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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:33:47 GMT -5
 We are backstage where Senor Vinnie can be seen sitting at a small desk somewhere in his locker room with a mail bag that is rather empty. Well except for the two letters that he has received and are in front of him on the desk and a rather odd cactus. Even odder is that Senor Vinnie seems to be talking to the cactus and seems to be getting answers from it as wel, well at least only he can hear that. SENOR VINNIE: Well my amigo Cactus Pete…., it is time that we introduce some class and sophistication to this organization. Followed up with some real interaction between the fans and the wrestlers in the back… well namely with me of course, because I cannot talk for these other flagrant fouls that walk around in the back. But it is not time for that now, it is time for the first wish of the Riot Star Wrestling fans…. He grabs the first letter that is in front of him, he opens up the letter and starts to read it first before speaking out loud what the letter says. SENOR VINNIE: Dear Senor Vinnie, I have watched you last week and you have altered my life completely. He looks up from the letter and grins. SENOR VINNIE: Thank you dear…. Question mark…., please next time add your name okay?? He returns to the letter and continue to read out loud. SENOR VINNIE: My name is Alejandro and I would like to ask you if you were worried that you would lose against the person that you debuted against??? He takes off his reading glasses that doesn’t possess any real glasses and looks into the camera. SENOR VINNIE: Good question Alex…, He tuns his head towards the cactus and sighs before nodding in agreement SENOR VINNIE: Gracias Cactus Pete, of course I meant to say Alejandro. Gracias for correcting me as I have sometimes a short term memory when it is my best convenient. You see Alejandro, no I did not have any worries I would lose. You see, the perro was dressed up to be a dragon. Dragon’s are mythological beings that only exist in your imagination. And boy, did that perro have a real bad imagination huh?? So no, but thank you for at least trying to sound intelligent. It did not work though, but please try again in the hopes you will exceed my non existing expectations. He throws away the letter as he grabs the next letter and puts on his “reading glasses once more, he grins as he sees what the content is of the letter and starts to read out loud once more. SENOR VINNIE: Dear Senor Vinnie, my name is also Senor Vinnie. He nods his head and turns towards the camera and smiles. SENOR VINNIE: See Senor Alejandro?? This is how you start out a letter to make me want to read more and create expectations. He turns towards his cactus and frowns. SENOR VINNIE: What do you mean I wrote that letter myself?? Just because his name is the same as mine??? Nonsense!!! That’s a… err… coincidence, yes that’s it… a coincidence. He turns his attention towards he letter and continues to read out loud. SENOR VINNIE: Unlike what Senor Alejandro had written in his letter of stupidity. Senor Vinnie starts to sweat when he looks up at the camera and grins with a sly look on his face before looking back at the letter and continues to read out loud SENOR VINNIE: Don’t worry. I was there sitting next to him while he was writing that letter, so there’s nothing that your cactus Pete can say of a conspiracy.at all He sighs of relief and nods before turning towards his cactus. SENOR VINNIE: See? I told you!!! What do you mean that it is too much of a coincidence?? Of course he could have known that I talk to you!! His name is also Senor Vinnie and I believe that they are highly intelligent. But if you want to disagree, then I suggest you write a letter yourself and I will try to read it out loud next week. If I get to it of course, because next week I expect this mailbag to be rather full. He turns back to his letter. SENOR VINNIE: I was hoping Senor Vinnie that you of all people could bring joy once more into the hearts of the fans. As we are tired to see bums like the two men you are facing. He nods his head and sighs. SENOR VINNIE: I must agree on that one unfortunately and yes I can answer your question with a positive reaction, I will start off from next week granting prices upon who deserves the gift of the people the most. And that is the cactus!!! He looks excitingly towards Cactus Pete, who obviously is saying something that we cannot hear. SENOR VINNIE: No of course they cannot rent you for a week, but I will make sure that they will get their own Cactus Pete t’s and Cactus toys. Toys that will be for him and her own enjoyment as well as a monthly price of whomever asks the most intelligent question. The one who wins that honor will get his very own Cactus send to him. Isn’t that great??? He is grinning from ear to ear as he is awaiting the answer of the cactus before rolling his eyes and turns towards the camera. SENOR VINNIE: Senor Pete is usually a bit shy, so forgive him for his rather unusual reaction. But seeing that it is my first of many of Senor Vinnie answers the mail bag questions of the show, I feel like I am going to give both of you Senors a gift from the people!! And you Senor Vinnie, at this moment you lead the running for the cactus as well as getting a shirt awarded to you as well as Alejandro. Now I have to prepare so to the crew….. buzz off!!! With that the shot turns to ringside where the fans are getting excited. The lights in the arena dim as the fans are getting settled in their seats. We go down to ringside where sit Joseph Greer, Tommy Onions, and Billy Fowler. TOMMY ONIONS: Jersey Vinnie is kind of off his rocker. JOSEPH GREER: He’s Senor Vinnie. TOMMY ONIONS: Oh, please. The man is from Jersey and not Mexico. BILLY FOWLER: He says that he’s from Mexico. It’s good enough for me. TOMMY ONIONS: You know he was having an argument with a cactus… JOSEPH GREER: You have it out with your penis in the bathroom. TOMMY ONIONS: I…sometimes the little soldier needs encouragement to go. JOSEPH GREER: We have a great show for you tonight. D takes on Lex Collins for the Legacy championship. Two teams involving the name Bastards go at it. Andi Snow enters the ring for the first time since losing to Dagvald Riddik. All this action and more on Anarchy! BILLY FOWLER: First off the bat will be Senor Vinnie in a triple threat against Joe Beb and Steve Murdock. I kind of feel sorry for Vinnie. BILLY FOWLER: Right? Between the hard penis and harder kendo stick, Vinnie doesn’t have much of a chance. JOSEPH GREER: Well, let’s go down to the ring and see where it goes. Bob Mooney is standing by. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:37:04 GMT -5
 BOB MOONEY: This next match is the opening match and is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first Senor Vinnie! Epic Metalachi begins playing as Senor Vinnie walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans. He makes his way down to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope. TOMMY ONIONS: The weird non-Mexican, Mexican is in the ring. JOSEPH GREER: Mexican is a choice, Hispanic is a race. BILLY FOWLER: Look who understands that there’s a difference. BOB MOONEY: And the next opponent…”Lucky” Joe Beb! Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO begins playing as Joe Beb comes out from the back, dancing on the entrance stage. Fans cheer him on with a few cheering for nefarious reasons as Joe sports his chemically enhanced erection as he walks down to the ring. TOMMY ONIONS: What a man! BILLY FOWLER: Are you looking at those man parts? TOMMY ONIONS: How can one not? JOSEPH GREER: By not looking directly at it like the sun? TOMMY ONIONS: If it were only that easy. BOB MOONEY: And the final opponent…Steve Murdock! “Evil Walks” by AC/DC plays as Steve Murdock walks down to the ring with his kendo stick on his shoulder to the boos from the fans. He pays them no mind as he places the kendo stick in his corner and rolls into the ring. He makes a beeline as if to attack Senor Vinnie, but catches a big boot to the side of the head instead that sends him rolling back out of the ring. TOMMY ONIONS: Murdock trying to start this match out with a bang, but it got turned around on him real quick. JOSEPH GREER: Murdock won his last match by jumping his opponent before the match. BILLY FOWLER: I guess he didn’t get the chance to do that this time around. Joe Beb and Senor Vinnie begin circling around one another until Vinnie lashes out with a discus clothesline to take Joe down to the mat. Steve Murdock rolls back into the ring with his fists, but another big boot sends him back over the ropes and to the concrete floor. Joe is back up, but is put back to the mat with a hammerlock ddt! Senor Vinnie stands up, sees Steve Murdock creeping back into the ring, and sends him off of the ring apron with a side kick to send him to the floor for a third time. Joe gets back to his feet, but is grabbed from behind by Senor Vinnie, who hits a German suplex. He holds on so that he can hit a second German suplex and then a third. Vinnie grabs Murdock as he re-enters the ring once again and whips him into the corner where he impacts and then falls into a seated position. Vinnie rushes to him, grabs the ropes in the corner for leverage, and slams his knee upside the head of Murdock a few times before turning and hitting a high knee on the rising Joe Beb to send him back down to the canvas. Steve Murdock starts using the ropes in the corner to get up, but Senor Vinnie is there with a drop kick that sends him back down to the seated position. A couple of knees to the side of the head puts Murdock back and then a knee drop to the thigh brings a yelp of pain from the hardcore master. TOMMY ONIONS: That was almost a ding there! He might have broken his knee cap if he had tried that on Joe Beb. Joe Beb is up, grabbing the rising Senor Vinnie by the shoulder, turning him around, and gets kicked in the gut for his troubles. Vinnie shoves Joe backwards to the center of the ring before hitting a high knee to knock him down and then applies a Mariachi Recliner (Steiner recliner). It doesn’t take Joe long before he decides that it’s best to tap himself out. BILLY FOWLER: Did Vinnie just stomp two guys by himself? JOSEPH GREER: Pretty much, yeah. TOMMY ONIONS: I call foul. I don’t think that he could have done this without drugging the other guys or something. BILLY FOWLER: Sure looks like he won without drugging them. TOMMY ONIONS: You wouldn’t see him actually drugging them. He did that backstage with the help of the Mexican cartels! You know…the Jersey Chapter. Cause he’s fake. BOB MOONEY: Winner of the. Match via submission…Senor Vinnie! JOSEPH GREER: Why can’t the man have relocated to Mexico? What’s wrong with that? Don’t you have a place down in Mexico? TOMMY ONIONS: I vacation in Mexico for the cheap prices on food, booze, and hos! BILLY FOWLER: At least we think alike on something. The Bastards visit from time to time for similar reasons. They just do it without me now that I’m married and with a child. TOMMY ONIONS: Sounds like more of a reason to get away to me. JOSEPH GREER: Is that why you have several ex-wives? TOMMY ONIONS: I have several ex-wives because I like more! It’s not like they don’t all call me from time to time for some more Onion sauce! |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:38:21 GMT -5
 JOSEPH GREER: Well, we just got word that Awoken’s Filth Factory has a special surprise for us this week …and I can’t even imagine what we’re about to see. The lights were dimmed over the ring as RSW employees could be seen throwing things over the ropes and placing those objects in certain places in the ring. This went on for several minutes as the crowd chatter grew louder from fans becoming impatient. Moments later the RioTron lit up and music blasted through the arena. It was the Olympics theme and the official Olympic Ring logo on the screen, followed with: Snows Special Olympics. Red, White and Blue fireworks flashed around the entrance with clouds of fog as two people wearing long shimmering robes that hung down to the ground appeared, surrounded by tons of tiny male midgets dressed like trainers carrying all kinds of gear….They surrounded the two men, one of the two men throwing warm up punches looking like a boxer coming to the ring, as the crowd cheered knowing damn-well who these two men were: Filth Factory. They got to the ring as the midget trainers shouted instructions to them, telling them they were confident in the tag-team champs – Filth Factory was going to take home the gold!!! They stepped into the ring and removed the hoods from their robes and the crowd roared in approval. All around them in the ring was gymnastic equipment, and just outside the ring a small booth was set up for judges. Two of them were midgets, of course, but they had to be the two sexiest midgets you had ever seen. And sitting between them, was Candy. She blew a kiss as Knucks, who called for a mic. KNUCKS: Hey everyone, we have some of the best shit you’ve ever seen tonight!! Check this out, who else gives you midgets, wrestling and OLYMPICS all in one night!!!?? The crowd again roared in approval. KNUCKS: That’s right, Olympics!!! See how we hooked yall up? …we aint even have to do that!! SALEM: …That’s just what we do, Knucks, we give the people what they want! I don’t see Riot, Collins, Mitchell, Murdock, Parsons, and on and on, out here making sure yall get every penny out of those expensive ass tickets yall paid for!! WE DO!! Awoken cares about you!!! Some of the crowd booed in disagreement at the last statement by Salem. SALEM: With that said, Awoken, with special coordination by Filth Factory, presents to you… KNUCKS: Snows Special Olympics!!!!!!! We