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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 5:03 pm
The fans were stirring all about the arena, finding their seats before the fourteenth edition of Monday Massacre began! The Nationwide Arena was filled with a sea of people, all sitting in wait for the first event in Ohio! Not to mention, this was the anniversary show! A full year of Bad Blood! It was definitely a sight to behold! Suddenly, the opening riff to Hell or Highwater's "Crash and Burn" resonated through the building, the song that had become known as Monday Massacre's theme tune. The fans let out a joyous cheer for at the realization that the show was beginning. It seemed like the beloved General Manager would be opening the show, much like he used to do with every show! Life is a long, long road I know,
Take it one day at a time!
But days are wasted,
I cant replace 'em.
If I'm not mistaken,
I don't have time for this!
The nights are getting longer and longer,
I swear that I used to be stronger.
But I wont forget that I can't regret where I've been,
So until then I'll say... Right before the chorus struck, a tall, muscular figure ran out on stage with a velvet bag in his hand. The moment he pushed through the curtain, the fans screamed in approval to greet him despite the events of last week. Wearing his black jeans, a black "The National" muscle shirt, and his signature aviators to hide his eyes, it was none other than the General Manager himself, Matt Shanahan. A wide grin etched his features as he gazed across the large crowd filling the arena. This was such a phenomenal moment for him; his show had come so far in just a year! With his grin in check, Matt quickly began his trek down to the ring, slapping a few high fives along the way. Crash and burn, my friend!
I'll see you at the bottom of the
Deep, dark blue descend!
This is the end!
Begin again!The God of Punks' movements were quick, considering there was a bounce of energy in every step he took. He jogged up the steel steps and stepped over the top rope with ease, entering the squared circle. He stopped short of the center of the ring to grab a microphone from underneath the bottom turnbuckle. He continued towards the middle of the ring afterwards where a podium awaited, which was soon the holding place for that velvet bag he brought out. Afterwards, he began to speak before the tech-crew could even turn off his music. "Goddamn COLUMBUS! HOW YA DOIN' TONIGHT!?" He screamed into the microphone, getting a roaring ovation in return. The classic smirk on his lips became a wide grin at the notion of being present to such a crowd. "That's what I like to hear! This is the crowd I love to see, especially on such a huge night! But before I diverge onto that note, I gotta ask... how many of you watched Solar Slam?"With his question, the crowd let out another wild roar to give him a positive response. "Damn, a good bit of you then, huh?! I'm glad to hear it, because Solar Slam might be the best show we've had since we started this company! It's definitely the note I want to end Year One on! God, there was so much action packed into that show, wasn't there? We saw Salem Croft finally take on Freakshow, we saw the Aiden Covell and Jake Roman series come to an end, we crowned Brody ********' Robinson as our new OECW Seasons Champion, Marshall Lee overthrow Serenno King, Seita Gray retire the legendary Harli Drummond, Blackjack overcome the challenge of AJ Warner, and... God! It was just filled with excitement! And how about that Lord of Summer winner, right?!"Matt lowered his aviators with a finger and winked at the camera, for some reason that was unknown to the audience. "But, tonight is not just about the Solar Slam fall-out. Tonight marks one year of Bad Blood Wrestling. Tonight, we celebrate a full year of carnage, mayhem, and success! We've come so far since the beginning, folks! Just a year ago, we were streaming our shows through Youtube for free. We had a roster of nobodies and veterans alike, all here in hopes to put on a great show. At the time, people told me that we'd never amount to much. Our roster wasn't impressive, we didn't have anything unique, we were just a backyard show... you name it, I heard it. For months, I shrugged it off, because we kept getting a wider audience. Views went up, ticket sales for our live shows went up, the roster kept growing, and yet people insisted that we wouldn't succeed. It's funny... because now, we are THE success story of the industry. We are THE top company! We've gone from Youtube streams to HBO! We've gone from backyard wrasslin' to live arena shows! We have men and women alike that are of a caliber I can't even match! We have the most respectable champions you could find! The best fans, the best staff, the best roster, the best everything! In the course of a year, BBW has grown to be something no one has thought it to be!... and it's all thanks to -you-."Matt stopped to point at a random fan in the front row, singling out the man for their success. "And you," he moved his finger to point a different fan up a few rows. "And