feet and hits a chop to his chest. D then whips Nocturnal off the ramp and into the guard rail. D follows in and clotheslines Nocturnal over the railings and takes himself over as well. D pulls himself up on the floor. The crowd encircle them, screaming and shouting trying to get on television. D pulls Nocturnal up and then delivers a Pile driver onto the concrete floor. D then struggles as he tries to lift Nocturnal up to his feet and then just about gets him over the guard rail. D leaves the semi-conscious Nocturnal and goes to the ring. He reaches under and drags out a table, which brings a great boo from the crowd. He drags it up the ramp way and sets the table up under the big screen.
TOMMY ONIONS: This is going to get messy?
He then goes to Nocturnal and pulls him up to his feet and drags him over to the table. He kicks him in the gut and then picks him up for a power bomb. He goes for it, but Nocturnal drops out of it and hits a couple of right hands. He then lifts D up for a Brain buster through the table, but D drops off and lands on the table. D then hooks Nocturnal's head from behind and then delivers a Reverse DDT through the table. He pulls himself to his feet and looks around. He spots the scaffolding on the side of the big screen and a smile crosses his lips.
JOSEPH GREER: No?
He begins to climb up the side of the Screen trying to get some height advantage over Nocturnal. He climbs quite fast but Nocturnal is slowly getting to his feet and is looking around for his opponent. Spotting him he starts to climb up after him. D notices him climbing up and stops. He tries to hit Nocturnal in the head with his left leg. His foot finds Nocturnal’s shoulder. But D overbalances. He falls, crashing between the scaffolding poles. His head strikes a horizontal support. His arms and legs flail as he falls 20 feet as he breaks his fall. He hits the smashed table with a thump, knocking the wind from his body.
TOMMY ONIONS: Damn, that is extreme!!!!!!!
Nocturnal looks down at his opponent; He shrugs his shoulders and launches himself off the big screen head first with a diving head butt. Landing square on D, but rolling too far as his head hits the ramp way knocking himself out.
TOMMY ONIONS: These guys are crazy.
The referee shrugs as he sees Nocturnal’s arm covering D.
…………….1
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……………….Kick Out!!
JOSEPH GREER: OH MY GOD!
Caleb Koresh and the rest of the Family stride through the curtain and looks at the fans with looks of disdain in their eyes. Caleb looks down at the bloody bodies of D and Nocturnal and a sly smile crosses his reptilian face. He looks at Nocturnal who is trying to get up to his feet. He helps D to his feet. Lifting him up, he locks in a Death Valley Driver and slams him into the steel ramp way. Smiling he looks around and finds something in the rubble of the table. He picks up a shard of the table and stalks D. Jabbing the shard into the forehead of D he laughs. The shard cuts the skin. Blood drips down D’s face into his eyes.
JOSEPH GREER: Get them out of here.
Caleb helps D down to the ring as Nocturnal strides arrogantly down to the ring. Havok is slowly getting up at ringside.
TOMMY ONIONS: Havok’s waking up. Has D got any friends?
Nocturnal motions for the Family to leave as he can do this on his own. Nocturnal picks up D and Irish Whips him and runs to the opposite corner. Havok has his back to the ring and puts out an arm trying to trip up D but unknown to him he actually trips Nocturnal up. Pointing at his head Havok slowly turns around and looks really shocked when he sees Nocturnal down in the ring.
TOMMY ONIONS: Did he do that on purpose?
JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think so.
D rebounds and drops a leg across the back of Nocturnal’s neck. He picks Nocturnal back up and uses the ropes bulldogs face first into the mat. He rolls Nocturnal up.
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…………………3!
DING DING DING!
'D' WINS!
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh my God! D has done it! He has beaten Nocturnal!
JOSEPH GREER: More like he’s survived Nocturnal!
'D' rolls out of the ring and staggers away, eager to make it to the back before the Family reappear to do more damage. He waves a hand in victory at the cheering fans before he gets out of Dodge.
JOSEPH GREER: He’s still got one more match tonight so he’s got to get back stage to get ready.Havok just cost Nocturnal this match....surely there's going to be Hell to pay for that!?
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 15:01:02 GMT -5
RSW returns from commercial.
JOSEPH GREER: Well this place is still in shock. Nocturnal is a former multi time RSW World Heavyweight Champion. You have to believe he planned on going all the way.
TOMMY ONIONS: Excellent input, Greer. I’m pretty sure everyone who entered the tournament intended on winning.
JOSEPH GREER: That may be so, but Nocturnal was considered one of the favourites. ‘D’ has worn World Championships in the past, but not for a long time, and never in RSW. Is he on the verge of a career high? This next match will go a long way to determining that….because he needs an opponent for the next round, and he’s about to get one. Oh boy, is he about to get one.
Bob Mooney stands in the ring, ready to do the introductions.
BOB MOONEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the tournament action continues, and this next match is scheduled for one fall….
CROWD: ONE FALL!
BOB MOONEY…..yes, thanks, that’s what I said. Introducing first, from Intercourse, Pennsylvania, He is the Rumspringa Rumbler…..Jakie Wentzel!
The arena goes dark as the RioTron cuts to static.The video monitor displays Intercourse, PA in shambles as “The Crowing” by Coheed and Cambria blares from the PA system. Burnt out buildings. Screams to God for mercy. Fields of slaughtered Amish citizens with blood soaked quilts on them. Vicious clowns sit on porches with smoking pipes in their mouths.
Intermittent through the imagery are video clips of Jakie in a black v-neck t-shirt and torn designer blue jeans. The video ends with Jakie putting on a pair of brass knuckles as the video package ends with Jakie stepping through the curtain.
The Rumspringa Rumbler has the traces of a smile about his face, as he makes his way down to the ring, but he looks completely focused.
