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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 1:00 am
Boxer stormed down to the ring with no entrance music or pyro. The demon was dressed in his ring gear and one of his anarchy tank tops. He slid into the ring under the bottom rope with a microphone in his hand. The crowd boo'd loudly but Boxer was not in the mood for them. He stood up and began talking right away.
"I don't have time to deal with you complacent sheep. I have a bigger issue to deal with and that is my elimination from the tournament. As I am aware it is a SINGLES elimination tournament which leads me to question why I was thrown into a ragtag team with a single decent wrestler and two people who have no place on the roster much less a tournament to determine the next WWFG champion. I was not pinned in the match, therefore I am still in the tournament and I demand that Jed come down to this ring and grant me my round two match or things are going to go very badly for everyone in this tournament, very quickly."
The demon cracked his neck and stared at the stage, waiting for the GM he had just recently defeated to come down to the ring.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 6:11 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 11:14 am
To The Limit
Jed walked out from the backstage area with a microphone in his hand. Jed was kind of busy, but what ever.
"Here's the thing. This tournament isn't singles elimination, it's single, one, elimination. This tournament isn't just a basic tournament. This is for the grandest prize in the world of Gaia. " The crowd gave a small pop for that comment. " There are going to be people that will be disappointed. Like me. I'm disappointed that there wasn't a winner last event between Dion and Hiro. Which tonight, after talking with the other General Managers, they will go at it, in the main event, in a "There must be a winner" match. Also known as a Last Man Standing match. " The crowd cheered loudly. Jed walked around at the top of the stage as he then had an idea. " Now I don't like you that much Boxer. As you know, but here's what I'm willing to suggest.." Jed paused as he stopped. " Well First I need the other General Managers to come out from the back. "
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 2:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 1:03 am
After Izzy made her way to the ring, the final GM would make his way out. To the tune of Lacuna Coil's 'I Won't Tell You', the delayed GM took the ramp and gave a two-fingered salute to the ground. The feathered hat wearing Eclipse would then make a slight run to the ring before sliding in and turning himself toward the other two GMs. His attention soon shot toward Boxer with a rather mischievous smile on his face. Of course, bad intentions were going through his mind, but he knew he wouldn't be able to act on any of them. Rules were rules.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 1:59 am
Jed stood at the top of the ramp looking down at everyone else in the ring. "Alright guys, I'm going to just get straight to it. I think Boxer is kind of right, so how about tonight we have Boxer vs Cartwright. The winner will be added back to the tournament. Now I hate Boxer, but the people Love Cartwright. And I think this would help bring in more rating. So what do you two think?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 3:56 pm
 ".I'm hating medicine...
I hate my doctor...
I hate... conspiracies." Words came on the Tron but no entrance song.
“....have any of you seen my dog anywhere?” A roar of jeers elevated once Zelden’s voice was heard interrupting the discussion. Revealing himself from backstage with no entrance music, he slowly paces down the ramp passing Jed and Izzy with the mike up to his mouth taking his dear time. “…Sorry, my Boxer is over there so if you could just allow me to get it out of the ring...so I can put it down.” referring to the Demon himself. “...whats gotten me puzzled is the fact that out of all the places I pictured my dog to be…if it were to be in the cold basement I never go down too…or on the neighbor’s yard or even in the toilet. I never would have guessed he would have been asking for my world title match opportunity in front of these ungrateful beings!” Taking a moment to pause and listen to the jeers in the crowd as he jumped onto the apron standing with the help of the ropes. He glanced around at the audience before raising the mike back to his bottom lip to speak once again. “ I want this to be a triple threat match …I don’t care what stipulation it has.” standing on the apron directing his speech towards the three GM’s.
Entering through the middle ropes when he finishes. He walked over to both Jay and Boxer waiting for someone to reply.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:00 am
"Well," GBL decided to begin speaking as his back was against the ropes, slowly bouncing himself a bit, "I personally do not mind seeing Boxer go up against Carty-boy. Simply due to the reason that Cartwright is one of my favorites, even after our own little feud. May it help ratings or not, I really don't care. As a fan, myself, I know I wanna see that match. That, alone, is enough to push me for a vote. Now, we have ourselves the owner of Boxer, apparently. Gotta say that you are rather pitiful of an owner to let your dog out twice in two shows, Zelly-boy ~ Unfortunately for you, I don't have any favors for you. Izzy seems to already have a foul taste for ya, Jed . . .well, I stopped trying to predict him after he caved my throat in with a chair. Calling us and the rest of the world ungrateful beings? Quite honestly, I can show ya ungrateful."
GBL paused and gave a soft chuckle as his eyes looked over to Izzy. "Then again, I'm not going to waste any time here. Business is business, and I can't play around right now. A triple threat steel cage with the winner moving on. Boxer, Zelden, and Cartwright in a cage . . . I make my decision based as a fan rather than a business man. I want the violence, and I want the chaos. I'm in on that without any other say."
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:19 am
Jed thought for a second. "Well then there we have it. A Triple Threat Cage match and the winner will be added back to the tournament!" Jed looked around as the crowd cheered. Jed knew this was a good idea to have three general managers, though he didn't really vote as Jay and Izzy both voted before he could. Maybe this wouldn't be a good idea..
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 3:00 pm
Cartwright enters the arena to an ovation that can only be described as 'Better than Hitler in Nazi Germany' levels of joy. He has a microphone in his hand.
Cartwright: "Wow this is awesome! I love having matches! I love getting into tournaments! I love steel cages and I love triple threats! It just gives me another person to upstage and another gimmick match that I can easily overcome! Bring it on!"
The crowd roars with cheers, the name 'CARTWRIGHT' echoing through-out the entire arena like it is the second coming of Jesus Christ himself.
Cartwright: "What I don't like though, are rabbits. GOD DAMN RABBITS! PUKING ON MY SEXY NEW SUIT! UP YOURS, RABBITS! GO AND DIE IN A DITCH YOU RAMPANT, BIG EARED, SPACKER-TOOTHED VOMITING FREAKS! I HATE RABBITS!"
Cartwright storms out of the arena to yet another massive ovation, as if Martin Luther King has just given another amazing speech about tolerance or some s**t.
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