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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:18 pm
The clothesline connects flush as soon as the Crusher hops to his feet sending him whirling through the air and flat onto his back once again. As the champion was rocked with the shot his thoughts raced to Miami 1998 when he first met Shakira, rolling onto his stomach he thinks of the warm breeze of the gulf that enveloped his dark s**c skin that fateful day that Sean Paul invited him into his limo. That was one of the days that changed his life. All he wanted to be was back in that nightclub mobbing 6 figures deep with the big boys instead he was getting literally eaten by sharks.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:30 pm
Bad Boy rolled his arm, shaking off the slight pain from executing the Clothesline. He looked around to the crowd with a smirk on his face before turning back to The Shah, who was on his stomach. Bad would reach down to grab him by the back of the mask, and after pulling him to his feet, would look to send him into the same steel steps Crusher tripped over!
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:36 pm
Straight into the steps. Straight into the STEPS by GOD almighty El Hijo Del Crusher has been SPLIT wide OPEN! Jesus Christ descends from the leaking wound in the Thugnificent One's head and evaporates into a corporeal form as the gushing champion slides down the side of the ring. Wallowing around on the ground in his own plasma he flips over onto his back trying to sit up by the Undertaker but it wasn't working he just looked like someone that had done too many crunches after eating some p***y.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:46 pm
The crowd let out an "OHHHH!" as they heard the loud crash of Shah's face hitting the steel. Bad Boy walked around, in a partial flex, this beating felt GREAT and there was plenty to come! Bad would then approach Crusher once more, now taking note of his blood staining the floor! Managing to bust the man open gave Bad even more desire to hit him square in the face! But he wanted to do so in the ring, which Bad Boy would look to roll the man into.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:50 pm
Rolled into the ring Del Crusher leaves his stains behind him as he makes it into the middle of the ring. Pushing himself up onto his knees he looks from the inside towards Bad Boy, holding his hands up, again pleading as the blood runs down his forehead with little signs of slowing down. His mask split every so slightly at the top he wobbles back and forth trying to find the words for mercy: "Wait... Wait..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:17 pm
Bad Boy walked to the steps, grabbing the wooden cane that was leaned against the apron, hitting it into the steel before he walked up them. He stepped through the ropes, looking at The Shah, shaking his head at him. "LOOK AT YOU! " He exclaimed at Crusher, "ON YOUR KNEES, BEGGING TO ME! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD PULL ONE OVER ON ME!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" He yelled down at The Shah. "NOT GONNA HAPPEN TONIGHT" as Bad reached to his head, the other hand grasped around the cane. "I'M GONNA FINISH YOU OFF....... but first...." Bad would look to pull the mask off the head of El Hijo Del Crusher.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:40 pm
"DON'T-!" The mask is removed. All illusions are cast away. The man behind the face looks up at Bad Boy with blinking eyes. A New Yorker. A man consumed with arrogance. A man who once ruled a company that was taken from underneath his very feet. A man who was hated. Reviled. Mocked. A man who ultimately, was misunderstood. Through the crimson mask the defenseless man helplessly stares up at his executioner with the knowledge that Bad Boy knew not what he had done. As the camera zoomed on on his face projecting it on the titantron it all began to make sense, all the pieces had fallen into play. The lack of offense. The sluggishness. The thick New York accent. Granted, these were all things Freakshow had. But this was not Freakshow. Nor was it Shah Ali Muhammad Shaquille. Nor was it El Hijo Del Crusher. Nor was it the CEO. And yet, by the same token, he was all of those things and more in another life. The Greatest Creative Mind in the history of Professional Wrestling had done it again. One last con. One last fast one. One. Last. SWERVE. OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! OH s**t. IT'S STAFF MEMBER RUSSO! Worked into a shoot and shot into a work the Unlimited Brother Jack emerges from both ends of the singularity simultaneously in a state of withering ecstasy and unfathomable pain, a fusion of modal frequencies that can only be described in one word, we have entered the valley of the Hypershoot and exited on a superhighway fueled by Nitrous Oxide at 100 mph exploding into the sun. The Neo-Swerve had begun. Operation Thomas Crown Affair had initiated. One of the burqa wearing figures that had accompanied Staff Member Crusher to the ring had quietly slid underneath the bottom rope. It's identity totally concealed during the opening ceremonies in it's hand is a golden fork. Slowly pulling the hood back the glimmer of diamonds flash as it reveals itself to be The Illuminati Dreamaker, The Original Midnight Marauder. Clenching the weapon he poses a question: هل أنت مستعد للموت موظر ؟
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:53 pm
Bad Boy looked down to see Freakshow, the man that he was about to rip the face of with the cane. But instead he was hit with the biggest swerve of them all. Seeing the crimson masked New Yorker right in front of his eyes made him drop both the bloody mask, and the wooden cane! His eyes widened, face of shock as he backed up. Just then a figure appeared in the corner of his eye, he turned to see The Shah! He didn't understand a damn word that was said, but knew right there that he was entirely ********! The only thing he can do is put his hands up, as if his life depended on it!
