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 Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:35 am
The following contest is a TRIPLE CAGE MATCH, and is for the WWE:E Evolution Championship. The only way to win is to make your way to the top of the three cages, collect the championship belt hanging above the roof of the topmost cage, then make your way back down and walk out through the cage door to the outside with the belt in hand.
Introducing first... ((Management note: IDEALLY the match should reach 5 pages before a serious attempt is made to exit the first cage. After all, this is the main event of WWE:E's equivalent to WrestleMania, and we wouldn't want a repeat of last year's lackluster performance, now would we?))
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 12:10 pm
Show me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet
Now dance, ********, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by the Offspring hits the PA as the jam packed arena explodes with cheers for the Cuban and Japanese hero, Hiro Shin-Mozas. The rhythmic beat of the song picks up, and finally as the chorus begins, Hiro pops out from the back, extremely energized and extremely excited. This was his first ever shot at the Evolution Championship in his four years as a member of tbe WWE:E roster, and he was going to win this championship here tonight, no matter what. No Storm, no Devastation, and certainly no Kid was going to stop him tonight. Hiro showed that even after he fell victim to the racism of Freakshow and Jamie Bader, he was still a strong and competent wrestler when he beat the unholy crud out of Boxer to qualify for this match. Making hs way down the ramp, Hiro finally reached the ring, with the giant stricture stopping him in his tracks. The refs opened he door for him, and the Cuban-Jap entered the cage, receiving a huge pop from the crowd. "Introducing first....weighing in at 243 pounds...from Havana, Cuba by way of Tokyo, Japan...He is the "Mixed Hero"....Hiro.....Shin...MOZAS!" Once again the crowd popped as Hiro began to wave to them and throw up his arms happily. This was it! Show time! The music died out and Hiro walked about the ring, surveying the structure whule waiting for his opponents.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 1:12 pm
The lights in the arena went dark as, for the first time since Heatwave, a heavy drum beat hit the PA system, which was soon joined by the driving bass line of Manowar's Warriors of the World. Once the bass line began, the stage itself began to glow from within with a pulsing red and gold light, and a single spotlight began to shine upward from the center of the stage as the guitar screamed. Major's silhouette soon started to become visible as he was slowly raised from under the stage. When the lift stopped, the illumination in the arena returned and the Master of Disaster's red and gold mood lighting took over, revealing the Jarhead Juggernaut standing in the center of the stage with his empty hands at his sides, clenched into fists. The Devil Dog thrust his hand into the air and gave a mighty roar, causing his pyro to erupt (along with a loud barrage of jeers) around him. After months of being sidelined due to a concussion, with his legal team "persuading" the board of directors to enter him in the match in lieu of the one-on-one rematch he was entitled to but previously unable to take due to lack of medical clearance, Devastation took a good long look at the imposing structure before starting down the ramp, exuding both confidence and arrogance as he mostly ignored the members of the audience. MANY STAND AGAINST US, BUT THEY WILL NEVER WIN!
WE SAID WE WOULD RETURN, AND HERE WE ARE AGAIN
TO BRING THEM ALL DESTRUCTION, SUFFERING AND PAIN
WE ARE THE HAMMER OF THE GODS! WE ARE THUNDER, WIND AND RAIN!
THERE THEY WAIT IN FEAR WITH SWORDS IN FEEBLE HANDS
WITH DREAMS TO BE A KING, FIRST, ONE SHOULD BE A MAN!
I CALL THEM OUT AND CHARGE THEM ALL WITH A LIFE THAT IS A LIE
AND IN THEIR FINAL HOUR, THEY SHALL CONFESS BEFORE THEY DIE!" Introducing the next challenger, weighing in at 285 pounds, from San Antonio, Texas...HE IS THE BEST IN THE BUSINESS...HE IS THE MASTER OF DISASTER, MAJOR DEVASTATION!!!" As he reached the ringside area, he tested the tension on the cage wall before entering the structure and performed a standing leap onto the ring apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring itself. He quickly ascended to the second turnbuckle and began taunting the crowd.