you," his hand moved once again, this time to point towards the time keeper. "But more importantly, because of you." This last time, Matt pointed to the camera lens, motioning to whoever might be watching. "We are a success because of -you-. Whether you're a fan, you're one of the guys in the back, a crew member, or someone watching this from 2015. Whenever you're viewing this, we're a success because of you. You built this company up to the standard we are today. Your support brought us here. This isn't because of me, Kelly King, or any of the Board members. You made all of this possible. And for that, I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart, and everyone else who works here. Thank you for making our company to what it is today."Matt let his hand drop to the side and cleared his throat, a small grin fading onto his lips. "... But we're not stopping here! We're going to continue to grow, we're going to continue building steam, and we're going to be the biggest thing to happen to this industry in over a decade, or we'll crash trying! Enough about all that s**t though, you wanna hear about tonight! You wanna know what we got in store for you! As always, we got some new blood in the pool. Jonah Joester, Thomas and James Novak, Jamie Kym, Ramona Tyler... it's never a Monday Massacre if we don't have someone new for you to warm up to! We've got one of those men taking on the infamous Shadow in a TLC match, which will have a nifty reward for the winner. We've managed to get Tiger Hat to agree to facing off against his arch-nemesis, Doctor Koma! Aaron Fatsumoto is taking the night off to indulge in his favorite hobby and challenge anyone to a Hot Dog Eating contest! That's... that's a testament to how far we've come, truly. Then, we move on the main event section of the show. Four matches that I know will bring this arena crashing down! First, Salem Croft's back on the prowl, and he'll be taking on Damon Pierce in a match-type of his own creation... The Salem Says Match! Afterwards, it's Champion vs Champion, as Marshall Lee and J.W. Caliber get chained together in a Close Quarters Match! And our last two are two concepts that we've kept in the vault, but we're gonna showcase them as a special treat to you. The first one is the Power Plant match, a competition with a shocking objective; Matt Draven's gonna have to live up to his nickname to overcome LEGACY in this one! And our main event is another Champion vs Champion clash. Brody Robinson will have his first match as OECW Seasons Champion against our residential madman... our BBW World Champion, Blackjack. This match is not for the faint of heart, I assure you. You've been warned now. Tonight, Bad Blood takes it to a new level with our first ever BLOODBATH MATCH! Now that's a main even that we'll never live down!"Matt chuckled as he let the microphone fall away from his lips, garnering a roaring applause from the crowd. "On that note, I better get out of here so we can begin show! Take care fo-"As Matt moved to walk to the ropes, he nearly ran into the podium. A short chuckle left his lips as he barely stopped short of it. He turned back to stare at the left side of the arena, bringing the microphone up to his lips again. "So uh... I forgot the other reason I came out here. You all probably have been wondering what's the bag, right? Well, lemme start by saying... there are two divisions that I swore would never be in BBW. I didn't like how they've turned out, their glory days are gone, so on... but recently, the Board has asked to reconsider one of these two divisions. So, I've attempted to. It took a few months to convince me, but now I think it's time. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you..." Matt paused to put the microphone on the podium and undo the bag, taking his time to release the knotted rope concealing it. Finally, he reached into the bag and pulled out a shiny new title belt, along with a twin version of it after he set the first down on the podium. With one on the podium and the other in his hand, Matt picked up the microphone with his free hand and held one of the belts up high. "The BBW TAG! TEAM! CHAMPIONSHIP!"The announcement of a new title in BBW sent the fans into a frenzy! The tag team division had finally been confirmed to have a foundation in BBW! "That's right folks. You've asked, and we've finally answered. Yes, we will have a new division in our company. We will have tag team champions, and we will crown them at Hardcore Harvest! How? Well, we're going to hold an old fashioned, BBW-styled tournament, starting at the next show to determine who will make a chase for the belts. Who's going to be there? Who's going to compete? Only time will te-"[Interruptions from Tag-Teams are more than welcome! Please shoot me a PM beforehand to alert me!]
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 5:22 pm
Teddy Boy Stomp hit the speakers, effectively cutting Matt's touching, touching speech short. Out from the back strolled the trio of the new BBW TV champion, Marshall Lee, his stunning sister, Dallas Cruz and the big, bad Leroy Brown himself.
