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 Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:25 pm
After the opening video package of Reloaded is shown and the fireworks going off, the crowd were on their feet for the great opening. After a bit of the smoke had cleared, the lights dimmed down to a dark purple as "Strange Clouds" by B.O.B started up, the crowd staying on their feet to this theme. Bad Boy stepped out, in casual gear, but the only thing that was important was the LWL Reloaded Championship being worn on his shoulder!  The crowd giving him a big positive response, Bad grabbed the belt off his shoulder with both hands and raised it up slowly, yelling out "AWWWWWWWWWW YEAH!" by the time the belt was above his head. The big smirk on his face showing how much the title meant to him. He put the title back on his shoulder and walked down the ramp and to the ring. Bad made a quick walk down the ramp, getting to ring side and walking up the steel steps walking to the middle of the apron, opposite the camera side. Bad raised the title again with both arms, nodding his head, soaking in the positive response from the crowd. He stepped through the ropes and walked to the camera side raising the belt up once more. He put the belt back on his shoulder as "Strange Clouds" faded down and the lights return to normal. Bad grabbed a microphone as the crowd settled down. "Last month, this company had hit the reset button. And during that time of reloading, came the search for the competitors that would make the roster of the Lethal Wrestling League. I was called to join the company, and immediate doubts had come from many others that didn't know a damn thing about not only me, but LWL. I was told by many that I didn't fit here in the LWL. They said that the hardcore nature would eat me alive. They said that the LWL was small time. That is where they are all wrong.
You see you fans knew how much of a fight I am able to bring, you all knew the type of violence that I had the ability to bring to this organization, and that's why when you fans have received a restart, you got yourselves the best restart possible! I'm here for every one of you, at Mortal Punishment I showed each and every one of you why I deserved this belt, and I'm here to defend this title, with the bloody honor that you all thrive for!"Bad had said as he rose the title up high with his other arm, the fans applauding the speech he made for them. Once the fans settled down again he put the title back on his shoulder and continued his promo. "Speaking back on Mortal Punishment. During the Elimination Chamber match I had two opponents that stood out to me. And tonight they had received their Number One Contenders match for the Reloaded Championship. Jake Roman, you made yourself a big target when you aligned yourself with Chris Nightshade after he had boasted of being the greatest manager of all time. You two had learned first hand that it isn't all about claiming what you are, it is being what you are. If you call yourself the best, you damn sure better back that up when it comes to show time!
And the next man was the competitor that not only started the Elimination Chamber match with me, he was also the last man standing with me in the match, and that is Rex Kobra. Together me and you had survived all four of the other competitors in that match. In the end, much like I do for these fans, I fought to win the Lethal Wrestling League's Reloaded Championship."The fans had again given Bad a good response as he turned to them again, raising the belt up, pounding his chest, nodding his head with a big smile on his face. ((Planned segment, interruptions only from those involved in these plans.))
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 11:18 pm
Don't lie to yourself
It gave you pleasure The opening notes of Demonoid Phenomenon burst out of the speakers, interrupting Bad Boy's celebration. Out from the back, Rex marched. His face was near emotionless, yet as the camera focused on his eyes there was a bit of heat in there. It was a mixture of anger and a little bit of psychosis. Opting out of his usual deranged, big man antics, he marched down the ramp with purpose. Clad in nothing but jeans and combat boots, his body showed the damage from the pay-per-view. While most who had gone through such a beating would be at least a little bandaged up, Kobra wore nothing like that. Every bruise, cut, and welt sat in the open for everybody to look at. Battle scars were nothing to hide. At the bottom of the ramp he turned and moved to the steps, climbing up them quickly and moving into the ring in an equally expeditious manner. Glaring at Bad Boy for a moment, he moved to the ropes near the announce table where he grabbed a mic. He tapped on the top of it as his music died down and he raised it to his lips where a small smirk formed. "Most folks would come down here and make excuses for why they deserve to be in that spot instead," Rex said plainly. "Me though. No. I will state that you do deserve to be standing here as the LWL Reloaded championship." As he opened his mouth to speak again, the crowd let loose another loud burst of cheering and applause, prompting Kobra to march to the ropes and lean out. "Shut up. Did it sound like I was anywhere near finished speaking?"His gaze shot back to Bad Boy. "While I am willing to give credit where it is due and state that you put up one hell of a match, you marched through hell and came out victorious. You beat five other guys. That is all well and good but here's the thing, bro-ham. I still don't like it. No that's too light. I dislike seeing that belt on you. I hate it. I loathe the fact that you were able to get one-up on me. There is not a hate deep enough to describe how I feel toward you stating you're here for all those disposable peons in the seats out there."There was a loud chorus of boos to which Kobra silenced himself to let them get it out of their systems. "Go ahead. Boo me for telling it like it is, you useless sex objects. The fact is, boy. I wouldn't put too much stock in Roman or that little man-candy manager of his. Just forget they exist. Close your eyes and and just...boop...wish them away. Because tonight, I am going to plow right through them and and become the number one contender. And when I do, when it is just you and me in that ring, alone. I am going to beat you like a b***h and take that gold from your lifeless body." As he finished speaking, he lowered the mic and glared at the champ.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:43 pm
