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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:14 pm
The lights were out and the spotlight went straight to a guy standing on stage. He had on a long sleeve white shirt that was wrinkled up and halfway tucked in. Blue jeans were also apart of the attire as he stumbled his way to the ring. Over his head, for some reason, was a lampshade. As he neared the ring, he stumbled over himself and ended up rolling himself to the ring. He got back up, got in, and got a mic. The lights remained off with the exception of the spotlight on him.
"It's... been.. awhi*Hic*le..." this man spoke with a different voice. The crowd was in the mits of either confusion, cheer, and a bit of chuckles. "I am here... at.. this place.. because.. . . . I have.. re...re...Revenge! on someone. That pesky Lightning guy. Not only can't he.. drink a beer like me... Drunko.. can.. But.. He can't.. do other things either," 'Drunko' spoke. He rubbed the back of the lamp shade before pointing around to the crowd. "And.. you all know why.. he.. did something.. like this.. and *hic* he will say 'I Quit' in his match tonight.. Because," 'Drunko' removed the lamp shade to show a pencil lodged in his forehead. He also walked over to a corner and grabbed a 'bat with a nail spike on it'. "I'm.. gonna.. Cheeeeeeeeeese him.."
The bat was a sort of blow-up toy.
Obviously, this wasn't Drunko. Rather, it was GBL, himself. It brought question to others, but it seemed the crowd been getting an idea as a smirk was on his face. GBL tossed the toy to the side and removed the pencil from his head. It stuck thanks to the aid of tape. It was also cut out a bit short so he could roll, freely, without messing with the thing. He pulled the shirt in order for it to just hang loose rather be partly tucked in. Clapping his hands together, he got the crowd going before placing the mic to his lips.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... Boys and girls of all ages.. I bring to you.. For one night only, a time of chaos and random acts. I bring to you.. For one night only, a gig that makes others laugh.. others pissed.. and others left with that question of 'What the hell'. I bring to you.. For one night only.. The Purple Show!"
The lights came on as the ring was decorated with two lazy-boy chairs, two tall lamps, and a couch. The six joker cards rug covered the ring to give it the flavor of The Purple Show. GBL removed his white shirt to reveal a black Dark Lotus shirt. Rather than his normal dark blue hair, he had dark violet for the evening. "So! Allow me to introduce my first guest into the purple show! Are you ready?"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:46 pm
ALL ABOARDDDDDD! HAHAHAHA!
The lights went completely off. The music started to swell
Are you ready? GO!!
A man and a female rose from a lift under the entrance stage. The man, dressed vaguely like Criss Angel and the female, dressed vaguely like that one chick from the Exterminators. You know. That chick. Yeah. She's hot. Mmm. ANYWAYS.... The fans, well, they didn't actually cheer or anything. They wondered WTF this was.
Time!
Will my ego ever be satisfied?
Blinded..
As you enter my mind
ENTER MY MIND!
Fireworks of pink and yellow went off above the titantron as bubbles went off on the side. The man removed a his hair from his face to reveal that it was Jay's brother, Mystic. Of course, any fan with half a brain would recognize the man's girlfriend. But whatever, people are stupid. He walked down the ramp slapping the hand of his fans and slid into the ring. the lights in the arena were pink and fuchsia. Fans kept kinda quiet..
Am I alive? (it's a mindfreak)
Everything keeps haunting me
It's no surprise (it's a Mindfreak)
MINDFREAK! (are you ready?)
MINDFREAK!!
Mystic and his girlfriend rolled into the ring. He crawled over to the far right turnbuckle using his arms and climbed up it from the ground. Putting his arms out. Pink pyro shot off from the turnbuckle which sent him flying backwards and landing onto the mat.
Scurrying to his feet he played it off cool. Looking around he pointed to the crowd. "Hello one and all. I'm Jeff Hardy! No.. Wait.. I'm Criss Angel! No.. That's... I'm Kalos! GOD DAMNIT, WHO AM I?!" he yelled, beginning to walk in a circle. Stopping, his eyes scanned the arena. "I'll tell you who I am. I'm the Charismatic Demonic Mindfreak Engima Angelic Diablo, KAL!" he exclaimed. He stomped around the ring before turning to his girlfriend. Doing a sidestep, he superkicked his girlfriend out of the ring and watched her sell it by falling out and rolling up the ramp.
"That's for not being Velvet Sky, you whore!" he said. Letting out a slight chuckle, he turned and took off his horrible Criss Angel wig and threw it into the crowd before walking over to where his brother is.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:06 pm
With the entrance of the Charismatic Demonic Mindfreak Engima Angelic Diablo, GBL walked over to a chair and sat down. He pulled the foot rest up and waited for this flashy entrance to finish. It was good to hear his old theme from long ago, but he preferred the theme he had now. When the male got in the ring, GBL folded his hands across his chest to watch his brother go at it.