TOMMY ONIONS: Imagine being from a place called “Intercourse”, Greer. You’d never leave, would you?
JOSEPH GREER: Why do I feel like this is the setup for one of your bad taste jokes?
TOMMY ONIONS: It’s no joke. You’d have “intercourse” on all of your letters. You could invite girls back to intercourse. You could tell people “I was born in intercourse!” It’s the best pick up line in the world.
JOSEPH GREER: Why don’t you move there, then?
TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe I will.
JOSEPH GREER: And maybe settle down? Give up the whole pro wrestling commentary thing?
TOMMY ONIONS: You should be so lucky.
BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…fighting out of Manchester, England. He is the founder of Riot Star Wrestling, and wishes to be known as the Last Bastard…..Rob Riot!
”I Feel You” by Depeche Mode hammers out through the soundsystem, and the crowd pops for the legendary Englishman, as red lasers swarm across the stage, waiting to pick out the veteran.
Riot steps through the curtains, in his customary black silk ring trousers and red sleeves His head is shaved to the bone, and his beard looks ragged, with tired eyes completing the look of someone who’s been through Hell. He stands on the rampway, adjusting his red gloves, before setting off towards the fight.
JOSEPH GREER: Aside from the promo he cut last week, this is our first look at Rob Riot since AnarChristmas. Those who know him say he’s been living off the grid, and not returning phone calls. He’s been almost silent.
TOMMY ONIONS: We haven’t seen or heard much from Billy Fowler or Frank Windsor either. Maybe Riot killed them both for losing the tag titles?
JOSEPH GREER: I believe Rob has too much respect for his friends to do that, but he didn’t seem to deal with that loss. All is not well in the world of the Bastards…or with Rob Riot personally. And you have to think that he’s come here tonight to take that frustration out on Jakie Wentzel. This, by the way folks, is a first. Never before have Rob Riot and Jakie Wentzel gone one on one.
The referee has a few words with both men, as they stand face to face in the centre of te ring, and the bell rings to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Riot and Jakie circle each other, both seemingly waiting for the other to start the action. Riot beckons Jakie on, standing his ground, and the two eventually meet in a collar and elbow tie up. Riot seems to have the advantage, but Jakie wraps a foot behind Rob’s standing leg and shoves him over backwards. Riot hits the mat, and looks up at Jakie, nodding approvingly. Wentzel beckons him to get back up.
They lock up again, and Riot snatches a side headlock. Wentzel pushes him off to the ropes, and bends down, anticipating a backdrop, but Riot snaps his head back with a quick kick, and slams a spinning backfist into his face, sending Jakie sprawling. Now Riot beckons his opponent back up, as Jakie checks his mouth for blood and glares up ruefully at the Riot Star.
JOSEPH GREER: Experience is everything in this match. Jakie has youth on his side, less mileage on his body, and he’s lighter an faster. Riot is a ring veteran, with all the tricks that go with it, and we saw that there in that exchange.
TOMMY ONIONS: Are you calling Rob Riot old?
JOSEPH GREER: No, I’m calling him seasoned. Like a steak.
TOMMY ONIONS: He’s not a piece of meat, Greer, he’s a man. Stop objectifying him.
Jakie moves to stand up, but suddenly charges forward instead, grabbing Riot with a double leg takedown, keeping hold of the leg, and dropping three elbows onto it, keeping Rob on the mat. Riot attempts to kick him away, but Jakie plants a knee onto Rob’s stomach and smothers him with punches, with Riot guarding his face as best he can, until the referee forces a break.
Rob attempts to stand, but Jakie catches him with a running knee strike to the side of the head, and goes for the quick cover.
One!
Two!
Riot kicks out!
Riot rolls away to the corner, and Jakie signals that he was “this close” to the win. Riot glares at him as he pulls himself back up, using the ropes.
JOSEPH GREER: There’s that speed advantage I talked about. Jakie’s going to need to press that if he’s going to prevail here. Riot almost got caught sleeping.
TOMMY ONIONS: I’m not sure speed is going to be Jakie’s strong point. I hear he’s got a woman in his life again. They don’t appreciate you finishing things too fast. That’s a fact your ex wife can confirm.
JOSEPH GREER: Shut up Tommy. But yes, I’ve heard the same rumours regarding Mary, and if they’re true, then I’m sure I speak for all of us on congratulating the happy couple.
TOMMY ONIONS: Nah. Relationships are just a distraction. You need your mind on the ring. Look how focused Riot is, and he’s the loneliest bastard in the world.
JOSEPH GREER: And he’s one of the most angry, dysfunctional, troubled souls I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’d swap with him.
TOMMY ONIONS: Sure you wouldn’t. His life, with millions in the bank, free to do what he wants, or your life on your own in your condo, shoving cheetos down your fat face every night. Difficult choice…
Jakie looks to rush the corner, but Riot gets a boot up, forcing Wentzel to turn his back and stagger away. Rob follows up with a teardrop suplex, and makes a cover of his own.
One!
Two!
Wentzel kicks out!
Riot copies Jakie’s ‘this close’ hand gesture, but an angry Wentzel slaps his hand away and drills him with a headbutt. Riot staggers away to the ropes, and Jakie follows in with a cactus clothesline, sending them both sprawling over the top rope to the outside.
Riot is up first, but is unsteady on his feet, and staggers away towards the ringsteps. Jakie looks to spear him into them, but Rob dodges out of the way at the last second, and Wentzel makes a meaty collision with the steps, the impact of flesh on steel ringing out across the arena.
Riot grabs Jakie’s hair, pulls him up, and slams him headfirst into the guardrail, before turning him around and sending him to the ground with a one-two-uppercut punch combination, as the referee angrily protests for them to get back into the ring.