want to pay our respects for the great gymnasists around the world who can accomplish soo much by doing flippy-doo’s in the air! If you can kick your leg real high in the air, you can do anything!!! You can instantly be a ninja or a wrestler now!! You are now qualified!!! We learned from Andi Snow this week that we need gymnastics training to be a great wrestler. Well, fuck that!! Were not just going to train, one of us is going to become an Olympic Champion tonight!!! With that, we can be the best wrestler to ever live! SALEM: What if I want to be a kickboxer, what’s the best way to train, bro? KNUCKS: That’s easy man…uneven bars. It’s the best way. If you can become a pro at uneven bars, you can be a kick boxing superstar!!!! You can accomplish ANYTHING with just a little gymnastics success! SALEM: So, who’s country are we going to be from? KNUCKS: That’s easy. I brought duct tape. Knucks pulled duct tape from his robe, tore off two pieces and carefully stuck them to the sides of his eyes, pulling the skin back, making him look Asian. KNUCKS: Im China…They’re the best at gymnastics. Who are you? SALEM: Uuuhhh….Im uuhhh….who the fuck paints their faces? KNUCKS: Shit, I dunno… Like, I seen some tribes on tv that paint their faces…I think they eat people tho… SALEM: Oh yeah, I think they in Africa! …I know!!! I’ll be the Apoopoo tribe from an Island of Africa. So, yeah, Im Africa. Lets begin!!! Knucks placed his hands together and bowed to his opponent as a giant gong rang from behind the ring. Knucks took off his robe and revealed the tight, red bikini that he was wearing. Salem removed his robe and he was wearing a female gymnastic outfit and tighty-whities. Candy was the judge with a mic and she told two two men what the first event was going to be. A cartwheel. The crowd laughed but Salem and Knucks had serious looks on their faces. Knucks took a breath and did his best to attempt a cartwheel, which was pretty bad. The three judges held up their score cards and they read: 3, 10, 5. Knucks winked at Candy, who gave him a 10, and she waved back. Salem stepped up and did his cartwheel next and he busted his ass on the way back down. He shook his head in frustration and awaited for the judges scores. 2, 1, 3. SALEM: Heeeyy…Waiit….This is fucked up!? Candy gives you a 10 and I get a 1!? CANDY: You didn’t stick the landing baby! My man nailed it, but that’s what he does best!! KNUCKS: Yeah its all in how you stick…candy has seen my sticking… Knucks was doing pelvic thrust as he shows salem how to stick it. Just then a special needs midget comes out with the torch. Salem and Knucks shake their head at the little guy being way late coming out. The special needs kid makes it back up with the torch. SALEM: The Little {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} is waaay late… what the hell …What do you call a midget with Down Syndrome? KNUCKS: Oh shit, what? SALEM: A Little Slow… KNUCKS: That’s fucked up…. But speaking of Little people… What do you call it when two transgender midgets have sex? SALEM: I am not sure.. KNUCKS: Micro trans-action SALEM: That’s fucked up too… I don’t think the other judges liked the jokes… KNUCKS: …thats cause the jokes went over their heads. CANDY: OK boys this isn’t a comedy competition.. Its a gymnastics. Back to our next event!! Knucks was scratching at his red bikini bottoms that were really smashing his junk as two female midgets came out wearing gymnastics outfits. They climbed their little asses in the ring and each stood next to Salem and Knucks CANDY: And now we will do mix acrobatic pair exercise with their new partners that have come out to join them! KNUCKS: So you want us to do what?…. Salem what is this shit? SALEM: I didn’t know we were really gonna have to do this shit…I thought the little fellas were gonna do it all, ha! ..but fuck it. KNUCKS: Butt fuck it? Huh? My dick would come out her mouth she is so little… Candy gave a look of disapproval at this comment as Salem squatted down and whispered something to his partner. Strategy probably CANDY: WHAT THE FUCK KNUCKS!!!!!!!! KNUCKS: Sorry-n-shit.. So you want me to fuck her? Candy looked at knucks and he realized the answer without her speaking a single world. CANDY: Ooook, let’s get back to Olympics. And we better keep our hands to ourselves, gentlemen. Salem, you first… Music came on and the midget gymnast took his hand and led him out in the middle of the ring. She tried to move around while holding his hand and trying to execute a few moves but Salem didn’t do anything. She yelled something at him so he reached down and picked her up, he tried to set her in one hand and she moaned out because his thumb had somehow found its way inside of her. From this angle it looked like two in the pink one in the stink. Knucks: That’s not fair he is holding that little Slut like a bowling ball. He is cheating…. I demand we disqualified them. The midget girl was bouncing on Salem’s fingers and he had a horrified look on his face. The girl starts moaning as Salem spins here around on the ring. He managed to hop on one leg and wink at the judges like he was really accomplishing something as something started to drop down his arm. He screeched out in terror and tossed her off his thumb with a wet “ploop” noise before her little body came crashing down on the canvas. SALEM: …I never paid this much attention to gymnastics before, imma start watchin!! KNUCKS: This is Filth, I can’t believe he thinks it is appropriate for a family show… that fucking cheating mother fucker. That Bitch straight up Squirted all over his arm…. This smells like the pull at Blossoms. Salem put his hands on his side and puffed his chest out like Superman as he gazed the judges down with an attempted seductive smile. His scores came. 6, 5, 9. SALEM: Holy shit a nine!!!!! Beat that, China!! AF-RIC-A!!! AF-RIC-A!!! KNUCKS: You Larry Nassar-ed that girl… SALEM: Im about to win some gold, bro. You better know your gymnastic shit here, I killed this one. I’m on my way to being the best wrestler of all time tonight. Knucks looks down at his midget and says something to her. The music starts to play and his little partner took both his hands, leading him out to the ring. He smiled at her and a man’s sneaker came flying his way hitting him in the side of the head. CANDY: I SAW YOU LOOKING AT HER!!!!! A man screamed out that Candy took his shoe; as the midget screamed at Knucks that their time is running!! Knucks gave her a little toss and was holder her now by her ankles. Her face was near Knucks crotch. Knucks started spinning in circles and when he stops her face rubs against Knucks crotch. Candy stands up and charges and spears them and the midget lands on her face. There was a small tussle in the ring for a moment, but after all was settled the scores came in… The judges gave them: 3, 1, 5. Knucks starts complaining as Salem does a victory dance. Candy has walks back over to the judge booth. She grabs the microphone. CANDY: Congrats on your win, Salem!!!… Knucks, you’re cut off tonight! KNUCKS: No sex with you…. Or no sex Period? CANDY: Really… KNUCKS: DAMNIT!!! CANDY: On to our next, and hopefully last, event of the evening. The Pommel horse!!!! Salem and Knucks looked at each other as they eyed the Pommel Horse itself. Knucks shrugged, unsure of what to do with this thing until Salem whispered in his ear and his eyes grew wide. Knucks, then knew, what he had to do. CANDY: Knucks, babe, you’re next. Knucks only nodded, took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together. He took a step toward the Pommel Horse, sat on it with one leg on either side, awaiting the music to start. …and it finally did. Knucks held his hands up in the air for a moment, then as he lowered them to his side he started to grind on the Pommel Horse and talked in a girls voice: KNUCKS: OOOH YEEESS!!!! OH JUDGE!!!!! Imma fuck you soo good, judge….You’ll pick me to win the Gold Medal. Oh yes, ohh…..YEEESS!!!!! Harder…HARDER!!!!!! YES JUDGE, YES!!! Oh yeah, right THEREE–ee-EE–ee–EEE!!!!! Moments later Knucks fell off the pommel horse and landed on the ring mat. He laid there, breathing heavily and asking for a cigarette as the scores came. 7, 1, 8. KNUCKS: A ONE!? Candy!!!!! I fucked that judge real good!! I pretended to be you riding me, that was my inspiration. And you gave me a ONE!? Candy glared at Knucks and flipped him off as she motioned for Salem to correctly do the pommel horse event. He walked up to the pommel horse like a very flamboyant woman. He licked his finger and ran it across the pommel horse like it was someone’s stomach before jumping on the front of the pommel horse and grinding the front end. SALEM: Yes!!! Eat it judge!!! It takes soo good an you know it!!! Fermented cheese and hooker assholes is what my twat taste like!!! Oh yes, judge!!! OH YES!!! Oh Im…uugghh..IM…uugggh…Cooommmiiinnnggg….. Salems eyes rolled back in his head as he took his fingers and tweaked his titty nipples beneath the female gymnast outfit he was wearing. He screamed out in pleasure for several more moments before hoping of the pommel horse and slapping it on the ass end. SALEM: Silly judge, you never tasted anything soo good… CANDY: What the holy fuck was that all about!? SALEM: That’s how you win Olympics, Candy. You fucked the judges, duuuhhh…. Salem stood there awaiting his scores and they came: 9, 10, 9. KNUCKS: What!? NOO!!!! Candy!!!!! Candy: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have tallied all the scores together – and tonight’s winner of the Snow Special Olympics, issssss……….SALEM SHEPARD!!!!!!!!!! A midget came over and handed Salem his gold medal and Knucks his silver medal. Knucks looked disappointed and he mouthed something to Candy about her screwing him over. SALEM: You love me!!! You really love me!!! Oh geez, I would like to thank the judge for making this possible, and I would like to thank all my fans all over the world who have supported me!! This justifies my place in the RSW and I am now THE best wrestler to ever grace the squared circle. Once you win Olympic gold, that means you get to be the best ever in wrestling!! And now, I AM the best EVVEEERRRRR!!!!!!!!!! |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:39:28 GMT -5
 JOSEPH GREER: We’re creeping up on the biggest event of the RSW calendar…that’s right RSW fans…AnarChristmas! Planning around the live crowd, the banner for AnarChristmas appears on the RioTron drawing a cheer from the crowd. JOSEPH GREER: Now, AnarChristmas is always exciting but this year we have the added bonus of a wave of new talent making their respective debuts on the lead up to RSW’s last and single biggest event of twenty eighteen! BILLY FOWLER: Out with it Joey, for fucks sake! TOMMY ONIONS: Testify, my brother! JOSEPH GREER: Alright! Alright! Alyssa Lucchi is backstage with Erik Black, and the new RSW World Tagteam Champions; Anthony ‘Knucks’ Stevenson and Salem Shepard, collectively known as Filth Factory…Awoken! Transitioning backstage, a flat black background is dominated by the orange hues of the RSW logo. In the far left is a moderate sized cartoon Santa Claus. Sporting a wild and greyed beard, a blackened sleigh pulled by nine armoured flaming reindeer bears the AnarChristmas logo. Sat screen left is Alyssa Lucchi. Dressed in black, her hair is tied back, with a few curls allowed to stray framing her face. ALYSSA LUCCHI: Good evening RSW fans, I’m Alyssa Lucchi and I’m here backstage with three of the most talked about members of the roster heading into tonight’s event! I’m talking about Erik Black and the RSW Tagteam Champions, Filth Factory…they are Awoken! Thanks for taking the time to talk to me tonight. Panning back, Alyssa is seated in a black cloth director style. To her left occupying screen right are Erik Black, ‘Knucks’ and Salem Shepard ALYSSA LUCCHI: So, for our first question, we opened it up to the fans and by a large margin the most asked question was this…the three of you seem to have little to nothing in common…what is it that has brought Awoken together here in Riot Star Not allowing a moment for his Awoken brothers to jump in, ‘Knucks’ jumps in first. KNUCKS: Well you see Alyssa the stars and the moons and the planets all got in line together and then…. No that’s not true at all… you see we smoked some weed and had some beers. So then we just realized that we are the best talent this place has. So a lot of these mother fuckers around here are all shook that the easy days of being a top star is over. If Alyssa’s expression of surprise wasn’t enough, Erik Black picks up right where ‘Knucks’ left off. ERIK: I mean…Knuck’s shits in sinks. Salem is an uptight jerkwad, but at least they aren’t boring as fuck. Riot? Boring as hell. Collins? Boring. Just about everybody in RSW is boring as fuuuuuck but these two? They aren’t. That’s why I like em. I wouldn’t do a line with most anyone in RSW. I wouldn’t have a beer or even invite them to Blossom. I’ll have Knuck’s and Salem over any time. That’s why I have these guys’ backs. They don’t bore me to tears like the rest of this joint. Following up his partners, Salem is a different breed all together. From behind his painted face comes a more relaxed, matter of fact tone. SALEM: Its simple. We all came here and we made an immediate impact, we all planted out feet here and started to build a new foundation for the RSW. …And when you do that, backlash comes with it. You know, like the entire fucking roster. When you get complacent and satisfied in your career, it’s a kick in the nuts to see rookies come in and fire up this place like we have. At some point they’ll want to attack us, ..Erik already has been, and when that happens – you need someone to have your back. So, to say that we don’t have anything in common isn’t really true. For one, were the three most talented people here. Talent, we have that in common. …And we all want the same goal. An Awoken takeover. Knucks: Yeah what that mother fucker just said Awoken in this mother fucker. Looking perturbed and wanting to just move along following Knucks’ eloquent use of ‘mother fucker’, Alyssa braces for the next round. ALYSSA LUCCHI: Now obviously we need to discuss Knucks and Salem winning the RSW Tagteam Championships. Congratulations gentlemen, but my question is; now that you are the Tagteam Champions, what’s next? Are there teams you’ve been looking at as potential contenders? KNUCKS: Well I was thinking that we would probably knock out this little bitch named Andi Snow and Her trainer…. Wait so you choose the biggest bust of 2018 to be your trainer. That is like asking Hillary Clinton on tips on how to run for president… and to not offend anyone you can do the same with John McCain… SALEM: Yo bro that old dude is dead… Making a quick grimace, Knucks opts for the honesty route. KNUCKS: Oh shit… So um back to what I was saying… I knew I shouldn’t have smoked that weed… so after we win tonight I feel we just start crossing off tag teams… Francine and friends want a shot…I want to give them the shot… you know the one that makes the dog die. That little mutt runs around barking all day. Rob Riot… I give you credit for putting up with that shit. But yeah Filth Factory is going to hold these straps for a long time… so anyone that wants a shot you may want to think this shit over… Not cutting him off, but clearly not wanting to leave it at that, Salem elaborates on ‘Knucks’’ answer. SALEM: I haven’t even had time to look at potential contenders. I’ve only had time to clean Knucks shit out of my kitchen sink and get my life back in order and train for our match!!