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 Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 4:19 pm
Epic Segment Coming Soon!
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 7:22 pm
You know I'm not one to break promises,
I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe.
At the end of it all, you're still my best friend,It wasn't long before a SONG played.. in fact it was seven minutes after the mess of a match between Blackjack and Brody Robinson. No video. It wasn't needed, as the fans erupted off their feet to crane their chubby little necks, just to see a clever veteran, who hasn't been seen for months! He last appeared in EWA, taking fight for at a Unification Championship challenge! And now! Here he comes! A figure of what must be the aforementioned man! Strolling out onstage.. is this really The Fox?  But there's something inside that I need to release.
Which way is right, which way is wrong,
How do I say that I need to move on?
You know we're heading separate ways.Who is this?! This cannot be Guy 'The Fox' Cancer! Yet it could be.. Cancer had dyed his hair once before. Who's to say that The Fox was ever a natural blonde? How long has Guy Cancer been a Silver Fox? Nevertheless, this must be the true dude, who carries the orange n' black. Guy Cancer now seemed to be living a life of luxury, sporting a monocle and chops! His steps also held a haughty air of pompousness! The microphone in hand rose in hesitant halts, glaring into the crowd with disdain. And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
There's nothing I can really say.
I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more,
Got to be true to myself.The path of his leisurely stroll was now only at a halfway point, on ramp, to his destination, that is the ring. And as dimwitted, as the audience was.. they seemed to somehow get the message that Guy Cancer didn't care for them and they reciprocated their feelings for that back at Guy Fox! "DOUCHE MONKEY!! DOUCHE MONKEY!! DOUCHE MONKEY!! DOUCHE MONKEY!!"And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
So I'll be on my way.Chants from the crowd.. they weren't the kind that was done in good light of him. No! These ingrates were mocking him! And in reaction, a raised upper lip of disgust from Cancer developed. Guy Cancers face turned to a teeth gritting glare set in stone, as he approached ringside. You've given me more than I can return,
Yet there's oh so much that you deserve.
There's nothing to say, nothing to do.
I've nothing to give,
I must live without you.
You know we're heading separate ways.Cancer's walkway path led him to the corner stairs, where he leisurely took one slow step at a time. Letting time tick by, heating the fans at this bore movement move on at a slothful snail pace. It was when he did reach the top of the steps, that he cracked a smile at the enraging jeers to 'hurry his a** up'! Amused at the anger that he drew from his audience, he sat middle rope to slip in elegantly as he could. And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
There's nothing I can really say.
I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more,
Got to be true to myself.Walking around the ring, with a finger to his lips, summoning silence from his viewers. Finally getting a desired low volume that pleased him.. He stood center ring, to flatly speak. Music fades away as the man of the hour rose his microphone.. "I am..." Cancer dips his hand, then swings it back up. "Guy Cancer. And I, am known as..." A few swivels of his wrist, that held the black stick, and Guy resumed sentence. "The Fox."Hateful words spouted out in response to this little obvious piece reminding information. Guy Cancers fans were likely none in attendance at this point. Yet, Guy Cancer held a face of an uncaring b*****d. He had lavished himself in his own riches since his last performance in EWA and his ego had quite likely swelled to an amassed size of being beyond anyone's reaching point. His words chose to continue over the words that spat on his name a million fold. "Entering in this small time backyard garbage, called Blood Bath Wrestling.." Oop, that did it, another round of hate rained down, as Guy Cancer clearly did not care enough to properly know the name of what show he was in! "Shut. Up. I do not have the care of listening to idiot shout out whatever bits of brains you have, when you can't do a damn thing about it." Guy gave a strange sneering smile, a bit irritated, yet enjoying the irritation that he brought out. "I am only here tonight for the long overdue apology that Matt Bananahan is surely to give me, as there can be no other reason for him to invite me here to his firecracker club." Then a look of confusion, Guy Cancer seemed a little perplexed as he spoke his next words.. "..But I'm a bit troubled.. there's this video, with the quality of a poor grade school production package, that has been playing lately.. and just in Blah Blath's latest Rip-Off-Vi-you.. it was revealed this was all shoddily geared toward me. So.. so sad, too bad, for I am no longer in competition."[interruption]
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 8:07 pm
"Well ain't that a pity?" A voice called out over the sound system, one that was familiar to every person in attendance and watching at home. With a leisurely stroll, Matt Shanahan walked out from the curtain, a sly smirk on his face and his aviators hiding his eyes, as always. The crowd roared in approval for the General Manager's appearance, but he seemed to waste no time pandering to them tonight.