BROTHERS EVERYWHERE
RAISE YOUR HANDS INTO THE AIR!
WE'RE WARRIORS!
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD!
LIKE THUNDER FROM THE SKY
SWORN TO FIGHT AND DIE!
WE'RE WARRIORS!
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD!
After a few moments of taunting, he hopped down and took his place in the corner, waiting for the remaining two competitors as he stared straight up through the cages above him...or more accurately, at HIS WWE:E Evolution Championship, which was suspended above the top of the massive structure.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 11:17 am
The crowd was eagerly awaiting one of the final two participants in the match, and with good reason this was the Main Event of the evening. A Triple Cage Match for the WWE:E Evolution Championship, and at WWE:E flagship Pay-Per View The Crusade no less. The tension and importance of this match was so powerful that it was almost suffocating. Finally the silence is broken by a Loud bang it was followed after the sound of a flute playing. The flute was soon replaced with a hard guitar riff. As the guitar riff kept playing a thick fog was consuming the stage and in the dead center of it was a Coffin. A loud thumping sound could be heard coming from the coffin as finally the coffin door was knocked down to reveal Omega inside, his eyes closed as he stood there almost lifeless. Omega finally opened his eyes and began slowly walking down the aisle, his body was painted as if he was stitched together from various different corpses. His outfit was also not his usual one as he was wearing very baggy pants with a touch of purple to them, he adorned the pants with a ragged sash of gray and purple. He wore his mask and gloves per usual but was only wearing tape on his feet and a Kukui necklace. He kept trekking down slowly to the ring as the fans were slightly disturbed at the sight of him, it didn't help that Omega made like he was going to bite some of them. Finally the announcer decided to do his job and announce the man's stats. "Introducing the next participant, he weighed in tonight at 226lbs. He is currently residing in the city of Sakai in Japan's Osaka Prefecture. He is 'The Mad Masked Merc With A Mouth' this is OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMEEEEEGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"Omega had made it to ringside and stare at the structure he was going to enter and be competing in for the very first time in WWE:E. He removed his necklace and gave it to a ringside attendant as he stepped up on the steel steps and then into the ring slowly. He entered and walked toward a neutral corner and gave a blank stare to both Major Devastation and Hiro, he stood there awaiting the last man to enter so they could begin what was sure to be a slaughterhouse style brawl.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 9:16 pm
"SHAN-A-HAN! SHAN-A-HAN! SHAN-A-HAN!" The fans were on their feet chanting the name of the last entrant of the Triple Cage, waiting for the WWE:E Evolution Champion to make his appearance. Time carried on without any sign of his entrance, but the chants remained strong. It seemed that The Storm's hype was managing to somehow carry on since his return. Like a God answering the cries of his people, the sound of deafening thunder broke through the air, strong enough to send the lights into a seizure of dysfunction. Before they could recover, a bright flash filled the area... and then there was darkness. No lights, no emergency power, not even cellphones seemed to light the arena. A lone guitar began to quietly play over the sound system, mixing in with the distinct sound of raindrops hitting steel. The fans closest to the entrance ramp and the ring began to shout loudly, but not because they were getting wet. They cheered because it meant their champion was coming to defend his title. Short Change Hero - The HeavyThe slow, haunting intro to the familiar theme music echoed through the darkness, building hope in the Shanahan fans in the massive room. While the titantron typically showed images of The God of Punks' latest success in the company, tonight it showed nothing but storm clouds with lightning coursing through them. The ramp began to emit a dim light through the thick fog that hovered over it, revealing two lines of men and women in black hooded trenchcoats, symbolic of Shanahan's latest style change. In each right hand was the symbolic weapon of The God of Punks, almost invisible in the dark arena. They slowly lined the wide ramp until they were perfectly lined to the door of the cage. One row at a time, the army of trenchcoat clad figures pointed the head of their baseball bats to the ground and fell to a knee, resting their hands on the top of the hilt of the legendary "Punkville Slugger" replicas. After the men and women finished their kneeling ritual, the music stopped and the ramp's lights flickered off, once again leaving nothing in sight. "SHANAHAN!" Shouted one obnoxious fan, causing the rest of them to erupt once more. And with them... BOOM!!!A thunder-clap with the force of a sonic boom shook the arena as a bolt of lightning struck the center of the stage, causing a small flame to spark around it. As if on queue, the lights came with a dark-blue hue, just barely giving the fans a glimpse of their surroundings The dim lights revealed that it had indeed been drizzling on the stage, ramp, and around the ring; the ramp itself was hardly visible through the thick screen of fog that covered it. The figures lining the ramp were covered in the rain, water sliding off of their leather trenchcoats as they remained in their kneeling positions.The music kicked back in, now with a distinct drum beat to it. The center of the stage was wide open, and a figure began to slowly rise from it... I can't see where you comin' from,
But I know just what you runnin' from.