….and you fuckin asking me about other teams? I don’t even have time to worry about other teams. But who else is there? Like Knucks said, Frank and his crew? Frank wants to talk shit but when he’s called out on the internet for the whole world to read and he doesn’t even reply? …Why would I even worry about a guy like him? He’s too much of a bitch to stand up for himself on the web, so what would happen when he had to stand across from Filth Factory in the ring? It doesn’t really matter who we face because in the end it’s always going to be the same outcome, …just a trail of broken and destroyed bodies left behind by the Filth Factory. These Tag Titles are going to stay in Awoken for quite a while, and the RSW can piece together one tag team after another trying to find the perfect combo to take down the Filth Factory, but it’ll just be a wasted effort… Sensing it is time to switch gears and move away from talking about the Tagteam division, Alyssa turns to Erik Black. ALYSSA LUCCHI: Not to be outdone, after your original match with Rob Riot; rumour has it Erik, that you’re owed an opportunity at the Anarchy Championship and new champion Lex Collins at some point in the near future, what can we expect following your two failed attempts at capturing the Anarchy Title? Dismissing everything she said prior to mentioning that he’d failed to capture the Anarchy Championship, Black starts out about three steps past annoyed. ERIK BLACK: Is this real life? You may be one fine piece of ass but you aren’t the smartest, are you? Look. It’s simple. The double Champ..what’s his name? John? Leonard? Leapold? It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. First it was the string bean with shoes on. He ruined my opportunity at actually {No Means No} an old man. Dude is lucky he isn’t wearing his asshole inside out for that one. THEN this no talent jobber son of a bitch pins an old man I had beat. And you want to know what everyone can expect? Fucking hell. You can expect me to feed Jim? Joe? Bob? Whatever his name is…You can expect me to turn his asshole inside out and take both belts. I’m the bad motherfucker in RSW. As a matter of fact, I’m calling that fucking talentless fuck stick out right now! James? John? Brad? Whatever your name is. I can’t be bothered to actually remember it. You and me. Them titles up for grabs. How about that? No old ass motherfucker for you to pin this time. Just me and you. Only slightly offended by Erik’s unprovoked insult, Alyssa knows she’ll probably regret her next question, but her journalistic integrity forces her onwards. ALYSSA LUCCHI: My intelligence aside, your tough guy act isn’t fooling anyone and doesn’t change that there wasn’t actually an answer in there anywhere. Just some pointless rambling when all of us know very well that you know the names of Rob Riot and Lex Collins seeing as both have either held or hold the Anarchy Championship. A title you’re in contention for. As for the Tagteam division; things have been heating up there. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed. You mentioned Havok and Andi Snow, then the Bastards. Then there’s The Inglorious Bastards. Despite all of you being in enviable positions, none of you seem to actually be paying attention to anything going on around you. How do you expect to be successful going forward if collectively and as singles competitors you don’t even know the roster you’ll be facing? Snapping back just a little but maintaining enough of her professional demeanour to make her question less confrontational, she barely finishes before ‘Knucks’ jumps back in to answer. KNUCKS: You seem to think we should give a fuck about any of these low life. You see if its a trash bag, a garbage can, a dumpster its still fucking garbage… At the end of the day If we talk shit about Francine, Joe Dumpster fire, Jobber Havok, Shane Bitchel it doesn’t matter… when you are below the Awoken line be glad we even say your name. The highest honor the rest of this roster can get is being addressed by Awoken. To be honest the roster can do this… Knucks stands up and turns his back to the camera and flashes his ass. KNUCKS: Those that are offended can kiss this ass… No one is better than Awoken. So be the glorious assholes or be the Gay pride Unicorns running around with a rubber fist glued to your head. This place lacked talent… Now we are here and these fuckers want us to bow down… fuck that shit… Salem and Erik Black and myself are better than everyone else. ERIK BLACK: Have YOU been paying attention? You’re lucky you have perky tits, sugar. Fact is…it doesn’t fucking matter. The rest of the roster doesn’t fucking matter. When are you gonna understand that? You think we give a shit about the rest of the roster? Fuuuuuuuucked no. They’re a bunch of jobbers. They’re enhancement talent. They’re the guys who make guys like me look better than I already am. Fucking hell. You think I need to know the names and backgrounds of no talent trash bags? I don’t. It doesn’t matter who they are. It doesn’t matter what they’ve done. It doesn’t matter where they want to go. All that matters is that, when they face one of us, they’re fighting a losing battle. All that matters is that, Bob Rot or James… Whoever it is who holds the legacy anarchy..world… they’re gonna have to face me. One on one. Man to man. Baddest man on the planet to jobber. And they’d better Shine that belt up. I wanna be able to see my pretty fucking face in it. Cause I’m taking it. Fuck. I’ll be the first triple champ. Fuck the rest of the roster. I can’t believe that shit. Fuck girl. You making me lose my high. You still looking fine as fuck though. Stepping in past the bravado, the apparent voice of reason within the group settles back into his chair as he calmly responds. SALEM: No…What Im saying is that Im not looking ahead. No, I’m not concerned what what future teams and future matches I’ll have with people. Thats looking ahead and that shit gets you beat quick, then you let yourself down, you beat your face on the floor, you quit taking your meds…and well, maybe just me…. But ANYWAY!!!! I know who’s on this roster, I watch them wrestle each and every show…Im backstage watching everyone. But I’m not worried about them until their name comes up next to mine on the official card. Those are only names that matter and this week it says Andi Snow and Havok. If anyone else wants to get their name next to Salem Shepard, Filth Factory or ANY form of Awoken in the ring, then by all means, get your fuckin name on there if you want my attention. Cause thats all your asking for, right? Just asking so maybe they’ll listen in, so maybe they’ll pay attention if I talk about them? Nobody wants to hear about anyone, or anything else in the RSW except Awoken right now. Were the only ones that matter at the moment. Don’t accuse me of not knowing what’s going on around the RSW because Awoken sees everything….And don’t think that we underestimate our opponents, if that’s what you insinuating. We work hard, we didn’t get in the position that were in by kicking back and taking life easy. We know what our opponents bring to the ring, we know the weak spots they have. We know where we can beat them. …Why? Cause were focused on the task at hand, Im not here to look past the current obstacle and give people attention that’s not even warranted. Like i said, you want me to be ‘worried about what’s going on around us?’ then put their name next to mine on the card, and then I’ll give them the attention that you want… You can say what you want about Awoken, but you can’t say we don’t know what’s going on around us, just because we don’t give YOU all the details… Seeing that even Salem was beginning to turn on her, Alyssa begins to close the interview. ALYSSA LUCCHI: Well ‘gentlemen’ seeing as things are kind of going off the rails here, why don’t we wrap this up with one final question for all of you? AnarChristmas isn’t just the biggest show of the year, it’s also the final show of twenty eighteen. What Can we expect from Awoken in twenty nineteen? SALEM: Complete domination, baby!! Listen, I know I ramble on a lot in my promos and not everyone hearing what I’ve been saying – so I’ll continue saying it until the day comes when I can look down at everyone and tell them: See, I fuckin told yall but nobody was hearing me…. ALYSSA LUCCHI: And what would that be, Salem? SALEM: That I’m going to re-brand this place, that WE’RE going to re-brand this place. We’ve got the attention of people who were bored with the RSW and the product in the ring….People wanted to see something new, something fresh, something that wasn’t the same old shit they watch every week. We turned heads, we sell tickets, we bring attention and we put asses in the seats, Alyssa!! All that? …thats only the small waves caused by Awoken. …and the biggest waves?….the most damaging ones… They come in 2019. What were about to do here will be devastating, it’ll be complete chaos from the RSW roster as they try to survive the biggest, most powerful, damaging waves of destruction and devastation that we bring!! Every single one of them will regret crossing paths with us in 2019 as we sweep right through them and clean up every piece of Gold this place has. You’ve never seen anything like it, Alyssa. You all need to brace yourselves, board up the windows and prepare for storm because were coming in with a force like nobody ever seen… ERIK: You can expect an awoken dick in your mouth, Allison. KNUCKS: You see… Fuck How can I say this so you understand it… not just you but all those bitches in the back that complain we don’t show them respect. What you can aspect at the fucking Christmas whatever show… ALYSSA LUCCHI: AnarChristmas… KNUCKS: Are you fucking stupid I don’t care if its just another Anarchy show or PPV… Or the greatest fucking show in the world. Awoken comes to fight…. Yes I slipped up in my match against shane playing games and having Candy ring side…. I corrected that problem…. But you see we are the dominant team… Like when bulls had Scottie Jordan and Michael Pippen… ALYSSA LUCCHI: I think you meant to say Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen… KNUCKS: SHUT UP!! Once again the name doesn’t even matter. Fuck I wasn’t even around when those old fucks played. My point was we are the dominant force and people are taking notice. RSW ratings are up now that these three men before have come. The hottest selling Merch Last week was Awoken hoodie and Frank Windsor thong… and lets be fair that fucker isn’t the reason it sold… Fucking Erik Black is. The match could be the RSW VS Awoken and guess what…. AWOKEN WINS…. Why? Easy because we are better in every single fucking way. So what can you expect at every show in 2019… well you can expect Awoken to dominate those fucking shows as well. ALYSSA LUCCHI: Well, thanks for that…eye opening interview guys. With the single biggest show of the RSW calendar right around the corner, Awoken believes they’ve done enough to not just be the talk of Riot Star Wrestling as of late, but well into twenty nineteen and beyond. Time will tell if this brash, but successful group of newcomers can back up their claims. Let’s send it back to Joseph, Billy and Tommy at ringside. Back at ringside; Joseph, Billy and Tommy are standing with their backs to the announce desk and ring. JOSEPH GREER: Well, that certainly seemed like a tense interview there from Alyssa. BILLY FOWLER: Tense or not, I might mind my tongue when speaking to another man’s future wife like that, especially if that man happens to be backstage somewhere. TOMMY ONIONS: Come on Billy, it was just a little fun. I’m sure ‘D’ won’t take it personally. I mean there’s three of them, fuck him if he does, what’s he gonna do? JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think anyone wants the answer to that, least of all Erik Black and his Awoken cohorts. BILLY FOWLER: Yeah about that, I’ve been around ‘D’ backstage, he’s not exactly the joking type…especially when it comes to Alyssa. TOMMY ONIONS: So? Fuck him if he can’t take a joke! JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think you, or Awoken for that matter would be so quick to brush him off if he were in the room, Black might, but Filth Factory probably are more apt to take him seriously should he decide to take exception with their behaviour. But we’re moving right along, up next we have Xander Joseph taking on Omar Azure! TOMMY ONIONS: Oh, I hope he comes out in his Lizard King paint, he’s way more interesting then! JOSEPH GREER: I think you mean Dragon King… TOMMY ONIONS: Then who is the Lizard King? BILLY FOWLER: That would be Jim Morrison… JOSEPH GREER: Regardless, Dragon King or not, we have Joseph vs Azure live and next here on Anarchy! |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:40:13 GMT -5
