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 Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 7:45 pm
saliva's Badass started playing on the screen as the St Paul Sensation, Tim Edgren came out in his black hoodie, a bottle of beer in his hand. He walked down, taking the occasional swig as the music played on.
I need you to hear this loud and clear
The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground
Cause I'm a badass
And you don't want to clash
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your face can't cash
Cause I'm a badass
And this warning's your last
Just cross my path and I'll drop you fast
Cause I'm a badass
A badass
Cause I'm a badass
A badass
A badass
Tim made his way into the ring and called for his music to cut off, pulling a microphone from his hoodie.
"for those of you that have been paying attention, since my return I have laid out two consecutive a** beatings as I have promised I would. I drove Jamie Hedro's face through a table, and we all saw the beating trent got last week."
he paused to give a wolfish smile.
"Now you're all probably thinking I'm going to say something about how Trent is getting a shot..to take the title shot that was taken from me by that giant feathery ******** Kujaku... well it wouldn't be wrong to assume so. After the beating I gave him really I should have that shot, but believe it or not there are more...pressing...matters."
the crowd paid attention, so far the title spotlight has been Tim's main grievance. What could he possibly be talking about?
"As you heard at the start of the show my wages are now taking a 5% cut, and for those of you paying attention to what goes on backstage you know that this makes the second time I have had money snatched form me by the same...single...man. So I am going to make sure my business with this slime little weasel is taken care of, the way I know how."
Tim leaned on the ropes and stared into the camera.
"Freakshow, get your malibu blond a** out here right now, or I will find you myself and take your knees out with a tire iron. Freak, don't make me go Killman on you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 10:57 am
OH MICKEY
YOU'RE SO FINE
YOU'RE SO FINE
YOU BLOW MY MIND
HEY MICKEY Freakshow waltzes out onto stage with a fat cigar clenched between his fingers. The trail of smoke following behind him he spits onto the stage, standing on gorilla as he narrows his gaze towards the ring. He wasn't going to take another step further. Those who had seen the previous show would know that Freak had relinquished ownership of the MMi to one of his constituents and old rivals, Salem Croft, in exchange for freedom from prison butt rape.
"Woah woah woah... Tim! My friend, my old partner. I don't know where exactly you've been for the past week, but uh, as far as MMi is concerned, I'm, uh, not exactly the one calling the shots.. That's just inside information, from me to you."
The blonde smooths his hair out on the top of his head, frowning a little bit.
"Now, really, I'd like to help you Tim. I really, really would, infact, I was planning on giving you every cent that you earned and THEN some. But see, things have changed, I'm sure you've noticed. I'm, well, not getting any younger, hahaha, and partly out of necessity, last week, I decided to hand the reigns of the company down to one of my business partners, Mr. Salem Croft. So you're probably wondering, where does that leave you?"
The manager fills his cheeks up with smoke, tilting his head back and blowing out into the air. "Well, I'd love to be able to stand here and tell you that I, in all of my immense power, have the means to dip into the companies funding for your reparations. But at this juncture, with the changes in management and corporate protocol, really, this kind of thing has nothing to do with me. That's right Tim. I can't do anything for you. And if I could? I wouldn't either way. If you really want what you deserve back, you're going to have to take it up with Croft, which means.. Well.. Heck.."Snorting the wild eyed manager twirls the microphone around in his hands.
"I don't have to tell you what it means.. But maybe my friends can.."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 11:12 am
Out from the back, to a chorus not of music, but instead of boos, came Five World United...Minus the fifth world. Griffin Steele, who was fired earlier in the night, was no where to be seen. A visibly angry group stepped on to the stage, music suddenly blasting through the PA system. The group looked a little more grungy than usual, as a homage to the type of music they were about to sing. We don't have the time, to listen to you whine.
About money and nothing else all at once?
You are one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes yeah, Freakshow can be cheap
Sometimes he forgets to pay me
It all keeps adding up
While he is cracking up
But you're just paranoid
and you're just boned!
