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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 2:07 am
The following contest is set for one fall and is for the WWF:G Hardcore Championship! Introducing first...
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:32 am
SI-SI-SINISTER SY-SY-SYNDICATE!
"øβëœ"
The voice voice shot out from the arena, the familiar voice of the Malefic Entity
Sand around the stage began to shift, and rumble.
Much to the chagrin of the crowd, and surprise to everyone, a glorious throne with a robed figure, clutching the previously shown war hammer rise from out of the sand. .
The figure stood up, as the sand and robes fell to the ground.
Chrono Clepsydra.
Letters on the tron were shown, as the figure
was shown to be covered with jade colored runes along his attire. His left eye covered with a sliver of the Malice mask.
His hand still clutching the war hammer, tapped it a few times
Meatloaf's 'In the Land of the Pigs, the Butcher is King'
Look at them now
What do they want?
And what do they do now?
Nothing at all
What do they know?
What do they think?
And who do they tell?
Well, no one at all
Lives are truly meaningless
And we are busy being blessed
With all that we can take and pocket
No one needs to know
We're the plug and they're the socket
Give us the juice and we'll go
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the animals sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
Tapping the war hammer upon the earth beneath him, the WWFG Hardcore Championship draped around his neck.
At the end of the ramp, he tapped his war hammer again upon the earth,
surveying the crowd.
How do they sleep?
Their lives are so tart
Bring me the trash collectors
'Cause they're nothing but trash
What do you expect?
They've got no standards
So we lower the bar
'Cause they're waiting for us
We'll open up Pandora's Box
Pandora gave her keys and locks
They're the big dogs waiting for their mother
Come to the confessional
So I can tell you all that bugger off
There's no time like now
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the animals sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
Lifting his arms spread eagle, he tilted his head back soaking in the moment. He had arrived.
"Introducing first, standing at six foot eight, weighing in at 280lbs. From Parts Currently Unknown, Representing the Sinister Syndicate, he is the WWFG Hardcore Champion.... This is Chrono Clepsydra....!'
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the market-place sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
And we'll do it our way, it's our time to play
We know what to say if they stand in our way
Don't stand in our way, no time like today
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the anthems we sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
Removing the rune covered garb, his body was shown to have less runes,
in addition to the metal plate still upon his shoulder from when he was shot in it many, many years ago.
He stood in the ring, awaiting his opponent.
"øβëœ ."
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the animals sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the chosen ones sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 4:12 pm
The crowd was antsy to see who Chrono's opponent would be, and even more anxious after the elaborate entrance The Entity had made. But their anticipation was short-lived; vanishing like vapors of smoke like that which now rose from the stage. Meanwhile, the opening riff to Korn's "Freak On A Leash" had started to churn, stirring up the audience as it played across the PA system.King: Who could this be, JR?! JR: I'm not sure, King, but I'd say they're not very friendly! And you can't be, to become the Hardcore Champion! King: Well, let's see who's behind Door #2!
As if on cue, the black curtain that hung in the doorway of the stage was slung open, a man stumbling out into the smoke like a drunk out from a bar. After getting his bearings and straightening up, the camera lens cleared and revealed Salem Croft standing on the stage, dressed in the style he'd been accustomed to prior to becoming owner of the company. But he'd since given that job up, and had been MIA for the past several months. The audience and announcers exclaimed at the return of the Most Wanted Man in Wrestling, fans cheering as he staggered down the ramp."Sometimes I cannot take this place,
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste,
Sometimes I cannot feel my face,
You'll never see me fall from grace...
Something takes a part of me!
You and I were meant to be!
A cheap ******** for me to lay!