 Returning from the first of, what one can expect to be, many AnarChristmas commercials, RSW’s veteran ring announcer Bob Mooney is at the ready and begins his introductions. BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first…. Bob’s introductions are cut as the life leaves his microphone. JOSEPH GREER: Even after four plus years, we’re not above technical difficulties it seems. Someone should get Bob another… ‘Circus Apocalypse’ by Vermillion blasts through the arena, bringing with it a chorus of Boos for the RSW majority shareholder Armand Von Krauss. BILLY FOWLER: Nevermind Greer, I think we know who cut Bob’s mic! TOMMY ONIONS: So no Dragon Lizard? JOSEPH GREER: Judging by the look on Armand’s face…I’m guessing not. Making his way to the ring, followed almost perpetually by the cloud of smoke which seems to be an extension of arguably the most hated man in RSW history. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I will not waste any more of my precious time than necessary… Taking a long haul from his imported Egyptian cigarette, the pause allows time for the RSW fans to rain fresh hate on the German. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: …the match between Xander Joseph and Omar Azure will not take place. Neither man could apparently be bothered with coming to this ‘fine location’. The sarcasm in the German’s words draws yet another round of jeers from the U.S. military base crowd. CROWD: USA! USA! USA! Undaunted, Armand brushes it away as one might some annoying dust. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Congratulations, you know what sorry nation you hail from. Regardless, Azure and Joseph’s incompetency does allow me an opportunity to take care of some unfinished business from our last event. In a childish manner, I allowed the roster to play dress up. Wearing costumes as a new way to compete for my amusement. CROWD: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Though the majority of the roster’s efforts were subpar at best, there was one who showed they could be more than what they are. This person could even be a hostess at my Krimson Kharnival! JOSEPH GREER: Hostess? That would mean… BILLY FOWLER: Shhhh! Don’t ruin it for Tommy… TOMMY ONIONS: Ummm…what? BILLY FOWLER: Exactly my point. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: But first, their prize. I’m sorry to disappoint the very vocal Mr. Erik Black, but he will not be challenging Lex Collins for the Anarchy Championship at AnarChristmas…I have another plans for that loud, obnoxious American imbecile! The crowd boos, not out of love for the brash Black, but because of Von Krauss’ pointing out of Black’s country of origin as part of his insult. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: No…with her fashionable choice, Frauline Snow shall get an opportunity at capturing one of my prizes at AnarChristmas. JOSEPH GREER: That makes it official… TOMMY ONIONS: This is bullshit! Andi Snow?! That bitch gets a title shot for ripping on me for no good ducking reason?! I’d like to file a complaint! BILLY FOWLER: Denied…suck it up Onions. Andi gets the match and we all get to be reminded of ‘little Tommy’ *laughs* ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Und Frauline Snow, should you tire of the monotony of this boring style of ‘combat’, my Kharnival is always looking for those of your particular ‘talents’ to keep my guests happy between pit cleanings… Trailing off, Von Krauss exits the ring to a final blast of boos as ‘Circus Apocalypse’ attempts to drown out the raucous RSW fans. JOSEPH GREER: Well, we have our first confirmed AnarChristmas match! Andi Snow will challenge Lex Collins for the RSW Anarchy Championship at the biggest show of our year! And that comes straight from the mouth of Armand Von Krauss! BILLY FOWLER: Yeah, that’s about as good as taking a look at a T-bone steak by sticking your head up a cow’s behind. Andi should watch her back just in case Von Krauss considers this less of a prize and more of a favour. TOMMY ONIONS: Andi Snow should do us all a favour and just go back to being a failed athlete and whore! BILLY FOWLER: That’s a ‘small man’s’ petty answer Tommy, bush league…I’d expect you to be a bigger man…but…well, you know… TOMMY ONIONS: That’s not funny! JOSEPH GREER: Just a tad actually, but moving on to a match that might actually happen, we’re about to see even more of Awoken as Erik Black takes on former RSW World Champion, Dylan Erickson! With Armand already stating he has plans for the Pittsburgh native, this match could get interesting and it’s coming up next! |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:41:01 GMT -5
 BOB MOONEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Erik Black! “Crossfire” by Stevie Ray Vaughn begins playing as Erik Black walks out from the back. He cracks his neck as the fans boo him and then makes his way down to the ring. BILLY FOWLER: He ain’t shit. TOMMY ONIONS: He kind of seems like a big deal. JOSEPH GREER: He did nearly become a champion at the XHF End of Days. BILLY FOWLER: He’s still a generic version of Rob Riot or Chris Parsons. BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…Dylan Erickson! There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as the RioTron comes on with the words “Dylan Erickson” in a bold font. Dylan Erickson walks out from the back, looking imperiously around him at the fans. He walks down to the ring, stepping over the ropes, walks across the ring to stand before the waiting Erik Black with a wide grin. BILLY FOWLER: Dylan does look rather like a generic big guy. I’ll give Black that much. TOMMY ONIONS: Sounds sort of like the pot calling the kettle black. BILLY FOWLER: Just what are you saying? JOSEPH GREER: I think that he’s trying to say that you’re a generic big guy. BILLY FOWLER: Bollocks to you, Onions. Dylan reaches back to punch Erik, but Erik strikes first to hit Dylan in the gut with a left hand that doubles the big man over. A right hand to the jaw sends Dylan staggering back a few steps. Erik steps around the big man, grabbing him, and putting him down with a German suplex. He bridges up for the pinfall, but Dylan kicks out before the ref can get into position. Dylan is quick to sit up, but catches a swift kick to the side of the head that sends him back to the mat. Erik steps back while waiting for Dylan to get to his feet. A bodyslam sends Dylan back to the mat yet again. BILLY FOWLER: Mike Black is on the offensive. JOSEPH GREER: Don’t you mean Erik Black? BILLY FOWLER: Sure, what did I say? TOMMY ONIONS: You called him by a different name. Something they do a lot. Erik quickly climbs to the top rope while Dylan is down, hitting a flying elbow. He puts a knee to Dylan’s throat while smashing him with repeated right hands! The ref starts yelling at Erik to back away, who ignores him until the five count comes out. Erik backs away from Dylan, watching the now bloodied big man get back to his feet. ERIK BLACK: This was almost too fucking easy! DYLAN ERICKSON: This isn’t over. Erik crosses the ring and smites Dylan with a hard right hand! This doesn’t bring. The big man down so. Erik strikes him with a second right hand that sends Dylan to his knees. Erik backs to the ropes and then comes at MMA style flying knee strike to the temple that brings Dylan fully to the ground. JOSEPH GREER: Erik Black with the Serial Killer! Is this one over already? BILLY FOWLER: Surely not. Dylan has gone through a lot more when facing Shane Mitchell… TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe he’s playing possum? Erik goes for the cover. One Two Three! BILLY FOWLER: I guess it is over just like that. Dylan…you disappoint me so badly. TOMMY ONIONS: I guess that’s what happens when you don’t nag someone. JOSEPH GREER: What are you talking about? TOMMY ONIONS: Nothing. Erik Black jumps to his feet with his hands raised in victory. ERIK BLACK: Next stop…World title! Look out Bob Rot! Erik Black heads to the back as Dylan Erickson slowly stirs. He slams a meaty fist against the mat in anger at losing so quickly. TOMMY ONIONS: Someone should have been paying attention to being booked better. JOSEPH GREER: What match were you watching? BILLY FOWER: You’re not making a whole lot of sense there, Onions. Not that you do normally. TOMMY ONIONS: Nothing. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:41:52 GMT -5
 As we return to the arena, a short guitar screech is followed by the thrashing of ATD-I’s “Governed By Contagions”, and Isaiah Zepp paces down the aisle to a very mixed reaction. As he raises a fist, half the crowd joins him while the other half is jeering, and patches of the crowd are staying silent. Isaiah smirks at the divisiveness and continues to the ring. JOSEPH GREER: Wait now, what’s Zepp doing here? Last I knew, he was left off this card after losing to Xander Joseph! BILLY FOWLER: He lost the straightjacket stipulation, but he also sent Xander to the infirmary with a concussion after that brutal match… You know, since we have a moment, Greer, what’s caused your recent turn of opinion on Zepp? JOSEPH GREER: Well hey, I’m not going to discredit his talent, but I just think he’s finally taken his political stance too far and invited a lot of hostilities. I know I’m opening up a can of worms, but maybe Tommy was right. TOMMY ONIONS: Hah! You hear that, Billy? I was right! Isaiah grabs a microphone and rolls into the ring, but as he puts the mic to his lips, his detractors proverbially boo him out of the building. Zepp feigns like he’s going to talk over them, but now his supporters shout even louder to create a weird blend of noise. Zepp pulls down the hood of his black sweatshirt (this time with a cartoon depiction of Donald Trump raking leaves with the caption “I’M FIGHTING FIRES”) and jumps up to a second turnbuckle, beckoning everyone to let him know how they feel. JOSEPH GREER: See I just don’t get what he’s trying to accomplish. BILLY FOWLER: He hasn’t even a said a word yet, is it really Zepp’s fault that people have already decided to be for or against him? JOSEPH GREER: This is funny coming from you, when you skipped out on Isaiah’s return match a few shows ago. BILLY FOWLER: No disrespect to Zepp there, but I heard Animal Mother’s music and decided to visit the loo. Isaiah taps the microphone, finally finding a moment quiet enough to begin. ISAIAH ZEPP: Fort Hood, Texas… The crowd erupts in their choice of reaction again (however some still remain completely silent and still), but Isaiah raises a hand to calm them down. ISAIAH ZEPP: A lot of emotion tonight, I see! That’s good, my friends. There’s also an influx of new blood in the RSW, I hear. Since I have an empty dance card, and the Filth Factory is still hiding from me… I’m making an open challenge right now! If anyone wants to stake a claim in this ring, this is your golden opportunity! The crowd looks to the entrance area for who might answer. Suddenly, Harry Belafonte’s “Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)” plays, and a man in a monkey mask and a suit strolls slowly toward the ring. The man under the mask is white-skinned and doesn’t appear to be athletic by any measure. He shakes his head around mockingly. BILLY FOWLER: What in the blue hell? JOSEPH GREER: Well, Isaiah’s not wrong that RSW has signed several contracts since our last show, but this is apparently someone named Chimpo who has NOT been officially signed. We were originally told Chimpo was a real chimpanzee, in fact. TOMMY ONIONS: Hmm, stupid and mildly offensive. I like him already! Isaiah stands stoic in the ring, his eyes narrowed. From the entranceway, Chimpo finds a mic and brings it to his face, before pretending to chew it on it. The masked man chuckles and slaps on the barricade. ISAIAH ZEPP: Ahh, yes, the troll known as Chimpo. State your purpose. Make it snappy, before I snap you in half. After more stalling, the man rips the mask off to reveal the California Senator and head of the BSE, Montgomery Peterson. The anti-Zepp contingent in the crowd cheers heavily. MONTGOMERY PETERSON: It’s me Isaiah, it was me all along! Isaiah’s eyes go wide, but then he rolls them, unimpressed. ISAIAH ZEPP: Oh, congratulations Monty. You’ve really outdone yourself. You’ve succeeded doing whatever it is you just did here, along with succeeding to piss me off! Thank you for accepting the open challenge! Isaiah drops the mic and darts out of the ring. Montgomery panics and runs up the stage. MONTGOMERY PETERSON: Get him get him! Suddenly the silent crowd members all draw tasers and pistols and jump the barricades to circle the ring. Isaiah slides back into the ring and surveys his enemies. Peterson’s smug confidence returns. TOMMY ONIONS: Aw shit its the BSE again! Billy, help me hide my drugs! MONTGOMERY PETERSON: Well well, here we are Zepp! I’ve got you surrounded like the rat you are. Don’t even think about using another gadget to get to the rafters, my men are up there waiting this time! I am so much better at winning than you, it’s almost exhausting! Isaiah gazes up at the rafters and shakes his head in concession. He applauds the attention to detail. But then he reaches into his sweatshirt pocket and produces a remote control. The crowd reacts as if he’s got an explosive, and the BSE aim their weapons. However, when Isaiah slams his thumb onto a button, the lights in the arena all go dark. There’s a loud commotion, and a lot of footsteps heard in the ring. A full minute passes until the lights return, and Peterson and his BSE agents are in the ring now with no trace of Isaiah Zepp to be seen. However, he soon appears on the RioTron, from the outside of the arena, grinning from ear to ear as his fans are now cheering again. ISAIAH ZEPP: What’s really exhausting is seeing you try so hard, Monty. So what I’m going to do for you, is make it so you don’t have to try anymore. I’ve already purchased a ticket for AnarChristmas at Fort Bragg with your name on it. You can come and watch our yearly spectacle… My Christmas gift to you! The only caveat, is that it’s just one ticket. No BSE goons. No weapons. No using your political muscle to get us shut down. No chance of innocents being caught in our crossfire. After it’s all over, you can try to catch me if you can… The choice is yours, little Monty. The feed of Isaiah cuts out. Montgomery slams the Chimpo mask to the floor, and he eventually orders his agents to leave with him. JOSEPH GREER: Now this is crazy! We already have enough chaos to worry about from our own wrestlers at AnarChristmas, now Isaiah’s bringing this sideshow front and center! BILLY FOWLER: Look, what I saw was Isaiah setting the stage so that people don’t get needlessly hurt. These men have guns, Greer… Why are Americans so batshit insane? TOMMY ONIONS: I know buddy, it’s tough for me being one of the normal ones! BILLY FOWLER: Let’s just ignore that comment and move on. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:42:42 GMT -5