"No longer in competition... I didn't think I'd be the final nail in your coffin, Foxxy. That's a shame, because I know the people of BAD BLOOD WRESTLING would love to see the mighty Fox in action. Guy Cancer! The man, the myth, the... almost-legend! You, sir, have a reputation!... and a past, and we're nothing without our pasts, are we?"
The fans sat in mystery at Shanahan's words, while he put his free hand on his jean pocket and began to pace around the stage. "You see, your past is... something that I've studied a bit lately. You disappeared, claimed you were done with the industry, but I know there's always... -something-. Something that makes us all wanna come back, even if it's one more time. Something we can't pass up... now, you came out here seeking an apology, over a matter that you will -not- get from me. However... what if I told you that I did something better than apologize? What if... I said that I dug into your past a bit, and found one of those that'll make you lose the mutton chops, put your gear on, and go back to what you're so well known for?... What if I had that final nail in your coffin?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 8:10 pm
An eyebrow perked up, eyes casting over toward the owner of that voice, which held a sarcastic humor in its stated remark. His expression bored and a tad annoyed. Guy Cancer didn't follow the General Manager's enthusiasm and continued to follow further into his own exasperation, as Shanahan went on of a 'nail in his coffin' and 'almost-legend'. Cancer was feeling the teasing of being great, yet not-so-great!
Then in interest of curiosity was sparked in Cancer's eye, as Matt Shanahan spoke of digging into his past. This patted his ego. Of course a fellow legend would take interest in this sly fox! And Guy raised his chin at this view- his view of praise to himself. It was there that a loss of control with the corners of Guy Cancers scornful lips, turned up slightly into a flattered smirk.. while Matt Shanahan was finishing up with his final question dropping like dung in Cancer's perfectly constructed world of self-illusion.. where Cancer simply laughed off in a passive chuckle. Of course he always had a clean up crew of cleverness to take care with those that irked him.
"Meh heh heh heh eh eh.." His visible eye narrowed at Shanahan. "No apology? That's acceptable. I would not have accepted it anyways. Ya, cowardly thug." Though he was nimble in quick responses, he reverted to his speech before the life of a luxurious crowd. "There is nothing! No something! Only nothing! You drag me to your s**t shack! In this crack town! Offering me a nail to my coffin?! ******** you!" Now his temper that Guy was always so fast to obtain had emerged..
Cancer's eye gave a twitch and Guy rose his other hand to slowly comb his fingers through the hairs that had grown into a commendable mutton chop beard. This action seem to calm him, but his anger was not quelled. "You.. you can't have found a thing." Guy's tone was dangerous and his voice carried edge that tattled a tale of an easy push over the edge.
"I have gotten.. acquired everything I've wanted in my career.. World Championships, tag belts, milestone straps.. I got it all. And look at me now.." A sneer erupted upon his face in a near glaring glee in the eye of this Silver Fox who had always held a mysterious thought process of which was more of a curse to this poor souls mind.