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The trio stood atop the stage momentarily with Marshall taking the time to open up his leather jacket and show off his title while his sister flashed the crowd her trademark smirk and wink. Leroy drew a mic from his jacket pocket as the groups music faded out. "Hold up, hold up, hold up." Leroy began as the group made their way toward the ring. "If you are going to talk tag-teams and gold belts, then you have to...You HAVE to talk Bad Blood." The big bully gestured to himself and Marshall before ascending the steel steps. Marshall leaped up onto the apron with a single jump, pausing only to help Dallas up onto the apron while Leroy stepped over the top ropes on the perpendicular side. The group entered and stood face to face with the owner of BBW...
Leroy adjusted his collar, smirked and brought the mic back up. "So lets talk turkey. Right here, right now, tonight, you name us the number one contenders for those titles." He paused to look around as the crowd gave a loud response. "Or...Or better yet, just go ahead and put the straps on us now. One way or anotha', they're coming home with us, so it don't matter."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 11:16 am
As Leroy was making their case to be considered contenders for the tag team titles... an unfamiliar tune began to play throughout the arena. From backstage, three men, dressed rather unique individually, stood on the stage looking into the ring. The man in the middle, appearing to be the youngest in the trio, had a microphone in hand. Bringing his sunglasses down to look beyond them at the ring, he held up the microphone. "I wouldn't listen to that Greaser reject if I were you, Mr. Shanahan," he began, not paying the crowd any mind in their confusion. "If you're looking for a champion caliber team, look no further. We may be untested, but we are hungry. We represent what team wrestling should be about; a combination of skill sets." He gestured to himself with his free hand. "Take myself, for example; Brandon Mores, known as The Great Baros in magician circles, gave up my livelihood to pursue my dream of being a champion. Drex Vires," he said, gesturing over to the large Native American man, "The Buffalo Soldier, fought not only for his people, but also fought for YOUR country!" He paused, giving Drex a "U-S-A" chant and pop. "And from the middle east, Taquar Artes, The Waxing Moon," He gestured over to the older-looking middle-eastern man, "A former oil wrestler from the city of Damascus, and known in smaller Japanese wrestling circles." Brandon stepped ahead of his compatriots. "The three of us have been a united front since we joined the Coliseum Wrestling School, and now we are ready to show the world what we are capable of. We are 3-in-1. We. Are. Trinity."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 2:22 pm
A coy smirk played on Shanahan's lips as Marshall, Dallas, and Leroy came out to interrupt him. He hated being interrupted, but he loved a good chance to make a joke. That's exactly what he aimed to do.
He adjusted his aviators before motioning a hand out towards Marshall, "First off, let's hear a round of applause for our new TV Champion, Mr. Marshall Lee!" Matt announced, getting a small pop from the crowd. "And of course, the ever lovely and always sexy, Dallas Cruz! And their Twitter Warrior, Mr..." Matt paused, his hand coming up to his chin to scratch it for a moment. "Mister, uh... hmmm..."
He turned to look at Leroy with a raised eyebrow. Before he could ask the man what his name was though, a trio of newcomers suddenly hit the stage. Matt's gaze shifted to stare at the trio of men, honestly wondering when he hired them. "Alright, hold on here... hold on." He put his hand up to motion for silence as he stepped back towards the ropes, taking it all in. "We got Ponyboy, The Queen of The Damned, Edward Cullen, Osama Bin-Ladin, Tonto, and David Copperfield out here. Anyone else wanna join us before we go ahead and start BBW-Con 2014?" Matt asked in a sarcastic tone, clearly not one for being interrupted. Twice at that! Regardless, he stared passed the trio and at the curtain.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 4:37 pm
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- The image of a globe was lit up in an otherwise dark room, spinning incredibly fast. -
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- A flash on the screen revealed AJ Warner with his head tilted downward, giving a grimace to the camera with balled fists near his side. -
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- Johnny Rotten's mugshot was next seen, smiling with someone else's blood splattered across the right side of his body and face. -
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- The globe seen earlier was now in the midst of exploding into multiple bite-size pieces. -
Well can you tell
A wish from a spell?
A hug from a lie?
