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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 9:02 pm
"The following contest is for the Crimson City Championship! Before we begin, the General Manager will have to spin the Wheel of Massacre!"  [Please do not post entrances until the wheel is spun.]
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Punkology rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 8:06 am
Pre-Spin
The titantron flashed on to show the backstage area, the main focus being a flat-screen TV screen with four names: "Bader", "Caliber", "King" and "Shanahan"". In view of the camera stood Matt Shanahan and the previously introduced Wheel of Massacre. The Wheel showed ten evenly divided segments all around. Each one said, much like the TV screen, "Bader", "Caliber", "King" or "Shanahan", with a flag at the top that would point to whichever won. On top of the wheel was a board with "WHEEL OF MASSACRE" scrawled across in red paint. Judging by the grin that was on the giant authority figure's face, he was happy to be back at the Wheel.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Charleston, are you ready for the WHEEEEEEEEEL OF MASSACRE?!" Matt roared in his hyped, typical fashion. He paused until he could hear the faint sounds of the cheering arena, signalling an approving nod from him. "Awesome! I know a lot of you weren't expecting a title match before the epic clashes ensured at Solar Slam, but Mr. Bader came to me, begging to defend his belt for this sold out crowd! Who am I to deny a champion of his wishes? So, here we are! As I'm sure you noticed, we've got a fancy monitor to display the stipulations of choice now. Apparently, the 'investors' didn't like that I knew what the competitors were hoping for... something about rigging the wheel, I dunno. This ain't ********' Wheel of Fortune. But enough talk, let's take a look at the first stipulation! What'd Mr. Caliber pick?!"
Matt turned to glance at the monitor, watching as words materialized beside Caliber's name: STRAP MATCH.
"... You know, I can't say I'm surprised. Caliber seemed like a roughneck, close-quarters kinda guy. But what about our gracious champion, Mr. Bader!?"
A moment passed while the crew realized that this was their cue to reveal the next match. After Matt had to clear his throat to get their attention, a new phrase faded onto the screen next to Bader: TEXAS STRAP MATCH.
Matt stared at the screen for a long moment, blinking behind his aviators at the sight. "... Uh, I see. Well, this is why you should let me communicate with the talent on this s**t, 'investors'. We've got two match, both extremely similar so far! Now, I'm gonna go ahead and guess that King's match is a Texas Bullrope match or something, so... let's see it!"
The space next to King's name was slowly filled up by the next match-type after Shanahan gave the signal.
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PLAYGIRL PILLOW FIGHT.
To say that Matt was in a state of shock was an understatement. He expected DQ-enforced matches from King. He expected a joke from the former friend. He didn't expect -this- though. Shanahan's face went through a mixture of confusion and anger, his hand raising up to rub his chin in irritation. "... Are... are you ********' kiddin' me?! A pillow fight?! What the ******** do we look like to you, King?!" Matt roared as he ripped his shades off, staring at the camera as if it were his fellow authority figure. "Really?! This is why we aren't friends anymore, you ********! Because you're an idiot! ******** it, we're spinning it now! Let's get it over with it!"
Shanahan grabbed the edge of the wheel and gave it a heave, sending the device into a spinning flurry! As always, it seemed he was leaving his match a surprise. So the wheel spun on...
[Winning numbers:
J.W. Caliber (Strap Match) - 1, 5
Jamie Bader (Texas Strap Match) - 2, 6, 8
Kelly King (Playgirl Pillow Fight) - 3
Matt Shanahan (???) - 4, 7, 9, 10 ]
Post-Spin
... and spun on, until it came to rest on a pie-slice nearly a minute later that showed the name "Bader" on it. Before it could even fully come to a rest, Matt went storming down the hallway while spitting out, "Yeah woo, a Texas Strap match! Congrats to Bader for winning the Wheel again!" His voice was filled with disdain as he went stomping down the hall. He started shouting again right before the feed cut out. "Where's the ********' moron that requested a PILLOW FI-"
-End feed-
"The following contest is for the Crimson City Championship, and is a Texas Strap Match! In this contest, the competitors will be strapped together by a 10-foot leather strap! In this particular variation, a competitor pin or force their opponent to submit, then have them remain down for a 10 count before being declared the winner! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 8:55 am
As he put the finishing touches on his entrance attire, J.W. Caliber could be seen pacing back and forth by the steps leading up to the gorilla position, getting himself psyched up for his next match. He took a slug of liquid courage from a flask in his back pocket just before tying his bandana in place, slipping on his sunglasses and climbing the steps. This should prove interesting, Caliber thought, chuckling slightly as the BBW version of the classic Reese's Peanut Butter Cups commercial played in his head. "You got a Texas Death Match in my Leather Strap Match!" Two great matches that result in one epic a** whoopin'! " Git 'er done!" the Texan muttered to nobody in particular as the opening notes of the country-western inspired intro to Volbeat's 7 Shots rang out over the arena sound system. Stepping out through the curtain, the South Texas Stallion lowered his head and took a deep breath before thrusting his index fingers skyward, throwing his head back and letting out a loud Rebel Yell. " C'MON PEOPLE! MAKE SOME NOISE!!! Caliber shouted, as he crossed from one side of the stage to the other, trying to fire up the crowd before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. Judging by the crowd's reaction, it would seem that the roughhouse Texan was quickly starting to develop quite a rabid fan base. DOWN ON HIS KNEES, HE SEES THE DEVIL WEEPING, WHINGING HIS TONGUE
MR. CADILLAC DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S BEEN FIGHTING HIS OWN
HE'S BEEN TRYING SHOOTING ALL THE ANGEL DEVILS INSIDE
PLAYING AROUND WITH THE GOOD AND THE EVIL IN HIS MIND
ALONE IN THE DESERT AND COLD...SO COLD"Introducing first, the challenger...weighing in at 235 pounds, from The Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...he is the South Texas Stallion...J.W Caliber!"As he reached the bottom of the ramp, J.W. broke into a sprint and slid underneath the bottom rope, quickly popping back up to his feet and scaling the turnbuckles just as the steel guitar began to wail. Pulling the bandana from his face, Caliber tossed it to a fan at ringside, who had a sign that read "Voodoo Queens love Cowboys", before he hopped down and removed his sunglasses and black Stetson handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his shirt and duster coat following right after.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:01 pm
Freebird by Lissie hit the speakers, announcing the arrival of the current champion, Jamie Bader.