Riot turns to answer back to the referee, but as he spins again to face Jakie, Wentzel is back up, and charges Rob spine-first into the side of the ring, knocking the wind out of the Englishman. Wentzel hefts him up and rolls him back under the ropes, dropping a knee to the back of Riot’s head, and an elbow to the small of the back, before rolling him over for a cover.
One!
Riot kicks out!
JOSEPH GREER: The action broke down for a second there, and well done to our official for keeping control of this matchup!
TOMMY ONIONS: They were going to tear each other apart out here, did you see how hard Jakie hit the stairs? And then that idiot makes them get back in the ring? Come on, give the fans what they want to see!
JOSEPH GREER: I think what Jakie Wentzel wants is a brawl, and Riot’s trying to give him one. How wise that is I’m not sure…that’s more Jakie’s playbook than Rob’s.
TOMMY ONIONS: “Jakie’s trying to give him one”…ha, ha.
JOSEPH GREER: Oh, grow up.
Jakie whips Riot to the ropes, perhaps looking for the CowTipper, but Riot leaps up and catches him with a flying clothesline, soaring above Jakie’s outstretched leg. Wentzel scrambles back to his feet, but Riot runs the ropes the other way and comes back with a spinning heel kick, catching Wentzel full in the face and sending him crashing down.
Measuring his opponent, Riot scales to the second turnbuckle and comes down with a fistdrop square on Jakie’s forehead, and grabs a cover.
One!
Wentzel kicks out!
Sensing blood, Riot grabs Jakie by the arm and hauls him onto his shoulders…!
JOSEPH GREER: Riot Rack! He’s looking for the Riot Rack!
TOMMY ONIONS: Keep ‘em peeled, ‘D’, here comes your opponent!
Riot goes to execute the move, but Jakie shifts his weight, coming around Rob’s side and turning the move into a tornado DDT! Riot’s head gets planted. Jakie makes the cover.
One!
Two!
Riot kicks out!
JOSEPH GREER: What a counter from Jakie Wentzel! He nearly had him!
TOMMY ONIONS: I’m pretty sure Rob was in complete control of that.
JOSEPH GREER: Complete control? He went for his finish, got countered, and almost got beat!
TOMMY ONIONS: Tactics, Greer. Tactics.
JOSEPH GREER: You’re an idiot.
Jakie is frustrated with the near fall, and slams his hands into the mat, before grabbing Riot by the back of the neck, plucking him up, and drilling him back down into the mat with a running powerslam. Riot looks dazed and confused, and Jakie hauls him up again, looking for a gorilla press….
JOSEPH GREER: I think we’re about to see a farmyard fling!
TOMMY ONIONS: Isn’t that how babies get born with six fingers?
JOSEPH GREER: No, it’s one of Jakie’s specialities, and I don’t know if Riot’s recovered enough to stop him!
Jakie presses Riot up….but Riot snares his arms, and drags him backwards and over into a crucifix pin!
One!
Two!
Jakie kicks out!
The crowd ‘oooooh’s at that one, and both men roll onto their back, as fatigue starts to play its part.
JOSEPH GREER: The experience of Rob Riot speaks for itself! He knew where he was, and he knew what he could do to get out of it…but Jakie powered free! Riot’s technical expertise may not be enough here! What else do these two have in the bag?
TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe stop trying to get clever pins on each other and go for the knockout. You know, win the match properly.
JOSEPH GREER: This isn’t boxing, Onions, it’s wrestling, and it’s an art form. Riot and Wentzel are like oil and water, but they’re still painting something special on that canvas.
TOMMY ONIONS: Remind me never to ask you to paint me a picture.
Riot grabs Jakie’s arm, and yanks him up from the canvas, drilling Wentzel with a short arm clothesline that almost sends the big man through 180 degrees, but Riot keeps hold of the arm, stopping him from hitting the mat, and snaps him back with a Russian Legsweep. The back of Jakie’s head hits hard on the canvas.
Riot stands, walking around to Jakie’s feet, and draws a thumb across his throat.
JOSEPH GREER: Here it comes, ladies and gentlemen! The Locking Clamp!
TOMMY ONIONS: Were you too cheap to pay the parking on your car again?
JOSEPH GREER: No, it’s…
TOMMY ONIONS: I know what it is, Greer, I was making a gag. That’s what I’m paid for. Snap his leg, Riot! Let’s see some violence!
Riot snares Jakie’s ankle, and looks to drop down into his patented Achilles Tendon Lock, but Jakie plants his free boot square into Rob’s chest, propelling him away with force. Riot spins and staggers, colliding face first with the turnbuckles. Stunned, he reels away backwards, as Jakie makes it to his feet and grabs Riot into a full nelson.
He yanks Riot up, and smashes him down viciously face first!
JOSEPH GREER: SACRED SHUNNER!
TOMMY ONIONS: Is that when priests turn away choirboys for being too ugly?
JOSEPH GREER: Will you stop with the schtick for one second!? Riot is down and out, we’re about to see a major upset!
Jakie, favouring his back, nudges Rob with his boot to see if he gets any response, but the Riot Star is out of it. Taking his opportunity, he runs the ropes, looking for the Hellacious Hex.
He makes it to the ropes, rebounds off….
….launches himself into the air….
…and Riot snaps up to his feet, catching him unawares, and planting him viciously with a pop-up powerbomb! He keeps hold of both of Jakie’s legs and rolls over him into a bridging pin!
One!
Two!
Jakie struggles, but his shoulders are flush to the mat, and Riot’s weight is on top of him!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
ROB RIOT WINS!
JOSEPH GREER: I don’t believe it! Jakie went for the big finish, and Riot was playing possum! Riot with a veteran move to keep himself alive in the tournament, and Jakie Wentzel is out!
