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| Aftermath of Chronicles 92 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 17 2007, 10:10 PM (159 Views) | |
| Nate Wiley | May 17 2007, 10:10 PM Post #1 |
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“I Do This Shit” by Young Jeezy booms throughout the speakers in the POW arena, Coming out of the curtains The Rookie makes his way to the ring, crowd delivers him with a mixed reaction, before he walks down the ramp, The Rookie Flexes his muscles, and kissing his bicep. ![]() The Rookie walks down the ramp and enters The ring by sliding under the bottom rope. The ring announcer gives The Rookie a mic. The Rookie turns the mic on. The Rookie: I am sure you all seen Chronicles 92 when I went one on one with the Gladiator Champ, Hanibal. Crowd roars as they recognize Hanibal’s name John Perez: Listen to the crowd, they know who Hanibal is Dom Kean: Yeah, yeah, Yeah, who gives a fuck? The Rookie: As you know, The rookie came up a bit short, but hey what does that matter. It wasn’t for the title and to be quite honest I believe that the outcome of that match would have been different if the gold was up for grabs….But enough of the past, lets talk about the future. The Rookie walks forward and leans on the ropes. The Rookie: What? You all thought I was just going to curl in a shell and cry? Hell No! Today is a new day and I am ready for action. Yea I lost my first match, but what does that prove, I mean I did face a champion on my debut match, and be honest yall didn’t I give him a run for his money? Crowd gives The Rookie a mixed answer Dom Kean: I am not going to lie, I doubt this kid’s ability, but I have to say that he did give hanibal something to think about. John Perez:There’s no doubt about that, That was a damn good match. The Rookie: That’s just my first step here in the POW and I am not backing down from anyone, and don’t think for one second that I am going to be an easy win because you’re wrong. Dom Kean: Well, for his first match back from a hiatus, The Rookie showed he still got something in the tank. John Perez: Yea, I have to agree, that match won by hanibal wasn’t an easy task. The Rookie: That’s what brings me here, and I want anyone in the back who thinks they can top my abilities in the ring to step forward and state your name. Oh yea, I hope you bring your “A” game to the stage because I am not lighting up for no one. I came to the POW to show the world what I am all about, and I do plan on showing the next competitor what is really good because The Rookie… Crowd: WHO?!? The Rookie: The Rookie... Damnit! Crowd: Who!!??! The Rookie: The Rookie, yall fuckers know who I am, Some of you know what I can do, and I want to show you all before I sit here again trying to tell you all. Dom Kean: The Rookie seems as if he got a lot to show, but I wonder if he can though. John Perez:This is the POW where its not an art, until your blood, sweat, and tears covers the entire canvas. Dom Kean: I think the rookie is aware of the John. The Rookie: So, please if you got the ball size of brazil nuts to step in the ring with me at Chronicles 93 then bring your happy ass down here. Not now…but RIGHT NOW! Dom Kean: The Rookie has invited anyone to the ring to challenge him, but who will it be? John Perez: Whomever it is will have they’re hands full because from what we seen The Rookie has some talent. Dom Kean: Oh yeah, Its just like he said, “They’ll need to bring they’re “A” game”. The Rookie drops the mic, and waits for a response from anyone in the POW locker room |
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| The Wolves of Oblivion | May 18 2007, 02:01 AM Post #2 |
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("Ridin' the Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon hits. The Rookie looks to the back, confused, wondering if he's being challenged by somebody straight out of the 1980's. ...as it turns out, he's 1/11th right. A clusterfuck of wrestlers come out of the back, to the mockery and laughter of the audience. They are led by a heavyset man in a puffy shirt, with a goofy moustache and tights that are painfully tight across his genitals. Following him is a taller man, wearing a very crappy looking robot costume. As he makes loud beeping noises, he is followed by a man on a bicycle, who hands out religious pamplets to the crowd. Following him is a guy in purple pants and a purple vest, who looks kind of like Mr. T. After him, a bald guy in jean shorts with about four teeth who is holding a soccer ball. And after him, a literal knight in shining armor. After that comes a geeky kid who is wearing all black. He is very skinny and terrified at being in front of everybody. And after that, a Brazilian man in a grass skirt, who is wearing a huge wooden mask, who is waving a spear. And then a gigantic man, seven inches over six feet, wearing a straw hat and overalls, barefoot. Then a skinny little guy with a