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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 29, 2019 8:52:00 GMT -5
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Post by Bobby Barratt on Jan 29, 2019 9:07:36 GMT -5
*The stage falls into darkness, the crowd anticipate the arrival of AXW CEO V, but after a few seconds, the lights come back up and the award is still in place. BB Gunn strolls out onto the stage.*
Gunn: As you may know, V is nowhere to be seen nowadays. So on behalf of all of us at AXW and the people from AWF, who put up a huge fight, thank you!
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 29, 2019 9:14:10 GMT -5
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Post by Robbie A on Jan 29, 2019 19:55:50 GMT -5
Static follows Viper's transmission for what seems like an eternity. That is until...
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The familiar voice of Rob Arnold growls. The camera cuts in on what can only be described as a sea view apartment, somewhere not as cold as balls as it is in the UK. The camera swings around to the room, which is plush and well kept, although there appears to be a number of empty whiskey bottles on the draining board of the kitchenette. Rob approaches the camera and looks down.
"What the fuck is this?" He exclaims. The cameraman has handed him an envelope, which he opens rapidly, seemingly wanting this over as quickly as possible.
"Congratulations...you are the 2018 XHF Best Champion Award winner." He reads aloud. "Well of course I was, I beat a fucking bear for it, and I don't see anybody else defending their title successfully in the Rumble, or making defence after defence after defence. Was there even a contest?"
"It, uh, was down to a tie breaker" The cameraman says shyly.
"Tiebreaker? Really? Are we all forgetting the fucking bear? Jesus wept. Well anyway, I suppose I have to thank those that actually voted for me, at least you have some ounce of cranial matter to make correct decisions."
He folds the letter and places it into his pocket.
"Now, you, bugger off, I need to go find more whiskey, and then drink it." He motions his hand as if to shoo the cameraman away and marches off, muttering to himself as he does.
"Fucking tiebreaker...What a mad world we live in."
ooc: Thanks guys, it's 00.51 so I'm tired af and it probably shows, but you guys are great. The run as X*Crown champ was just everything I coulda hoped for, and I'm glad you appreciated it too.
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 29, 2019 21:49:36 GMT -5
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Post by Bobby Barratt on Jan 30, 2019 0:10:10 GMT -5
Bobby: Douchebag?!
Bobby strolls up again, enjoying Jeffrey's awkwardness of awarding him another award.
Bobby: So...another award. It's what makes an Icon and Icon. Trust me. I'm not going anywhere!
Bobby takes a chair and sets it by the side of the stage, cockily so he doesn't have to walk so far next time.
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 30, 2019 2:51:45 GMT -5
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The King
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| 1x FWA Professional Wrestling Champion | | 3x DW World Champion | |1x XHF European Champion|
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Post by The King on Jan 30, 2019 8:44:03 GMT -5
: Oh wow, I'd like to thank my mo- Feargal realizes his mom left him on the streets, remembers he no longer has a mom.: Uhhh, I mean... Um... Uncle Hog- PTSD strikes as he remembers Uncle Hogan left him here.: I'd like to thank... Remembers Copycat is his only friend.: N- no-one... Feargal walks off of the podium and trips, stumbling off of the stage and breaking his neck. Doctors reveal that he will be off with an ACL tear for 6-9 months. Thank god it wasn't his quads.
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 30, 2019 10:00:48 GMT -5
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Post by jamesmueller on Jan 31, 2019 18:46:33 GMT -5
We fade to black from the shirtless guy announcing winners from his 2006 Motorola Razr.
We then open up a little humble gymnasium in downtown Atlanta, the home of the GUNS and the GUN Shows from last year. From above we see an empty ring surrounded by empty bleachers and an empty commentator's table. We then pan across behind the bleachers looking into the empty offices. On the desks in the offices sits stacks of mail, a calendar at October 2018, and a empty sleeping pad for a giant bear.
We then cross fade to the nearby national forest. Nothing. No campsites, no cars, no voodoo people, no zombie bear men. A few squirrels nibble on some acorns and then dart away. The only evidence of human presence being some old car tracks and paw prints that are slowly giving away to mother nature.