TOMMY ONIONS: Did you see how quickly he got up when Jakie went to the ropes? And to think you called him old!
JOSEPH GREER: Stop putting words into my mouth. Riot’s savvy wins the day, but you have to feel for Jakie Wentzel. He’s been on a Hell of a journey, both personally and professionally, but it won’t end in World Championship gold. Not this time, anyway.
Riot, exhausted, rolls out of the ring, as Jakie Wentzel sits up, with his head in his hands. Bob Mooney does the honours.
BOB MOONEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, and advancing into the semi finals of the tournament……”The Last Bastard”, Rob Riot!
“I Feel You” plays again, as Riot stands on the outside, his eyes locked with a baleful glare from Jakie Wentzel, as the crowd pops for both men. Riot nods his head to Jakie, showing respect, and applauds his opponent, but Jakie snorts and turns away.
JOSEPH GREER: Jakie’s in no mood to be saluted right now, but when the pain passes, he has every reason to be proud of himself. At 19 years old he took an all time great to the limit, and he got caught by experience more than he did ability. On another day, he’d have won that.
TOMMY ONIONS: Oh wah, wah, wah Joey. He lost. He got powerbombed so hard he nearly met the guy he prays to every night. Rob Riot moves on. What’s up next?
JOSEPH GREER: Well, according to my notes, Dan Rosen versus Eoin O’Rourke.
TOMMY ONIONS: O’Rourke. Great. Just what the public paid to see.
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 15:02:01 GMT -5
Backstage in the area where food is served for wrestlers and staff, several of the newer recruits are there and picking at the food left over by the bigger name stars. Soothsayer, Camdyn Cross, Omar Azure, Danny Parsons, and a few staff members are in the room. Everything is quiet and peaceable. That is until Havok and Caleb Koresh walk into the room. They have the RSW World tag team title belts on. Neither of them seem particularly put off by the ending of Nocturnal's match. In fact, Havok is smiling.   HAVOK: Ain’t this pretty. A bunch of fucker nutters playing nice in the room. CALEB KORESH: If they playing nice here, maybe they can play nice enough in the ring to challenge us. HAVOK: Someone’s gotta be able to challenge us in the ring. It’s boring to just be the undefeated tag team champions after we took down the fucking Bastards! Camdyn Cross walks over with his plate in hand. He takes a sandwich off of his plate and smashes it against Havok’s chest. CAMDYN CROSS: Maybe I will get a tag team partner and kick your asses. Havok looks down at the mess on his chest and to Camdyn with a grin. HAVOK: Says the man that was easily defeated by Dave. You ain’t got what it fuckin’ takes. Caleb? Whatchu think? Caleb smashes Cross with a right hand, grabbing him with the other hand so that he doesn’t hit the floor. HAVOK: Before one of you fucknuts step in to save this worthless ass, get this. At the start of Masquerade will be a Ball. A battle royal to determine the top contenders for these fucking titles. Bring your costumes, bring your guts. The winner may choose a partner and get a title shot. Caleb? Let these fuckers know what awaits them. Caleb hefts Cross up and power bombs him through the hospitality table. Blood and spilled punch begin to spread across the floor. Havok just laughs at the chaos. HAVOK: Enjoy the ball, get your asses kicked at a later date. Fun fucking times. Havok and Caleb Koresh leave the room as wrestlers attend to the downed Camdyn Cross and contact medical support. |
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 15:04:29 GMT -5
The feed returns to ringside.
JOSEPH GREER: Why? Why do we pay for security staff when they never do a single God damned thing to maintain security?
TOMMY ONIONS: Personally I love Big Ass Hank's laid back approach to keeping people safe. It makes for more exciting shows.
BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
'Cryin' like a bitch' by GodSmack blasts through the arena. The crowd roars after a night of insane RSW action, but turns sour instantly the moment Rosen walks out from the back.
BOB MOONEY: ...from Augusta, Georgia and weighing 230 pounds... DAN ROSEN!
TOMMY ONIONS: Rosen is coming out fired up. Though there's probably enough fans that think he should just be fired.
JOSEPH GREER: Now it's true that Rosen has been on a bit of a losing streak of late, but fired!?
Passing a sign that says Rosen for XCW champion, Rosen snatches the sign destroying it in an display of defiance to the fan's opinion.
TOMMY ONIONS: Tough guy just beat up a sign! K Joey, if we're over reacting; answer me this Mr. Wrestling Analyst...when was the last time Rosen actually won a match?
JOSEPH GREER: I admit it's been a while, though after tonight he's primed to be headed into the tagteam ranks with his partner, and mentor, Chris Parsons.
Rosen cracks his knuckles and stretches his arms in the ring ropes.
TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah yeah yeah big deal, Parsons has made a career in RSW by doing the impossible but I don't think even Parsons can make a winner out of Rosen!
JOSEPH GREER: That remains to be seen, but right now Rosen has to stand on his own two feet against a much more experienced competitor.
The lights in the arena dim as the screens on the stage turn into static as heavy beats from "Whiskey and Ritalin" by Fair to Midland play in the arena. The lights stay the same until the drums start playing, and on the screens, Eoin O'Rourke name title appears as the lights turn into green, and orange he begins to walk onto the stage.
JOSEPH GREER: Here comes Eoin O'Rourke who had some words of his own for his opponent tonight. He believes Rosen is beneath him.
TOMMY ONIONS: See?! I'm not the only one!
JOSEPH GREER: It's deeper than that, O'Rourke believe that both he and his wife, better known as 'Apathy' have been held back by RSW owner Armand Von Krauss!
"From hand to heart and hands to head
These gritty teeth grind gears of infrared"
O'Rourke stands at the top of the ramp and looks at the crowd left and right before exhaling and marching his way down the ramp cracking his neck.