 The cameras cut backstage as we come into the RSW cafeteria. Several stars are in here but the majority of the room is filled with backstage staff such as camera men, technicians, security and janitors. Finally the door into the room flies open with a loud bang as a extremely dirty looking brunette storms into the room. Her hair is long and looks like it hadnt been washed for several weeks. Her clothes, a fairly short skirt, and what looks like a white tank top, which now looks more like a dark gray color due to the dirt, are all torn and covered in what appears to be a mix of blood and mud amongst other odd stains. In her hand she is carrying an extremely old looking teddy bear that definitely looks like it had seen better days. Despite the fact that the brunette is in such a state it is extremely obvious how stunningly beautiful she is and how she could quite easily manipulate and make any man (or woman) fall in love with her just because of her looks alone. It’s very obvious that if she had a good wash, changed into some clean clothes and made herself look presentable her looks alone would make her extremely dangerous. Finally after taking several minutes to just take in her surroundings the woman storms towards the food counter, her chest bouncing in her tight fitting top which was barely being held together it was torn so badly. Several men around her can’t help but stare and some even wolf whistle her as she storms straight over towards the poor woman serving the food and points a dirty but extremely toned looking arm directly into her face. BRUNETTE WOMAN: YOU!!! I’ve been in this place no more than FIVE MINUTES and already you’re trying to SCREW WITH ME!!! The middle aged woman behind the counter is clearly startled as she is looks across at the young brunette who is practically fuming at her. SERVER WOMAN: I— I’m afraid I… BRUNETTE WOMAN: SHUT UP!!! And yeah! YEAH!!! You better be afraid! You know why?! YOU KNOW WHY?! TELL HER WHY TEDDY!!! The young brunette woman calms down momentarily as she puts her teddy bear on the counter facing the older woman. The brunette smiles gleefully as if she were actually listening to the bear. BRUNETTE WOMAN: YEAH!!! EXACTLY!!! YOU HEAR THAT?! HE SAID I’M LILITH!!! LIL-ITH!!! Yeah that’s right THE Lilith! Lilo! Bestest wrestler person to EVER step foot in the… place we step foots! Lilith turns the bear to face her but somehow makes it look as if the bear was moving on its own. She keeps looking at it for a few minutes and shakes her head at it smiling brightly. LILITH: YES I KNOW I HAVEN’T HAD A FIGHT THING HERE YET TEDDY!!! THANKS FOR REMINDING EVERYONE! JEEZ!!! But anyway that doesn’t matter Teddy… IT DOESN’T!!! Cos you know why?! YOU KNOW WHY?!! Yeah that’s right! BECAUSE I’M LILITH!!! Bestest fighting girl who… BESTEST FIGHTER GIRL EVER NO EXAMPLES NEEDED!!! Lilith gestures towards all the wrestlers sitting around her. LILITH: Suuuuuure you gots all these stupid little jobber bears running around thinking they’re the best stuffs since DOUBLE white chocolate chip cookies with their cute little belt thinggys that has some picture on it NO BEAR EVEN KNOWS WHAT IT IS!!! But guess what?! I’m Lilith and that means not only am I super good at absolutely EVERYTHING!!! Not only does it mean I’m better than all the stupid ugly STINKY jobber bears at absolutely everything! But it also means that I am the bestest champion who ever did be a champion! OF ANYTHING!!! I am bestest fighter champion, bestest cookie eater champion, bestest boobs champion… bestest EVERYTHING champion!!! And last time I checked not even… Teddy quick! Name a “champion” jobber bear for me… Lilith looks at Teddy intently and immediately bursts out laughing as if she’d just heard the funniest thing she’d ever hear, ever. LILITH: The hell sort of name is that?! Jeez talk about ORIGINAL! But anyway where was I?! OH YEAH! OKAY! So yeah last time I heard anything AND TEDDY WOULD TELL ME IF STUFFS WAS WORTH KNOWING!!! Not even jobber bear champion number one doesn’t gots as many champion title thinggys as I gots! Lilith pauses for a moment, finally looks like she’s going to speak and then pauses again. Finally after practically staring at the other woman for several minutes she eventually says something. LILITH: I completely forgot why I came in here… Lilith looks back down at Teddy and just as quickly slams her hands down onto the counter making pretty much everyone around her completely jump out of their skin. LILITH: COOKIES!!! RIGHT!!! Thanks Teddy! So here I am in this place and what’s that, huh? HUH?!! Yeah not even one cookie! NOT ONE!!! Not even one of the super gross ones with the nuts in it! WHO WANTS NUTS IN THEIR COOKIES?!!! So you better get this shit sorted right now! RIGHT NOW!!! Otherwise imma go MAXIMUM GRRRRRR MODE and you don’t want to see me go MAXIMUM GRRRRRR MODE!!! I pinky promise that stuffs for sure! So next time I come in here THERE BETTER BE COOKIES!!! Lilith grabs Teddy by his paw and picks him up off the counter leading him away and out of the cafeteria. LILITH: We have BIG stuffs to do, Teddy, we don’t gots time for this! I mean I haven’t even figured out who the main boss person is here… not that it matters of course! BOOM!!! Imma be the boss of him… OR HER TEDDY YES!!! I’m not a sexist! Whatever that means… Before Lilith steps out of the room she takes one final look around at all the people who are staring directly at her not having a clue what they just witnessed. LILITH: WHAT THE HECK BEARS ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!! Lilith finally steps out of the room, immediately shrugging everything off as if it had never even happened. With a big grin on her face Lilith proceeds to practically bounce with happiness as she walks down the corridor. Before the scene fades to black Liliths smile somehow becomes even bigger as she looks at something in the distance and quickly runs off towards whatever she had just seen. LILITH: HEY I DIDN’T KNOW THEY HAD CLOWNS HERE!!! Can you make me a balloon animal? That’d make me soooooooo happiful if you did that! I loud crash can be heard in the background as if Lilith had just been pushed into a bunch of nearby items. LILITH: Okay fine! Well then will you at least juggle—- Again a loud crash can be heard, this time somehow even louder and even glass can be heard smashing. Lilith walks back towards the camera not quite as happy or as bouncy as she was before. But Teddy was still in her hand and that still made her smile. LILITH: He had to be the most grrrrrrr clown I have EVER seen… I think he likes me! Once again Lilith smiles big as the scene fades to black. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:43:30 GMT -5
 BOB MOONEY: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the RSW Tag team Champions…Anthony “Knucks” Stevenson and Salem Shepard. They are Filth Factory! The Arena lights dim and flicker a few times as the word Filth Factory flickers on the Rio Tron Instead of it being blood dripping we see gold dripping from the letters down the screen and even dripping from Rio Tron to the ramp. Then the lights go down as two spotlights shine down on the ramp. 10 midget ladies dressed in very little Filth Factory black dresses with gold trim are on the ramp. They are kicking to a beat of music and they are kicking 3 feet high above their heads. They split down the middle and move to the side. 5 to the left and 5 to the right. The girls at the same time rip off their black and gold dresses. The girls are wearing gold thongs and pasties with gold tassels. Oompa loompa doompety doo We got da tag team champions Oompa loompa doompety dee If you are wise you’ll listen to me What do you get when you Fuck with Filth Factory Oompa loompa doompety da Midgets, tons of them, all female, came out from behind the curtain wearing thong bikinis and had super soakers in hand, along with bloody body part necklaces. The female midgets lined both sides of the ramp as the song continued to play. They raised their super soakers high and stood still as two figures appeared from the top of the ramp. A strobe light flickers a few times as “Filth Factory” by G-Mo Skee starts. The midgets who weren’t terrorizing the fans with fake sperm and bloody body parts were twerking their little midget asses. Salem paused as they headed to the ring, from inside the mask he licked his lips as he stared at the short, fat legged gyrating midget booties. Two charities are being pulled out by 12 midgets 6 on each side of each charity come out wearing horse heads and horse tail but plugs hang out of the thongs. These carts are gold and white, trimmed with red velvet interior. Red Filth Factory logos on the sides. Tag Champ belts are fitted on the front of each cart. Salem Face is painted like Normal and Knucks face is painted again like a skull but this time its White and Red paint making up a skull on his face. The two men are wearing black military pants cut off at the knees. They have on Black hoodies that say Filth Factory on it. A sexy midget rides with each feeding them grapes and giving them grapes. Blood starts spraying from the super soakers and other oompa midgets continue playing with and tossing what looks to be real body parts dripping in blood, the arena goes dark as people scream as a huge saw blade starts going down the ramp slowly as a spotlight shines on it. A few bodies are laying on the ramp being held by the midgets. The blade hits the first body and you hear a woman scream as blood sprays on the crowd. The saw blade continues and cuts up the second body. The midgets drags the cut in half corpses. To the back, the lights turn back on. The duo is wearing black military shorts and black singlet tops that say Filth Factory. Fans are still trying to get the blood off of them. BILLY FOWLER: Absolutely reprehensible! TOMMY ONIONS: Oh I don’t know. It was fine to watch. JOSEPH GREER: Disgusting! TOMMY ONIONS: Could be worse. I’m not sure how exactly, but it could be worse. BILLY FOWLER: You know what, Becky? It could have been a whole lot better. TOMMY ONIONS: Becky? Why you gonna call me by the name of the girl I was with last night? JOSEPH GREER: You were not… TOMMY ONIONS: I could have been… BOB MOONEY: And their opponents…Havok and Andi Snow! “Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie begins playing as Havok walks out from the back. He stands with his arms crosses to cut an imposing figure at the entrance stage. He waits as the music changes to “No Tears Left to Cry” by Ariana Grande and Andi Snow steps out from the back to join Havok. She walks ahead of him as the two make their way down to the ring. TOMMY ONIONS: Andi sort of looks like she has a bug up her butt about something. BILLY FOWLER: Is that what Andi’s biggest fan has to say about her? JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think he’s her biggest fan anymore after the last show. TOMMY ONIONS: That bitch made fun of me! She’s off my Christmas Fuck list! JOSEPH GREER: Thank goodness for small miracles. In the ring, it looks like Knucks starts off the match with Andi Snow. He look particularly unhappy seeing her across the ring from him. KNUCKS: What you did… ANDI SNOW: Hurts don’t it? Knucks starts off taking a swing at Andi, but she sidesteps, and hits a picture perfect drop kick that staggers Knucks back a couple of steps. Andi jumps back to her feet, grabs Knucks, and whips him into the corner. She follows with a number of flips into a backspring elbow to the side of the head. The impact sends Knucks into a seated position in the corner where the ref begins to yell for her to back away. Andi hits a bronco buster before backing away from the corner. Anthony gets back to his feet with the help of the ropes, looking disgusted. KNUCKS: You keep that stank cooch outta my