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 Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 7:18 pm
THWAP!! Freakshows head pops through the painting, the wood backing splintering as the work of art crashes onto him, wrapping around his neck. Dropping backwards he clumsily fumbles through the ropes falling unceremoniously. Scrambling to the outside of the ring he swings the destroyed black velvet print from off his head before plopping down onto his a**. <********>!" The manager looks into the ring genuinely surprised at what had just transpired. He had, in fact, signed a contract to prevent such an occurrence. The blonde scoots back towards the ramp on his a** "You can't do that!" He clutches at his cranium, waving frantically at his clientele.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 8:53 pm
Mad Dog is now upset and angry for several reasons. Mostly for being called out to an ambush by an "old friend", but also because he genuinely liked that painting - a shame it had to be destroyed.
Note to self... commission portrait. thinks Mad Dog.
Climbing onto a turnbuckle, Mad Dog proceeds to yell at Freakshow.
"Oh I can't do that? I CAN'T DO THAT!? What about this then??"
The crowd goes wild as Mad Dog climbs on top of the turnbuckle, facing Mark Laundre who is still sitting on the announce table pouting. Mad Dog appears as if he is about to take a dive towards the fat crybaby!
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 10:08 pm
Getting out of his makeshift wrestlemania inspired go-kart-esque wrestling ring. You all know the ones, Kujaku or Kuro Kujaku in this incarnation attempted to grab Mad Dog before he could give Mark a senton bomb and attempted to give the Hep C positive, rabies infested Mad Dog a burning hammer!
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 10:09 pm
Mark Laundre sat in a cocoon of his own vapidity and childlike narcissism reflecting on faint memories of his mouth wrapped firmly around the breast of his mother as he gently suckles on his thumb. He could feel a warmth envelope him as he for once felt safe.
CRASH
Hearing the crash Freakshow springs to his feet and dashes around the corner, a little bit loopy from having a Renaissance quality painting broken over his head. Haphazardously towards The FWU who sat by idly after his directions he, red in the face, shrieks at them as a collective. "What are you DOING?! Roberto!! " He points at the wreckage, "GOGOGO!!"(THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN)
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 2:17 pm
Before he can make the leap, Mad Dog is grabbed and spiked on his head by The Feathered One, leaving him sprawled out on the mat in agony. Having just left Japan, the maneuver seemed especially relevant... and painful.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:02 pm
Freakshow, a little bit rattled by the shot to the head, slide into the ring. Making it to his feet with a little bit of difficulty he loosens his tie, wringing his suit jacket off of his shoulders he gets in between Mad Dog and Kujaku. Patting the Elegant Peacock on the shoulder he grins, "Thanks big guy, I've got this.."
The blonde grabs the mic off the table. "Alright McLennon! I tried to be CIVIL about this, but you've left me with no choice.." Whipping the tie off his neck he lays the microphone down on the podium and grabs from off it his scotch glass. He looks down at the empty drink receptacle for a moment as if to question am I really going to do this? It is then that he answers the question, yes, by smashing it over his forehead.
Glass shatters everywhere. Some fans gasp in surprise at the sudden and seemingly inexplicable actions of the manager. His intentions, however, soon became more apparent as the blood began pouring almost instantaneously from the self inflicted gash in his forehead. A bit woozy from his actions among other things, he braces himself against the table, looking towards Kujaku.. "Make sure he don't move.."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 10:12 pm
While Kujaku wasn't exactly employed under Freakshow, being a Marauder had benefits, and he was positive that Freakshow would pay up when the time was right. After all Kujaku was fighting two battles for the Tuxedo-ed Terror.
Making sure that after the devastating burning hammer to the Mad Dog. His gaze fixed upon the downed dog. 'I suggest you stay at your master's feet like the good b***h you are, else... Well, I'm sure you've seen 'Old Yeller'. " Kujaku stated rather coldly, which was unlike his previous nature in his white garb.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 3:58 pm
Well, that escalated quickly. Mad Dog holds his head as he lies on the canvas, still in a daze. Seeing the now bloody Freakshow above him, Mad Dog knows he needs to do something or he's going to get bled on.
"I don't... listen to hip hop." replies Mad Dog to Kujaku as he weakly tries to grab the bottom rope.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 10:12 pm
"STOP! STOP! STOP! FREAKSHOW I SWEAR TO GOD." Came the sudden shouting of a very incensed and very angry General Manager, Kelly King 2.0. He came out onto the stage with a flood of security guards. "NOT EVEN HBO WOULD FORGIVE THIS MESS IF I LET THIS HAPPEN. YOU WILL CEASE AND DESIST RIGHT NOW, OR I'M GOING TO GIVE MAD DOG THE MATCH OF HIS DREAMS. DO YOU HEAR ME FREAKSHOW?"
King pointed his finger at each and every single man in the ring with the exception of Mad Dog McLennon. "YOU. YOU. YOU. ALL OF YOU MARAUDING ********, GET THE HELL OUT OF THE RING RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I SENT A MAN TO JAIL FOR STABBING SOMEONE, WHAT DO YOU THINK I'LL DO TO SOMEONE WHO GIVES ANOTHER MAN HEP ON CABLE TELEVISION."
