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 Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 4:13 pm
WRESTLER NAME: The Brutal Bard (Damian Cole) WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: This won't be a gentle lullaby! WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES: The Boxing Bard: A pretty straightforward punch to the chest. The Distracting Dancer: The Bard whips off his cape and twirls around his opponent throwing his cape in their face at the same time. The Smashing Strummer: The Bard smashes his wooden guitar into his opponent's face. Usually an emergency finishing move since he only has the one guitar. MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!! The Bard wasn't so much nervous as extremely excited, it was a Crystal after all. He stepped into the ring in a ridiculous costume, with the addition of a Zorro type mask to protect his anonymity, while strumming his acoustic guitar. He didn't really want to use the guitar as a weapon (his mother would kill him), but it made a cool prop. Now, if only he knew any actual wrestling moves.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 4:33 pm
WRESTLER NAME: Doctor Lullabye (Liliana Jacobs)
WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: See you in your nightmares!
WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:
Pillow Fight --- she grabs her opponents wrist and attempts to fling them into the ropes, grabbing them repeatedly as the bounce back to her
Blanket Dive --- she jumps off one of the corner post to try to flatten her opponent, or rather knock them over
Light's out --- kick to the back of the shins followed by a kick to the top of the back to knock her opponent down flat
MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!
She simple jumps into the ring, no fuss, no muss. She is wearing an awesome sleepy time getup, with a sleep mask, only sheer so she can see and her natural curls have been straightened out.
The expression on her face says she does not want to do this, but her posture is determines, so she delves out her little catch phrase and is ready to hopefully not get her bottom handed to her!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 4:55 pm
WRESTLER NAME: DREAD ZOMBIE-PIRATE CAPTAIN DAVY JONES (Carter Martin) WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: I'll me ye sleep with ye fishes, landlubber! WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES: FIRE THE CANNONS! The Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain Davy Jones pulls forth a tiny canon from under his jacket and opens fire upon the enemy, blasting them with the Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain's most dreaded weapon ever known to man: the darkest, most sugary kind of sea water ever known. USED! OH YEEEEEAH! The Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain leaps onto the side of the ring and attempts to sling-shot himself at the opponent, choosing to either grapple, bash, or just fling himself around the ring in an unpredictable pattern. USED! ALL-PORPOISE DIVE! One of the Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain's more questionable moves, the Captain hits the deck and barrel rolls under his opponent, either to get around them, dodge, or to just try and splash his opponent while doing flips'n's**t. USED! MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!The Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain Davy Jones is a lot shorter than everyone remembers, or believed him to be. Rather short and menacing, the Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain arrives at the ring on his skateboard, pausing from time to time to perform a kick-flip without flippy-floppies and growl. His appearance makes him look like a Pirate Captain, however the worn jacket he wears bears many stains, barnacles, and rips fitting to a zombie-pirate. He even sacrificed what little was left of his undead pride to wear make-up, making it appear that half of his face is ashy while the other half is skeletal in appearance. There is even a fake neatly-tripped beard strapped to his face, and should it get ripped off it should be noted that said beard was also drawn on his face in marker. A bandanna and pirate's hat covers his bright blue hair, and honestly the rest of his outfit looks like a beach souvenir shop threw up on him: sharks teeth, shells, and sea weed are just some of the more noticeable things that are slapped hap-haphazardly upon his person. There's also a reek of salt water about him... An interesting thing to note about him is that his costume also boasts blue, glow-in-the-dark paint. When the lights are off, it appears that the dreaded zombie-pirate captain is bio-luminescent. However, given the lighting in the arena, this fact is entirely lost as he does not glow. His beard, when darkened, also glows blue. Except as long as the fake-beard is there, it can't be seen. (( No time to draw a picture of this awesomeness, sorry. :c ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:05 pm
"ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE?"The announcer, standing on a podium on center stage, gripped a trembling hand around the microphone descending from above -- even from a couple relatively safe yards away, he could feel the eyes of not just the enraged Don Diablos, but of the couple dozen previously un-heard of competitors that had crowded the ring. It was as utterly nervewracking as it was insurmountably exciting. Never in all the years of pro wrestling in this city had anyone ever seen a spectacle quite like this. And the audience was definitely thrilled to be able to witness it life: the frantic cheering came in deafening waves, flooding the combatants' ears with their expectations. Taking up a the majority of one corner was the man of the hour itself: Don Diablos, gripping the ropes stretched around the ring with veiny ham-sized fists, loomed over his challengers with a bloodlusting look in his eyes. True to his name, he looked less like a man and more like some demon sent up from the bowels of the underworld to make their lives harder. Around his waist was the now-infamous Championship Belt, gaudier in person than it had ever been in news reports and Internet videos -- but there was also a rich amber glow that made it look as if there were a third eye on his stomach, and for Senshi and Negaverse a familiar pulse of energy as well. Any lingering doubts about the authenticity of this Crystal sighting were now completely erased.  It was, to say the very least, go time. GETTING THAT CRYSTALThe competitors have all arrived, and the bell's about to ring! You and your comrades are about to face Don Diablos in the Ultimate Megathreat Triple-X-Treme Elimination Showdown -- a spectacle the Luchadome hasn't seen since the battle against Dante's Inferno in the early 1970's, where it was decided the fatality risk was too high to try such a thing ever again. However, Don Diablos's demands were a bit too convincing to not refuse... and if you want to secure that Crystal, you have no choice in the matter now... THE RULESAt the start of each round, Don Diablos will roll a die that determines how many people he will knock out of the ring.