face! ANDI SNOW: You son of a bitch! Andi rushes to hit another drop kick, but finds herself deflected. She jumps back to her feet to be pelted by a right hand from Knucks. She begins to crumple, but Knucks grabs her by the hair, and nails her a few more times with a hard right hand before tossing her to the mat. He runs over and nails Havok quickly to rile him up and get him jumping into the ring. The ref is right there to yell at Havok and send him back to the corner. Knucks takes this time to loudly tag Salem in so that the ref can hear it. Knucks whips Andi toward Salem, who catches her with a mighty choke slam. Salem applies a crossface while Knucks slaps her across the face a few times. By the time Havok gets into the corner, Knucks is on his way out of the ring. TOMMY ONIONS: Filth Factory know what to do. Shane Mitchell gave them a rash course in tag team action when they took the titles from him! JOSEPH GREER: That sounds about right. The ref checks to see if Andi is wanting to submit, but she shakes her head in the negative. Salem releases the hold and pulls Andi to her feet. He reaches for her, but she hits a backflip kick, and makes for the corner to make the tag to Havok. Salem follows her to prevent her from making the tag, but is too late. Havok leaps over the ropes, nailing a drop kick that sends him to the mat. Salem quickly gets to his feet, but is snatched up, and taken back to the mat with a snap suplex. Both men quickly get to their feet, Havok going on the offensive with a European uppercut. He turns around and does a flip to hit a pele kick, but Salem steps back. He catches both feet and does a quick giant swing to send Havok toward the Filth Factory corner. Salem tags in Knucks and they each grab an arm of Havok to whip him back first into the corner. Salem hops out of the ring as Knucks mounts him in the corner and begins raining down punches. The ref begins to count, but before the ten count, Knucks jumps back towards the center of the ring while shaking his fist. KNUCKS: HE FUCKING BIT ME! The ref moves to check on the bite as Salem begins to choke Havok out with the tag team rope. By the time the ref realizes that he’s been fooled, Salem releases Havok. JOSEPH GREER: That was rather low of the Filth Factory. BILLY FOWLER: Think of the name of the tag team. TOMMY ONIONS: They can sure pick a name! Knucks leaps at Havok, mounting him yet again, and wailing on him as the ref yells at him to stop. At the ten count Knucks jumps back. Havok takes a few steps out of the corner and drops onto his face! Knucks drags him to the center of the ring and goes for the pinfall! One Tw-Havok kicks out! Knucks draws Havok up and whips him to the ropes, Andi tags herself in as Havok hits the ropes. Knucks lays Havok out with a hard right hand and catches a drop kick from the top turnbuckle from Andi Snow! Andi quickly hooks the leg for a pinfall as Havok rolls out of the ring. One Two Th-Knucks kicks out. Andi jumps up and aims for a standing moonsault, but Knucks brings his knees up to catch her in the gut. He dumps her over the side and gets to his feet. He. Doesn’t wait long for Andi to jump to her feet. She aims a quick super kick, but Knucks catches the foot. He pulls Andi in and punches her in the gut to double her over. He hits a quick uppercut to straighten her up and hits a few quick lefts and rights. A quick Irish whip sends the stunned Andi to the ropes where a superman punch sends Andi to the mat with authority! Andi writhes on the mat, blood streaming from her nose. TOMMY ONIONS: Knucks is on the warpath after what Andi had said about his dead mother. I don’t blame him. JOSEPH GREER: He doesn’t have much to say after what he did to Shane Mitchell with the whore dressing up to be Tiffany. BILLY FOWLER: I guess it would be doublespeak to say that he’s trash, but he is. TOMMY ONIONS: You just don’t like them because they against the Bastards. BILLY FOWLER: Duh? Andi Snow rises up, wiping blood from her face as she looks on in anger. ANDI SNOW: You wanna fucking box? Let’s fucking box! Andi steps up to Knucks, exchanging punches with him for a few seconds before Andi backs up too far and Havok tags himself in. Havok jumps over the ropes, clotheslining Knucks to the mat. He quickly goes for the pinfall. One Two Th-Knucks kicks out! Havok pulls Knucks to his feet and whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, Havok goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but is instead caught with an uppercut. Knucks continues to hit a code breaker. Once Havok is on the mat, Knucks mounts him for repeated strikes to the face. JOSEPH GREER: Knucks with the AKS! This could be all over! TOMMY ONIONS: That seems like a pretty specific order of moves. BILLY FOWLER: Not to defend filth, but that’s what you call a finishing combination. Salem runs across the ring to attack Andi as Knucks goes for the pinfall. One Two Three! BOB MOONEY: Winners of the match…the Filth Factory! Knucks and Salem roll out of the ring to leave Havok and Andi in the ring. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:44:44 GMT -5
 The Arena lights dim as HED PE song Raise Hell starts playing the Arena lights go completely out as a highlight video of Awoken members matches plays as the song ends the RioTron feed starts playing. We see Erik Black, Salem Shepard and Knucks walking in the arena earlier in the night. Knucks and Salem have the tag belts on their shoulders. The guys are wearing the brand new Awoken Hoodies and they take a few steps and RSW Security and staff are all meeting together. They walk through the meeting disrupting it and pushing people aside. The three then walk past the food area that is set up. Salem dips his hand in the heated tray and grabs a chicken wing, quickly eats it, and tosses the bone back into tray and grabs a few more after digging through them. Erik Black grabs the vegetable tray and tosses it in the trash. Knucks walks over to the punch bowl and he fills it back up with his piss. He zips back up and the guys continue to walk through the arena The video then cuts to outside of the Arena. Erik Black and Salem are dragging a guy out of the arena with a black pillowcase over his head. A black Van door is opened and Knucks steps out of the van. The man yells out and then everyone realizes it is Billy Fowler. Knucks jumps in the driver seat and the door to the van shuts. The van drives about 50 yards before it hits a parked car. Salem Shepard jumps out and goes to the front of the van and Knucks gets out. You can hear Knucks screaming. KNUCKS: I don’t drive!!! You know this – I told you. Erik Black jumps out of the van. ERIK BLACK: I’ll meet you at the point. I’ve one thing left to do! The van pulls out of the parking lot as the feed cuts back to inside the Arena. Billy Fowlers chair is empty and Tommy Onions and Joseph Greer look at eachother. They then look at the empty chair. JOSEPH GREER: How did they get him without us noticing? TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit, I had the punch and those chicken wings… JOSEPH GREER: Really, that is your biggest concern? TOMMY ONIONS: The fact that I probably had Knuck’s piss to drink? Yeah that’s a little more important than where the hell are they taking Billy Fowler. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:45:30 GMT -5
 The camera fades in to reveal a pair of decidedly male hands, complete with scarred knuckles and a battered silver ring on the left – these hands rest on a laptop’s keyboard, the thumb of the right idly tapping against the edge of the spacebar. It pulls out a little further, showing the long sleeves of the black thermal shirt that are pushed up to reveal tanned and tattooed forearms before turning to show what’s on the laptop’s screen: a paused shot of the melee that happened at the end of Anarchy 42. LEX COLLINS: The internet’s been havin’ a field day with this. Speculatin’ that I’m in league with the Inglorious Bastards – it’s all about what side you’re on. He shakes his head, scorn dripping from every word. LEX COLLINS: They gotta pick every action, every little REACTION apart, lookin’ for that thread to pull so the motivations an’ machinations unravel. But see… He shifts his hand, that thick index finger tapping the touchpad to un-pause the video. Chris Parsons and Marcus Anderson are shown leaving the announce table while Collins appears seemingly out of nowhere to join the fray. He pauses the video again, sighing. LEX COLLINS: I was waitin’ in the wings. Had a feeling it wasn’t gonna be a square match. Not with Awoken out there. Not with so much tension in the air. He closes the lid of the laptop, gently setting it aside before leaning forward, his hands clasped between his knees. His face is in frame now and he looks disgusted. LEX COLLINS: This isn’t about Bastards, Inglorious or otherwise. This is about integrity, about passion an’ heart an’ doing the right goddamned thing when shit’s goin’ sideways on your watch. Shane Mitchell… Rob Riot… they didn’t deserve that bullshit. It shoulda been a clean match. It wasn’t an’ I should be accustomed to that by now, shouldn’t I? There’s a lot of that goin’ around these days. He rolls his eyes, bitterness creeping into his words. LEX COLLINS: It’s funny, really. I get raked over the coals for wantin’ to be the hero, for tryna be someone my daughter can look up to – they call me a fuckin’ glory whore ’cause the title opportunities fell in my lap from the get-go. I didn’t choose this, alright? Wasn’t even on my goddamned radar – all started with wantin’ to keep Andi Snow from gettin’ killed by a lunatic. But hey, that doesn’t suit their narrative, does it? He chuckles again, the sound oozing with scorn. LEX COLLINS: Fuck that noise. I’m only here, only workin’ for Riot Star… only fightin’ the good fight without spreadin’ my wings, without spreadin’ the love – or lack thereof – all over the place. This is my home. This is… He stares forward into the camera, lips thinned down into a hard line. LEX COLLINS: I don’t give a shit about loyalties, about all these groups runnin’ around an’ there ain’t a single person who asked me to be in their corner. I went out there last show outta respect for a guy who showed me some when nobody else in this place did. I went out there to even the odds – only to have that come back an’ bite me in the ass. If this is Riot’s doin’, pullin’ rank to hand his buddy a shot at me, at my title? He grins, that shark-like leer showing off his teeth in a flash of white before another sarcastic chuckle slides out from between his lips. LEX COLLINS: So be it. He shrugs. LEX COLLINS: Not that it matters now. The match is booked. The shit’s been said… all the gauntlets thrown an’ the words flyin’ around. My name isn’t Alex – legally or otherwise. It’s Lex. I was born as Alexandros an’ I’ve never in my life used that name. But hey, I get it, man. You wanna winnow into my head, get in there an’ hollow me out from the inside. I don’t give a shit. Call me whatever you want if that’s what you gotta do to minimize my impact here, to fuckin’ marginalize my reign as champion – guy who goes by a single letter is surely an authority on the subject. So add that letter if it makes you feel superior. Bump me to the head of the class, higher’n you in the alphabet. What’s it matter, D? What’s the fuckin’ point? We’re here to fight over ten pounds of leather an’ precious metal. We’re not on social media doin’ a fuck/marry/kill game or whatever the kids’re into these days. I chose this company for a reason, for a purpose. It wasn’t just another glory notch on the wall. It means somethin’ to me an’ when we get in that ring, I’m gonna show you just how deeply personal you’ve made this, simply by being a fuckin’ idiot. That crooked smirk creeps back as he moves to his feet, slinging the championship belt over his shoulder. LEX COLLINS: But in the meantime, you enjoy your little word games. You enjoy the dream of strippin’ me of glory, knowin’ you got friends in the back who’ll come down, turn our sportin’ contest into another fuckaree – make sure the odds’re in your favor. Can’t wait, really. In the meantime, I’ll be here, bidin’ my time, burnin’ silently while the hatred grows, knowin’ when it comes right down to it, I’m better’n you in every way that matters. And with that, we cut elsewhere, fading out on the look of disgust that’s still etched into the Legacy Champion’s features. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:46:21 GMT -5