TOMMY ONIONS: Based on what? Riding his wife....'s coattails through RSW?
JOSEPH GREER: Wow Tommy, just wow. Actually O'Rourke listed the tournament itself as his gripe with Mr. Von Krauss.
"He crash lands in dull white noise
All I hear is static in his voice"
O'Rourke makes it to ringside and cracks his knuckles looking in the ring with his emerald green eyes and walks up the steel steps but wipes his boots before entering through the second rope with his arms stretched out.
"When those sweet red hands
Start their whirlwinds
And you're the drain"
TOMMY ONIONS: Was he even part of the roster when this began? It's been so long, I don't even remember.
JOSEPH GREER: I honestly don't know Tommy. I seem to remember O'Rourke and Devereaux taking a hiatus right around the same time but I'm not sure. Either way, O'Rourke is taking it personally and went as far as to say the tournament was 'bullshit' and that he was co-main eventing tonight's card with his wife main eventing.
TOMMY ONIONS: He does know the main event goes on last right? He's not even close, there's still something like four matches left after this.
JOSEPH GREER: Regardless, I'm not going to get into that. What I will say is; Eoin believes he and Apathy have been targeted by Von Krauss and he claims to be part of the main event tonight.
In the ring O'Rourke again cracks his neck and walks around the ring before getting on a turnbuckle looking at the audience.
"You're imagining things; Your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You're inventing it all; From thin air and close calls
Welcome to the balancing act"
TOMMY ONIONS: 'The main event' Eoin O'Rourke. I kinda like it, beats the seventeen other name changes he's had this past year.
JOSEPH GREER: You can't fault the man for going back to his Irish heritage.
TOMMY ONIONS: Can and will.
On the turnbuckle O'Rourke puts his hands together and forms an O from them and raises his arms above his head and looks up at his shape and hops off the turnbuckle and wiggles his arms to get the blood pumping through them.
JOSEPH GREER: Well Rosen is in the ring, O'Rourke looks fired up and ready to go. Let's get this one underway!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
The moment the bell rings, Dan Rosen rushes O'Rourke hoping to catch him off guard to end things early. Launching himself into what would be a crushing spear!
JOSEPH GREER: And there's the bell! Rosen with a head of steam! Spear! Oh!!!
Experience allows O'Rourke to see the rushed attack coming. Stepping to his right, Eoin brings his right knee up...square into the temple of Rosen.
JOSEPH GREER: Oh my god! Rosen went down like he's been shot! O'Rourke with the cover!
TOMMY ONIONS: No fucking way!
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.............................3!
The crowd quiets momentarily, unsure if what they had just witnessed had truly happened before bursting into thunderous applause.
TOMMY ONIONS: Holy fucking shit Greer! That may be the fastest match in RSW history!
JOSEPH GREER: What a counter by O'Rourke! This one is over in the blink of an eye.
Seemingly surprised that it was that easy, O'Rourke shrugs and shakes his head before Shawna raises his hand as "Whiskey and Ritalin" by Fair to Midland begins seemingly only moments after b ing played for his entrance.
BOB MOONEY: Your winner...via pinfall...Eoin O'Rourke!
JOSEPH GREER: What a shot by Eoin O'Rourke folks, if you blinked you missed it.
TOMMY ONIONS: I think you meant to say, what a shot by 'The Main Event' Eoin O'Rourke!
JOSEPH GREER: You may want to run that new nickname past him before you make it a thing Tommy, but either way, Erin O'Rourke with a sudden and shocking victory here at Anarchy Thirty Five!
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 15:08:20 GMT -5
Backstage at Anarchy, RSW Interviewer and Presenter - Cherry Merciless is walking in the corridor beside the various changing rooms as she is quickly looking for a particular wrestler, she passes such great names on the door as Danny Parsons, Kevin Rouser, Apathy, and the famous Nocturnal, she then finds a door with the words Azure Dragon, there she knocks on the door, waiting for some sort of reaction from the door, when Cherry goes to knock on the door again, the door suddenly opens as Omar Azure welcomes Cherry Merciless in. Cherry was looking rather nervous as she kept looking at Azure up and down, she then clears her throat while getting out her notes.  CHERRY MERCILESS: I…would like to be the first…..to say……Welcome to Riot Star Wrestling. OMAR AZURE: Thank you, Ms. Merciless. But Please, calm down, you look like you’re about to shiver into a dribbling wreck. Here, have a bottle. Azure passes Cherry a bottle of water which she gladly takes, Cherry twists open the bottle cap and drinks at least half of the bottle, Cherry twists the bottle cap so it closes and places it back on the table where Azure is, she then speaks to Azure. CHERRY MERCILESS: Hmm, Looking at my notes here, you have quite a resume. You are a former World Heavyweight Champion, face of the year, and superstar of the year. What made you decide to join RSW and what are your expectations being here? OMAR AZURE: You see I've heard some rumblings about this place--that there was a good deal of hard hitting competition. I couldn't hold myself back. I did a few negotiations here and there and I've gotten the go-ahead to get double-contracted. So, yes, you're currently looking at the guy that's going to fight and claw his way up to grabbing the Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!! I can't hop in the current tournament, but whoever wins that whole competition better keep that belt nice and warm for me!" CHERRY MERCILESS: As you know, they have been some recent surges of new talent lately; tell me is there anyone here that you don’t like? OMAR AZURE: All of the talent here are pretty cool here, there is one person that really pees me off, and whom I have some unfinished business with, and his name is Dylan Erickson. CHERRY MERCILESS: Thank you for your thoughts Mr. Azure. I know that your match is coming up next so I won’t hold you up much longer, but what are your thoughts on this match? OMAR AZURE: I was about to talk about my upcoming match. So thank you for reminding me, I know that Reverend Shane Mitchell has great skills in the ring, and from out of his lost to Frank Windsor at Anarchy 34 he will do anything he can beat me here tonight, and I respect that, but if he thinks that I will lay low, then he has another thing coming. Win or lose here tonight, it doesn’t matter, I am going to go out there and prove to Reverend Shane Mitchell, and the rest of RSW that I am not just some punk has kid rookie off the street, I am the real deal. CHERRY MERCILESS: Thank you Azure for your time, this was a RSW exclusive interview, this is Cherry Merciless saying goodbye for now. Fade to black. |
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 15:08:51 GMT -5
JOSEPH GREER: Well…we heard what he had to say, and he’s a gentleman who seems very sure of himself. He’s going to need to be, because he’s been handed a real hum-dinger of a debut match. RSW fans, get yourselves comfortable…here comes our first look at Azure Dragon.
