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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:17 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and disqualifications will be enforced! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:04 am
The fans eagerly awaited next match and its participants in this match to appear. After 5 minutes of waiting finally the PA system began blasting out Avenged Sevenfold's hit song Welcome To The Family, after the first verse is sung out come both Kid Alpha and Gamma Daiou. Alpha has come out with his usual overly confident swagger showing walk while Gamma has remained as stoic as ever.
They begin waling down the aisle with Alpha harassing some of the fans, groping women, sitting on children, tearing up signs held by sweet little old ladies, throat punching a few of the young guys in the crowd, and all of it is being supported by the hulking beast known as Gamma.
"Making their way to the ring at this time, they weighed in tonight at 554lbs., they hail from the Osaka Prefecture of Japan. They are 'The World's Sexiest & Coolest Masked Man' Kid Alpha & 'The Silent Destroyer' Gamma Daiou, The Inversions!!!!"
They make it down to ringside and hop up on the apron, Alpha climbing the turnbuckle while Gamma enters the ring and stands in front of the turnbuckle. They pose for a bit and aim a finger gun at each man in the ring and make as if they shot them. Alpha jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring and they both proceed to remove their coats and hand them to the ringside attendants.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 6:37 pm
 The audience wasted no time in jeering for the over the top inversions. Kid Alpha's disrespectful antics garnered them no favor amongst the fans attending. The heat the pair had gathered filled the arena. The sound of more than 20,000 people booing, was deafening. With such a volume of hatred, how could anyone even fathom drawing a bigger reaction.
The BBW World Champion could.
An eerie sound blasted from the PA system followed by a simple melody that sounded as if it were played on rusty pipes. When the first verse began, Blackjack stepped out onto the stage. He was dressed to the nines, in his custom fitted suit, polished black oxfords, and the rounded bowler hat worn low over his brow. He wore that same smirk he'd worn when he drove cold steel into Hiro's back. Beside Blackjack was his protege, Andrew Styles. He wore his black trench-coat, and a solid black mask. This mask was adorned with a bloody skull pattern, and the thick sockets left his eyes in shadow; giving Style's stare a hollow appearance.
The pigs they hear,
We need their meat,
I feel their blood,
Beneath my feet.
This hallway's lit,
Electrically,
I wonder why,
I feel the need.
The audience was struggling to drown out Blackjack's eerie music, but the volume of the song was vibrating throughout the arena. Then Blackjack unclasped the single button on his jacket and let it fall open, revealing the BBW World Championship resting on Blackjack's waist. He reached behind himself and pulled the belt off allowing him to lift it high into the air. This redoubled the audiences roars of disapproval, and finally they managed to drown out Blackjack's entrance. He let them continue, his arrogant smirk never faltered, while he held his golden title high above his head. The rest of his music played through, though it never became discernible from the jeers the new champion was receiving from the Nashville audience.
After a moment his music ended. When it did, the audience settled down slightly, and Blackjack slid the belt back around his waist. He reached out to Andrew who handed him a microphone from behind his back. Blackjack took it and stepped forward to speak.
"You idiots are no different than the audience in Arkansas. You're as easy to play as an imaginary fiddle. Imaginary, just like the impact your lives have on anything. You subhuman morons scurry about your insignificant lives, working insignificant jobs, shoveling horse s**t that's worth more as manure than you're whole existence. Now it's time to shut the ******** up and sit your fat asses down on your warped benches. Your BBW World Champion is here to address you."
Blackjack pulled his bowler hat free and launched it like a frisbee in no particular direction. He lifted the mic back up and glared into the nearest camera. His mismatched blue and yellow eyes stared at his audience, and nearly all of them shuddered. It was disconcerting enough to see such asymmetrical features, but to have them glaring back at you left everyone unsettled.
"On the last Monday Massacre, you, all of you, pathetic fans, and equally pathetic wrestlers, watched as I took what was mine in the most casual manner. You see several months ago, Hiro came to me and asked for my help. You see he was a loser, he was considered a joke by people who themselves are jokes, and ridiculed by everyone else. But he wasn't satisfied with that, so he came to me wanting to become more dangerous, more lethal; and why wouldn't he? I am the most dangerous man in BBW.
