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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:49 pm
Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone... Well I'm Not Alone.
You're A Liar You're A Cheater You're A Fool
Well That's Just Like Me Ooohoo. And I Know You Too
Mr. Perfect Don't Exist My Little Friend
And I Tell You That Again, And I Do It Again
Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone. Well I'm Not Alone. [Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the BBW Head of Talent Relations... Kelly King 2 . 0!]
King made his way out from the backstage area, holding a title belt, so some people might have been confused about whether or not this was BBW Massacre 11 or 12. However, this time when he made his entrance to the beat of his rather sexy theme song, it was the BBW World Championship that Kelly King held in his hands, instead of the BBW TV Title. 2.0 stopped on the stage to soak in a few cheers and then did a low dipping bow to the crowd, which elicited a pop (or heat, depending on who you asked), before he turned his head over his shoulder. It was at that point, as the theme song hit it's stride, that King continued his walk, flanked by more then five BBW Security Guards and at least two on-duty police officers. With such a loaded escort, one could definitely assume, that some serious s**t was about to go down. King made his way down to the ring with authority in his step, as he used one of his free hands to fix his tie, and then walked up the steels steps and into the ring, his forehead crinkled in thought, as though he was already getting frustrated before even getting his hands on a microphone.
2.0 went straight for his favorite weapon, the mic, like a shark went after blood in the water, and then stood in the center of the ring. As he did so, many of the security officers started to flood the ring behind him, making King look like quite the dangerous authority figure, flanked by that much sweat, pepper spray, and zip tie handcuffs. 2.0 let his music fade out, which gave way to the fans chanting. He would wait, of course, for it to subside on this, the second live BBW broadcast on television.
"B B DUB!"
"B B DUB!"
"B B DUB!"
"B B DUB!"
"Welcome to the Massacre pit, as you all know, I am the Head of Talent Relations, Kelly King 2.0" He said with a smile on his face. Saying his name always seemed to give him some kind of self-satisfaction.
"I am here tonight to address the controversy that tainted our first ever televised show, that not even a stellar, brow beating, BBW classic Main Event match could really fix. Last week, a new BBW World Champion was crowned, but it was crowned in such a way that not even the most hardcore of wrestling fans went un-offended. As a matter of fact, I had to fight the Board of Directors to prevent General Manager Matt Shanahan's termination. I had to fight for my job. I had to fight to keep Bad Blood Wrestling on television. One of these things... I failed in." King said, and then let that sink in for a moment. Obviously, with King there, he was safe, right? So which was it. Matt or TV? "Bad Blood Wrestling on national television was immediately dropped off of the program thanks to last week. However, there was another network that was quite happy to pick us up following the event, as they were excited to see something as... controversial and different as BBW. A stabbing on live television? Why there is only one network that could possibly find us marketable now. Thank you to our new network masters at HBO for making this show possible still." The fans cheered at that, their favorite wrestling program lived to fight another day! The HBO logo appeared in the corner of the screen on the live broadcast, while the fans were focused on cheering.
"This of course means that I can now swear without getting censored or fined, which is excellent, because I have some choice ******** words for the alleged BBW Champion, who is here. Tonight. So... let us welcome... Blackjack." 2.0 said and then turned to gesture with the championship belt towards the entrance way.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 6:04 am
 King's announcement that BBW, and by extension, Monday Massacre would be hosted on the premium channel HBO, was enough to send the fans into a frenzied cheer. Alternating between rounds of, "HBO" and "2 Point Oh!" Even King's welcome of the BBW World Champion Blackjack did little to dampen the spirits of BBW's Nashville audience. The cheering continued, and there was a good long pause, allowing the audience to show it's zeal for just a bit longer.
But, all good things must end, and as a child's voice rang out in the arena, the cheers quickly subsided. The disturbing song sent a collective shiver down the spines of everyone in attendance. Even the fans watching all over the world, either at home, or on their Android and iOS devices thanks to HBO GO, were treated to a feeling of unease. A deep crimson hue filled the arena as blood, real blood, started dribbling from the stage-lights above. The child's song ended and an almost jarring piano tune started playing as "Blood" filled the PA system.
Well they encourage your complete cooperation,
Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while.
Monday Massacre was off to a phenomenal start, the only thing that could make it better; in fact something that makes everything better, emerged onto the stage.
Blackjack, and hookers!
That's right, the BBW World Champion, the hardcore connoisseur, Blackjack had arrived; and just like King, he traveled with his own entourage. However, while Kelly King was clearly right at home in the center of a sausage fest, Blackjack had surrounded himself with beautiful, topless, hookers. The women that followed him filled the gradient of skin tones, featuring everything from pale white Scandinavian blonds, to the darkest African princesses. Blackjack lead a rainbow of bare breasts, immodest g-strings and various forms of high heels.