They both make you feel so gone
We warned you from harm again
You're beating hearts again
We made love in June
I heard it from you
You were my best friend
You used my name
It was hard for Johnny Rotten to hide his enthusiasm. He was never one to smile, in fact, many people assumed he didn't know how. But fans and competitors knew that the pair of these two made brothers in arms. They had never turned their backs on one another, there was never any hostility or animosity between the two that kept them separate for so long. A culmination of unfortunate events had halted the iWo from sweeping disaster across every wrestling company that existed within the past several years. But once they had moved on from their own life woes, life had brought the two soldiers together. Don't let the lack of numbers fool you; two former world champions with a thirst for making a point by stepping on others made for a prestigious army. Once they had reached the ropes, Johnny had aided AJ up the steel steps until Warner could keep his balance on the ropes. Rotten would then make his way around the ring to take the ring announcer's steel throne and microphone. Johnny slid into the ring near his accomplice and set it up for him so AJ could sit; the concussion was quite severe and dizziness was going to haunt Warner for quite some time. Perhaps that helped provide some insanity in the mean time. Once the music died down, the fans were hollering for the nostalgic duo, chanting for the iWo and both of it's members respectively. Once it died down, Johnny would raise the microphone to his lips to talk to a familiar foe in Matt Shanahan.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 6:28 pm
With a mic in hand and AJ just a foot or two away, Johnny took a seat on an open turnbuckle. With a sinister smile he looked to AJ, who returned the smile knowing exactly what Johnny was thinking. The tired eyed superstar looked to the two trios and then to Shanahan. The crowd was in a ruckus as AJ had brought managed to bring in a freak from the world FFA. A throwback from earlier in AJ's career. With a smile still on his face, Johnny raised the mic to his lips to address iWo's presence."Now Matt... I know I'm not yet official signed to BBW, but you gotta ask yourself. Do you really want thrust all your trust, all your hopes, and dreams of a division you were reluctant to have in the first place... On two on proven acts? Hell they aren't even really tag teams!" Johnny said gesturing to the two trios. He would then point to the first trio to appear. Marshal Lee, Dallas Cruz, and Leroy Brown."First off we got you three that looked like you all belong in a 1970's Greasers musical. I mean we got Crybaby, and Hatchet-Face, and with special guest star, Danny Zuko!" The crowd got a comedic pop out of Johnny's reference to both Crybaby, and Grease. However a majority did boo as Johnny and AJ both weren't to high on their favorable list. However moving through the boos and slight chuckles, Johnny then gesture towards the send of the two trios. Brandon Mores, Drex Vires, and Taquar Artes."Then we have this threesome which is even a bit more disturbing to AJ and I. Cause it looks like these Jokers jumped right out of a Buffalo Bills Wild West act. We have a Magician, an Indian, and a foreign guy, that is probably good with snakes, and sadly not one of them is a girl, unlike the Fonzy Three over there." Again the crowd got a pop out of Johnny's sense of humor, however they still had a chorus of boos flooding over the chuckles."Now listen Matt... This is whats gonna happen. Them three, and those three obviously don't know how to count, cause if I'm not mistaken there are only two belts. So what your gonna do is have them guys bicker between each other like a couple of three stooges on which two out of the three get a shot. So when they're down poking and slapping each other around, AJ and I will have two TAG TEAM to beat on. So to make it simple.. Two of them verse two of them verse the two of us." Johnny said to a huge pop from the crowd. As he gesture to the two trios, and then to AJ and himself. Suggesting that Shanahan set up a Triple Threat Tag Team match. Then suddenly Johnny had a blank look on his face as if he forgot what he was saying. Then with a joking frown, looked to AJ and the rest of the Superstars in the ring, and then shrugged his shoulders almost like he was channeling his best Robert DeNiro manners."I think that's about it... AJ is that it?" Johnny wasn't really waiting for a response from AJ, as he looked to him and then to everyone else once again."Yeah I think that's it." Johnny then lowered the mic to see if anyone else had something to say.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:45 pm