 TOMMY ONIONS: This is going to be amazing. JOSEPH GREER: Two thirds of the Bastards back together in a RSW ring. TOMMY ONIONS: To bad Billy isn’t with them. JOSEPH GREER: Too soon. BOB MOONEY: First to the ring we have Chris Parsons and Marcus Anderson!!!! “Loser like me” by Pink blasts out of the speakers as the lights change from blue to white and red. Chris and Marcus appears and starts walking down the ramp way towards the ring, in the middle of the ramp way, they stop, in that moment fireworks come out from the corners of the ring and the corners of the big screen. As the fireworks stop they continue walking towards the ring, once they are in front of the ring they stands and looks at each other and charge the ring. BOB MOONEY: And one of their opponents; This man who is Great RSW World Heavyweight Champion in Riot Star Wrestling history, the self-proclaimed special one, the Sultan of the Schlong Style, the King of Yorkshire, the Glorious One, the Star Child, the Master of a Million Moves……..but don’t ask him to name them as he will, the FABULOUS ONE, it is THE Frank Windsor! Cameras pan around the sea of anxious people who are cheering loudly at the showing of respect towards Frank. Suddenly, the cheering explodes as the loudspeakers crackle, all attention devoted to these very special proceedings. A large British Flag unfolds from the rafters and hangs majestically over the ring area, each ear expecting to hear the music of Frank Windsor. The big screen started to show all sorts of British iconic sites. Children playing in the streets, football matches, police in the streets. The first few bars of “Hello” by Adele blares out before it seamlessly mixes into “The Man” by the Killers. Brilliant silver strobe lights flash through the arena as rainbow coloured confetti falls from the rafters. The screen now goes to show footage of Frank in his silver Mercedes convertible cruising the streets of Bradford, Yorkshire before fading into Frank walking in slow motion through the Pleasure Beach in Blackpool with his designer sunglasses and leopard skin coat on. The curtains at the top of the ramp way are pushed open and they emerge. The fans give a standing ovation as a huge silver Palanquin is pushed through the curtains being carried by midgets. Sitting atop it in his leopard skin coat and sunglasses is Frank Windsor. The Palanquin is carried down the ramp way and stops by the ring. Natalia Santiago walks around it and enters the ring and saunters around the ring, eyeing the crowd. The midget dressed as Erik Black stoops down in front of Frank who uses him as a step to get down. Windsor exhales slowly as he looks at Marcus in the ring before smiling and acknowledging the fans in attendance with a royal wave. He reaches the ringside area and uses the stairs to ascend onto the apron. Looking around momentarily, Windsor mounts the turnbuckle adjacent to the stairs, resting his left foot on the top rope. With a brief bow, Windsor puts his sun glasses on the top of his head and gazes around the facility, soaking in the numerous reactions from the crowd. Upon listening to their calls and looking over at his opponent, Windsor hops down into the ring and takes off his coat. He holds his arms up high for all to see. Chris and Marcus watch from outside the ring. BOB MOONEY: And his tag partner, the RSW World Heavyweight Champion, Rob Riot! JOSEPH GREER: Wait, I’m getting word on something happening backstage. TOMMY ONIONS: Get a camera to it now. A camera crew runs down a corridor backstage. It comes across a downed Rob Riot. His face is all bloodied. He is trying to get to his feet but is met with a chair shot to the head knocking him back down. Erik Black steps into view and throws the chair down and stoops down beside Rob. ERIK BLACK: It’s about time you stay down old man, this is the time of Awoken now. Oh is this for me? Erik leans in and picks up the RSW World Heavyweight Championship belt. He polishes it and puts it over his shoulder. He left as EMT’s came to look at Rob. JOSEPH GREER: What the hell? TOMMY ONIONS: Look at Frank’s reaction in the ring. First Billy and now Rob. At once Marcus springs into the ring and hits Frank with a running lariat. He tumbles out onto the arena floor even as Chris takes his place on the ring apron and the bell rings, signalling the start of the match. On the outside Marcus lifts Frank up and throws him back into the ring. Marcus lifts Frank up and whips him into the ropes, but on the return Frank ducks a right forearm from Marcus. Working quickly, Frank hits and leaps off the second rope and catches Marcus with a huge flying forearm to the face. Rolling out of the effect of the move, Frank gets to his feet and attacks Marcus’s leg from beneath him with a chop block to the back of his knees. Frank pauses, breathing hard, and urges Marcus to his feet with the open hand. Just as Marcus regains his vertical base, Frank hits a leg sweep to take Marcus down to the mat again. As he falls, Frank struck out and kicks Marcus’s kneecap as hard as he can, causing him to scream in pain, he reaches out and tries to tag his tag partner in but Frank knocks him back down. JOSEPH GREER: Will Frank be able to stand up to both of these guys on his own? TOMMY ONIONS: Any reports on how Rob is? JOSEPH GREER: Not from my headset? Slowly Marcus regains his footing. Frank whips off the ropes and comes at a run towards Marcus, but with teeth bared Marcus doesn’t move and instead nails Frank down with a hard shoulder tackle. Marcus lays back into the ropes and rebounding hits a leg drop to the downed member of the Bastards. Working quickly, Marcus lifts Frank up and tosses him roughly into the corner. Marcus lays heavy chop after heavy chop into Frank’s chest, lacing it with deep red streaks. Frank sinks down, grasping the ropes to stay on his feet. Marcus backs off and starts to run toward Frank, but at the last possible second Frank leaps out of the way and hits Marcus straight in the jaw with a super kick. Like a rock, Marcus drops to the floor flat on his back. TOMMY ONIONS: Timber! JOSEPH GREER: Can we have Billy back? Breathing hard, Frank takes a moment to catch his breath before picking up Marcus. Frank whips Marcus into the ropes and hits a quick shoulder block to send Marcus to the mat once more. Frank goes for a pin fall, as the referee dives to make the count. ………..1 ……………2 …………………Chris breaks up the hold with a kick to Frank’s back. JOSEPH GREER: That’s why Numbers will count tonight. TOMMY ONIONS: Correct. As the referee shoves Chris out of the ring, Marcus gets back to his feet as he and Frank exchange hard right hands. After a series of these, Frank blocks and returns the attack with a hard chop to the chest of Frank. Marcus leans back, the strikes forward with a vicious head butt that slams into Frank’s skull. Frank stumbles into the ropes and comes back at Marcus, but Marcus ducks his attack and hits a backward front Russian leg sweep. Frank goes down, both in response to the move and exhaustion as Marcus rolls on top of him for the cover. …….1 ……………2 …………..Kick out. TOMMY ONIONS: Close but no cigar!!! Marcus in frustrations tags in Chris. Chris goes to kick Frank in the gut but Frank catches his foot, Chris then goes for an enziguri but Frank ducks and then brings Chris to his feet. Frank connects with a Massive DDT sending blood pouring out of the now busted nose of Chris. Chris is out cold. Marcus re-enters the ring and he climbs to the top rope. He screams something at Frank and as he turns around Frank is caught with a huge missile dropkick to the ribs. Marcus pulls Frank up and starts to whip him into the ropes, but Frank reverses and catches him with a back elbow. With Marcus stunned, Frank hits him with a snap suplex and heads up top. He reaches the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner and connects with a splash. Frank makes the cover, but Chris breaks it up with a kick to the head. Frank stands over Marcus with a smile, before pulling him up by the hair. The referee turns back to yell at Frank for holding the hair, just in time for Marcus to use his educated feet to low blow Frank. With Frank doubled over, Marcus rushes to him and locks in a figure four leg lock. TOMMY ONIONS: He’s got to tap out guys? JOSEPH GREER: No he’s not!!!! Twisting on the spot and using the ropes as leverage Frank manages to reverse the submission into a pin. ……1 ………….2 ………..Marcus let’s go of the hold to get out of the pin. Both men get to their feet quickly. On the outside, Chris is leaning against the ring apron. Marcus grabs Frank by the penis. TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell? JOSEPH GREER: This can’t be the infamous Cock Block! Frank looks at Marcus in the eyes and then flips him landing hard on the mat. Chris tries to get into the ring, but slips on the ropes. Frank covers and hooks the leg. …..1 ………..2 ………………Kick out! JOSEPH GREER: Still can’t believe Frank flipped him with his penis. TOMMY ONIONS: Wait, look who’s trying to make his way to the ring. Surrounded by referees Rob is limping down to the ring. He has a bandage around his head and the referees are trying to stop him. JOSEPH GREER: He cannot be medically cleared for action. TOMMY ONIONS: He should be at a hospital. Frank stands up as Chris manages to tag Marcus in. As he is walking backwards he is surprised when Rob slaps him on the back, tagging himself in. Frank shrugs his shoulders as Rob gets in the ring. Marcus starts to run the ropes and knocks Frank off of the ring skirt. He bounces back and clotheslines Rob down to the mat. He tags Chris back in and motions for him to get on the turnbuckle. TOMMY ONIONS: What are they doing? Marcus picks the barely conscious Rob up by his hair. He hits him with a belly-to-back suplex whilst Chris launches himself off top turnbuckle with a diving leg drop driving Rob’s head into the mat. JOSEPH GREER: Is that the move? TOMMY ONIONS: That’s the Freak Show!!! Chris rolls up Rob as the referee drops down for the count. …………….1 ………………..2 ……………3!!!! TOMMY ONIONS: OH MY GOD! They’ve beaten the Bastards!!!! JOSEPH GREER: Frank tried his best but two against one even if it is Anderson and Parsons he had no chance. TOMMY ONIONS: But what about Rob? Erik has stolen his belt. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:47:09 GMT -5
 “Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie suddenly hit as red lights begin to flash violently to the drum beat. The ramp starts to flood with smoke. A figure appears in the entrance way with his arms crossed. A series of fireworks go off along the top of the entrance ramp. The light adjusts back to normal. Eddie starts to walk down the ramp Eddie slowly and methodically makes his way toward the ring, bathing in the reaction of the fans within the arena. Eddie enters the ring standing with his arms raised and fireworks go off from the four turnbuckles. TOMMY ONIONS: What on Earth does he want? JOSEPH GREER: I don’t know, but if you wait you’ll find out. Eddie walks over to the ropes by closest to the announce table. Eddie requests a microphone, he slowly walks towards the other side of the ring, facing the entrance ramp. As he raises the microphone up, he takes a moment. HAVOK: Let’s get straight to it, I am out here for one thing. AnarChristmas! TOMMY ONIONS: Oh! He wants to give me a present! Taking a moment Eddie runs his hand over his bread. HAVOK: I am challenging Erickson to a match at AnarChristmas. Yes I know we have faced each other many times before. I know you are thinking to yourself, I have already beaten you every time we have squared off. Taking a moment, Eddie looks around the arena. HAVOK: That’s true. This is the biggest show of the year. So why don’t we raise the odds? Let’s make it a three falls match. Let’s see if you can beat me three times in one night. Stretching his arms outwards, Eddie waits to see if he will get a response. HAVOK: I will tell you what, if you have the balls to accept then I will see you at AnarChristmas. TOMMY ONIONS: We’re going to get a broken Eddie for AnarChristmas! Eddie slowly walks over to the other side of the ring, after a moment he climbs out and passes the microphone to the ring crew. He’s just about to climb over the ring railing to leave through the crowd when he sees Dylan Erickson at the entrance stage with a microphone. DYLAN ERICKSON: You want me at AnarChristmas? I can accept an easy win. Why don’t we wrap the ring with a steel cage so that you can’t escape me this one last time. HAVOK: It’ll be you trying to escape, but I accept. DYLAN ERICKSON: See you then, golden boy. Dylan turns around and heads to the back. TOMMY ONIONS: Havok is going to have his last match ever at AnarChristmas! JOSEPH GREER: It’s not going to be his last match. TOMMY ONIONS: Dylan is going to break him apart! Eddie hops the security railing and heads to the back through the crowd. |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:48:06 GMT -5
 JOSEPH GREER: It’s finally time for our main event here at Anarchy Forty Three! I don’t know about you Tommy but I’m excited about this one! This has all the makings of a classic matchup! TOMMY ONIONS: do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard you say that in the past four years? JOSEPH GREER: And its true every time! TOMMY ONIONS: Not my point Greer, the point is say something else Godamnit! Sensing the crowd was now ready, BobMooney ends his patient wait at center ring. BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… The RSW faithful overtake Bob with a echoing… CROWD: ONE FALL!!! BOB MOONEY: …AND is for the RSW Legacy Championship! As the Legacy Championship takes over the screen, the camera cuts back to Bob at center ring. BOB MOONEY: Introducing first…the challenger! Hailing from parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds…he is ‘D’!!!!!!!! The crowd cheers as ‘Freak’ by Silverchair begins to blast throughout the arena. Stepping through the curtain, ‘D’ paces the stage taking in the cheers of the crowd and looking around the arena. JOSEPH GREER: Here comes ‘D’, looking like he’s in a reflective mood as we head into AnarChristmas. I’m guessing, but from the videos we saw going back and forth between him and Lex Collins, I think ‘D’ believes Collins doesn’t take his duties as Champion seriously enough or maybe the Collins looks at them as a burden. A burden RSW’s resident enigma is more than happy to help him lighten by taking away Collins’ Legacy Championship! Moving his neck side to side, the enigma formering known as Vengador Oscuro begins his walk down the ramp toward the ring. TOMMY ONIONS: Lex Collins is a family guy that talks about how he isn’t a good person. Like we’re supposed to care. Actually I don’t see how we’re supposed to care about any of these people. What do you think Billy? JOSEPH GREER: Ummm…Tommy? TOMMY ONIONS: Oh yeah! Shit, my bad! Our ummmm thoughts and prayers are with Fowler and we hope he gets back safe. That’s what you do when something bad happens right? Send ‘thoughts and prayers’ and hope things get magically better right? JOSEPH GREER: Now that you’ve