Generate a random number between 1 and 50 each round to try and stay in the fight. The lowest rolls will be eliminated!
You can increase your chances of survival by using one of your signature moves. This allows you to roll one extra 20-sided die in an extra post. PLEASE EDIT IN YOUR TOTAL WHEN YOU DO THIS!
YOU CAN ONLY USE EACH SIGNATURE MOVE ONCE. That means three attempts total!
The last wrestler standing wins the Crystal, the Championship Belt and legions of adoring fans.
And last but not least, there is a 24-hour limit to get your post in for each round. Anyone who doesn't post before the start of the next round is disqualified. You can continue to RP after you have made your roll, but DO NOT ROLL MORE THAN ONCE PER ROUND.THE FIGHT BEGINS ON THE NEXT POST
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The Space Cauldron rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:12 pm
The bell rang.
And like a match striking concrete, Don Diablos was on fire. His hands released the ropes, almost snapping them in the process, and with a derisive snort he surveyed the competitors around him. The huge speakers over the stadium began to blast out aggressive guitar riffs and drum beats, but no noise in the world could drown out this man's voice.
"IS THIS ALL DESTINY CITY HAS TO OFFER THE DON?"
This was the most coherent sentence he had said all week. He followed it off with a bellow that shook the stage, and charged the crowd in the ring like a bull.
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Marsh the Sex Panda generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
37!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:21 pm
Oh s**t! The guy was freaking on FIRE. The Brutal Bard hadn't agreed to this, but it was too late to run now. Swinging his guitar onto his back he tried to stay out of Don Diablos' way, his strategy was to just try to keep from getting hit until some of the others were knocked out. Less competition meant easier access to the belt- and hopefully that would mean the Don would be a little more worn out.
Only time would tell how well that strategy worked out.
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LP generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
30!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:23 pm
ZEUS "THE BULLDOG" WALLACHIA moved quickly watching Don. This was not going to end well, he just hoped he didn't end up with broken ribs... AGAIN.
The whole 'fire' thing though made Zeus a bit wary as he was ready to dodge the guy if he had to. He was impressed by how many people were in the ring, there were so many here. How'd he let Grams talk him into this?
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Marushii generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
14!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:23 pm
The Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain Davy Jones wondered why he was here. He was one of the shortest, and his skateboard was taken away and left outside of the ring -- no hope in using it to bash the Don, it seemed. But then again, would it have even worked? The Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain squinted at the Don. He seemed... angry. Very angry.
The Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain realized he was very, very screwed. At least his make-up worked as a sorta-disguise, should be be shamed out of the ri-wait. Wait, wait, wait did he just see who he thought he saw?! Were his TEAMMATES here?!
The Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain Davy Jones really, really hoped his teammates didn't notice him. He'd never be able to live it down if they found out he was wearing make-up. Well, maybe not Alba but if Damian found out...
Not wanting to think further on that thought, the Dread Zombie-Pirate Captain Davy Jones quickly followed The Brutal Bard's lead, trying to tackle the great ANNNNGRY Don Diablos.
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Marushii rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:25 pm
As he rushed, the Zombie-Pirate Davy Jones' boot became entangled in his other boot, prompting the wannabe-wrestler to trip and roll into an ALL-PORPOSE DIVE, ducking under and around the Angry Don Diablos to pop up on the other side.
(( The Dread-Zombie Pirate Captain Davy Jones now has a waterlogged score of 23! ))
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Lithiasaur generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
19!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:26 pm
Anthony Darrow had no idea what was going on. Here he was, stuck in some kind of gathering of escaped insane asylum patients. Or he might as well have been. His tight clothes made him feel very close to naked, and he stood as curled into himself as physically possible for the adult male.