We then fade open to Mongo's office, his back to the camera and his desk as he peers out the window. On his desk sits a framed photo of Charlie Velez, smiling with Mongo, but it's most likely photoshopped. Mongo burries his face into his hands as we focus on the photo before crossfading out.
Another crossfade, this time to a still frame of Goldbear's cock and balls from an old GUNS Show. You know the one.
And we crossfade to an empty hotel room, blood on the sheets, blood on the floor, blood on the headboard, blood on the ceiling... We don't need to talk about it.
We crossfade to the top of the rim of the Grand Canyon. A bunch of LVPD vehicles sit near the edge, with a bunch of cops toasting each other whiskey bottles to a job well done. Between and behind the vehicles, from inside the Canyon itself, is a bunch of black smoke fuming out from hundreds of feet down. The cops laugh and entertain each other on their work well done. They dismiss the ambulance as they won't be needed.
We fast forward from a few months ago to the now. The cops are gone, the smoke has cleared, a coyote trots by with a human baby in its mouth in the middle of the night, lit only by a full moon. We pan down the rim, slowly coming up to a burnt out vehicle, crumbled like a soda can and resting on it's roof. The final resting place of the GUNS.
The song fades out as we sit, uncomfortably, at the death site of three beautiful brave young men and their amazingly talented bear.
Just uncomfortable silence on the car, burnt out, on it's roof, on the floor of the Grand Canyon.
Suddenly the trunk of the car pops open and MGK's dead body falls out and hits the ground, spreading ash and dust everywhere.
Fade to black.
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 31, 2019 21:05:06 GMT -5
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Post by strangerdanger on Jan 31, 2019 21:20:56 GMT -5
Supermassive Black Hole hits and everyone who commented first stands looking up to the sky in awe as Terry shits on everyone. Work it out how you want, MGK didn't die and Terry shit directly in Mueller's mouth and who cares he hasn't mattered in a long time. YOU HEAR ME? YOU HEAR ME?
Terry with angel wings is lowered into the ring.
Terry: I've been told I won the award. So thank you to everyone for voting me the best wrestler in the world and the most likely to have sex. All these awards makes me shy. Also most likely to give Copycat syphilis, its all flattering. I just wanna say I started this whole thing and I'll end it along with the rest of you if you don't watch your mouths. Tony Danza Will assist me in demonstrating why.
"Eye of the Tiger" hits and Tony Danza comes waltzing out cause he's a filthy Mook. Terry on the other hand gets a real civil war era cannon at the base of the entrance ramp and aims it at Toiny Danza. As Tony Danza taunts the crowd Terry fires a cannonball at him blowing him through the stage and the building.
Terry: AND THATS HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES.
Terry poses like Shawn Michaels then takes his 30 trophies that he ordered for himself and leaves with his head held up high.
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Post by Mav. on Jan 31, 2019 22:02:11 GMT -5
The music plays through the building as Maverick steps onto the stage, standing at the podium with the award in his hand.
Maverick: "Underrated... heh. It's funny how I'm the one collecting this award after everything I've done within the last month, but, it was about last year."
Maverick: "Sure, I was a champion. Sure, I was losing everything for months. But, fuck it, I had fun doing it. This is actually my first solo award, and I hope there will be more in the future."
Fans start to applaud.
Maverick: "And as Bobby would say... Icon... Out!"
The music plays out for Maverick as he walks off the stage with the award in his hand.
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Feb 1, 2019 9:02:18 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Feb 1, 2019 10:03:55 GMT -5
Felix Ziko appears with a microphone in hand.
Felix: Thank you so much, everyone. AWF works tirelessly to ensure that we provide the best wrestling experience possible. We pride ourselves on not having to resort to weapons and barbaric torture in order to showcase our skills. In fact, we stick to our true values: Athleticism, respect and sportsmanship.
Felix smiles and accepts his award
Felix: Thank you. Without the help from the fans, this could not be possible.
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