And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" but,
The ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, baby...The figure continued to rise up from the hole in the stage as the song played; his head was covered by a black hood, attached to a long, black leather trenchcoat. His head was kept down to hide his face from view, even though the roaring fans knew who he was. The platform kept rising as the song went on and the drizzling rain slid off of his trenchcoat. "And introducing the champion: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 326 pounds... He is The God of Punks, The Storm, THE WWE:E EVOLUTION CHAMPIOOOOOOON... Matt SHAAAAN-A-HAAAAN!"And you feel like you're feelin' now,
Doin' things just to please your crowd.
But I love you like the way I love you,
And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you 'cause...As the first verse finished, the platform ended it's rise to the the stage. Matt Shanahan lifted his head to stare down at the ring, his competition stood: Hiro Shin-Mozas, Omega, and the one he knew all too well, Major Devastation. His right hand was gripped around his legendary weapon, the 'Punk-ville Slugger', only loosening to give the bat a single twirl to his side. The chorus began as The Storm slowly began to step down the ramp, well protected from the rain thanks to his hooded coat. This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero to call "home."
This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero to call "home."As he moved down the ramp, some fans would dare say he was simply floating through the fog in his way, as his legs seem to just barely stride down the metallic walkway. On the last two lines of the chorus, Matt stopped in the middle of the ramp to slightly turn his head to the left and right, taking in the size of the cheering crowd. His eyes traced down to glance at the men and women kneeling at his side; his army, the truest followers of the Storm. Once he began to pace down to the ring again, a flash of lightning ripped across the roof of the arena, causing the dark-blue lighting to go out once more. Every time I close my eyes, I think,
I think about you inside.
And your mother, givin' up on askin' why -
Why you lie, and you cheat, and you try to make
A fool outta she...Three more bells chimed as the bridge was sang through-out the arena. Each time, there was a quick flash of light to give the fans a split-second view of what was happening; Matt was still making his way to the ring. With each flash, he was closer. It was almost haunting to see the black-clad figure suddenly moving positions through the rain and darkness. I can't see where you comin' from...The drumbeat kicked back in on queue, the dark-blue lighting throughout the arena returning with it. He stood at the entrance of the Triple Cage, staring up at the top of the structure where HIS Evolution Championship hung. It was going to be a long night, but by the end of it, he would have it back around his waist. He slowly tilted his head back down to stare into the ring, glancing at the three men in the ring. The only three obstacles in his path. Breaking his usual ritual, Matt pulled his hood back to reveal the entirety of his facial features, allowing the rain to course over his face. His cold, black stare locked onto each man in the ring, finishing on the Devil Dog. The Storm removed his trenchcoat slowly and tossed it to the side, leaving his torso bare to the water falling from the ceiling. But I know just what you're runnin' from.