In the ring, Bob Mooney stands ready.
BOB MOONEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, your next contest. Introducing first, from Shanghai, China….”Dragon” Omar Azure!
The lights dim as ‘Catch Your Breath’ by CFO$ plays and the stage fills with smoke, we see Omar Azure walking through the smoke. As the beat kicks in, the stage and ring lights brightens, and the smoke begins to go away on the stage we see Azure holding his arms up high, and bring them down to his side while wearing one of his signature hooded jackets. The camera zooms in close as he stares into it, with a determine look on his face. He then stares to the sky, as the beat kicks in, the stage and ring lights brightens again he raises his arms out again before slowly looking down towards the ring, putting his hands together like a prayer, and walking briskly down the ramp. Once at the ring, he hops on the apron and then rolls through the top and middle ropes. He stands in the center of the ring for a while, staring into the camera as it zooms in. He then takes off his hooded jacket. After a while, Azure runs and climbs onto a corner post, as the beat kicks in, the stage and ring lights brightens, he stands tall on the corner post with his hands held high towards the sky. He then climbs back down the ring post, and stands there, waiting for his opponent.
The crowd pops huge for their hometown star!
JOSEPH GREER: Theatrical. Focused. Intense. Azure is one of the bigger names out there who’s never previously set foot in an RSW ring, but it all begins for him tonight. He’s no stranger to gold, and my advice to the rest of the roster would be to watch this one closely; here’s a man who has all the skills, and the potential to be at the top of the card sooner rather than later.
TOMMY ONIONS: Are we sure he’s from China?
JOSEPH GREER: What?
TOMMY ONIONS: Well, he’s not wearing a straw hat, his teeth look fine, and he didn’t come out here on a bicycle. How do we know he’s not from Wyoming, or somewhere?
JOSEPH GREER: Look at him, Tommy. He’s very clearly Chinese. In fact, unless I’m wrong, he may be the first Chinese athlete to appear for RSW.
TOMMY ONIONS: What about Kintaru?
JOSEPH GREER: Japanese.
TOMMY ONIONS: But that’s the same thing, right?
JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, we are literally in China. Your ignorance knows no boundaries.
BOB MOONEY: And his opponent, one of the most decorated stars in Riot Star Wrestling history. Currently wrestling out of Arcadia, Oklahoma…’The Reverend’ Shane Mitchell!
”In The Name of the Father” blares from the PA as Shane Mitchell steps through the ropes, but it’s almost immediately drowned out in boos. The Chinese natives are in full support of their countryman, Omar Azure, and are in no mood to make the Reverend feel welcome. Shane for his part doesn’t seem to mind, he walks calmly down to the ring and through the ropes, his eyes firmly on his opponent.
JOSEPH GREER: So this is a’reset’ moment for Shane Mitchell. He’s experienced the highest of highs here in RSW, but today he faces a different task; an opponent of some reputation who’s come to make a mark of his own. We know Shane has lasting issues with Garmr, and he’s embroiled in trouble back home. Is that going to take his mind off the match?
TOMMY ONIONS: I have it on good authority that he’s been killing babies.
JOSEPH GREER: WHAT!?
TOMMY ONIONS: He’s been shoving babies in freezers and killing them. That’s the word on the street in Arcadia.
JOSEPH GREER: Whilst I’m used to ignoring your tinfoil conspiracy theories out of hand, did it occur to you that as a man of God, Shane Mitchell is likely to be opposed to abortion and infanticide in all its forms? How does that fit your theory?
TOMMY ONIONS: ….I’ll get back to you on that.
The bell rings to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Shane goes to lock up, but as he moves forward, he is instantly caught by a drop toe hold, sending him falling face forwards across the second rope. Before he knows where he is, Azure has run the ropes and hit him with a spinning feint kick, sending Mitchell reeling backwards. He attempts to get to his feet, but Azure is on him, with a vicious kick to the side, followed up with a spinning heel back kick that puts Mitchell down again.
JOSEPH GREER: Dragon Rush combo! Did you see the speed of that?
TOMMY ONIONS: Booyaka booyaka!
JOSEPH GREER: What?
TOMMY ONIONS: Just reminded me of someone, that’s all.
Mitchell is rocked, and his legs wobble as he gets back to his feet, but he swings a haymaker in Azure’s direction. Omar ducks the strike, nipping around Shane’s back and snatching him with a full nelson suplex, following up with a half nelson suplex, and a straight jacket suplex. Mitchell doesn’t know where he is! Azure makes the cover.
One!
Two!
Shane Mitchell kicks out!
Mitchell scrambles and rolls away, using the ropes to pull himself back up, and Azure charges at him again, but Shane pulls one from his playbook and hammers Omar to the mat with a brogue kick, killing his momentum stone dead.
Shane takes a moment to collect himself, shaking his head as if to say “That’s quite enough of that”.
