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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 9:24 pm
"The following contest is for the BBW CRIMSON CITY CHAMPIONSHIP! Before we begin, the General Manager will have to spin the Wheel of Massacre!"  Weather: Humid, clear skies.
Wind: 3 mph.
Temperature: 95 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Punkology rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:33 pm
Pre-Spin
A spotlight hit the stage as the Wheel of Massacre was rolled out, followed by Matt Shanahan strolling after the crew. He gave the crowd a small wave and a smirk, of which got him a noticeable pop. Tonight was going to be a live spinning of the wheel! The titantron flashed on to show four names: "Shadow", "Caliber", "King" and "Shanahan"". The Wheel showed ten evenly divided segments all around. Each one said, much like the TV screen, "Shadow", "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.
"How are ya' enjoying the show, MIAMI!?" Matt roared into his microphone to get a cheap pop from the crowd. How he loved to hear them cheer on his show.
"That's what I like to hear! Ladies and gentlemen, before we start off J.W. Caliber's first title, we have to spin the legendary Wheel of Massacre. Due to the amount of time the upcoming Lord of Summer event is gonna take up, I'm not gonna keep you guys long; so, let's get right to it!"
Matt turned his back to the crowd and stared up at the titantron, "Mindy, please show us Shadow's pick for the stipulation!" The crowd gave a sizable roar at the mention of Matt's assistant, of which seemed to have disappeared after Winter Warfare. A few moments passed with no indication that the titantron's screen was changing. A crew member ran out from behind the curtain and whispered something to Matt, of which got a loud "WHAT?!" out of the General Manager. Before he could properly take his rage out on the man, he disappeared to the back.
"... Well, apparently our challenger hasn't decided yet! So... how about Caliber's?! Do we have that, at least?!" On his command, the phrase "Street Fight" appeared beside Caliber's name. A small smile spread across Shanahan's lips at the sight.
"Now that's what I'm talking about! I love a good Street Fight, don't you guys?! Well, what about King? What joke of a match did he pick this time?" The answer came in the form of "Iron Man" scrawled beside Kelly King's name.
"... Huh, okay. That's actually not a bad pick for once. Good on you, Kelly! As always, mine will remain anonymous unless chosen, so... now we play the waiting ga-"
The General Manager was cut off as the crew member returned from behind the curtain, only to give Shanahan a thumbs up and disappear again. "Oh, nevermind! He's finally ********' decided! And what do we got, Mindy?!"
There was clear hesitance to display the decision compared to the other two. But eventually, the phrase "Bra and Panties" appeared by Shadow's name; the crowd broke out into a fit of laughter.
"... You know, I'm not even surprised." Matt spat with an irritable tone before walking over to the Wheel of Massacre. "Enough pandering, let's spin this thing!" With a mighty push, Matt sent the wheel into a spinning cyclone...
[Winning numbers:
Shadow (Bra and Panties) - 1, 5
J.W. Caliber (Street Fight) - 2, 6, 8
Kelly King (Ironman Match) - 3
Matt Shanahan (???) - 4, 7, 9, 10 ]
Post-Spin
... and it spun until it landed on a choice that only caused a sea of joy to wash over the General Manager. The flag landed on "Shanahan."
"YES!" He screamed out loud, his fist pumping into the air once. For some reason, the crowd seemed deflated at the winner, as if they already had a preference.
"That's what I'm talking about! With that, tonight's match will be..." Matt turned on heel to stare out at the crowd through his aviators. In a matter of moments, the crowd had broken out into "BRA-AND-PAN-TIES!" chants all across the beach! They wanted to see it more than anything it seemed; what sickos!
"... Tonight's match will b-" Shanahan attempted to speak loudly over the PA System, but he wasn't getting anywhere with this crowd. They weren't letting up off their chant. "FINE! Tonight's match will be a... Bra and Panties match! God, I hate my life..."
Matt dropped the microphone as the crowd erupted into a wave of adoration. The General Manager's will to give the people what they wanted was too strong. With a small smirk and a shake of his head, Matt disappeared into the back to avoid having to see this match.
-End feed-
"The following contest is for the BBW CRIMSON CITY CHAMPIONSHIP, and is a Bra and Panties match! In order to win, a competitor must strip their opponent down to... their bra and panties. Introducing first!...
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 10:32 pm
The twanging of the airy guitar hit the PA system, and the fans stood up in excitement and reverence of the Old and Pissed Off. The stage was still raised enough for an opening to appear in the center of it while the lights changed into an eerie blue and indigo color that cooled the mood. It was slow, it was plodding, but it was surely Shadow who was being raised up from under the stage, sitting in his rocking chair. Moving back and forth, he simply sat and stared forward while the Porcupine Tree song played into the lyrics, even after the elevator had reached the apex. Why he would choose to beat a man down to his women's undergarments while wearing them himself was only Shadow's knowledge. Yet, here he was, rocking to the feeling of the music.Sunlight. Coming Through The Haze.
No Gaps In The Blind
To Let It Inside
The Bed Is Unmade
Some Music Still Plays
TV. Yeah It's Always On.
The Flicker On The Screen
A Movie Actress Screams
I'm Basking In The s**t
Flowing Out Of It[ From the Land of the Setting Sun, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds, Shadow!]Shadow was slow to rise, giving off a feeling that he was older even still than he looked, but the wiser fans and wrestlers knew that it was a mistake to think that they could take advantage of Shadow's age, or that he wasn't still extremely dangerous as a human being and a wrestler. Especially when he decided he wanted to wear women's undergarments. Shadow politely dusted himself off and gave a gentle bow, before making his way down to the ring, ignoring most of the fan reactions at ringside, whether positive or negative. He had only one focus right now: stripping a man down to his respective women's undergarments.I'm Stoned. In The Mall Again.
