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 Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 4:42 am
Give Me Fuel,
Give Me Fire,
Give Me That What I Desire!
However, the music did not continue. Instead, the arena was then plunged into darkness and green spotlights turned on around the arena, randomly turning, seemingly looking for something or someone.
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead...
The stage was then thrown into view as all of the lights turned towards it.
And I see red...
Nuke Fusion then walked out from backstage, looking around. He then broke into a run down the ramp and towards the ring, sliding in and getting to his feet straight away.
Nuke got on a turnbuckle, and looked around as the crowd slowly started their cheers for the GM of FIP.
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Grabbing a microphone, Nuke paced the ring.
"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to FIP!"
The crowd cheered at the name of the brand.
"I'm out here now to give everyone, that means Superstars and Superfans, a big announcement! This particular announcement is about the Florida Heritage Championship, and how it's going to work this time around. You see, I've come up with this idea of how to integrate everyone's interests in to the Championship, and still bring out great maches that everyone will love."
The General Manager paused for a moment, before taking in the atmosphere. He then spoke in to the microphone again.
"My idea IS for everyone's best interests, and that's why I'm going to announce it right now. The Florida Heritage Championship, this time around, is going to be an Inter-Gender Championship!"
Nuke stopped talking, and looked around. There were mixed reactions from the fans, so Nuke decided to make it more clear for everyone.
"Some of you may be thinking that this is a bad idea. Well, fair enough. However, when you have great Diva's like Pheonixfire out back there, who isn't getting enough competition in the Diva's division as she'd like to, you've got to give her chances elsewhere."
Most of the fans now agreed, and cheered for Nuke's idea.
Nuke then paused again, as he had another announcement.
"We do, however, have one slight problem. Our Former Champion, Saint Joey, is still undecided on what brand to choose. But what I'd like to say is that whether it be here at FIP..."
The crowd cheered loudly for their favourite brand.
"Or even if it's WSX..."
There was little to no enthusiasm for WSX, and some fans even boo'd the rival brand.
"I'd just like to say that I want him to be happy wherever he goes. I'd now like someone, anyone, to come out and give their views on the two topics that I have just announced. Come out if you're interested in the Florida Heritage Championship, and what's become of it. Or come out if you're interested in whether Saint Joey will choose FIP or WSX."
The General Manager, 'The Prodigy' Nuke Fusion, then waited for interruption.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 10:26 am
The heretic is always better dead... ((I have a great idea for a storyline with the FH Title. I'll PM you with details!))
There was silence for several seconds as Nuke stood in the ring. The crowd weren't expecting anybody to walk out onto the stage, when suddenly, an 'almost familiar' sound began to play through the arena...
'Saint Jimmy' by Green Day began to blast, and a spark shower was thrown over the entranceway. Saint Joey jumped out from under the sparks, wearing a black shirt and jeans, to an enormous cheer from the crowd. They remembered his matches from the original FIP, and how he was the first ever holder of the Florida Heritage championship. He stood on stage for a second, soaking in the applause, before running full-pace down to the ring and sliding in from under the bottom rope.
He climbed the turnbuckle, raising his arm. In his hand he held a microhphone with the FIP logo. He jumped back down from the turnbuckle, and came face-to-face with Nuke.
"Hey there, Nuke Fusion! Long time no see! But anyway, I'm not here for small talk. I'm here to make some announcements of my own.
As you, and all these fans know, I was the first ever FIP champion of any description. The Florida Heritage title means more to me then most of my other titles. I defeated former FIP champion RYUU SAKAMOTO to win that title! I defended it successfully against Christian Cage in A LADDER MATCH!! And so, I really have no decision to make. I'm coming back to FIP, and I'm going to get... my... title... BACK!!"
The crowd errupted into applause. Any new superstar was a bonus, especially a former champion. He quickly began to talk agai however, before Nuke could say anything back to him.
"Which actually leads me nicely to my next point. You announced moments ago that the title is now inter-gender? Well, I have a few words to say about that, but before I do I have someone to talk to. You mentioned the name Pheonixfire as a challenger to MY title (and rest assured, the title will be mine soon enough)! So Pheonixfire, come on down here and feel what it's like to stand in the presence of a Saint..."
Joey turned towards the entrance ramp, waiting patiently... ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:22 am
"If I gave you the truth,
would it keep you alive?
Though I'm closer to wrong
I'm no further from right
And now I'm convinced on the inside,
something's wrong with me
Convinced on the inside,
you're so much more than me..."
The magnificent sequence of lighting,pyro effects and video that usually accompanied Phoenixfire's entrance hadn't even had the time to be activated by the crew;she'd just stormed out there. She strode down the ramp quite hastily. After hearing Saint Joey's taunting words from the television in her dressing room,she'd felt the need to answer this challenge. If there was one thing she wasn't going to stand for,it was being mocked. And with the Florida Heritage title making them contenders,Phoenixfire knew she had a valid reason to relish for making his life an unrelenting hell. She approached the steel steps,keeping her glare focused on Saint Joey as she crossed onto the apron. Phoenix stepped through the ropes and sauntered over to the center of the ring,snatching a microphone from the hands of a timid referee.
"Stand in the presence of a saint?"
Phoenixfire could barely contain the sneer that crossed her face as she spoke. Was this man serious,she thought to herself as she thought of what to say next,hell,is this company serious?
