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 Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:50 pm
With the arena dark and a single spotlight on a GBL wearing a hoodie, the male was pacing around the ring. He finally pulled a mic from his back pocket that was labeled 'TPS'. Without his IC title, GBL stopped pacing and looked out into the darkened crowd.
"Well, I lost my title, and my back is killing me. That doesn't mean that I am going to stop. Just adds more fuel to the fire. I may have been complaining, though. Complaining about how I am tired of the same old story. I am indeed sick of the book, but I need to study more about this book of King Karty. That is why I am here right now. I am here to study about royalty. I have went out and found my own king to talk to. So with that said.. For one night only.. I am bringing back a show known for antics like none other Ladies and gentlemen!. . ."
GBL paused as he removed the hoodie from his body to reveal what was underneath. When the hoodie came off, the lights came on to reveal the set-up to the ring. A chair, couch, two towers with 'T P S' going down them, and the ring was carpeted with the Six Joker Cards. The shirt that GBL was now wearing held 'The Purple Show' with the Great Milenko on the back. This could only mean one thing . . .
"Welcome to The Purple Show!" he yelled out as the theme of the Purple Show began to play out. The crowd cheered out as GBL pointed out to the crowd. "Wrestlemania is around the corner, and we are about to get twisted! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, The Purple Show is here to excite, to entertain, to get answers that only I can grasp! We all know the hazards, and we all know the insanity! Let's get this show on their way with my guest with pure royal blood within him!" he yelled out before nWo-pointing toward the stage.
(( Refrain from posting unless called on ~ ))
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 2:23 pm
The lights cut off, the spotlights made a path from the stage to the ring. Out came an army of stagehands, laying themselves on the ramp and stay, making a human-body path way to the ring. Out from the curtains popped out a small midget, carrying a comically large horn. Getting in to position, he blew in the horn. DU DU DU DUUUUU! "Now introducing. His royalty. His excellency! His majesty! YOUR lord and savior! KING. DING. ALING!"Just then an old, but familiar theme struck. 'I can hear them screaming through the forests at niiiiii-' but was stopped just as quick as it had began. "ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING DIIIIIIIIIIIING ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" And sudden, a more cheery, high pitched voice picked up, as 'Living in the Sunlight' by Tiny Tim began to play. Out of the curtains, about 8 midgets were seen carrying Mysti-Er, King Ding Aling towards the stage hands laid out on the ramp. Placing the badly painted golden box he was sitting on on to the stage hands, they began to roll their bodies and he travelled this way to the ring. Holding out his arms, the last two stage crew helped him off the box, he then smacked them and said some things that got cut off the air. Sliding in the ring, the lights came back on. His 'King' outfit looked like one you'd get from an episode of All That! or some other comedy show. As he stepped towards GBL, his nose was stuck high in the air. Infact, it was a fake nose, as his nose was nearly a foot long. "YOUR KING." he yelled, pausing. This pause lasted about a minute. "IS HERE." he said, before sitting down in a throne chair placed in the ring.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 2:30 pm
GBL had to look away from the ramp to keep a straight face at the time. The people on the ramp, the midgets, and the entrance all together could only show how bad things may get. When Mys-King Dingaling was in the ring, GBL turned and ended up moving his head back to avoid getting smacked from a nose. He just stared for a moment before taking in a breath.
"Welcome to the show, your Highness," GBL spoke before glancing off to the crowd. A combination of laughing and cheering could be heard out within the audience in attendance. He looked back to this King and let out a long breath. He was finally calmed down. "Now, you know why you are here. So, let's get this interview started. King Ding, How long have you been a King? Furthermore, how do the others react upon your stature?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:00 pm
King Ding Aling leaned to the side, as one of the midgets entered the ring and began stroking it. He was too important to tire himself with such manual labor. "Yes yes. You're very fortunate I could take time out of my busy schedule." he spoke, saying schedule more like 'sheduale'. "That's King Aling, to you peasant!" he scoffed.
As the midget stroked his obviously fake white beard, he answered the questions. "Well, I've been a King for nearly five whole minutes." he spoke, proudly. "As for others reacting to me. They react like any good peasants. They bow ay the mere mention of my GLORIOUS name. Ding Aling!" he exclaimed. "As would anyone if they knew the ruler of over 1000 nations was standing before them."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:21 pm
GBL gave a slight 'oh really' look to the comment that was made. He merely gave a shrug to the comment and even the command given. "Riiight.. King Aling. My mistake," he said. He eyed the midget performing such manual labor before turning his head and shaking it.
GBL and the crowd listened to what the King had to say next. "Five minutes as King? and already such a confident and proud King. It doesn't take long for someone to succumb to their own power. I see, I see. Moving right along," he said as he walked over and knelt down by the stroking midget that seemed preoccupied with the King's beard. He placed a hand on the thing's head as he glanced up to the king. "What are your goals, King Aling? What do you hope to get out of your reign?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 3:00 pm
The King eyed GBL suspicious at he got closer. The midget continued to stroke the King's beard for him as he answered GBL's questions. "I do not share what I am to do during my reign with so many PEASANTS around!" he yelled, leaping from his chair flailing an arm at the crowd. "But what I will tell you, is that, my Holy Knights will be taking over the world!" he exclaimed, his pinky moving to his mouth.