Two mask's appear's on the titantron. Neither of them removed the mask but stared into the camera. Finally one removed the mask and revealed that the one who removed the mask was no other then Scorpio Saint Mercer. "Nervous?"Said Scorpio as the titantron Shut off and a loud laugh played threw the room as the lights cut to black. It was a good 10 seconds. When it finally cut back on it showed two people standing on the announcer's tables. They were wearing mask's. Like the ones in the titantron Video. They removed the mask's and revealed themselves. The one in blue was non other then scorpio Saint mercer. The one in red looked exactly alike Scorpio but didn't talk. Scorpio turned to the announcer and signaled him to hand him something. It was a mic, Once the mic was grabbed held of Scorpio began to speak. "Well Well Well look what we got here. Look at these guys in a ring. It would be a shame if something happened to them...like right NOW!" Scorpio shouted and pointed to the ceiling but nothing was there. Scorpio began laughing but gemini slapped him upside the head and took the mic. "What my brother is trying to say, Is that no one besides us, can get those belts. We are the Ultimate, We are the psychotic, We are the Berserk, And we deserve those belts. As a matter of fact, Let me put this in a way that you can under stand since you look like you talk with your fist's."Gemini got off of the table and began walking towards the ring, and towards leroy, But scorpio hurried down and stopped gemini. The began exchanging word, Scorpio trying to stop Gemini. Gemini getting frustrated with Scorpio. They then came to an agreement and got inside the ring. Scorpio Sent Gemini to a corner and took the mic from him and pointed at the corner making gemini face the other way. "Sorry he just...likes to fight....Really likes to fight."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:29 am
As the others seemed to finally cut their chatter, and all other theatrics, including the two masked men that decided to join in just as Marshall was about to speak. Letting them take their turn in pleading their case, Marshall finally brought mic up to his lips, "Wooow, so many Grease jokes, how hilariously dull," he began, dismissing the insults flung in their direction, however it was rather apparently that it did annoy him to an extent. "However, I am glad there was only one Twilight jab, which I appreciate, thanks, Matt." He nodded over to the GM before continuing.
He took the time to look at everyone in the ring, everyone that opposed them. "You know what," he murmured, looking at every single person in the ring, "You guys aren't even worth the bad jokes, we're just here for the damn titles." He turned to a subject he was extremely fond of speaking of: himself. "To add onto what Big Bad Leroy Brown was saying, no one in this ring has even come close to earning a shot at those titles, besides us of course. Most of you haven't even been here that long? Isn't tonight...what's...y'all's first day of work? Another thing, by a show of hands, how many of you are currently undefeated, and I don't mean by 'not competing'," as he said this, he raised his hand and looked at the others in the ring with a grin, speaking before they even had a chance to retort, "That's what I thought."
That, however, what he just said about none of them being undeserving, wasn't true. He didn't know Trinity or Gemini and Scorpio, he hadn't seen what they were capable of. Though, they had to be quite something if Matt had signed them into his company. iWo on the other hand. Oh, he's definitely heard a thing or two about them. They were the ones he was keeping his eye on. Of course, he wasn't going to admit it. Never.
"I know, what you're all thinking. 'But Marshall, you incredibly sexy beast, you already have a title!'," he mimicked the audience with a bit of a high pitched voice before switching back to his own, "That is true, my little Fang Bangers. But, if anyone knows me at all," as he spoke, he motioned for Dallas to unstrap the title from his waist, which she did with no hesitation, and held up for him to look at while he voiced his thoughts, "I am one greedy son of a b***h. I always want more of everything. More money, more fame, more girlfriends, more hair products, more titles. More! More! More!" He looked at his reflection on the shiny metallic plate while speaking, adjusting his lush, dark hair. So conceited! "If I have to take on a second title, well, that's a sacrifice I'm just willing to make, for everyone's sake."