Listening to what his brother, or 'Kal', had to say, the male had to resist cracking up. What came to a surprise was when he super kicked Camron out of the ring. The male had a surprised look as he rubbed his own jaw. He kicked the foot rest down and stood up to face his brother. He ended up walking over to the ropes as he leaned over, watching the woman go backstage. He looked to Mystic once more as he walked over and let out a laugh. "So... C.D.M.E.A.D, it seems you were so caught up in your bad memory, that you mistaken Camron for Velvet Sky. How do you feel now that you super kicked an innocent female?! It was your fault that you brought her out here. I mean.. come on.. How low do you have to be to kick a woman in the face?" GBL asked, playing... clueless.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:15 pm
Mystic did a little twirl. His body tensed up as GBL asked the question. Inching over to GBL in the most awkward inch-hop he could muster, he placed his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Well, you see. That was all an Illusion. You see, the Charismatic Demonic Mindfreak Engima Angelic Diablo Pepsi-Drinker... He can make things happen!" Removing his arm he walked in front of his brother. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a box of cards. Turning his back to his brother, he fiddling with the box before turning back around. "For example. I'm going to pull a card out of this box... WITH MY MIND!" He exclaimed. Holding the box in his right hand, it was clearly visible that he had a strings attached to his thumb. "WOOOSHAHBOOOLALDO." he yelled as he jerked his hand, causing... a picture to pop out. "What's this?" he glanced at the picture and his eyes went wide open. It was a naked picture of one of his brother's Exs. "I can explain..." he said, before turning to the crowd and yelling, "MINDEXPLOSIIIION!"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:26 pm
The only thing that came from GBL at the time was the question of 'Pepsi-drinker?'. He shook his head before looking to Mystic and his magic act. He stared at the picture that came out and took it before looking at it. ". . ." He looked up to Mystic before sliding the picture into his pocket with a annoyed and embarrassed expression it seemed. GBL let out a cough before getting back on the mic. "No body saw that.." he stated before looking back to the long-named Mind Exploder. "So, all of that was an illusion to? Pray tell, are your skills an illusion, too?"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:35 pm
Mystic stomped the ground angrily. He was not happy with that comment. "Oh! That was low!" Mystic grabbed a hold of the ropes and began to shake them violently. He turned and pointed his finger at his brother. "You do know the power of the Charismatic Angelic Pepsi-Drinking Wheel-Spinning Heart-Stealing Magic-Dealing Demonic Enigmatic Mindfreaking FREAK, son!" Slides out of the ring, he walked over to a fan, mic in hand. Don't ask how he got it, he just did, I'm not writing it in. "Excuse me, sir." he asked the fan. "Do you think my Illusions are good?"
"Uh.. Well... Sur-" before the man could even finish, Mystic had uppercut him. "IT'S DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE DRUG-FREE ENIGMATIC MINDFREAK CHARISMA HOUND!" he yelled, before jumping into the crowd. He began randomly uppercutting people until security forced him back into the ring. "Yeah! That's what I thought! You don't want any of th-...Where am I?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:48 pm
After watching Mystic go on his rampage, GBL walked over to the couch and just laid face first on the couch, unable to keep character. The male could easily count five things wrong with this whole set-up. After Mystic had returned to the ring, GBL picked himself back up and stared at his brother. He walked over to him, placed an arm around him, and pointed to the Wrestlemania logo near the entrance. "Uh... Charismatic Angelic.. demoniod.. Spinning drunken wheel straight-edged transfomer... Thing.. You are at Wrestlemania. Where spectacular matches take place, such as Z Mystic and GBL from two years ago.. Or Rhamm and Cyrus.. Or.. any matches that does not involve Teh-er-THE Blue Angel," GBL stated as he glanced around the crowd that let out their own 'Ooooh'.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:19 pm
"But why am I here?! I'm retired!" he yelled. He was playing it off like he didn't know what the hell was going on. "Wait. Wrestlemania?! Did I go back in time?! Is this Loser Leaves RAW?!" beginning to scream wildly. Mystic dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring, where he proceeded to run around the ring wildly in a panic. Hoping over one of the announcer's tables. He clung to one of the announcers, spouting something off about being Jesus and having mythical powers.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:31 pm
GBL watched Mystic's panic spree and ended up facepalming. Cole, on the other hand, was trying to get the deranged male off of him while a few people around laughed at the situation. GBL looked around the crowd as a Dark Lotus chant began to pick up. Walking over, the currently sane brother walked to the ropes and leaned over. "You are here, because you have been involved in every Wrestlemania in some way ever since debuting here. What is Wrestlemania without the reunion of Dark Lotus?" he asked before backing up and motioning for his brother to come back to the ring. "Now get back in this ring, my brotha! We have a show to run!" GBL exclaimed before walking over to a chair and sitting back down.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 12:15 am
Mystic shook his head and let go of Cole. He made his way over to the ring and rolled into it. Standing his eyes looks over to the announcers table. A chuckle escaped his mouth. "Okay okay. Act is over. AFTER ONE LAST MAGIC TRICK!" he said. Pointing his finger over to the Announcers table. "Bang!" The tables broke apart and inside were a bundle of Fireworks. The fireworks shot off right in front of all the announcers. A giggle came out and he turned to the crowd. "Everyone. Welcome. To the Purple Show." The purple lights kicked back on and scanned over the items in the ring once again. Mystic walked over and plopped into his chair.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 12:30 am
GBL nodded his head after the events were done and fulfilled. A barrage of Dark Lotus chants shot out as GBL relaxed and took in the crowd. He looked over to his brother before looking out into the crowd.