So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!
Blackjack stood on the stage, dressed to the nines in his token black suit. He held his cane with both hands resting on the marble knob. The dashing dealer's appearance was topped off with his bowler hat, worn low over his head to hide his eyes; meaning his self assured smirk was his only visible expression. He smirked at the sound of the outraged audience. Sure there was a portion of awkward men who were enjoying the sights on stage, but there were still families at the show; and now there were untold numbers of parents trying desperately in vain to block their children's eyes.
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful ********>
"Oh thank you!" Blackjack added the last comment in with his own voice before he pulled a cigar from his coat pocket and placed it in his teeth. He looked over his shoulder allowing one of his gorgeous hookers light it with a match. He puffed on it to build the cherry and then blew out a smoke ring that wafted down the walkway. Blackjack tossed the cane aside, then his hat; and he started strutting down the ramp towards the ring. About half way down, Blackjack pulled a silver object from his coat pocket and started flicking it around with one hand. He clearly had no compunction with displaying the very same weapon that started all of King's trouble.
I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!
Blackjack walked to the stairs and stopped for a moment. He looked up into the ring, staring at the head of talent relations Kelly King, eye to eye. Then he snapped his fingers and one of the hookers took a moment to adjust Blackjack's tie, she even took the time to tug on his jack straightening it out before he climbed into the ring. Blackjack stepped in over the middle rope, and was followed by as many hookers as could fit in the remainder of the ring; those that didn't fit simply crowded around the apron. The visual was iconic, Kelly King, and Blackjack stood facing each other in the ring, the tension was akin to that of an HBO Boxing match about to start.
A hooker handed Blackjack a microphone, and he took the cigar from his mouth long enough to say, "King. I believe you have something that belongs to me."
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 6:30 pm
Kelly King put a hand to his face as Hookers and Blackjack made their way down to the ring. On HBO television, nontheles. He dragged that palm all the way down to his chin, watching as the BBW Champion made his way into the ring. He looked incensed and furious by the time Blackjack had even dared to look him in the eye. King cracked his neck and struggled to adjust his tie while holding his microphone, but even still managed to do so. With the BBW Championship in his other hand, over his shoulder, he shook his head and then looked at his security detail. "Party's over." He said into the microphone, and just then, even more security jumped over the barricade.
The entire situation in the ring broke down into what looked like a display of police brutality, as topless dancers were yanked out of the ring by security guards on the outside, put down on the ring mat by security guards who were on the inside, and zipcuffed in either case. As Blackjack's women started to resist the attack, King just stepped back away from the BBW Champion, not wanting to get involved physically himself. The main hooker, the one who had lit up Blackjack's cigar for him, resisted intensely, and for her trouble, there was a loud whip-crack that sounded in the ring and a flash of blue light, as she was tazed down to the ground and physically man handled. It was like the Red Wedding all over again.
For Blackjack himself, though, with his knife brandished, and his reputation, no mere arena security guards could deal with him. No, he was flanked by two of the full fledged police officers in the midst of all the chaos, and they immediately set about trying to disarm him while he might be distracted by the rumble, and then put him face down in the mat to subdue and cuff him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 5:22 pm
The scene around the ring exploded into a chaotic mess of tits and violence. None of the hookers were passive about being detained. It didn't take long for the air to be filled with the spicy scent of pepper spray as several members of King's security team resorted to mace as they were accosted by multiple women. The scuffle in the ring was just add hectic as Blackjack's personal hookers were taken down as well. Cinnamon-Sugar, Blackjack's favorite, even had to be tazed before she could be brought down and subdued.
Blackjack wasn't able to observe this blatant abuse of power, as King's two paid for police officers leaped on the champion himself. The moment he realized they were attacking him, Blackjack dropped the knife. He may have been psychoticly violent, but he wasn't an imbecile. The cops slammed him roughly to the ground and quickly cuffed his wrists behind his back. In the chaos of feminine, and a couple masculine, screams Blackjack was shouting at Kelly King. "You ******** coward! That belt is mine you nepa...mmphmm grhmph " The rest of Blackjack's insults were cut off when one of the officers muffled him with a leg pressed over his mouth and throat.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 7:57 pm
2.0 rubbed at his eye with his middle finger, watching as Blackjack was thrown down to the mat and subdued with his beautiful women falling all around him. He waited and waited as one by one each and every single topless girl was pulled off by a security guard, zipcuffed. Some more subdued than others, as Cinnamon-Sugar was limply drug off by a security officer, while another unnamed hooker continued to thrash in her fifteen minutes of fame long after she was taken from ringside. The middle finger King rubbed at his eye with though? That was for Blackjack.