basically insulted the religious beliefs of a large portion of the planet, unfortunately…on its most technical level, you’re correct… TOMMY ONIONS: fuck yeah! Wait! I’m right?! Walking the center of the entrance ramp, ‘D’ acknowledges the fans, but doesn’t go to them. Instead, he keeps a straight path, methodically approaching the ring. JOSEPH GREER: ‘D’ has been brooding even more than usual as of late and though some of that could be Erik Black’s continued prodding and advances toward the enigma’s fiancé, rumours backstage swirl about that in fact there is some issue between him and his on and off partners in the Silent Bastards, particularly Rob Riot. TOMMY ONIONS: Then why does ‘D’ help him? That part makes no sense. If there’s a problem, fight! Reaching the ring, ‘D’ nods to Shawna before standing atop the second rope to overlook the entrance ramp. He doesn’t pose or pander to the crowd, in fact he appears to be taking it all in, surveying his surroundings. BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…from ‘the open road’, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds…he is the RSW Anarchy AND Legacy Champions…Lex Collins!!!! ‘Re-education (through labor)’ by Rise Against begins and a renewed cheer rises from the crowd as Lex Collins steps through the curtain carrying both of his championships; one draped over each shoulder. JOSEPH GREER: And there’s the Anarchy and Legacy Champion Lex Collins who we now know that, win or lose, he will be defending the RSW Anarchy Championship against Andi Snow at AnarChristmas! TOMMY ONIONS: A match that notch ‘earned’ through slandering an innocent man! Looking at the ring and his pacing challenger, Lex holds both titles high to a huge pop from the Texas crowd! JOSEPH GREER: I’m not going to weigh in on the innocence of Tommy Onions, but I will say that Andi’s prior run ins with Lex and Dagvald Riddick produced some entertaining match ups over the Legacy Championship so I’ll be watching their AnarChristmas clash with interest as it could be a show stealing match on a card full of performers looking to steal the show! TOMMY ONIONS: Who? JOSEPH GREER: Dagvald Riddick, the former Legacy Champion. The man Lex defeated for the Legacy title he’s about to defend…remember him? TOMMY ONIONS: Nope…wait! That Viking guy right! Making his way to the ring, Lex keeps his focus on ‘D’ who continues pacing the opposite side of the ring from the entrance ramp. JOSEPH GREER: Yes, that’s the one! TOMMY ONIONS: I remember him now! Wasn’t Dagvald Riddick Viking for ‘runs after losing’? JOSEPH GREER: No comment. Oh my god! Reaching the ring side area, Lex doesn’t have time to even hand off the Anarchy and Legacy title belts before ‘D’ runs, launching himself over the top rope for a twisting suicide plancha that catches Lex completely unaware! JOSEPH GREER: What a way to start the match! ‘D’ risking life and limb in pursuit of the Legacy Championship, Lex Collins doesn’t know what hit him! TOMMY ONIONS: Fuck yeah! Crazy flippy shit! Scrambling to his feet, ‘D’ rushes in with a boot to the ribs of Collins before dragging the Champion to his feet and rolling him into the ring! JOSEPH GREER: What a boot to the ribs! Lex Collins is reeling and the bell hasn’t even sounded yet! DING! DING!! DING!!! Signalling for the bell to officially start the match, Shawna struggles to gain some semblance of control as ‘D’ rains down a series of lefts and rights before attempting a quick pin fall. TOMMY ONIONS: There! Happy now?! JOSEPH GREER: Well RSW’s senior official Shawna Savante has just called for the bell and it looks like this Wild Legacy Championship match is officially underway! ‘D’ is taking it to the Champion! The cover! …………1! ……………..2!! Lex kicks out cleanly right after Shawna slaps the mat for the count of two! JOSEPH GREER: Two count! ‘D’ more aggressive than usual but likely is trying to wear down Collins, a veteran like ‘D’ probably didn’t expect to get the fall so early! TOMMY ONIONS: Then why bother? Why waste the time and energy? JOSEPH GREER: That’s precisely the point! To make the double tough Collins expend as much energy as early into the match as possible! Rolling with Collins’ kickout, ‘D’ continues his assault. Dragging Collins to his feet, only to snap an elbow into the back of Alex’s neck on the way up leading into a snap suplex! JOSEPH GREER: ‘D’ staying on top of the Champion! An elbow to the back of the neck! Snap suplex and floats over into a lateral press! …………..1! …………………Lex kicks out again, this time just before the count of two! JOSEPH GREER: Lex out just before two! Again rolling out of the cover, ‘D’ looks to the corner. JOSEPH GREER: I think ‘D’ is looking to take to the air again! TOMMY ONIONS: I love the high flying shit! Either it looks dope as fuck…or someone crashes and burns…either way I’m happy! The crowd cheers in anticipation as ‘D’ climbs the turnbuckles, waiting for Lex to regain his footing, he leaps through the air with a flying clothesline! JOSEPH GREER: Flying clothesline from the top! Nooo! TOMMY ONIONS: Oh shit! On wobbly legs, Lex Collins, acting on perhaps instinct alone, Collins swings with a haymaker connecting to the jaw of ‘D’! The force of the punch combined with the momentum from ‘D’ jumping into it, cause him to roll out of the ring, hitting the rinsside mats. JOSEPH GREER: What a shot! ‘D’ is on the outside! This is the opportunity Lex has needed to get his Bearings and get into this match! TOMMY ONIONS: What a punch though! Looking outside the ring, Shawna starts her ten count. ……1! ……….2!! …………….3!!! Lex shakes out the cobwebs and goes to join ‘D’ outside the ring, Shawna pauses her count, attempting to convince the Champion to remain in the ring. JOSEPH GREER: Collins looking to get some payback now! I think Shawna is going to have a hard time keeping him inside the squared circle! TOMMY ONIONS: Just say it Greer…Lex is pissed and is going to take it out of ‘D’s’ ass! Getting past Shawna, Lex rolls to the outside just as ‘D’ begins showing signs of life once more. RSW’s senior referee resumes her count… …………………..4!!!! A couple stiff punches keep the enigma reeling, but Lex isn’t finished. An Irish whip sends ‘D’ into the barricade drawing a gasp and fresh roar from the Texas fans! ………………………………5!!!!! This time it’s Lex who doesn’t let up, following up with lefts and rights of his own before rolling into and back out of the ring to reset the count. JOSEPH GREER: Collins breaks the count, but Shawna is imploring him to get the match back in the ring! Realizing she’s all but lost control, Shawna restarts the only measure she has left that might bring some order back into the contest and begins her ten count once more. …….1! Lex advances on his challenger with a right hand before slamming ‘D’ head into the ring apron! JOSEPH GREER: This match has taken a turn into a brawling style that most would say favours the Champion! TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t care Greer! Just tear each other apart! ………….2!! Sending the challenger reeling, Lex raises his hands for a double axe handle but catches a quick side kick to the stomach instead causing him to back off slightly. JOSEPH GREER: There’s the martial arts striking style we often see from the enigma with a lightning fast side kick! Following up, ‘D’ connects with a looping right hand, only to receive one right back from Lex. ……………….3!!! JOSEPH GREER: Both men trading shots here! What an intense contest between two of RSW’s quieter but more intense competitors! TOMMY ONIONS: Shhhhh Greer! I can’t hear them trying to kill each other over your babbling. ………………………4!!!! ………………………………5!!!!! The crowd is on it’s feet as both men are completely ignoring the referee’s count and are attempting to destroy one another! ……………………………………….6!!!!!! JOSEPH GREER: Both men are just throwing wild punches! This has devolved into a pier six brawl! TOMMY ONIONS: And it’s awesome! The crowd cheers wildly and chants for both men! CROWD: FIGHT! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!! FIGHT!!!! ………………………………………………….7!!!!!!! A loud rumbling boo from the crowd draws attention to someone running down the entrance ramp! JOSEPH GREER: Oh no! Here comes Erik Black! He’s probably angry about not getting that Anarchy Championship match! TOMMY ONIONS: Or because he won’t get both titles at AnarChristmas. JOSEPH GREER: Or because he woke up… TOMMY ONIONS: Careful Greer, they hear this you might be next! JOSEPH GREER: What are you an Awoken fan now? TOMMY ONIONS: first off Sweet Tommy has always been woke as fuck around here! Second…yes.’ Rounding the corner of the ring, Black charges forward dropping both men with a double clothesline before beginning to root around under the ring as the crowd showers the Pittsburgh native with boos. JOSEPH GREER: Awww! Erik Black has spoiled a great fast paced match just to fuel his own ego! TOMMY ONIONS: don’t be hatin Greer! JOSEPH GREER: Shawna’s called for the bell! This isn’t going to end well! DING! DING!! DING!!! JOSEPH GREER: I think she’s thrown this one out Tommy! ‘D’ attempts to get to his feet and is flattened by an echoing chair shot to the back. When Collins tries, Black winds up for a second dropping the double Champion with a thunderous shot to the head that draws a grimace from the crowd before they continue to boo. With zero remorse, Black flips off the crowd! ERIK BLACK: Fuck you all! I’m the greatest! The best looking motherfucker here, the biggest baddest man on this roster! Both these fucking belts are already mine…and you? Burying a stiff kick into the ribs of an unconscious Collins, Erik turns his attention back to ‘D’ for a moment. ERIK BLACK: I’ll come get that sweet little fuck doll of yours one of these days too! Smashing a second shot into the back of ‘D’, the final shot of the show is Erik Black posing with both the Anarchy and Legacy Championships as he stands over both Champion and Challenger. JOSEPH GREER: What a waste! Erik Black has ruined what could have been an absolute classic between these two warriors who were absolutely giving it their all! TOMMY ONIONS: Worth it Greer! Erik Black wasn’t even in this match and him standing over these two is all anyone is going to remember! JOSEPH GREER: Unfortunately, you might be right Tommy! Worse yet, we’re out of time! Stay tuned for updates on how this plays out…we’ll see you next time for the biggest show of the year…AnarChristmas!!!! For Tommy Onions, I’m Joseph Greer! Good night and we’ll see you in North Carolina! |
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Post by vastrix on Nov 29, 2018 7:48:54 GMT -5
 Outside of the arena back entrance are nearly two dozen motorcycles, most of them are being ridden by black leather wearing clowns. At the lead is a non-clown known by XCW wrestling fans as Gabriel Tuck. He revs his engine with a smile as he watches the back entrance door open up to reveal Armand von Krauss. Armand walks out into the air, lighting himself an Egyptian cigarette. He blows smoke into the air as he looks at Gabriel with something akin to disdain. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Johnathan Mills, Marcus Anderson, and Chris Parsons broke Thomas Mills out of my brig in the black ship. GABRIEL TUCK: Sounds like security people are going to be looking at some short checks or being chucked out at a couple of thousand feet. I fail to see how this is my problem. Armand’s eyes narrow as he walks toward Gabriel on his bike, who suddenly begins to look nervous. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Thomas has been my guest for some time and is privy to practices that I would prefer to not be known by the public. Trump might be an ally of mine, but even he cannot protect my Kharnival from everything. I want you to follow Marcus and Chris to their safe house. Attack them and either bring me Thomas alive or kill him. Bring me him either way. A nearly all white clown nearby that goes by the name of White as part of a clique of “colored clowns” speaks up. WHITE: Whatt if they go into another state? Do we follow them then? What if they get on a plane? Armand crosses the distance between him and White before anyone can even blink. He seizes White by the throat with one hand and lifts him up into the air with a casual effort as he holds his cigarette in his other hand. The motorcycle falls away from them both to the ground as White’s feet dangle in the air. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You will track them down and bring me Thomas Mills, dead or alive. I don’t care if you have to track them to the ends of the Earth! Do you understand me? GABRIEL TUCK: We understand. Can you maybe put White down? Please? Armand looks on as White helplessly claws at Armand’s hand to try to lessen the pressure on his throat. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Hm. Armand drops White like a sack of potatoes to the ground. He lays on the ground, clutching at his throat and working on breathing. Armand looks to Gabriel, blowing smoke into the air. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I do not want Anderson and Parsons harmed so that they can wrestle, but if they happen to perish in the crossfire…I won’t shed any tears. GABRIEL TUCK: Good. I’ll try to keep your golden geese alive, but no promises. Armand watches with disinterest as other clowns help White up and pick up his bike. Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the abused clown, creating a shower of sparks when it strikes the side of his head. ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Do not fail me. Armand lights another cigarette and heads back inside of the building. Gabriel Tuck looks at the others with a laugh. GABRIEL TUCK: We’ve work ta do, boys. Let’s ride! |
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