There was screaming all around him. Eager, he imagined, though to him it was terrible and really needed to stop.
Looking around, he heard a bell ring, and everything just got louder. How could these people enjoy something like this? It was like a rock concert without the good music or booze. He frowned, covering his ears, or rather the bumps of the helmet that were protecting his ears, and moved forward when everyone else did.
Dread Dewey realized he was just standing there, looking like a little lost sheep. That wasn't the best strategy anyone had ever come up with in the ring, but maybe, just standing there as everyone else tried to attack the guy, would mean no one noticed him.
Or maybe he would get his head bashed in.
Either way, he stayed put.
Edit: First roll was 19, new roll is 15, total is 34!
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Kaori_luv generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
8!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:26 pm
Doctor Lullabye frowned when the crazy crystal cracked up wrestler starting charging around the ring. Terror ran through her, but she found it was a sensation she was becoming use to. She could actually kiss the ground at her luck of learning to think in a crisis moment.
She weaved around trying to avoid Lord Crazy Belt and all the others in the rink. She did not want to be flung out. She wasn't exactly the biggest thing around.
Total: 26
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Kaori_luv generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
18!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:30 pm
It did not seem to be working as Lord Crazy Belt seemed to appear out of no where and now he was way to close for comfort. It looked like Doctor Lullabye was going to have to stand her ground. It she got flung now at least Lula was participating to. She would be rooting her on from the crowd!
She ran and climbed up the end post to attempt a BLANKET DIVE!
Total: 26
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shibrogane generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
44!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:31 pm
The Phoenix Empress had started to think, after meeting up with her partner, that this might have been a terrible idea. The crowd inside the ring was huge--literally packed. No room to maneuver, or to get a good angle if she had to... Plus. The man in front of them was huge. And on fire. "Why is he on fire," she asked the Dragon Emperor. "He's always on fire, isn't he."
Well, she knew fire. She knew fire inside and out. She also knew what being burned and branded felt like, and knew she could handle it. There was a reason she'd picked the word "phoenix" for her pro wrestling appellation.
Deep breaths. She cracked her knuckles, surged forward with the rest of the group. No way was anyone getting to that Crystal before she did!
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A Wandering Esper generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
10!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:33 pm
This was the stupidest god damn thing he had ever done in his life.
And he'd done a whole lot of stupid s**t in his life.
It had all started in dinner with his father - Xavier Avery wasn't in wrestling. Like, at all. Damian Avery, however, was. Pelvis Chestly was his homeboy. Seeing his homeboy broken into many pieces had made it so that his father had a very deep, rather incendiary opinion of the subject.
Wrestling was serious business, after all.
The blonde had for the most point tuned out his father's rant, until he said one word. One single word. Crystal.
God. Damn. It.
He couldn't let this fly by. He had... had to at least try.
Try for the god damn crystal, and try not to die.
The fact that his father was probably sitting in that crowd cheering like a moron did not help.
And this was the reason why The Sound Emperor had been born, out of whatever he'd found at the back of his closet, mix-matched into something that both concealed his identity, and his injury. Sure, his right arm was broken, and hanging mostly useless at his side, but the rest of his body was probably in better shape than it had been for his whole life. The irony wasn't amusing him.
It was a good thing he was wearing the helmet of his old Daft Punk halloween costume from eons ago, or else it would have been much easier to see how scared stiff it was.
He had fought many things. Bone spiders, acid-dripping spiders, legions of moths, hell, technically he'd even fought a god damn cake (a delicious fight, in fact), this couldn't be worse than a youma, right ? Well, it wouldn't be if The Sound Emperor would have also been his other alter-ego under all those layers of cloth.
As long as he didn't land on his arm-
The Don charged, and The Sound Emperor first's reflex was to slide away from that heated fury of a man. He seemed to be also trying to adopt the tiring out tactic.
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Demy-Stardust generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
27!
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:34 pm
Oh s**t why had he let Zee talk him into this?! Sure it sounded awesome! Make up a wrestling persona, wear a dorky costume, and maybe get a crystal in the process. Sweet.
This...was -******** horrifying-. That guy was on fire. ON. FIRE. And Master Awesome was pretty sure he wasn't a Senshi or a Negaverser, so uh...dear god, He had a feeling this was going to end in a lot of pain.
...Hopefully Zac would take care of him if it came to that.
For now though, he'd take the high road and keep the hell away from that on fire dude. Yes, charging in and doing reckless things was usually Demy's game, but thankfully today he thought about it for at least a minute and realized something. Stay away, let some of the others get knocked out to free up some room, and THEN kick a**. This could work, it WOULD work.
He hoped.
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