"You know, I've heard what you have to say about me from several different avenues, you broken record, so no. It's my turn to talk." 2.0 said, heaving the golden belt into his hand and off of his shoulder and into his hand instead. King kicked Blackjack's discarded microphone out of the ring so that it could no longer be used against him, as he directed traffic. "Get him up off the ground, I'm going to say this to his face." King said. With that, the officers, whether they be official police or perhaps more likely ruffians under King's payroll, did as they were asked by the Head of Talent Relations and lugged the cuffed Blackjack up to his feet. The fans in the arena had no idea who to cheer and who to boo. King was mad with power, while Blackjack was totally unappreciative and hateful of fans. He also stabbed a guy.
King lifted the BBW World Championship into Blackjack's gaze. "This championship..." He started, staring straight into Blackjack's eyes.
"Is yours."
And at that, Kelly King 2.0 walked closer to Blackjack and very carefully laid the BBW title across Blackjack's shoulder, much to the surprise of the fans in the arena and, if King had to guess, Blackjack as well. 2.0 backed away from the "most dangerous man in BBW", brushing his shoulder off and walking in a bit of a pace. His speech started with a ragged sigh. "You know, I get it. I really do. Kids like you and LEGACY, you come in here and you see your peers having success, your superiors handing out opportunities. You see a guy like Serenno succeed, and you immediately think to yourselves. 'Well. I could have done that. I could have done better!' And you know what? Why shouldn't you think that? It's that drive that makes you all better competitors. I don't want someone who doesn't think that to be MY world champion, and I know Matt Shanahan doesn't feels the same way about HIS world champion." King said and then pointed at the BBW Championship belt. "But this is where that line of thinking hits a very tricky spot. Because then you start to wonder why that person has found success, and maybe you haven't been quite so successful. You search for any reason you can. You search for any possible excuse, no matter how absurd, to make sure that it isn't your fault, and that the person who is being successful doesn't deserve it. Of course, what is the easiest excuse in the case of Serenno? A guy who, if you didn't know it already, you couldn't tell was related... to the Head of Talent Relations. You're all very quick to point to me as the reason for his success. Not the main event matches, not the fact that he shows up every week for the show, not the fact that he and his teammates have been just as important to the growth of this company as you have, if not more. Say what you will about my son, but he is a Professional Wrestler, and he doesn't need a last name to be successful. It's not nepotism. It's skill. At least he didn't have to use a knife to get where he got." King turned now to Blackjack properly, no longer pacing, no longer doing anything but staring at the crowned BBW Champion.
"You are the BBW Champion, Blackjack. You and alllllll the hookers you can afford. But it's time for me to lay down some truth. We almost got shut down last week because of your insane power play. And it will not be tolerated again. I don't think you're the most Dangerous Man in BBW because you're a danger to the wrestlers, I think you're the most Dangerous Man in BBW because you're a danger to this program. So remember, next time you want to do something stupid that might send you to prison, that if BBW goes down, you go right back into the pit you crawled out of to hang out with the rest of the one-hit wonders. Feel free to say hello to Vulture while you're down there." King said pointedly, a reference that only few of the fans in the arena understood. King made for the side of the ring, as though he was done speaking already, even though it seemed an awkward place to stop... so of course...
"Oh right. I don't have to trust you to remember that, because I nearly forgot about all of the rules that Matt Shanahan and I have agreed upon with the network, to make sure that our programming stays gripping, interesting, controversial... but legal." King said and then hopped back into the ring with the police officers and Blackjack. "You see, in blackjack, the casino card game, there is a set of rules that allows for more liberal plays, called Spanish 21. Well, since I helped come up with this set of rules, we're going to be calling this a Canadian 21. And BELIEVE ME it is the polar opposite. Firstly, Blackjack, from here on out unless specifically stated, you are subject to the number one cardinal sin in the BBW rulebook. Disqualification. And in some cases... it will only apply to you. Secondly, and this was my idea, from here on out... these fine gentlemen and their associates, will be searching your body before each one of your matches and removing anything that can be misconstrued as a weapon. If it wasn't something that Lou Thesz or Bruno Sammartino entered the ring with, you bet your a** you aren't going to have it. You're going to have to remember how to cheat the old fashioned way. This of course all comes along with the probation that I am sure you are under due to the court hearings, so I would be extra careful were I you."