He paused, practically making out with his reflective self on his title, "Goddamn, I'm so freakin' gorgeous!" This drew a round of laughs, whistles and some cheers of approval from the females...and even some of the males. Wait, what? Flipping his hair back like some sort of fashion model, he turned his attention towards Shanahan, "So look, Boss Man, Bad Blood is your best bet for those titles. You got me, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Damn Good Lookin' and your new BBW TV Champion...you have the Baddest Man in BBW, Leroy Brown. AND, for the cherry on top, we got the Black Magik Woman in our corner, giving us a little help from her friends on the other side." He smirked up at the taller man, showing him a little fang in the process, "Take a good look at us, then at everyone else damning us with their presence...and I'm sure the answer is clear." With that, the vampire lowered his mic, smirking proudly at his words while his sister could be seen nodding in approval.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:33 am
Leroy barely let Marshall finish his sentence before quickly lifting the mic back up to his own lips. "Oh, the answer is clear alright, the answer is damn clear." Leroy reassured loudly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 2:00 am
Taste the pain right on my tongue
Novocaine to make me numb
Don't you worry 'cause the night is young
Dance until the morning sun
Morning sun
Morning sun
Morning, morning, morning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning
I am at a loss for words
Can't believe I let you pull me down to this place
You stole my heart and soul
Just to think that I had dried those tears from your face
I've played such a foolish game
Feeling you were everything to me and more
I don't mean to point the blame
But baby you have hurt me to my very core
You don't know why
You don't know how
You don't know when to love again
You let me in then shut me out
You have to learn to love again
Learn to love again
Learn to love again
Learn to love again
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Take me away from here
To a place where my feelings don't go to waste
We were in the atmosphere
Flying high above the stars that shone in your face
So I'm running running baby from this hurting that you've given me
All through the night
Are we dancin' baby dancin' so your pretty face is hard to see
Tonight, tonight, tonight (Dancin' through the night)
You don't know why
You don't know how
You don't know when to love again
You let me in then shut me out
You have to learn to love again Suddenly, the musical voices of Five Worlds United, preforming "Love Again" by PTX, filled the arena, leaving many of the fans, and wrestlers, interrupted. They looked up to the stage as...only FOUR members of Five Worlds United came out. Griffin, Lynn, Andrew, and Roberto. Lacking was Chuck, and you could tell in their performance. The group made their way past Trinity, down to the ring. They high fived some fans, Andrew pulling double duty, trying to do the bass part of the song while beatboxing his usual part. They reach the ring, and abruptly stop singing, hitting the part in the song usually reserved as a solo for Chuck. They really couldn't go any farther. Roberto and Andrew entered the ring, Lynn and Griffin remaining at ringside. Roberto looked around at the other men in the ring, staying close to the bigger Andrew, who was also a little surprised by the outpouring of other wrestlers here tonight. Roberto was a trained professional wrestler, yet never wrestled a match during his tenure in BBW, Andrew had worked a tag match or two with Chuck. They finally deemed it time to speak, for the first time, judging be their peers' glares and glances. "Ahem...Uh...Hello, Mr.Shanahan! We uh...We wanted to come out here and join this colorful cast of characters to challenge for the tag team championships as well! Now, I know I am most well known for tag teaming with Chuck Charleston, but as many people saw, and as you know, he was injured at Solar Slam. He dislocated his knee, and will be out on the shelf for a while. It couldn't have come at a worse time since you're giving all of us tag teams a great opportunity, and I don't want to miss out. So that's why, Roberto and I, are wanting to get this chance to wrestle for the tag team championships. Roberto knows the ropes, he's wrestled many times before, practiced, he really would love this opportunity, as would I. We're not just singers, sir, we can kick some butt. We've done it before!" Roberto put a hand on Andrew's shoulder, bringing his own microphone up to his lips. He gulped, looking around once more at the other people in the ring with him....except this time, when he did, something caught his eye. He stepped to the side a bit, over towards...Marshall Lee? "H-Hey there...c-c-cutie...Quién es usted?" Andrew's eyes widened as he took hold of Roberto, the small hispanic singer/wrestler's quiet, soft voice letting out a "woah" as he was yanked. It was then when some fans laughed loudly, a small "Gay" chant breaking out. This upset Roberto, and Griffin could tell. Pulling himself up onto the apron, Griffin joined his band mates in the ring. He walked over to Roberto, patting him on the shoulder telling him it's okay. Some fans laughed a bit more, even some of the fellow wrestlers in the ring smirked a little...mainly just Marshall, who thought this was a bit funny. Fans kept laughing, until Griffin grew a large scowl across his face. He shot out at them! "SHUT UP!" The leader of FWU let out a LOUD G5, practically shutting up the arena and hurting many ears. He looked around at the now stunned fans, and adjusted his tights, sending his glance at Marshall. "Please excuse him. He's young." Griffin then turned his attention to the GM. "...On their behalf, they'd like a shot at the BBW Tag Team Championships. I didn't quite give them a crash course on 'how to talk like a wrestler'. They know their basics, the crowd USUALLY loves