Jamie came storming out from the back in an attire that seemed to be heavily influenced by a bruiser of some sort. Well, if you're going to go up against Hansen, might as well have Brody in your corner, am I right? Around his waist was the coveted Crimson City Title, which he was to defend tonight in this very match, which, mind you, was totally unfair! Not only was he not getting his hands on that no-good thief Salem, but he was having to defend his title on a regular basis as well!? What kind of booking is that!
Jamie strolled around to ringside and was about to enter the ring when he paused...And took a few steps back. He stormed over to the fan at ringside and snatched the Voodoo Queens love Cowboys sign out of their hands and tore it into pieces, much to the dismay of the crowd. Even the commentators were a bit appalled by his actions here tonight.
Jamie slid into the ring, unstrapped the title and raised it high over head, again, only to receive thunderous boo's from the crowd. Fresh off his anything but fair victory over Xavier X last show, Jamie was clearing a path right through the roster and mister Caliber seemed to be his next target.
"...And introducing the champion! From Gulf Shores, Alabama, weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds! He is the New Snake! He is your Crimson City Champion! He is...Jamie Baaadeeer!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:48 pm
Now that both men were present and accounted for, it was nearly time for the festivities to begin. The South Texas Stallion was chomping at the bit, waiting less than patiently as the referee secured the leather strap to his left wrist. Everyone could tell that the second that bell sounded, it would be time for one WILD RIDE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:57 pm
Jamie handed over his title to the ref as he prepared to get the match started. "Hold onto that for me, I'll be needing it back shortly." The ref attached the rope to his left wrist and signaled for the bell. Jamie stepped up toward the center of the ring and began to trash-talk his opponent.
"Listen here buckaroo, you best back out now because this is the only chance you'll have to leave this arena on your own...Cuz' after I'm done putting the spurs to you, you'll begging the EMT's to drive you right past the hospital and dump you in your grave so there will be no chance of you ever making the mistake of stepping in the ring with me again."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 2:48 pm
"Talk is cheap, Bubba," Caliber retorted. "I'd offer you the number of a good dentist, because you won't be leaving with the few teeth you've got left...but it's not like you'd actually bother to see him." With that, J. W. would look to draw first blood, so to speak, as he attempted to unleash a flurry of jabs directed at the jaw of the New Snake.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:22 pm
Before Jamie had time to retort, he was struck in the jaw not once, not twice, but three times, each jab pushing him closer and closer to the ropes behind him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 4:06 am
With each strike pushing Bader closer to the ropes, Caliber halted his offense momentarily as he began clearly winding up for a big strike before he attempted to follow up the jabs with an uppercut.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 10:48 pm
The uppercut rocked Jamie, sending him tumbling backwards into the ropes, which he was now leaned against and using for support.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 5:22 pm
Under normal circumstances, Caliber would have considered shooting his opponent off the ropes at this point...but the fact that the two men were bound by a 10 foot long leather strap, and they were in a 20' x 20' ring kinda ruled that option out. Of course, there was always "plan B".
The South Texas Stallion raised a finger to his lips, motioning for the crowd to hush momentarily, before attempting to light up Bader, who was on the ropes at the moment, with a hard overhand chop!
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 11:09 pm
The slap practically caved in Jamie's chest, causing the smaller man to shout out in pain while crossing his arms over his clavicle. He shook his head at J.W., begging for a break or time out of some sort.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 6:45 am
CRACK!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
A mischievous glint could be seen in Caliber's eye as Bader began trying to beg off. "WHADDYA THINK?", he shouted, loudly enough for the ringside mics and the fans in the first few rows to hear, as he cocked his hand back for a second big chop. "ONE MORE TIME?"
The crowd gave an overwhelmingly positive reaction to the idea of seeing the New Snake getting his chest turned into hamburger meat, and the South Texas Stallion intended to give the fans what they wanted to see, as he attempted to deliver chop #2.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 11:05 pm
Another chop sent ripples of pain across Jaime's chest as he shouted out in pain. "I hate all of you!" He exclaimed in furious agony.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 7:02 am
A second loud CRACK! rang out through the arena like a gunshot, and could almost be heard all the way in the cheap seats without amplification. Right after, the crowd gave another Flair-esque WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! while Caliber admired his handiwork.
"I hate all of you!", Bader shouted in furious agony as he reeled from the second nasty chop. Of course, the fans were quick to respond with a chant of "WE HATE YOU, TOO! WE HATE YOU, TOO!"
While the Crimson City champion and the audience were being mutually antagonistic, J. W. had backed up as far as the strap would allow, and once all the slack was pulled taut, the South Texas Stallion would shout "GET OVER HERE!" as he gave a good yank on the tether, attempting to reel his opponent in for a stiff clothesline.
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