"I have.. -Riches-. -Fame-. -Women-." He spat each word with a fierce intensity, as if he was desperately attempting to convince himself that he was satisfied.. "It is impossible for you to find -anything- to bring me back to the squared circle.. much less.. in this dump." The hand that acted as a comb, fell out of his chops like a discarded crumb and pointed down at the mat to emphasis his insult.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 7:28 pm
Suddenly the lights faded out, engulfing the arena in total darkness. Soon a few smart marks got their phones cast a tiny light out into the crowd. Eventually the titantron flickered to lift. A video began to play. ___ Robin Loxley - Rain DownThe video opened to grassy field enveloped in the shadow of a dark night. A heavy rain, with a mixture of thunder and lightening cast a dreary aura to the scene. Soon a harmonica took over the PA which would momentarily be accompanied by a snare and bass beat. With each bang of the drums a monotonic image would flash on each side. It was of a masked figure but because the images were so distorted no one but very smart fans would catch on to who it was. A tiny roar came from the crowd as the video continued on. Soon a black figure could be barely visible straight head but very far. "I'm... Coming... Back..."Suddenly a heavy piano tune came in, adding to the build of the video. With each pound of the keyboard, more images flashed across the screen, this images ran with old time movie effect, making they just barely visible enough to not make out faces or letters or symbols, just bodies and hairstyles. Through for for another clue, the images were violent, people getting choked and booted in the head. "I have not forgotten..."As the distorted and faded images flashed over the video, the black figure in the distance was slowly getting closer, through it seemed he was dragging something darker then the night sky with him, as it seemed a black hole was engulfing the sky around him. Even the grass darkened under the shadow. "I'm coming... For you..."Then as the music seemed to be reaching his climax, it casually and rather quickly faded out, as the figure bolted for the camera, engulfing the entire screen in a pitch black darkness. Then suddenly a few bellows of smoke rose from the bottom of the screen, leisurely floating up the screen. In the aftermath of its path, three words were left. FEAR THE END___ By this point nearly everyone in the crowd had a phone out, transforming the area in a starry night sky. The titantron was now a blank, black screen, and the arena was once again in total darkness with the exception of the make shift night sky in the audience. A few moments went by. Then suddenly. "This is the way the world will end..."Suddenly the crowd erupted into a frenzy. The ramblings amongst the crowd and BBW Universe was true. The Entity was back! Just a mere second after the infamous and legendary opening the proper music followed. Slipknot - Opium of the PeopleInstantly the lights began to flash, and pulse to the ripping sound of Slipknots shredding guitars. A thin layer of smoke began to take over the floor of the stage and ramp as to columns shot straight into the sky from each end of the ramp. It took a few seconds but Johnathan Riker would show his rotted and aggressive looking mask. Walking out from the back with his hunched over and jittery walk, Riker stopped at the top of the ramp. Peering out to the crowd with his piercing white eyes, and baring his crooked teeth. Johnathan then locked his gaze on Matt. A tiny chuckle escaped him as he looked to the ring to see the look on Fox's face. He then continued down the ramp with smoke parting with each awkward step. His presence seemed just as unhinged as ever. He could crack at any moment. Approaching the ring the smoke was dissipating at that distance and it was clear and stepped on the pads as if he was coming out of the darkness.... Riker was here.. Johnathan approached the ring, rushing up the steel steps and stomping on each step as he did so. Landing on the apron, Riker stared into the ring, his unnerving glare hitting the Sly Fox. His wet stringing hair hanging over his mask and eyes. The madman then stepped through the ropes and marched across the ring, walking passed Guy Cancer, showing no fear or hesitation. He then leaned through the ropes and screamed for a mic. "Hand me a ******** mouth piece!" A stagehand hustled to scramble for a mic, grabbing one, his anxiety was getting the best of him and he had trouble holding in his hands a rushed over to the ring with it. He fumbled around for a moment but managed to make it to Johnathan. Riker quickly snatched it from his hands and stared at the young man. Then a threatening manner he then point for him to go set down. The stagehand wasted no time and hurried back to his seat. Leaning back through the ropes, Riker slowly turned to Fox. He took a couple steps from the corner, taking a stand across from his first opponent ever. The