"I'm certainly keeping company with a sinner. And that's something I'm well acquainted with. Which means I'm far from afraid of coming toe to toe with one of the 'boys'. What makes you think this title is yours? What makes you so confident you can take me on? Is it the fact that I'm female that you think I'm another easy defeat?"
Phoenixfire began circling Saint Joey like she was stalking prey. She cackled as she turned back to face her challenger as she unveiled her trademark devilish grin.
"I'd revel in the simple task of breaking every bone in your body then sending your useless carcass back in a cardboard box to WSX."
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:08 pm
The heretic is always better dead... Joey simply grinned back. He wasn't phased by Pheonixfire's cocky attitude. His confidence showed as he stood in the centre of the ring. He laughed heartily at her last comment, despite the fact he was supposed to be intimidated.
"Haha... WSX. Been there, won that title. Trust me, I can take it. But this isn't about WSX... this is about ME and the FLORIDA... HERITAGE... CHAMPIONSHIP!"
Joey suddenly took a step forward, getting in Pheonix's face. His faced donned a more serious expression, and his voice became rough with hatred and anger...
"Do you know who you are talking to? You are talking to an FIP ORIGINAL! I was the first person through those doors to this federation. I was the person who paved the way for that title. For you to walk in here, and claim you are going to 'take' my title is a JOKE! You have proved nothing to me, to our GM, or to anybody else in this arena!"
The crowd began to boo Joey's comments. They obviously thought that Pheonixfire HAD proven her worth, and was more then ready to hold the title around her waist.
"Let me make this clear to you, and clear to the other women in the back; your place isn't in this ring. Your place isn't with MY championship around your waist! Your place is in the kitchen, making my dinner! The closest you women will EVER get to this gold is if I'm wearing it while you sleep with me, like the dirty whores that you are!"
Every member of the audience began to boo at Joey. The person they once saw as a champion had become a bitter, mysoginistic jerk. A few men cheered, but they were drowned out by the others. Security guards were trying to stop girls from getting over the barricade to attack Joey. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:07 pm
((I'm sorry if this isn't really all that great...I'm trying to think of things to have her say and I seem to be running into writer's block. I seriously need to work on my promo skills.))
Phoenixfire felt her blood begin to boil as Saint Joey finished belittling who she was and what she had worked towards. And the icing on the so-called cake was what he had said abut women in general. Oh,the words were still resonating in her ears. He sounded so old-fashioned! Phoenixfire inhaled as she stepped away to get out of Joey's face,propping against the ropes. She hadn't felt so angry,so upset since months prior when she was feuding with Nightshade. At least the crowd was seemingly behind her,knowing that she'd busted her a** to get to where she was. Phoenixfire took a few moments to gather her thoughts before she dared approached her adversary once again.
"You...you p***k. I've held the gold before and I'll hold it again if I damn well please. My place isn't in this ring? Wait,did I hear the word 'whore'? I don't know what woman would want to sleep with your sorry a**. When I win "your" championship and pry it from your cold,dead body,I will enjoy proving you wrong. As would every woman in the arena. Trust me,I'm fixing to do a big favor for every one of 'em."
Phoenixfire threw her mic down as she leapt towards Saint Joey with one fist aimed at his face and the other attempting to grab him by the collar of his shirt.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:21 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey backed away slightly, the first fist skimming the edge of his cheek. He was grabbed by the collar, grinning all the while. He liked women with fight in 'em.
He chuckled slightly as he likewise grabbed her collar, trying to pull her in close. The grin faded, and his face was left almost emotionless, with just a small hint of anger. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 12:01 pm
Phoenixfire stopped after a moment,realizing that Saint Joey had gotten a grip on her shirt collar and was reeling her in closer. Oh s**t, she thought as she tried to pull away from his grasp realizing the mood shift that played across his face. He was pissed. And as she thought about it more in the brief moments after she tried to break free from his hold,it dawned on her that pissed was a giant understatement. Fear began take hold of her as she tried to push away from him,failing miserably in the attempt. Phoenixfire knew from this encounter that she had a behemoth of an opponent standing in her way,an obstacle to the gold that was like no other that she'd encountered before.
"Get your hands off of me!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 2:49 pm
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was indeed angry. But he could control it... for now. He pushed slightly, taking his grip off of Pheonixfire's shirt. His face turned into a sadistic smile.
"I bet that's the first time you've said that to anybody."
He lifted his head slightly, looking down on her. He brushed himself off, straightening his shirt, and calmly resumed speaking into his mic...
"Well then... If you're 'confident' that you can beat me, then why don't we make it official? Nuke, get over here, make the announcement we all wanna hear." ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 8:50 am
"Okay then. As a warm-up tonight, it will be Saint Joey..."
There were boo's from all over the arena, covering up the small amount of cheers from die-hard Joey fans and sexist men.
"...Facing off against Pheonixfire, in a Singles match!"
The crowd went ballistic at Pheonixfire's name. She was certaintly a fan favourite.
"Then, when the next Pay-Per-View comes up, we will have these two contenders face off in some kind of stipulation match. However, the details of their match at the PPV wont be given away that easily."
ANNOUNCER 1: "So there's going to be an Inter-Gender match tonight between Saint Joey and Pheonixfire, and then another match at the Pay-Per-View to show who really is dominant!"
"So, Ladies and Gentlemen, as for the match...Start guessing..."
Nuke then looked from Joey to Pheonix, before dropping and rolling out of the ring. He then made his way backstage.
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