And what matters ain't the "who's baddest," but the
Ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, 'cause...Right before the chorus began, The Storm took his time to step into the threshold of the cage. Once his feet were inside, he reached back and grabbed the chain-link of the cell door before the referees could, pulling on it roughly with a small display of his strength. The metal frame slammed into place, rattling the cage and echoing through the arena. On impact, another booming thunder to echo through the arena; a lightning bolt followed and shot across the ceiling overhead as the lights flowed back into their normal, colorless hue. The drizzling rain stopped, leaving the outside area and the ramp wet, along with some unfortunate fans who paid a well earned salary for their Front Row Seats. This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero to call "home."The God of Punks brought his head up to stare into the ring at the three men before climbing into the ring, stepping over the top rope in classic Shanahan style. Once in the ring, his eyes met once more with each man while he slowly backed into his corner, telling each of them that they were locked in with him until he decided otherwise. Until he walked out with his championship. The champion flexed his gloves, making sure the leather was tight enough to help him with his climb tonight... With the largest competitor in the ring, the annual Triple-Cage could officially begin. -DING DING-
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 8:23 am
Now that everyone was accounted for, it was time for the Master of Disaster to get payback for the concussion that had him shelved. The second the bell sounded, Major charged at Shanahan, looking to start this match off with an impact as he attempted to deliver his signature Shock and Awe yakuza kick right off the bat!
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 10:50 am
Hiro looked around at his other opponents, and finally, as the crowd got extremely loud, the ref called for the bell. Unsure of what to do, Hiro backed into a corner, and waited to see the other competitors makr their first moves.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 11:22 am
If there was one thing Shanahan was expecting, it would be Major wanting a shot at some form of redemption tonight. Up against his corner, the only logical way to deal with the maneuver was to attempt to dodge to the side, leaving the Devil Dog nothing but turnbuckle to kick.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:03 pm
Okay, now Hiro saw an opportunity to do damage! Matt got out of the way of Major's kick, leaving him right there in the corner. Sprinting across the ring, Hiro looked to deliver a hard body spalsh to Major and crush him in the corner! If successful, Hiro would than take hold of Major's hand and attempt to irish whip him across the ring!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 3:05 am
Omega stood in the neutral corner he had chosen and watched as the other three were already going at it. He had no real enemies here but he had a real desire for the Evolution championship and the man holding it. Omega would attempt to go for an attempt at a Running Dropkick on him. Why the not so subtle approach, this match has no subtlety is why.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:31 am
It would appear that letting his hot temper override his ring instincts was something Major could chalk up in the really bad ideas column. His foot caught nothing but air as Shanahan evaded the yakuza kick, and the Devil Dog had so much momentum going in that he not only racked himself on the top rope, but ended up tumbling over the top. On the bright side, Devastation did manage to grab the middle rope as he went over to control his fall, landing at the foot of the ring, holding his jewels as he mentally went over just how much of a bad idea that was.
Needless to say, there was nobody home in the corner when Hiro came in for the splash.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:53 am
Hiro had been looking to splash before Major went over the ropes, but he just wasnt fast enough. As Hiro leaped into the corner, he held out his arms and grabed the top ropes, landing on the middle ones. Skipping the part where he tried to keep his balance, Hiro leaped fron the corner and out of the ring, attempting to land on Major in some way, shape or form!
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 10:26 pm
Just as Matt dodged out of the way of the Yakuza Kick, he became target for another kick. Omega's dropkick connected with Matt's side, catching him off guard and sending him against the ropes. The Storm managed to grab onto the top rope and steady himself before flopping over, keeping two in the ring at the least.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:29 pm
Looks like this is a case of "out of the frying pan and into the fire" for Major, when a flying Hiro crashed into him. After all, there wasn't much he could do about it, being curled up in a fetal position, nursing his manhood and whatnot.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:49 am
Hiro crash landed on Major, thankfully using the Devil Dog to cushion his fall. Following the move,
Hiro got back up as quickly as he could, addressing the loud pop the crowd was giving him! He threw up an arm and smiled, and looked to quickly keep on the offensive by stomping on Major's legs!
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