Terminally Bored.
Shuffling 'Round The Stores.
And Shoplifting Is Getting
So Last Year's Thing.
X-Box. Is A God To Me.
A Finger On The Switch
My Mother Is A b***h
My Father Gave Up
Ever Trying To Talk To MeShadow slid into the ring, turning around as he did so, so that he ended up facing the stage that he'd come from rather than his opponent. He looked around as the fans cheered him and boo'd him thanks to his legendary status. He got up on all fours, then to one knee, before finally standing up tall. Shadow made his way over to one corner of the ring and carefully balanced himself climbing to the middle rope, before bending back and arching his head, spraying a putrid black mist into the air above the ring. Shadow turned and hopped off the turnbuckle, crouching in the corner, ready to begin the humbling.How Can I Be Sure I'm Here?
The Pills That I've Been Taking Confuse Me.
I Need To Know That Someone Sees That
There's Nothing Left
I Simply Am Not Here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 11:28 pm
((I am so ******** pumped for this.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 9:21 am
After having made the necessary adjustments to his attire as dictated by the match stipulation that was DEMANDED by BBW's well-known crowd of sadists, J.W. Caliber could be seen approaching the steps leading up to the gorilla position, half-drunk whiskey bottle in hand, getting himself mentally prepared for his first championship defense...and by "mentally prepared", I mean drunk enough to be somewhat comfortable wrestling in women's undergarments. He took a slug of liquid courage from the bottle before reaching around in his back pocket to once again remove an atomic wedgie, just before tying his bandana in place, slipping on his sunglasses and climbing the steps. Usually I love these sickos, Caliber thought, still shifting uncomfortably and wondering just how the hell the wardrobe department had a bra and panties that were remotely close to his size -which they got WRONG, by the way- but this is a whole new level of depravity making two grown men wrestle in ladies' underbritches. " 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, duster coat shifting to either side, revealing his newly won Crimson City championship belt wrapped around his waist, 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, although with a bit less enthusiasm than he usually did, as he was trying to keep his bits from shifting in the too small underwear he was forced to compete in, getting the crowd fired up before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. 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"And introducing the champion...weighing in at 235 pounds, from The Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...the reigning, defending BBW Crimson City Champion...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, unfastening the title belt and scaling the turnbuckles as he held the gold high for all to see just as the steel guitar began to wail. Pulling the bandana from his face, Caliber tossed it into the crowd before he hopped down and removed his sunglasses and black Stetson handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his duster coat following right after. The champ then draped the belt over his shoulder as he backed into his respective corner and waited for the bell.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 5:48 pm
((So you're taking off your shirt before we even start?))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 8:54 pm
((d'oh! forgot to remove that bit from the stock entrance.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:22 pm
((Gotcha))
After the ref took the belt from Calibur, he raised it up for the crowd to see and then passed it off to the ring-side crew before he called for the bell.
DING DING DING
Shadow edged up slowly from his corner and walked to the center of the ring with two fingers in each hand, he motioned for Calibur to step up and receive his lacy lesson in humility.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 4:34 pm
Now that the bell had sounded and the buzz from the whiskey was setting in, Caliber moved in toward the center of the ring and stared down his opponent. After a couple of moments, the champ raised a hand as he offered up an old school test of strength. Of course, if Shadow accepted, J. W. would yank his hand back at the last second, only to switch hands with the intent of repeating the cycle ad nauseum.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 9:58 pm
Shadow made a grab for the first hand and stumbled forward when J.W. pulled it back. Feeling embarrassed that he tripped, he shook his head when J.W. offered the other hand and offered a boot to the sternum as his reply. Afterwords, if allowed, Shadow would follow through with a chop to J.W.'s chest.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 9:46 pm
While the Crimson City champion's shenanigans were more or less for the sake of his own amusement, it would seem that Shadow would have no part of the tomfoolery once he caught on to what was going on.
A boot to the gut caused the champ to hunch forward, putting him in prime position for the hard chop that followed. The South Texas Stallion reeled back from the impact, staggering back a couple steps while grabbing his stinging chest as the crowd gave a Nature Boy-esque WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Of course, the second J. W. regained his footing, he would look to return the favor as he attempted to fire back with a hard knife-edge chop of his own.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 4:31 pm
WOOOO!
Shadow stumbled backwards as the audience echoed to J.W.'s own chop. Rolling his neck and huffing a sigh, Shadow made a quick dash to clothesline J.W. to the mat!
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:47 am
Between the whiskey and the frilly, awkward unmentionables, the champ wasn't quite quick enough to avoid getting put on his back by his opponent's clothesline.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 7:44 pm
After bringing down the drunk champion to the mat, Shadow immediately hunched low and went after J.W.'s belt to start off a future fan fiction someone was already writing on their cellphone in the crowd. Bra and panties match, afterall.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 5:42 am
Hey...just because Caliber was a tad tipsy, and was almost comfortable being in women's underwear, by no means did that mean he was willing to let another guy in his pants! That being the case, when Shadow started fumbling with the cowboy's belt, J. W. sat up and tried to belt the offender in the mouth with a right hook.
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