JOSEPH GREER: Azure Dragon starting his RSW career off like a house on fire, and these fans love it! Mitchell nearly picked up an ‘L’ before he even knew who he was in there with!
TOMMY ONIONS: I think the fire’s out, Joey. That brogue kick nearly took Omar’s head off.
JOSEPH GREER: An effective way of stopping the onslaught, sure. Shane’s bigger and stronger, but he’s got no way of playing the Dragon at his own game, and if he’s smart he won’t even try.
Mitchell crosses the mat, and plants a boot into Azure’s torso. Omar tries to get his hands up to block, but Shane grabs both of his arms, and plants his boot on Omar’s chest, repeatedly drilling him into the mat with aggressive stomps, before letting go of the arms and dropping an elbow squarely onto Omar’s chest cavity.
With a deliberately slow, methodical pace, he drags Azure up, and lifts him overhead with a hanging, delayed vertical suplex, letting the blood rush to Dragon’s head before he pitches him backwards onto the mat.
He goes for the cover.
One!
Azure Dragon kicks out!
Pressing the advantage, he drags Azure into a corner, and lights his chest up with a stiff chop, followed by a knee to the gut; every move designed to wear Azure down and sap his strength.
JOSEPH GREER: Mitchell is settling into his routine here. He’s trying to slow Dragon down, nullify that advantage, break his spirit…
TOMMY ONIONS: He should insult his honour. Don’t they have to kill themselves if they lose their honour?
JOSEPH GREER: That’s the Japanese again, Tommy. Specifically samurai. Why don’t you discuss your theories on Chinese culture with some of these fans in the front row? I’m sure they’d love to hear all about them.
Shane shoves Azure up onto the top rope, presumably looking for a superplex or something similar, but Omar comes to his senses and shoves him down. Shane lands on his back, and gets back up, but Azure leaps high into the air, spinning wildly before connecting with a fierce clothesline!
JOSEPH GREER: Dragon Lariat! Beautiful execution! Did you see that!?
TOMMY ONIONS: I didn’t see a finn.
JOSEPH GREER: A what?
TOMMY ONIONS: “Thing”. I said “thing”.
Shane is back up again, but gets smashed in the upper torso by a buzzsaw kick. The crowd loudly shouts “ONE!”
Shane reels, but keeps himself up by using the ropes, and comes forward again, where he’s met with a second buzzsaw kick. The crowd shouts “TWO!”
Omar seems to line up, looking for a third, but it’s not needed. Shane loses his fight with gravity, and goes down. Azure makes the cover.
One!
Two!
Shane Mitchell kicks out!
JOSEPH GREER: Explosive offence by Azure Dragon, and it’s being eaten up by these passionate hometown fans! Tommy, did you expect to see this newcomer having such control over one of our legends?
TOMMY ONIONS: It’s not over yet, Joey. This one’s still hanging in the balor.
JOSEPH GREER: The what?
TOMMY ONIONS: “Balance”. I said “balance”.
Omar stands back, motioning for Shane to get back to his feet, and checking back over his shoulder as he does so. As Shane reaches one knee, Omar runs the ropes, looking for the Dragon Kick, but Mitchell spins on his heels and swats Azure out of the air with a roundhouse right, once again stopping his momentum and putting him down on the mat. Shane slumps back to one knee, feeling the effects of Dragon’s high-tempo assault.
TOMMY ONIONS: That was a nasty blow for Omar. He’s going to have to keep his devitts about him now.
JOSEPH GREER: His what?
TOMMY ONIONS: “Wits”. I said “his wits”.
JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, are you trying to make a point of some kind?
TOMMY ONIONS: Nope, I’m just coming at you with the truth. Fast as a bullet.
JOSEPH GREER: You’re not an internet smark. Stop behaving like one.
Going back to his strategy of tiring out and slowing down Omar, Shane wraps his arms around Azure’s head and cinches in a sleeper hold, trying to send Dragon down and out. The referee gets on his knees, checking that the sleeper doesn’t turn into a choke, and asking Omar if he wants to give it up.
The crowd stamps their feet and claps their hands, willing Azure to fight his way out of it.
The referee checks his hand.
It falls once….
It falls twice…
It falls….
No it doesn’t! Dragon Azure holds his arm out straight and true, and the crowd pops big! Mitchell shakes his head, but Azure gets his feet underneath him, somehow finding away to power out from the mat. Shane keeps hold of his head, but he’s being pulled up with him.
Now both men are on their feet, but Shane has the sleeper locked in tight from a standing position. Azure twists and turns his body, trying to find a way out….
….he runs towards the turnbuckles, pulling Shane with him,and uses his agility to climb up them, somersaulting over Shane’s head, and using the hold against him. Shane’s arms are tangled up, and Dragon comes crashing down, almost face to face with him, with Shane’s arms trapped and his shoulders down!
One!
Two!
Th…
Shane Mitchell kicks out at the last second!
JOSEPH GREER: Shades of Hart and Piper at WrestleMania VIII in that other company! Azure almost turned that move on its head and had Mitchell effectively pin himself!
TOMMY ONIONS: Sneaky little ninja.
JOSEPH GREER: JAPAN, Tommy, ninjas are Japanese!
Azure looks to scramble to his feet, but the sleeper has taken its toll on him, he’s staggering….straight into a boot to the stomach from a furious Shane Mitchell.
Mitchell double underhooks the arms…and…
JOSEPH GREER: GOD’S WRATH! The God’s Wrath DDT! From nothing!
TOMMY ONIONS: Thanks for coming, Dragon.
Mitchell rolls Azure over for the cover.
One!
Two!
THREE!
SHANE MITCHELL WINS!
The boos rain down from the capacity crowd, but it won’t change the outcome, as ‘In the Name of the Father’ plays again.