Well, I was bored, and it seemed like a interesting waste of time to help him; so I did. I taught him to fight to win, and I convinced the imbecile that hatred was fuel for him. That's all it took, just a little prodding and I turned a joke into the BBW World Champion. Hiro laid Salem out, proving that the first BBW Champion was as much a joke as Hiro.
Thanks to my victory in the Sanguine Invitational, I was awarded a title shot; when and where ever I wanted, at any belt I wanted. How fortuitous for me that the Championship was then resting on my tool. I could have claimed it right away. Hell, I could have claimed it that same night before Hiro even had a chance to touch his golden belt. But it was funnier to watch the joke go on longer. After all, everyone loves a good long joke. So I left Hiro with the belt, and I let him burn himself out trying to be as good as a champion. I had decided months ago when I would take my title from the tool I left it with. I simply had to sit back and enjoy the show.
So then at Monday Massacre, we had the first ever live televised episode, and the best that management could come up with was to give you a ladder match for some mid-card Television title that featured so conveniently, one of Kelly King's spawn. I knew already that I would be taking the title from Hiro that night; but when the idiot came out to interrupt me, and even handed me back the knife I'd given him; how was I supposed to resist. He was simply a broken tool, and when a tool breaks you throw it out. So I stabbed him to shut him up, and after that it would have been imbecilic to just leave him and not take my title. So I did, it's as simple as that.
It turns out, you people didn't like that. Not that I really care, but you're not alone. There are several wrestlers in the back who had a bone to pick with my fun. Some of them even called for me to be fired. Seriously, fire the BBW World Champion? What a riot. To be perfectly honest, I care more about the dirt on the bottom of my shoes than I do the opinion of some nobody wrestlers whose greatest accomplishment was to get his a** kicked by a washed up geek who still thinks he is at a renaissance fair."
Blackjack stepped back from the camera so that it caught a full view of his torso, as to include the title around his waist in the image.
"I'll say this to all of you in the back. If you've got a problem with my Championship; you can choke on it. I've got the belt now, and no matter how much King might want it off of me, no matter how much you might want to take it from me; it doesn't matter. Because I'm the most dangerous man in BBW. And anyone who wants to try their hand at taking my belt is welcome too. Just make sure your retirement is in order because, trying, will cost you more than you're willing to pay."
Blackjack tossed the microphone back to Andrew and started strolling down the ramp. He pulled his tie loose and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. Blackjack was being forced into a handicap match as punishment, but that didn't mean he wasn't ready to beat the hell out of Kid Alpha, and Gamma. Before he could reach the ring however, the ring announcer called out over the microphone.
"Hold on, hold on. Before this match can begin, we have to announce the special stipulation. Firstly due to the violent nature, as well as the criminal charges filed against Blackjack; the following match will be conducted under disqualification rules. That means no outside weapons, or interference will be allowed. Furthermore, to ensure Blackjack's compliance with company policy, we've asked the local police to come and search Blackjack before the match, to ensure that he doesn't attempt to smuggle any weaponry into the ring."
While the announcer spoke, two police officers stepped out from behind the stage and walked down standing directly behind Blackjack. The first officer reached out and clasped Blackjack's shoulder. "Blackjack, I'm going to have to ask you to place your hands behind your head, interlocking your fingers for us." Blackjack gave them both a level stare, but he complied, and allowed the officers to pat him down.
Almost immediately they found his stash. The officers pulled, a pair of knives, a pair of knuckle dusters, an impact baton, and a stun gun; just from Blackjack's pants pocket. The weapons were tossed onto a small pile in front of Blackjack while the officers kept searching. They found a second baton hidden up Blackjack's pants leg, and three more knives were added to the pile as well. They removed Blackjack's shoes when they found the tips had steel plates fitted to the inside. On the way back up, four more brass knuckles were found lining his belt, and those were added to the growing pile of weaponry. They patted his torso down and found a can of pepper spray taped to his back. Finally they checked his sleeves, and surprisingly found yet another pair of nasty looking brass knuckles tucked into the rolled up cuffs. After a search that took far longer than they had anticipated, Blackjack was cleared to enter the ring, though now he was shoe-less.