You're bank account will shrink
You're really super poor it seems
We say its lack of work thats keeping you down
Cant get food at the store
By the hour, you make less than four (dollars)
So quit your whining cause it's bringing him down!
YEAH YOU'RE NOT GETTING PAID, AND YOU'RE BONED! The fans booing got louder as the music stopped, many screaming of blleding ears, and hating fags. Roberto quickly turned from his microphone and stormed backstage, the other three singers/wrestlers remaining on the stage to be used at Freakshow's disposal. Seemed as though their parodying of Green Day was not being received well.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 3:27 pm
Tim stared at this group as if in disbelief.
"Im sorry, I'm A bit confused... when did freakshow go from hiring Aaron the damm fatsumoto and bison mbadi to hiring ******** One Direction? "
The crowd laughed and began chanting
one direction!
One Direction!
one direction!
Tim smirked "i already see your zayn malik has left...sorry girls. ..let me do you the same favor ive been offering everyone who i delivered an a** beating to. Go find a recording studio for your shitty singing and get freak out here, or else ill deliver on my promise and find him myself because i have a proposition for him... now freak i know youre listening...are you coming out like A man?"
Tim then smashed the bottle on a ring post, making a wicked improvised blade.
"Or do i have to slash these bitches, come find you, and Beat my money out of you like a pinata?"
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:23 am
"Woah woah woah Tim that really isn't necessary..." Freakshow positions himself behind the FWU, speaking into the microphone from the protection of his meat shields. He straightens his tie out, shaking his head in response to the One Direction chants, not wanting his clients to be angered. Sweating a little, not wanting anymore blood shed, he frowns needing desperately to diffuse the situation. "Ok.. If you really want the money that bad.. It isn't gunna be that easy. Ok?! The MMi doesn't give handouts! This is a trickle down economy damnit! If you want that paper.. You're going to have to get through these guys!"
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 2:14 pm
Tim smirked as he saw his prey finally come out.
"Hand out? Oh freak freak freak. Im not asking for a handout, im asking for debt collection. Now i could easily just hand you over to a collection company or take you to court... but that's not how i like to do things. Now i would love to slash up your little entourage that makes the spirit squad seem intimidating and then cut you a couple new assholes but that wont feel quite as....proper."
He laughed as he let the crowd simmer down.
"Now freakshow, you're a businessman....albeit a sleazy greasy one. Instead I have a proposition for you to settle this account between men. See what i have in my hoodie is..."
He unzipped his hoodie and pulled out... a briefcase.
"My proposition is this: spring in the ring... a ladder match. ..freakshow versus tim edgren. You have the money you owe me in cash in this briefcase. I win, i get my money. Lose, and this is where i offer the carrot for you. In this briefcase from me will be what i call a reversal of fortune. A signed document stating that your debt to me...will be taken on by me to be paid to you. A reversal of the debt. So freak, win and get money, lose and avoid any legal matters. Really its a win win situation for you. "
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 7:32 pm
Freakshow looks at Lynn of the FWU, then back at Tim, then at the microphone in his hands, before bursting into hysterical laughter. He whips the suit jacket off his torso, slapping it to the ground, rolling on the floor briefly before dropping a knee onto his fine tailored suit. He stands back up, starring into the ring with a look that said, what the ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">
"You think... I'm gunna get in the ring... With you?!" The blonde wipes the tears from his eyes, nearly vomiting his dinner of lobster and steak at the notion of a competitive match with Tim Edgren. Of all the people, Tim Edgren. He nudges one of the FWU members on the side, as if to say, get a load of this guy.
"Me? A match? With you? HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH! I could give you a hundred reasons why that's not gunna happen. A. I'm retired. B. I'm a legend. C. You aren't a legend. D... D is <******** YOU BUDDY! You can't just challenge The Original Marauder to a match. Nuh uh.. So how about this.."He points his finger at the man in the ring.