Something takes a part of me..."King: Oh, wow! Looks like we've got ourselves a boss battle, JR! The former GM and former owner, and it's for the Hardcore Championship! JR: Well, I'm just as shocked as you are, King, but I'm wondering what's become of this young man! He's been away for months, and look - there's scars all over his body! Stitches! Burns! Just where has Salem been all this time? And what would possess him to come back in this kind of condition? King: It might be a case of possession, JR, but not the kind you're talking about! Look at him - he's DRUNK! And he's even carrying a bottle of liquor to the ring with him! JR: I dunno, King, that doesn't look like liquor to me...but I agree, he doesn't look in his right mind, right now. But whatever's in that bottle, wait...is that blood, King? King: Someone call Nurse Ratched! I think this one flew over the cuckoo's nest! It was true - Salem seemed disoriented as he descended the ramp, incoherent or oblivious to the fans reaching for him from the barricades at either side. Instead, Salem unscrewed the mouth of his water bottle, sloshing the thick, red fluid inside around before lifting the container and kicking a few gulps back. Some members of the crowd groaned, but all kept watching as Salem swayed to and fro with each step, eyes glazed and lazily looking into the ring towards Chrono. Meanwhile, much of the audience's attention traced over Salem's skin, taking note of the gouges, cuts, and burns that had healed over - but scarred most of his bare body. Given he was only wearing his traditional combat boots, Tripp pants, and wrist wraps, that left much for the fans to gawk at as he started on towards the ring steps.King: I think he's serious, JR! I think he's really going to try and challenge a God in this shape! JR: Well, I don't know about any gods but the one I pray to in church, but I do think this is a fool's errand, King. Not tonight, kid, not tonight! Undeterred, Salem ducked the top turnbuckle and entered the ring, starting towards the champ as the referee approached, confirming Salem's interest. The music died down, and now the former owner of WWFG appeared less disoriented and more relaxed, standing slouched just in arm's reach of his would-be opponent. Taking a sip of his sanguine syrup, Salem nodded, then did a forceful burst of breath from his mouth, spraying red spittle right into Chrono's face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 7:43 pm
((Open challenge or not, my profile specifically states that I am refusing to face Salem the person, the character, and any accounts/characters he creates and the current owner of WWFG knows this. As such, any actions he makes are promptly ignored, and null and void. That, and I have him on ignore. Nothing good comes from associating with him in my opinion, even if it's an easy win because he'll promptly disappear. Call it passive aggressive if you want, but it's true.
Bring on the next challenger))
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:21 pm
(The owner knows about this. She's specifically told me that this is an open challenge, so I have every right to take it. If you refuse to face me, fine. Forefeit the title to me. As much as you make these off handed insults at my expense, yet I refrain from it. And say what you want about my private conversations, at least I keep my issues with you between me and my friends, not on boards for everyone to see. Because personal feelings aside, there's no one I won't work with, and if I wasn't willing to put in the effort, I sure as Hell wouldn't bother at this point. But I am, and I threw down the gauntlet, and you tell me I can't, like who your opponent is was your call to begin with. You can't put differences aside and just wrestle a match on merit? You've already insulted me saying that it's an easy auto win. So I dare you, call my bluff. But, if you're going to be a champion picking and choosing who has the right to face you, then you're not much of a champion. Whatever you think of me, you can't tell me I don't have the right.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:48 pm
((Also again, pointing out that it's hard to face someone you have on ignore. I shouldn't be forced to put forth the effort to someone when they very clearly couldn't do it for so many people. Including yours truly. ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 11:02 pm
ARREEEWWWW!!!!!The Wolf's howl is heard across the arena and a erie mist would rise and form near the entrance ramp. Suddenly Moonlit Wilderness began playing getting the fans riled up, the music would play for a few minutes when suddenly... "CUT THE MUSIC!!"He music stopped abruptly as the Lone Wolf, made his way down to the ring. "Now normally, I wouldn't be out here like this, i'm all for giving people their time and all but with this opportunity I couldn't pass this up.""I mean seriously its Chrono Clepsydra, AND Salem ********' Croft... IN THE SAME DAMN RING!!"The crowd would let out a cheer as Lauri would scratch his head after this exclamation. "Never thought I'd see this day. Two people with so much hate for one another, two people whose biggest ambitions is to one up one another, TWO PEOPLE... who apparently want to avoid the Lone Wolf like he has a disease..."The crowd would have a mixed reaction as Lauri would face the Hardcore Champion. "What? You don't think I forgot you calling me out on a radio show, HIS RADIO SHOW NO LESS DO YOU?"He shouts out pointing to Salem before going on. "Naw, I haven't forgotten that, nor have I forgotten that you retired pretty much the next day. What's the matter Crow? lose yer nerve bub?...Now as for you..."The Lone Wolf would quickly turn to face Croft. "Hi Salem, remember me? The guy who pretty much started your downward spiral in this business? I mean seriously when you started out long ago, everyone had such high hopes for you, and you didn't disappoint either quickly rising up in the ranks, until that fateful day you represented CWA in the WGUT Tournament, facing me, and falling to my bloody claws..."Lauri would walk toward Salem, looking closely at his face. "Huh, looks like you still have the scars after all... anyway seems to me ever since then you just went down the proverbial shitter man. Hell! How many times have you called me out just to leave me and the FG universe..."all in attendance would let out a whoop suddenly as Lauri continued. "...hanging? And you have the audacity to call him out when you don't even have the balls to face me?! Get out of here boy before you make a fool of yourself once more."Lauri would drop his mic as he stood spaced between Salem and Chrono.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 12:25 am
The Malefic Entity looked at Lauri, not saying a word. Clearly it was the wolf being delusional or something, as he appeared to be talking to an imaginary friend of his perhaps.