them...when they're not being bigots...and they can be good champs. I look around here, see a guy who's already got a belt to carry, a broken dude, two masked big men, and a couple of guys straight out of Dungeons 'n Dragons up on the stage. You have the chance to do something unique here. Give the boys a chance. We're over, we can sing, and we can wrestle. Thats a whole lot of business opportunity wrapped into one for this company...Plus, while I am here....I think I have a small bone to pick with...Dion Necurat. Hope you dont mind me taking some time right now to speak my mind, I'm sure you wont. Dion, I am not very appreciative of that injury you bestowed upon my good friend, and our BASS, Chuck Charleston. We didn't sound all that great tonight because we didn't have him here. Now, he just might be back at Hardcore Harvest, that's the date doctors gave him. I am OFFICIALLY challenging you to a match on Chuck's behalf, Dion. If he was here right now, he'd be doing the same, believe me. Mr. Shanahan, you heard that, so make a note of it if you might. Chuck has issued the challenge, it's on Dion to accept. Anyway, back to whats at hand: please grant these two the championship match at Hardcore Harvest. I can damn well tell you they deserve it." Griffin backed up to join Roberto and Andrew right where the stood in the ring, wanting to stand by them in case things began to break down, which they very well could.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 2:09 am
Marshall hanged back for the most part, during the entrance of those singing peeps. He leaned against the ropes, with his title slung over his shoulder, listening to these new people plead their own case. However, when the smaller one turned his focus on him, he couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow in surprise. Well, well, it seemed he managed to attract some attention. Marshall wasn't offended nor was he disturbed. Instead, the look on his face was amused, "Hey, I don't blame him!" he said into his mic, tossing the youngster a kind smile, answering his question in Spanish which was rare to hear him speak, "Me llamo Marshall. Mucho gusto." What did bother him though, was what the audience was chanting and the fact that it had upset the younger man. This was apparent with his smile fading ever so slightly and he could be seen muttering something to Dallas about how rude these people were, to which she agreed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 7:34 am
Gemini came out of the corner and walked up to the man talking about being undefeated. He grabbed the mic and stood in front of of him with a insane smile. "Well i wouldn't go bragging for so long. Some body might just end your little so called streak. It could be me. Or it could be my brother. You know, You look like you let your friends do your dirty work. I may have just gotten Here but man, I don't care if your the best fighter in the BBW, I can break any so called undefeated streak. And i dare you to Try me." As he said try me he poked his finger int the chest of Marshall
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 1:02 pm
Johnny remained seated on the top turnbuckle, as AJ remained seated in his steel chair. Both of them weren't sure what to make of the new team that just arrived. They chattered amongst themselves, but kept an unintimidated and unimpressed look on their faces as the two spouted out boast and claims of superiority. Johnny then looked to AJ with a curious face."We are the psycotic...? Isn't that our thing?" Johnny asked AJ in a humorous fashion. However the two remained seated in their corner as Marshal Lee would speak into the mic once more. Listening to the Fonzy wannabe talk, and finish his rant of others being none deserving his own greed. He even listened to the Jim Croce fan power out what little of the English language he could grasp. Johnny was ready to to reply. However before he could even get in a syllable. He was halted by an unbearably painful voice, and horrible melody of another team's music. Lowering the mic in frustration Johnny looked to AJ and spoke."This is getting ridiculous now.. We got Greasers, a circus act, and now a boy band. I wouldn't be surprised if the Gobbledy Gooker, The Shock Master, and The Yeti made an appearance." Johnny was gonna say something else, but he figured it let this play out a little further.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 9:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 10:08 am
Just after AJ's tirade, Johnny snatched the mic from his hands. Giving him a confused and some what agitated look as he watched him collapse into his steel chair. Without speaking into the mic he mouthed a couple words to AJ in a response to his unique choice of words. "Da ********?" However Johnny shook his head getting back on track and the focusing on the situation at hand. Finally raising the mic to his lips Johnny spoke."Don't mind AJ, he got a couple of screw loose from his match, but I'll tighten them up later..." Johnny said glaring at AJ with a look of anger. Basically telling him to shut up without saying a word."ANYWAYS... Since it be ludicrous to have a five teams going at for the titles, I suggest you pull something out your a** Matt. Cause from all the smack talk I'm hearing it doesn't seem like anyone can wait much longer, and to be honest I'm having a hard time keeping myself from Shell Shocking every one of these chumps. So what's it gonna be Boss... You got something up your sleeve, or do I.." Johnny really made sure AJ could hear him say I, as he turned to his partner who seemed to be still quite out of it. For the younger fans, some would think Johnny was rather upset with AJ, or that they weren't on the same page. However the older fans would know that AJ and Johnny have always poked and prodded at each other."Have to start handing out a** whoopins?" Johnny lowered the mic, still remaining seated on the top turnbuckle.
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