"Get your lawyers. DROWN ME in litigation, I'm BEGGING YOU! Try it. I know a few things about the U.S justice system. You might have case. You might even by right. That's right! You, Tim Edgren, in the U.S Court of law, could very easily be entitled to his debt that you speak of?! Does that mean you're gunna get it?! NO! I. Have. More. Money. Than. You. I. Have. Better. Lawyers. Than. You!!"The businessman, red in the face, stops to catch his breath, before looking at his friends in the FWU... "This guy can't be serious.."He looks into the ring, befuddled. "Uh.. Look, I'm willing to reason with you.." He admits, looking down at the ground.. "But.. You know what?! <******** it. He makes a signal with his hands, turning his back on the ring.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 11:45 am
"Now wait just one moment there freak" tim said.
"Before you go leaving how about you take a look at the titantron? "
On the screen showed a very expensive looking Cadillac hooked up to a tow truck.
"Recognize that? Yes freak, its your car. You see you kay have built up more money than i have, but in my time as general manager of evolution and my time in professional baseball, i built connections. Now they're waiting on my call to put it back down."
Tim smirked, confident he had freaks attention now.
"Now, i understand you don't want to use your big wads of cash to replace the balls you've obviously lost and face your a** beating like a man, but perhaps the original marauder would be willing to place his money and trust on one of the guys in his current payroll? Tell you what, you want to chicken out ill face any one of the men you choose in that match. Be it one of these boy band rejects, your giant pidgeon kujaku, hell even the big brown retard you dragged into this company. What do you say now, legend?"
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 3:29 pm
"OH <******** freezes the color draining from his face. A white cadillac chained to a tow truck. One of his most valued possessions in peril. The blonde turns back to the ring, this was one of the last things he had expected Edgren to have up his sleeve, the dirty little b*****d. With terror in his eyes his raises his microphone up to his lips. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He looks towards the FWU, as if for some kind of approval, before speaking.
"OK... I SEE HOW YOU'RE GUNNA PLAY IT TIM! I DIDN'T WANNA PLAY MY FULL DECK-- BUT YOU--- YOU'VE LEFT ME WITH NO CHOICE--... <********>... THIS ISN'T PERSONAL . If it was PERSONAL then it'd be between ME and YOU! But when you hit my POCKETBOOK you hit more than JUST ME! I didn't THINK it'd come down to this... BUT YOU'VE FORCED MY HAND... So I'm gunna have to bring out THE NEW CEO to go CORPORATE ON YOUR a**!!"
Swallowing he looks back over his shoulder.
"CROFT. WE HAVE A PROBLEM!"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 7:06 pm
As Freakshow fumbled over himself from the intimidation tactics of Tim Edgren, the arena would suddenly become awash with light and sound from the Titantron and PA system, an unhinged voice yelling out through the speakers..."IT'S AN OMEN!"Strobe lights washed over the stage, blanketing it in a blinking display of bright white and darkness. Shadows danced frantically in the chaos, the crowd a mixed bag of cheers and boos as Salem Croft stepped onto the stage while the beat thumped on courtesy of The Prodigy. Dressed in a white button-up, black slacks, and a red and black pinstripe vest, Salem looked on towards the ring while images of his past deeds flickered on the Titantron above him, smoke beginning to billow around his feet. His sleeves rolled up, revealing his wrapped fists and forearms, "The Devil of BBW" reached up to raise the brim of his black fedora while gesturing with his spare hand - which also held a microphone - to cut his music. Not acknowledging the audience's opinion of him, Croft started on down the ramp, raising the microphone to his lips. "Let's not let things get out of hand here, fellas." the Seasons Champion opened with, not having brought the belt down to the ring for this affair. Instead, it seemed that Salem sought to offer peace, holding his empty hand up in a calming fashion as he reached the bottom of the ramp. "I know you're used to Freak running the show, but MMI is under new management." Salem continued, once again drawing a divided response from the fans. Starting towards the nearest corner, Salem stepped up the stairs, stopping on the ring apron as he looked over at Tim, then Freakshow and the...I guess Four Worlds United, now."So, allow me to help put your mind at ease, Tim." Salem said, ducking under the top rope to step onto the canvas and walk towards the man who'd figuratively thrown Freakshow into the ropes. Once within arm's reach, Salem would extend a hand towards Tim and lock eyes with the baseball connoisseur."But, let me start off by saying that I'm glad to have the opportunity to meet you, man. We almost connected a couple years ago in some other places, but we never really got to talk. So, let's be gentlemen and sort this out, right?"Turning his head, Salem looked over his shoulder towards Freakshow and FWU."Right?" he repeated, still waiting on Tim to return his offered gesture of respect.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 8:30 pm
Tim smirked as he looked at salem and his extended hand.