crowd was now going nuts, in an up roar the hard camera had trouble holding still for the shot, as two legends stood in the ring, and one hasn't been seen for about two years. Johnathan took a turn looking both men in the eyes as the crowd soaked in the moment with thunderous cheers. Riker then turned his stone gaze to the stage, and slowly raised the mic to his mouth, and with as sincere tone as Riker could get with his raspy and aggressive voice, suggest that he leave, imply that he no longer had any business out here as far as Riker was concerned. "Matt... Leave..." Hoping that his show of respect. Not being him down simply on the principle that he was now an authority figure here and not a wrestler, would in turn coax Matt into showing him some respect and simply leave.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 10:52 pm
~Moving this along.~Listening to Riker's voice, Matt shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. Raising the mic up to his mouth to give a simple reply. "Fair enough.." With that Matt strolled off the stage and to the back, taking his leave.______________________________________________ Once Matt was out of sight, Riker turned his icy gaze to his eternal rival, Guy The Fox Cancer. Not wasting anymore time Riker raised the mic his lips and address Fox and his own presence out here, but first he would address the look of arrogance one Guy's face that was replaced with a hollow and shocked look. "What's the matter Foxy? It looks like you've seen a ghost.." Taking moment and stepping forward, getting in a closer to Guy's face. "It's funny cause I can say the same thing. I mean you look like Foxy, but you aren't Foxy.. No... That silver hair is no longer just hair coloring.. Your too old, your too fat, too pompous, too condescending, too damn egotistical, and a shell of what you once was.. It makes me sick.." As Riker tore into Fox's image and character, the crowd was rumbling, but the last three words in his small rant made them pop. However now it was time to address the real reason he was out here. "You see Foxy, just cause no one hears from me, doesn't mean I don't hear anything... I've kept my ear to the ground, and I heard that your looking for a way out.. I hear you want that final curtain call, that one last hurrah before riding off into the sunset.. So Matt put out an offer to any superstar that could give you that wish... Guess who's name was the FIRST and LAST on that list before Matt took it off the table?" Not giving Fox anytime to respond to Riker's question, he continued on. "Now I see that look on your face, it's a look of fear, the look on someone's face when they come to the realization, that they are facing the inevitable... I am your final nail.. When you shook my hand in GWWF, I told you that you had my respect, don't tarnish it. Now... Will you accept my challenge?" Riker lowered the mic, taking a small step back as his piercing eyes never wavered from Guy's.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:59 pm
It was a difficult task to swallow this lump of fear and pride down his throat, but it was done in a painful gulp. Guy Cancer's face did indeed appear waver off into something ghastly! The sight of Johnathan Riker in a return upon successfully drawing Guy out to make a rare appearance! And Cancer could only stare in disbelief of an old skeleton, waltzing his way down the ramp and into the very ring in which he stood! By Johnathan's entering Cancer's current residing land, his feet made a move.. backward. A near stagger to stumble, that showed just how far Riker had Guy flabbergasted! Getting in his face, Guy Cancer, cowardly lowered and turned his face in attempt to avoid eye contact. As the words rolled out of Riker's mouth, Guy slowly made subtle movements and actions.. which went something like biting his bottom lip, removing his absurd monocle, blinking his eyes resentfully, after Riker frankly laid it out of his current condition and twisted the blade, as he added just how sick he felt about it. It was a near wonder how Guy Cancer kept himself contained. An opportunity to speak.. which was a farce and had Guy falling for this, his lips sought for the answer to Riker's question, but being run over by a Riker who was on a roll, Guy's eyes only looked saddened. .. Now Guy Cancer had his option to respond. To speak. What would he say if he chose to? And he chose to. Raising that microphone too slowly for the audience that looked forward, greatly, to hear the so-called 'Fox' who.. just dropped the stick at his feet. Slowly shook his head and bowed out of the ring, hopping down to the floor and resentfully walked past the ring, backing up the ring, to the exit... leaving the questioned unanswered, to be answered next show.. so tune in next time for Guy Cancer's answer to Johnathan Riker's question! Will Guy Cancer tarnish Riker's respect? Or will the old, fat, miserable, Guy take on Riker's challenge?
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