small afro and brown trunks and boots. And the caboose of this train of idiots is a guy in a duck costume. The are: The Merchant of Menace Wrestlebot 9000 The Witness Mo'Fo The Hooligan Sir Martin of Martinburrow Blooddeath Stormraven Bongo the Witch Doctor Jim John Hooter Mosquito and Duck Lewis They swarm the ring, surrounding Rookie as his eyes bulge, not in fear, but in a blank stupor at the idiocy around himself.) Rookie: ...what... Merchant: Hello, young Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrookie! Wrestlebot 9000: HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! The Witness: Pamplet? Wrestlebot 9000: HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! Mo'Fo: Sup you goddamn motherfucker? Sir Martin: Greatings and salutations, yon knave! Jim John Hooter: Howdy. Mosquito: Hey Rookie! Hey hey hey! (Bongo begins jumping around Rookie, waving a fake wand around as if he's casting a spell. Duck Lewis flaps his wings, and Blooddeath Stormraven just hides in a corner, trying to look like he's brooding.) Merchant: I heeeeeeeeeeeear... that yooooooooooou... are in.... NEED! Of... an... opponent? (Sir Martin draws his sword.) Sir Martin: Have at thee! Jim John Hooter: WOOOOO! Hooligan: Oi, we 'anna an'er 'ee shallen'! (Rookie massages his temples.) Rookie: ...what... (The Witness walks up to him, offering him a religions pamplet.) Wrestlebot 9000: ISSUE CHALLENGE START! CHALLENGE NOW! CHALLENGE BEING INITIATED! Sir Martin: Avast, you slattern! Mo'Fo: Mothafucka! (Rookie waves his hands around.) Rookie: Please... please, just stop with the schtick for a second. Mosquito: This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S. Rookie: Stop it. Mosquito: THIS SHIT IS BANANAS! B-A-N-A-N-A-S! Merchant: Gentlemen! Please, silence yourselves as I issue! ...Our challenge to Mr... Rookie. Wrestlebot 9000: INITIATING SILENCE! Merchant: We hear your challenge, young... SIR! And.... we... Wrestlebot 9000: SILENCE 10% COMPLETE! Merchant: ...we... Wrestlebot 9000: SILENCE 15% COMPLETE! (Blooddeath Stormraven walks over to the back of Wrestlebot, and taps him a few times. Wrestlebot 9000 stands up, pointing out his arms.) Wrestlebot 9000: DESTROY! DESTROY! (He chases Blooddeath Stormraven, who shrieks like a woman, around the ring.) Wrestlebot 9000: DESTROY! DESTROY! DESTROY! Mo'Fo: We wanna take you on, fool! One by one! Merchant: Dammit, Darnell, I wanted to do it! Mo'Fo: ...sorry. Merchant: I hate you! (He stomps a few times, and paces as they wait for Rookie to respond...) |
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| Mr. Vain | May 18 2007, 10:33 AM Post #3 |
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Before the Rookie can reply (primarily because he doesn’t know what to say to these idiots) Mr. Vain comes storming out of the back and down the ramp carrying the chair he stole from the cafeteria. Duck is the closest at the bottom of the ramp and he flaps his wings furiously at Vain. Vain hoofs The Merchant of Menice’s dropped Yorick skull directly into ducks nuts (QWACK!); Duck collapses holding himself. Sir Martin cries, “Ho, Varlet!” and charges up the ramp with his sword raised. Vain raises the chair to defend himself but Martin swings too early and gets the sword caught in the ramp. Unfortunately, Sir Martin’s momentum carries him forward and he crotches himself onto the hilt of his sword (Oucheth!). The sword bent, just a little, under Sir Martin’s weight and momentum and Martin’s feet actually left the ground and he hung, impaled on the hilt, helpless in front of Vain for one second. The only second that was needed. Vain slammed the chair over Sir Marin’s helmut, jamming it over his ears and eyes. The sword snapped and Martin collapsed to the ramp. Vain leaned over him, “Where are you pies now, bitch!” Blooddeath Stormraven began running in panicky little circles, shrieking even louder, while Wrestlebot 9000 started shouting “DANGER, DANGER!” Mo’fo and the Merchant looked at each other nervously and pushed Jim John Hooter forward with a “Gettum Jim!” Vain drops his now mangled chair (damn helmet) and strides towards Jim, “WHHHHHOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEE! I’m gonna make you squeal like a big, boy!” Vain ducks the huge looping haymaker and lunges forward, locking in a T-Bone suplex and heaving Jim up and over, dropping all 344 pounds of southerner onto his head. To his credit (or perhaps to his lack of brain power) he starts trying to get right back up but Vain picks up his mangled chair and drops Billy Jim Joe Bob with a baseball swing. Blooddeath Stormraven makes a panicked dash for freedom and runs right into Vain who presses him over his head and tosses him like a lawn dart into the ring post. Vain has a feral grin on his face and is probably enjoying this a little too much. Wrestlebot 9000 grabs Vain from behind in a bear hug (Self Destruct Initiate!). Vain struggles but just can’t seem to break the hold. The ‘ooligan smiles