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" A voice commanded over the sound system as Rex finished speaking. The fans were already booing as Chris Nightshade and his client, Jake Roman, came walking out of the backstage area. The dapper gentleman and his young 'investment' were clearly ill-received by the audience. After hopefully getting the attention of the two men in the ring, Nightshade would lift his microphone up to his lips. "Hold... everything... ladies and gentlemen, there is some praise to be awarded at this time, and I thought it would be criminal for us to let you all go on without acknowledging it! First, let's give it up for Rex Kobra, possibly the stalest man I've heard speak into a microphone since Majin Inferno's -glorious- speech at Mortal Punishment! Give 'em a round of applause!"Chris began to lethargically smack his hand against his opposing wrist, adding onto the sarcastic tone in his voice. Perhaps Jake joined in, perhaps he didn't. Most of the fans didn't, at least. "Never before have I been described as 'man-candy', and I'm flattered you see me in such a light, Mr. Kobra. However, only the finest of women are allowed to lay with me, and I'm afraid your mullet is a tad unappealing," Nightshade added before moving his gaze to the Reloaded Champion. A wide grin appeared on his face while he gestured towards the man. "Oh, and there he is! The man of the hour, Jake! It's our new champion, Bad Boy! Everyone, please give him a hand as well! He did so well in the Chamber, managing to pick up the win after my client, Jake Roman, did ALL of the hard work! After my client beat every man, including Mr. Kobra, within an inch of their lives, Bad Boy stole the victory away; a true trait for a world champion! You really DO deserve it!... But I'm afraid my client here does NOT agree with my views."Chris paused to let his words sink, his arm lowering back to his side. "You see, Jake doesn't like that you ROBBED him of his championship. In fact, the only thing stopping him from marching down to that ring and breaking your neck to take what rightfully belongs to him, is the fact that he WANTS to send Mr. Kobra to the emergency room first! Isn't that right, Jake?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:43 pm
With a confident and cold-blooded grin on his face, the anxiousness of Roman to intimidate his potentially next two opponents was glaring. He took the shared microphone from his manager's extended hand, and didn't waste time before raising it to his lips and attempting to finish Nightshade's already brilliant speech just as fitting.
"I know you all had your worries at Mortal Punishment... looking out for five other men has to really make you watch your back, doesn't it? But it gets worse, because now you both only have one opponent to lose some sleep over, and that's me." Boos rained down from the stands, but Roman didn't bother wasting time on their response. This wasn't a democracy; Jake Roman was a ******** man on a mission, and he felt as if the title was rightfully his. He was going to do anything to shut them up and prove himself as the top dog at such an early age.
"I've been following each of your careers.... and to be honest, it was hard not to sleep through it. In fact, I, Jake Roman, have found the cure for insomnia, and it is watching Bad Boy compete in a wrestling ring." The boos got louder, not only because Jake was carrying himself like a cocky a*****e, but he just insulted the champion. Their champion. The audience felt that Bad Boy had deserved to wear that pretty piece of gold around his waist, but clearly, more than one of his opponents from Mortal Punishment disagreed.
"And Kobra? You don't think he should invest in me? Fine, you can lose some gold, too. Because I like it when you underestimate me, Rex. There's always gotta be that one guy we know that ends up living life like a vegetable because that one time he forgot to wear a helmet, or that one car he didn't see coming, or that one man he shouldn't have crossed paths with got a hold of him. And that man is gonna be you, if you and all of these people don't show me some respect!" He lowered the mic now, letting the crowd get all their jeers and spiteful words in. Roman bathed in their hatred. He was convinced it was all jealousy, pure envy by the masses. And how could he blame them? His confidence was through the roof and his potential didn't have one.
"You want to be Reloaded Champion? After tonight, there's going to be many more important things you should've wished for. Kobra, I am going to turn your world upside down, and it's a damn shame that it was all because you didn't think I was good enough. Oh yeah... Bad Boy? Come show time, you're going to lose a lot more than that championship. Don't worry though, after I give Rex his proper sendoff... you'll get yours soon enough."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 8:45 pm
((This was planned this way, just gonna post it, pretty sure Rex won't mind it.))
Bad Boy just kept a smirk on his face, shaking his head at the remarks made by Nightshade and Roman. He sure didn't like having his celebration speech He adjusted the title on his shoulder, before going to speak back into the microphone.
"Well if the both-"
Just like that Rex had turned around and catches Bad Boy across the mouth with a Big Boot! Bad dropped, the title falling out of his grip and to the mat, and was staring up at the lights in a daze. Rex taunted after the shot as the crowd boo'd him, as the segment would slowly end.
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