"I WILL FIRE EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ********, GOD HELP ME. YOU WILL NEVER WORK IN THIS BUSINESS AGAIN. EXCEPT YOU FREAKSHOW. IF YOU DO WHAT I THINK YOU'RE GOING TO DO, I'M GOING TO LOCK YOU IN A CELL WITH MAD DOG, MARK MY WORDS. AS HBO CANCELS BBW FOREVER, THE LAST THING BBW FANS WILL EVER SEE IN THE HISTORY OF BAD BLOOD WRESTLING WILL BE FREAKSHOW'S MUTILATED BODY AND MAD DOG MCLENNON STANDING TRIUMPHANTLY OVER HIM, POSSIBLY EATING A PART OF HIS HEART." King screamed until he was red in the face, spitting all over the mic in his exasperation to not see something as horrendous as a LIVE POISONING happen on his show.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 10:24 pm
Freakshow stands in stunned silence, starring up the ramp at Kelly King, a man who he had considered a fairly close ally after their negotiations the week before. A lot of good those negotiations did, here Freak was, gushing blood from his forehead in a physical confrontation with the man he had gotten a no-contact clause with. Ok, so maybe it was Freak who busted his head open, who instigated the assault, who got Hepatitis C not from a match with Mad Dog McLennon but from sharing the needle with a Portuguese python wrangler during a business trip to Afghanistan.
None of this mattered to Freak. The only thing that mattered to him was the notion of himself locked in a cage with Mad Dog McLennon. He had the upperhand over the man at this juncture, true, but that did nothing to obscure the fact that there wasn't a person in the world that he didn't want to enter into fair combat with more than the Hardcore Messiah. Especially with chain links separating himself from his vast network of support. The red faced New Yorker defensively holds his hands up, looking down at Mad Dog, then Kujaku, "...We're done.." the manager gives the signal to the FWU at ringside, "Lets clear out boys.."
Slowly the blonde backs towards the ropes, imploring his enforcer to do the same as he slips to the outside of the ring, never letting his gaze leave the vicinity of the general manager.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 10:44 pm
Watching the events transpire, Kujaku looked at King, then the downed Mad Dogg, and Freak and his crew. Laundre was apparently still on the table sucking his thumb. Pointing his finger towards the general manager of BBW, the Ebony Masked Feathered Frenzy then ran up and attempted to give a punt to the Mad Dogg square in the bean bags as if sending a message.
He'd then, provided the punt connected would leave the ring and enter his own personal go-kart ring to leave.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 11:31 pm
Obviously, it wasnt over yet. Knowing there was a chance security would come to flood the ring following Kujaku's punt, the emotionally, and quite possibly mentally, unstable Roberto Martinez attacked a security guard who was making his way down to the ring. This would more than likely be a huge mistake, seeing as how it looked like Kujaku's blow would end this segment. However, the anger inside of Roberto drug things on, security running to restrain him. Griffin Steele ran up to the security staff now, attacking some men as well, trying to get them off of Roberto. Feeling the need to do something too, Andrew Mbenga joined in, taking out some security. What the hell were they doing?
THEY WERE DIGGING A HOLE FOR FREAKSHOW! THE IDIOTS!
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 12:23 pm
Mad Dog was kicked in the nuts, another cheap shot by Kujaku. The idea of being locked in a cell with Freak sounded great to Mad Dog, but a bag of ice for his crotch sounded even better at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 12:50 pm
"Oh no.." Laundre's eyes widen as he see's The FWU attacking the security. The Nigerian, keeping his thumb lodged firmly in his mouth, removes his cellulite a** from the announce table. The enforcer lumbers awkwardly towards one of the security guards, grabbing the smaller man and hurling him into the ring post! "FRIEND." The mouth breathing Nigerian flails wildly entering the mosh-pit of brawling Marauder's and BBW Security. Moments later he emerges from the mass of bodies with a man pressed high over his head. Only it wasn't a security guard. It was one of the camera men. One of the camera men that belonged to a labor union. "OH NO!!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 2:05 pm
((lack of formatting due to post from mobile))
With all that was going down in the ring, it was possible that Kujaku might get to his go kart without meeting any kind of reprimand, but as soon as Mad Dog was attacked and all hell broke loose, the flood of guards rushed the ring like a tidal wave, aiming for Freak, Laundre, Roberto, Michael, Griffin, and yes Kujaku as well, trying to intercept him before he could get into his dinky little kart and put him down on the ground.
It appeared as though King, since the Blackjack and HBO incidents, has spent a hefty amount of cash on BBW security jobs. There were nearly three dozen guards flooding ringside, aiming to take all of these perpatraitors down to the ground with ziptie handcuffs and tazer batons. Amongst the guards were not only former bouncers, but former ex cons just seeking to rough up their possible prisoners.
Kujaku was not spared, guards trying to tackle him before he could make a clean gettaway, all while King fumed and screamed into his microphone. "YOU ARE ALL DONE. YOU. YOU. YOU. YOU." He screamed at them, pointing to eacme marauder in turn, "YOU'RE DONE. YOU'RE CHOPPED."
Truth be told, King didn't even like Mad Dog. He didn't care if he was hurt or maligned. But King had told everyone to stop and he had laid down the law. There was no mutiny on his ship, and unlike any General Manager in any company before him, especially with Matt Shanahan already on his plate, King refused to be triffled with. Already thinking of punishments for the Marauders, King would make certain none of them got off free for disobeying his direct orders.
It was a shame. They could have enjoyed a wonderful working relationship.
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