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 8:07 pm
"AYAYAYAYAYYAYAYA!" Screeching incomprehensibly the Ayatollah lunges straight for his opponent with the Golden Fork over his head! Bad Boy and Hiro had just spent nearly 8-10 minutes fighting with a man who wasn't the man. The crowd is thrown into an incensed frenzy, unable to contain their outrage at the sublimity of the Unlimited Neo-Swerve. Everything they knew had been crushed into little dust and inhaled through the gums. Completely fresh, completely clean, The Arabian Dream has blood in his eyes as he aims the prongs of the fork down towards the hairline of the Fiscally Responsible One.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 8:14 pm
Bad tried to get his hands up to block, but was too slow! The fork was stabbed DIRECTLY into his head! Bad fell back, before rolling around, holding the spot that fork penetrated, yelling as if he was on fire!
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 8:26 pm
"EVERYBODY LETS HEAR IT FOR THE...!" Inserting the head of the fork into his mouth the Shah makes vague karate gestures with his hands while sucking the blood from the stained gold. Shedding the burqa to reveal a heavily scarred body clad in white trunks with curly toed boots he drops the weapon, turning towards the hard camera holding both of his thumbs up in the air, he mouths the words pointing both of his thumbs towards his head in-between each letter for emphasis:
"C...E...O!"
Whirling around he wastes little time trying to drag Bad Boy up to his feet by the ears. If permitted he would tuck the mans head underneath his armpit and wrap his forearm around his feet, raising an arm up in the arm and whirling it around like a lasso to signify that he was going for a big move. Loudly a would call it to everyone that heard in preparation to spike the man headfirst for a stiff Diamond Dancing Terrorist!
"D...D...T!!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 10:53 pm
Bad Boy was face down to the mat, still the burning feeling in his face from the fork. Soon he was pulled up by his ears, more pain to his head, as they were used to drag him to the center of the ring. As he was lifted up, his face was revealed, and there were individual streaks of red liquid running down his face, blood in the water! Wobbly being forced to the center, his head was tucked under The Shah's arm pit, and he stood there in place. There was no where for him to go, but down! His face was planted right into the canvas, his body falling flat to the mat, the DDT connected! Bad Boy remained down, his body turned a bit to the side, seemingly unconscious!
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 11:43 pm
Freakshow looks straight up into the sky after planting Bad Boy with the spike DDT. He reaches his hands into the air in praise of the highest power as he thrust his hips upwards triumphantly. Kicking himself around he leans casually back towards his opponent rolling him over with his own bodyweight, putting his hands behind his necks for a very relaxed, very casual, supremely blase pin attempt. Not bothering to so much as hook a leg or even actively pin down his shoulders the blonde appeared confident that things were now very firmly in his golden hands.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 12:01 am
The fans were shut down. They weren't even booing at this point. They were just...defeated. They thought this was it, that Freakshow was going to retain the WWF:G Legacy Championship right then and there, with hardly even lifting a finger. All he did was stab a man and then DDT him. It was all that easy. The ref was disgusted. Fans in the arena and at home, disgusted. Personnel and wrestlers backstage, unable to comprehend the sheer madness of the past few minutes in this match. There was no hope. There was nothing, to these people. Freakshow won...again. Though, there did seem to being one very important thing everyone was forgetting about.
Where there's a Will, there's a way.
Hiro Shin-Mozas had been at ringside on the ground massaging his throat, resting his back, gathering his barrings. He'd been through a lot worse before, and tonight was not going to end with Freakshow as the WWF:G Legacy Champion. Fans started to turn to the side of the ring by the ramp and look, their attention grabbed by movement. It was with that movement that hope was again instilled in the Madison Square Garden crowd. Cheers as loud as they'd been since Russo was getting his a** kicked filled everywhere. Freakshow had to be stunned while covering Bad Boy that they would give such cheers for him. The God of Will used the apron to stand, and quickly pulled himself up onto it with the ropes. The ref dropped down for the count, and Hiro quickly ran to the turnbuckle, scaling it with a grimace on his face. The ref was at one, The God of Will atop the turnbuckle. He got his balance as the ref counted two. Hiro jumped. He aimed a diving headbutt right on to Freakshow to save the match and break up the pin, and light this crowd ablaze!
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 3:05 pm
DIVING HEADBUTTU As he looks up into the lights his vision is obscured by a big, fat, ugly, Chilean head. The absolute last thing he wanted to see or hear. The headbutt connects and the fans are happy that the highest drawing figure into the history of WWFG had just been interrupted in his potential victory by someone who had not yet lost his virginity. Rolling over onto his side the super-veteran clutches at the side of his head. It felt as if someone had just shoved a long hard d**k through his eyeball. Reaching for the fork he had dropped earlier the booty beast rolls onto his stomach laying on his hands to conceal them.
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