As GBL patted the midget, he would be surprised to find that the small fellow would bite on to his finger, unwilling to let go.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 3:20 pm
"Well, there you have it folks," GBL said as he looked around the crowd. "All kings seem to just be the same. No matter the reign, they are powerful and evil beings wishing nothing more for world domination. It only shows tha-" he stopped as he realized something. He looked down at the midget before screaming out into the mic, "The midget is biting my finger!". He picked up the midget and began running around the ring with it, trying to pull free. He finally fell to his back and kicked his feet. "I'm going to be infected with its diseaaaaase!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 6:59 am
ALLLLLLLLLLL HAAAAAAAAAAAIL KIIIIIIIIIIIIING KAAAAAAAAAAAAARTWRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!
The crowds cheers instantly turn to boos as The King storms on to the entrance ramp, fuming with anger. He has a mic in his hand, a crown on his head and the WWFG IC Title around his waist.
"You people think this is FUNNY?" He shouts as they roar and cheer.
"Joker cards, human body pathways, midgets and a CLEARLY FAKE King...." He says, with no hint of irony. "and this is supposed to insult me? ME? Wha.....just, what the hell is this?"
The crowd begins a huge 'KING OF KR@P' chant, which he frowns upon noticeably.
"I guess GBL and his....whoever that is......" He stares at King Dings huge plastic nose and white beard. ".....have been smoking something dodgy together to create this masterclass in trash. I imagine GBL needs it for his spine, considering the beating I gave him to take THIS from him."
He stops as he takes the WWFG Intercontinental Championship from his waist and raises it above his head to huge jeers from the crowd.
"GBL....and you, you....fake, King, witch wizard mate of his.....it does not matter how much pot you smoke, what childish stunts or acts you try to pull in the ring with each other or how high you get together to try and forget about this, because I will happily keep reminding you.....I AM THE NEEEEEEEEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!" He shouts.
"What I see in the ring here tonight, is failure." He continues to try to provoke GBL and King Ding to boos. "I see a former champion and a bad actor."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 12:11 pm
As Kartwright had made his entrance and begun his rant, Myst-er... King Ding Aling chuckled. "Well, there wasn't a FAKE King until YOU stepped out, peasant!" he scoffed at Kartwright.
King Aling jumped off of his 'throne' and waltzed over to the ring ropes. "You will do well to know that you are talking to the one TRUE King, fool!" he yelled, "As for smoking, that's too manual for my tastes." he says, as he reached his hand to one of his nostrils, swiping something away, before snorting softly.
"You are lucky, peasant!" he eyed Kartwright. "If I was feeling particularly NASTY today, I'd have them take your head off. You are lucky I am restricted by television ratings and some other stuff..." he mumbled under his breath. "BUT NEVER THE LESS! BEGONE WITH YOU! or I will have to do something... drastic!" he yelled, as a cheesy thunder effect sounded off.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 12:28 pm
"Nasty? Something drastic?" The King repeats with a sly smile.
"If you were a true King, you wouldn't hide behind excuses like ratings. As a true King, I lead my Kingdom instead of hiding....and that's what I'm going to do now. Now is the time to kick your hide!"
The King marches to the ring as the crowd cheers the confrontation between the two!
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 2:34 pm
"Hide?! HIDE?! MEEEE?!" King Aling stomped the ground and waved his hands around. King Aling slide over to GBL and yoinked the midget from his finger.
"I'll show you who will kicking whose hide! AND IT WON'T BE THEE!" he proclaimed, lifted the midget above his head, flinging it at King Kartwright.
|| The mental image of that almost made me pee. ||
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:05 pm
(( xd ))
The King staggers backwards awkwardly as a midget lands at his feet! The midget looks up at Kartwright with a fearful look on his face, while The King looks down on the midget, then up at King Ding in the ring with a confused look on his face.
He lifts the midget in a press slam posistion and throws him into the crowd, who start giving the midget a body surf around the arena to huge cheers!
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:52 pm
King Aling was flabbergast that King Kartwright would treat someone from his Kingdom in such a way. Stamping his feet like a spoiled child not getting what they want, he gripped his foot-long nose, and jerked it from his head.
Winding back now, he flung the rubber nose at Kartwright, aiming to bean him in the head. This of course, would give him enough time to duck and hide behind his throne.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:33 am
The nose bounces off Kartwright's left shoulder, doing no damage at all! The King then looked up at King Aling cowering behind his obviously plastic throne and smirks.
He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring the proper, royal way to boos. He orders GBL to back away. He then stands behind King Aling and looks down on him, both in arrogance and gesture, waiting for him to look up.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:30 pm
GBL took a step back, but he raised a hand and motioned down. A rope came down as GBL's hands went across it. A sly grin was on his face as he rose his mic up to his lips. He seemed like he was about ready to say something, but he just shook his head and pulled on the rope. Little to Kart's knowledge, he was standing over the infamous purple show's bucket. Inside of it? Tar and feathers. The royal king of the WWFG was to suffer medieval humiliation.
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