Climbing into the ring, Blackjack handed his title down to Andrew for safe keeping, an act that seemed to annoy the official who was reaching for it himself. He turned to face his opponents and sneered. "So which of you wants to dance first?" Blackjack's poker face was impeccable. On the outside he was confident and self assured; however without his arsenal, Blackjack wasn't sure he'd be able to take down both men in a handicap match, after all. He wasn't exactly the most skilled of wrestlers in the company.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 10:15 am
Kid Alpha motioned for Gamma Daiou to step out onto the apron, he would start things out with the champion. He wanted to test himself, and what better way than with a sociopath right?? He walked forward and waited for Blackjack to follow suit or do something really, he'd attempt to Slap him hard in the face no matter what happens.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 2:31 pm
Blackjack stepped out towards the center of the ring against Alpha, but he made no real attempt to attack, which allowed Alpha to get the first strike in by slapping the champion. Blackjack's head turned, and slowly turned back to stare at Alpha. Blackjack's mismatched eyes were unsettling to look into, and he used that to his advantage, plus the disrespect of a slap could not go overlooked. As soon as Blackjack's gaze fell onto Alpha's, the champion lashed out with a closed fisted hook aimed for Alpha's jawline.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 2:47 pm
Alpha was rocked by the hook from Blackjack, he took a step back and then stepped forward with an attempt at a Right hand of his own to the jaw of the champ. He however was more rocked by the blow then he was letting on.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 5:48 pm
Kid Alpha's punch connected, and jerked Blackjack's head back and made staggered him back a step or two; but the larger champion was more resilient. He turned back towards Alpha and reared an arm back to throw another punch, and then using an old Vegas trick of misdirection, aimed a kick for Alpha's stomach. The kick was meant only to double Alpha over, and if it worked, Blackjack would rush forward and attempt to grab Alpha's head and drive a knee up into the smaller man's face.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 11:45 am
The True Crimson stood outside, arms folded with his mentor's championship belt over his right shoulder as a safe keeping, eyes focused on the ring, a smirk made but not noticeable underneath the eerie mask which was covering the man's bandaged face.
Analyzing silently, breath controlled, eyes focused on the ring, legs feeling restless and wanting to do something against this handicap situation but could not for it meant DQ for his mentor, soon enough, Blackjack might be free from this chain, he just had to hang on and trust his protege right now to have his back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:09 pm
[The winner of this contest is Blackjack via pinfall on Kid Alpha.] The Number Three Blackjack's knee connected with Kid Alpha's face knocking the smaller man backwards with a broken nose. Blackjack crouched down and dragged Alpha to the farthest corner from Gamma. The small man was holding his bleeding nose which left his gut open to attack. Blackjack took advantage of the opening and aimed a heavy stomp for Alpha's gut. When the blow connected it doubled Kid Alpha over. Blackjack kneeled down, pressing his knee to Alpha's chest pining him down. The hardcore connoisseur aimed close fisted punches at Alpha's face, ignoring the officials count until he reached 4. Only then Blackjack released the kid and stood up. Blood dripped from Blackjack's fist while the official bent down to check on the battered Alpha.
While the official was busy, Blackjack stalked towards Gamma. Andrew slid to the side outside of the ring. He jerked his arm forward and threw something metallic to Blackjack. His motions were fluid, Blackjack slipped the brass knuckles on his fist, sprinted at Gamma, and launched a loaded haymaker at Gamma. Expecting an attack Gamma tried to dodge, but Blackjack's speed was too much. The haymaker connected with a sickening crunch that knocked the large bruiser of the Inversions right off the apron. The crowd groaned at the sound of the strike. Blackjack took the brass knuckles off and chucked then into the crowd just as the official looked at him.
Blackjack turned back towards Alpha, and stalked towards him. The official was forced to watch, as Blackjack was cleared to continue the match. Alpha was starting to get back to his feet when a hard knee shot caught him in the side of the head. Blackjack's strikes had powerful impact and the few blows he landed were enough to leave Alpha dazed. Blackjack dropped down again, grabbing Kid Alpha by the top of his mask. He held the man's head up, and threw one final punch loaded with all the power he had. Even without brass knuckles, the punch was enough to fracture Alpha's zygomatic arch.
The blow left Alpha unconscious, and with Gamma disposed of outside of the ring, there was no one to rescue Alpha from the pin that the champion placed him in.
The count fell, 1... 2... 3!
The match ended quickly, and Blackjack defeated the Inversions with brutal swiftness.
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