Regardless, He listened to the Lone Wolf speak. There were some truths to is words, but a few things notable differences. Chrono was already retired when he called out Lauri on some irrelevant radio show.
The second was that the one in the ring, was not Chrono.
The mask and the hammer proved that, the former made him became Malice.
The later turned him into the Breaker of Reigns, the Entity. Combined, Malefic Entity.
Staring emotionless at the Lone Wolf, his only retort was to extend his arm out, his war hammer pointing towards Lauri.
As if confirming this new challenger, acknowledging him
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 11:00 pm
He heard the crowd roar in reaction as the Malefic Entity acknowledged him as a challenger, although he wouldn't realize it until he turned around.
As the Lone Wolf turned and saw the hammer pointed toward him he would pause, an unphased look upon his face as he flicked his right wrist to reveal the blade he hid in his guard.
"...ring the bell..." He would say to the ref, who would quickly signal to begin this impromtu match.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 12:33 am
The two of them may have been Syndicate members, in addition to having family ties. However that meant nothing, the Syndicate was more than willing to throw down with one another.
The Assassin Creed blade that Lauri had may have had might be deadly, and a fatal mistake for anyone that underestimated Lauri.
But the Entity, knew Lauri. Knew just what kind of person he was, whether he went berserk, or became someone else... Something else.
In the deepest annuls of Chrono's mind, he knew because he had watched Lauri's career unfold, hell he was the one who inducted him, and his family into multiple hall of fames.
He was the proud adoptive father to Lauri's niece. However, that was Chrono
But the being in front of the Lone Wolf, was an entirely different Entity.
As the bell rang, the Malefic Entity's eyes narrowed, but his hammer never lowered.
Security seemingly came in and escorted a kicking and screaming invisible man out from the ring and the building. At least that's the impression that the Entity had gotten as he saw them put up quite a fight.
But they didn't matter, as the Entity pointed upwards with the hammer, as gears began to grind, as cage began to lower down to the ring, one of the two cages from the upcoming War Games matches.
There was a thud, the cage fully lowered, it was almost as if this Entity was going to have all of his defenses in a cage!
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 12:55 pm
A hardcore match in an environment that limits what comes in, with two participants who are more than likely hiding possible armories within themselves... should be a fun night.
As the cage closed around them Lauri motioned to Chrono
"Lets make the most of this..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 9:59 pm
Putting the hammer down, why bring out the big guns so early in the match. Especially one of this caliber, their first encounter.
The Malefic Entity had punishment on his mind, but of the calculated variety
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 10:39 pm
Lauri would retract the blade back to its hiding place before getting into stance. No sense in using it until absolutely necessary.
The Lone Wolf would begin to pace, looking for a possible starting point.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 2:11 pm
Planting his foot into the mat, he shifted his weight into it. Tilting his body back
His other leg stretched out, as he brought his arms back to his side, his palms shifting upon one another.
The shoulders of the Malefic Entity rose up and down, as if channeling something. His eyes narrowed, however the lens from the Malice mask seemed to glisten from dark green to sky blue.
Bringing his arms out, his palms were together, his fingers stretched out.
And for the first time since becoming this Entity, he spoke something other than
"øβëœ".
HADOKEN
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