and takes his time lining Vain up, while the Merchant and Mo’fo cheer him on. The ‘ooligan charges forward with a scream (‘ee’or’guv’nor!), Vain backs Wrestlebot 9000 into the railing, jarring him enough for Vain to power out of the bear hug just in time to get out of the way. The ‘ooligan slams his bionic forehead into Wrestlebots chest, crushing his cardboard robot outfit and flipping him into the crowd, who quickly begin ripping off pieces of robot. The ‘ooligan leans over the railing to check on his comrade (‘orrie) and Vain locks in the Beauty Sleep (Tazzmission). The Wrestlebot 9000 (DAMAGE REPORT, SHIELDS AT 20%!) gets up and Vain slams the ‘ooligans forehead into 9000’s head (SHIELDS DOWN!) once, and twice (DOES NOT COMPute…). Wrestlebot 9000 collapses and Vain then drops the passed out body of the ‘ooligan on top of him. Watching all this from inside the ring the Witness finally snaps and launches himself at Vain from the top rope. Unfortunately, he misses and crashes to the ground with a thud, pamphlets fluttering to the ground all around him like badly written snow. Mo’fo has circled around the ring and now Vain is trapped between him and the Merchant. “We’s gunna f*ck you up now, motherf*cker! What the f*ck you f*ckin’ gunna do ‘bout that?” “InDEED! You stand… no chance, nochanceat… ALL!” As they close on Vain, Doctor Bongo begins the voodoo curse dance, throwing chicken parts in Vain’s general direction. A handful of chicken livers hits the Merchant in the back of the head, distracting him as Mo’fo charges Vain. Vain catches Mo’fo in a belly to belly suplex tossing him into the Merchant who had just turned to yell at Bongo. As the two men get to their feet Vain grabs a chair from the crowd and KILLS (not really, but it does look painful) the Merchant. Vain then hammers Mo’fo as well but his ‘fro appears to absorb most of the blow (Hah, mutherf*cka), so Vain hits him again (motherfucker) and again (mommy?) and Mo’fo is down. Vain turns on Bongo, whose eyes widen under the mask. Bongo starts dancing harder, frantically chanting and throwing animal bits at Vain. Vain walks forward; chair in hand, when Bongo finishes his spell with a flourish blowing powder in Vain’s face. Vain freezes and Bongo leans in expectantly. Vain suddenly sneezes and Bongo jumps up and down cheering (It worked! It worked!). Before Vain can do anything Bongo slips on some chicken guts and falls hard, knocking himself out. Suddenly, the Mosquito is there, peppering Vain with rights and lefts, bobbing around with sudden, darting movements. “Too fast, too fast, can’t hit what you can’t catch. Whatcha gonna do? Huh?Huh?Huh?Huh?Huh?Huh?Huh?Huh?Huh?” Vain’s hand thrusts out grabbing Mosquito by the throat, “You, I need.” Vain picks up Mo’fo’s mic and drags the gagging Mosquito back to the ramp, but stops and turns to the Rookie. “You know what? That didn’t do it. That wasn’t enough. Mr. Vain is in a really, REALLY bad mood and thugging his flunkies only took the edge off. So, Rookie, if you’re still looking for an opponent, look no further than Mr. Vain!” The crowd cheers, because it looks like a real match might be happening. “But Mr. Vain doesn’t just want a match that can end with a quick 1-2-3, or a sudden tap out. No, Mr. Vain has a lot more anger to work out than that. Mr. Vain wants a Last Man Standing match! Just two guys beating the living sh!t out of each other until only one can stand. Well Rook, do you want to fight these Morons and do you want a real fight?” Vain waits for the Rookie to reply. |
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| Nate Wiley | May 18 2007, 11:02 AM Post #4 |
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The Rookie looking confused at the mayhem that has just occurred, but looks in the direction of Mr. Vain, The Rookie then picks up the mic he dropped, and responds. The Rookie: First, I don’t know who the fuck these morons are, and where in the name of fuck did they come from? Whomever you fuckers are yall need to go to an insane asylum, or get a monthly check because you all done fell and bumped your damn heads. Crowd laughs The Rookie: Now, Mr. Vain your offer is very tempting and I accept your challenge, but you want to see me in a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH? Mr. Vain nods his head in approval The Rookie: You want it you got it! Dom Kean: I agree with you rook, who the fuck are these guys. They look like as if they came from mars or some shit. John Perez: Whomever they are, they sure do have a lot of balls. The Rookie: Mr. Vain, like I said before, you better bring your “A” game because I am not lighting up for a muthafucka! “I Do this Shit” by Young Jeezy pops the speakers, The Rookie slides under the bottom rope but exit’s the ring area through the crowd. As he leaves he shakes his head in disapproval of the first group of men. Leaving Mr. Vain with his answer to his challenge. |
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