King felt good. He'd addressed many of his detractors, and Blackjack's attempted murder, all in one fell swoop.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 11:59 pm
It was true, Blackjack was taken off guard by King's admission that he was in fact the BBW world champion. So much so, that his struggling ceased immediately. Blackjack remained still, and silent while King defended his son's championship reign, and addressed Blackjack's own psychotic nature. It was at the mention of King's "Canadian 21" that Blackjack started to chuckle. By the time King had finished Blackjack's laughter was borderline hysterical. He no longer had a microphone, but he didn't need one; his words were for King, the audience didn't matter. Still if King wasn't careful, Blackjack's voice might be picked up by the microphone in his hand.
"Canadian 21! Your limitations are so pathetic even their name is a joke. I'm sure that comes naturally to you though, everything about you is a joke. You use the same lines over and over." Blackjack's tone took on a whiney squeal. "My kids have been here every week from day one, they worked hard for it, blah blah blah." Blackjack chuckled, "All that supposed hard work, and mediocre main events, mean s**t. All you've done is sit in your cozy little office fondling your action figures, wondering why no one comes to the Head of talent relations for guidance. And your hardworking son coincidently finally earned his shot right after you unveiled your shiney new belt. Where as I came in, and I tore every opponent I had in the Sanguine Invitational to pieces. And men came to me, even my victims came to me, not the head of talent relations.
You see, they know the truth. I am the most dangerous man here, I've left a trail of broken bodies in my wake. I've incapacitated wrestlers to the point that your pansy a** officials had to end the match, I even put your former champion in the hospital. That's how you earn a championship. You say I'm dangerous to this promotion, and yet without me, you'd be on basic cable following tired reruns of CSI: ********, Ohio.
No, you know I'm the most dangerous man here, that's why you made your Canadian 21 eh, that's why you surrounded yourself with these mongoloids. Because I am the most dangerous man in BBW, and I'm especially the most dangerous man in this ring!
At those last words, Blackjack would attempt to shrug out of the grip of the two "officers" and aim a hard kick at King's jewels with the pointed tip of Blackjack's steel toed Oxford. Of course the "officers" were likely to just slam Blackjack back down and tazer him the moment he moved, but if he'd managed the kick; any beating he'd recieve would be worth it.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 7:40 pm
King was simply lucky. Lucky about his foot placement and lucky about the entourage he had chosen to accompany him to the ring that night. Or maybe King was just smart enough to know that if he was going to come out to address the BBW Champion tonight, it was smart to have back-up. The truth was, at the end of the night, it was probably a combination of both of these factors that King was not kicked in the sack by Blackjack.
As soon as Blackjack made for the attack, made to try to strike his apparent enemy and definite boss, the police were right on him. And they were simply trying to put him down in the mat again, this time they were trying to put down an extremely and proven dangerous man. And that's why, this time, the crackle of the taser was evident again. They put it straight into Blackjack's neck, while King tightened the tie around his own.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 9:09 pm
Blackjack was tough, tougher than most men on the roster, tough enough to take on the same type of beating he was willing to dish out. But it wouldn't have mattered if he was unarguably the toughest man in human history. When the blue electrical pop of the tazer dug into the flesh of his neck, it wracked his body with a crippling jolt of electricity. Blackjack went down not even having made two steps away from King's thugs. The officers immediately jumped onto Blackjack's back to ensure that he would not get back to his feet and attack again. Blackjack could barely breath; but he managed to suck in enough air to laugh a strained laugh.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 9:23 pm
King had some smart words for Blackjack. Choice, intelligent, smarmy and combative words for the BBW Champion, but for some reason he simply couldn't find his voice to word them. Instead, he dropped his microphone on the ground and swiftly cut his way out of the ring, jumping down to the floor and leaving the cops to take care of Blackjack for the remainder of his stay in the ring.
NO HE WASN'T SCARED, <******** YOU.
King kept nervously straightening his tie and adjusting his cuffs on his expensive suit, shaking his head as he walked away from the battle zone that had been the BBW Ring. As he did so, he stopped on the ramp to look down at a pair of women's panties. He moved to kick them out of his way, but instead he put the toe of his shoe inside the panties and lifted them off the floor, kicking them up into the air and catching them. In a move that some might say looked like King trying to save face, he folded the panties up like a fancy napkin, and proceeded to slip them in the front left pocket on his suit, where they stuck out in a complicated triple-triangle design. King then continued his way up the ramp and backstage, sparing Blackjack only one last look over his shoulder.
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