"This is the first Purple Show in two years... TWO YEARS! It may be the last, even. So! We are making this memorable. This Wrestlemania, This Purple Show.. We are going to play a game. A Dance-off. The rules are simple.. People dance.. Mystic and I are the judges.. We pick the winner.. BUT!.. Rather than the winner get a simple prize, he gets a choice. You see.. When it comes to playing games, Dark Lotus likes to make things chaotic. Before that, we need to introduce the contestants.. First up... Ladies and Gentleman.. Please welcome.." GBL stopped and glanced over to the stage.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 11:38 am
The ring ropes had been removed for the sake of the competition. "Introducing first to the stage... Returning at Wrestlemania with this competition... you know him as Saint Joey, but tonight... he is... MICHAEL JOESON!!"The lights went out, and it went silent, bar from the applause of a few die-hard members of the Saint Joey Fanclub. Suddenly, a spotlight shone down on the ring, and a hooded figure was stood there...  "Music..."... ... ... OWW!Saint Joey threw off the cloak, revealing himself (but not like that)! In contrast to the darkness of the capes, his outfight was glowing white.  'Now, ok Joey, remember the steps... raise, swing, tilt, shuffle, spin, jump..." Joey began to bust a move as he danced around the ring. He was doing so well, a few zombies burst through the ground to dance, but they moaned and crawled back into the ground when they realised it was the wrong song. 'Ok... aaaand... MOONWALK!'Joey moonwalked for about two seconds, before tumbling and falling out of the ring, since the ropes had been removed. He landed on his a**, but that didn't deter him. He jumped back on the canvas, shaking his knees, before spinning across to the centre and throwing his hat out. It span neatly through the air. A member of the crowd went to grab it, but it stopped! It began to fly back to Joey, leaving a trail of sparks behind it! Joey grabbed it, putting it back on his head, tilted forward, and turned to his side, putting his head down as the music and lights slowly faded out.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:39 pm
Hopping out of his chair, Mystic put his microphone to his mouth. "Well, here is a treat for all you ECW fans! Introducing, Colin Delainey! Oh. Wait. Wrong Jobbe-I mean Superstar. Introducing..."
A man wearing a dark robe stepped onto the stages. The Duel of Fates began to play. After about twenty seconds, he pulled off his cape. It was THE JEDI! Pulling his toy Lightsaber from his side. He pushed the button to turn it on. Men dressed as stormtrooper came out and lined the ramp to the ring.
Jedi proceeded down, doing badly choreographed fights and moves one his way down. Once he finished off the 'Stormtroopers,' The Jedi slid into the ring to finish his routine.
The Jedi began spinning his plastic lightsaber wildly and ending up smashing Mystic in the face with it. The lightsaber then proceeded to fly out of the Jedi's hand and smash a random face in the face. The music cut and the Jedi cringed. "It was... an accident..?"
Mystic gave Jedi a deathglare.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 8:38 am
 HEEEEEEEEEEEE'S HOT! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S SPICY! HE TASTES GREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAT!!Heeeeeeeeee's Currry CHRONO!  KOOOOOOOONICHIWA!!!GO! GO!! GO! GO!! GO! GO!! The King of Spice comes out to the WWE audience, dancing. The WWE Audience dancing along with him. He etches his way to down the ramp, and he sees a camera man. He gives the camera man a thumbs up, as dramatic lines appear behind him.. The power of curry perhaps? Curry Chrono entered the ring, as he stood in the middle of the squared circle. The lights dimmed as a spot light shined and then.. ...He danced like a madman on fire! Complete with booty shaking, pelvic thrusts and arm raising! Then pyro began to go off! This was truly a sight to behold!
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 9:36 am
((Tribute to what I grew up in xd )) You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
Achy Breaky Heart from the only guy deserving the career he had in his family, Billy Ray Cyrus, started playing as a guy, wearing a trench coat approached from the ring. The cowboy hat was covering a major part from his face, so no one could tell who it was.
You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more
The man rolled inside the ring, and took off his trench coat, revealing himself being Marxx, in a cowboy outfit!
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
And that was at this exact moment that he let his redneck influence from the lost part of New Brunswick he was born speak from themselves. He was in the middle of the ring, doing a LINE DANCE! The spot was on him, and he was just enjoying himself, despite know he was simply looking ridiculous.
Once he was done, the music slowly faded and he could hear the crowd cheering that entertainment. He approached from the edge of the ropeless ring, then took off his hat, revealing completely the Billy Ray Mullet wig he was wearing. He threw the hat to the crowd, then got in line with the other contestants.
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