BOB MOONEY: Here is your winner…’The Reverend’ Shane Mitchell!
The boos continue, as Mitchell rolls out of the ring, shaking his head at how close he came to being stunned by the newcomer. Azure is just about coming to in the ring, but he’s still on the mat.
JOSEPH GREER: So close for Dragon Azure, but Shane Mitchell spotted an opening to use his finisher, and he did so to maximum effect. He comes away victorious.
TOMMY ONIONS: That’s how you win a match. No flips, no tricks, just smash the other guy’s face into the mat and be done with it. It’s what God would have wanted!
JOSEPH GREER: You have some strange views on religion, Tommy. Folks, we’ll be right back with some all-woman action, when Ruby Walsh takes on Apathy!
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Post by vastrix on Mar 15, 2018 15:09:14 GMT -5
APATHY: Why can't I wake up!!!!!!
The camera cuts backstage to see Apathy desperately running through the backstage area, breathing heavily and screaming at or pushing away anyone who tries to help her. Fear has completely consumed her face. Her eyes are wide and dilated. Her breathing is frantic. She ducks into a small inlet and closes her eyes, banging her head on the concrete brick wall.
APATHY: Wake up dammit!! Why won't you wake up!!! You can die in your sleep! WAKE UP!!!!
A sound is heard down the hall and she gasps. Her body freezes and she holds her breath. Slowly she creeps from her little crevice and crawls down the hall. The bystanders looking on confused and concerned. More noises are heard from down the hall and she quickly rolls around the corner. A trainer cautious approaches her and tries to calm her down, offering her help.
APATHY: I want out of this hell!! You're everywhere!! Your face.......
She reaches out and touches the man's face then instantly screams in a horrific tone.
APATHY: NOOOO!!! You are not my daughter!!! You are not my Fionn!!! Your face is rotting and maggots and mold and oh God..........WAKE UP!!!!!!
She jumps up, throwing the man aside, right into the adjoining wall and bolting down the hall shoving people out of her way. Her hallucinations are obvious now. More noises are heard from behind her. Seemingly following her. She opens a door and runs down the flights of stairs until she is in the basement. She finds a small area to scramble into. She rocks, slightly, and drags her nails against her face, whispering to herself.
The smallest of noises cause Apathy to twitch and shriek. She continues to hold herself, tighter and tighter as her eyes dart back and forth.
Then her eyes actually catch something in the distance, something large and foreboding. It looms closer and then it multiplies by an amount unknown. It lurks ever closer and though is frightened, she is also curious and tries to focus on what may be ahead of her. She feels a strength build within her, convinced that she could defeat it, or maybe it was nothing at all. What was once a giant, blurry blob, was now more obvious in shape, people draped in brown robes moved ever closer to Apathy, as she ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head.
"No, no, no... NO!!" One of them grabs her and slices her arm, she pushes past and back. They start to move toward her again, each one attempting a swipe, as she runs up the stairs and tries to push through the door, it is broken and bent. She screams as two of the cloaked figures move up the stairs. She grabs what looks like an ore and swings forward, at those in the brown cloaks. She manages to knock two of them in the noggin, one falls over the rail, and the other down the side of the concrete wall.
She moves down in a quick hurry, as various members of the brown cloaked few surround her, she tiredly swings the ore. "What the hell do you want? Who are you?!" They stand, circling her and they eventually clasp hands. "Join us, Apathy. Join The Devoted." The sounds of men and women speaking in unison, as she shakes her head and looks on with great confusion. "The Devoted? The fucking Devoted? Devoted to whom, to what? Haven't we seen this before?" She wonders as they begin to sway in front of her.She turns slowly in the circle, as she continues to swing and attempting to hit.
She is unsuccessful and tired, as she slinks to the concrete floor. One of The Devoted moves forward and reaches below to lift up Apathy's chin. She looks up, as she looks at the brown cloaked figure, where eyes would usually be, there is only darkness. The black, gloved hand just holds her head upright for a moment, as the other hand reveals a knife, they hold it up, as she looks on, her eyes wide with horror. "Do your worst, you piece of shit!" She yells, her eyes now more determined and defiant looking.
The knife is raised and then brought down swiftly onto Apathy as she screams out. She continues to scream, as she sits up on the couch she had been laying on in her locker room. She sits up and looks at the monitor.
"By way of count out, your winner, Ruby 'Slaughter' Walsh!"
Apathy looks on, confused as she then hits her own forehead. "Are you fucking kidding me? Shit." She says, as she stands up and moves over to the bar in her locker room. She grabs a nearby glass, which is almost empty and sips from it.
She looks at a clock, seeing the time. 10:34 PM. "Yeah, seems right. I am sure Rob is going to like me being absent and all. At least I always have my fans." Apathy moves over to the refrigerator, looking to refill her refreshments. Not much in there, she grabs a half gallon of water and refills her glass. She notices something out of the corner of her eye and jumps as she drops the water. "No, no, no. You're not there! You're not fucking real!" She screams as she throws the glass at a brown figure.
She runs to the door, screaming and out of her locker room, as everyone in the hallway looks to her running away. Two security guards enter her locker room to investigate. They see nothing at first, as they desperately search the room for whoever gave her a spook. Then, in the corner, by the door, they notice a giant, stuffed teddy bear. The two guards look at each other. "Must have been a gift from a fan." One of them says as the other nods and they leave the room. Apathy, in a bathroom down the hall then notices the cut on her arm and her face as well.
She lets out a blood-curdling scream of terror as she cries and slinks down from the sink and to the floor. She moves into a corner. An RSW crew member comes out of one of the stalls and looks to Apathy, uncertain as what she should do. She runs out to try and find help, leaving Apathy, a sobbing, emotional mess, behind.
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