"Why so formal salem? Why we were this close just a year ago before my injury. Don't you remenber? In fact you just won gold and i offered you my hand, chopped you un the throat and smashed a beer bottle over your head. ..ooh right, i forgot my killman wig how awkward. Ironic really. Freak hired me to attack you, and now here you are between me and him" he took the hand with a tight grip, his eyes daring salem to try making a move.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 8:49 pm
As Tim tried to scare Salem into flinching with his stern grip and harsh words, Salem merely grinned, letting out a soft chuckle as he didn't so much as bat an eye. "...You were a different person back then." Salem retorted, his tone still soft but with a subtle layer of authority beneath his words. "So was I. Back then, I was just a happy-go-lucky fool...someone who was reactive. letting people influence my goals and alter my career path. I spent more time having fun with fans than focusing on getting past my...roadblocks. But, I did get past them, Tim...and if you recall, I made you quit this company the last time you took that kind of tone with me."With a snap of his forearm, Salem snatched his hand back and took a couple steps away, moving himself to be in front of his fellow Marauders without breaking eye contact with Edgren. Gesturing outward with his empty hand, Salem raised the mic again and spoke once more while the crowd waited in anticipation for what would happen next. "But, that was then, and this is now...and in the here and now, you can let bygones be bygones and handle this with civility - as so often is not the case - or, you can count on your fingers, there, and do a little math...because by my observation, you're in the minority. The choice is yours...but I'd choose your next words carefully, because they might determine whether you eat solid foods for the foreseeable future."Salem's blatant threat was met with a restless pop of excitement from the audience, many in attendance hoping for blood and violence to break out between the two men. Still, Salem lowered his empty hand and slacked his shoulders, slipping his palm into the pocket of his slacks. Smiling again, the menacing tint to his eyes had faded, Croft tilting his head a little as he looked on at Tim. "Sorry, that's just the blood pressure talking...see, I've got an important match tonight, one that I'm really looking forward to. So forgive me if I'm a little...edgy." Salem shivered a little bit, looking almost as though he were having a seizure for a couple of seconds before he froze, relaxing once more but twitching the fingers on his empty hand. "It's got me so riled up, I'm just itching for a fight...but I'd rather not spoil my appetite with you, Tim. So, I'd appreciate it if we could just play nice. Capiche?"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 9:13 pm
Tim looked right back at salem.
"Oh salem, you see i learned something when you managed to get me to say i quit. Make no mistake though, as you said we are both quite different, and i have learned that shacking up with freakshow is asking to go down." He held salems hand.
"Now....champ.... unless you're here to say you're stepping up at spring in the ring, i suggest you step out of this ring and let the adults handle business. Now if its a fight you want, let me give you the same warning i gave the last two guys who stepped in this ring with me....."
Tim narrowed his eyes, his expression 100 percent serious.
"I'll put my foot so far up your a** you'll be going to your next match with a walker"
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 2:48 pm
The sound of wind could be heard in the black scenery. Whistling it's eerily tune to the viewers at this time. The image would begin to pan in, showing an extended dark hallway that went on for a few feet.
Within moments, the eerie sound would be replaced with something that would begin to even weigh down the bravest of men, the strongest of warriors, and the largest of superstars. The sound of breathing could be easily heard whilst the dark hallway was still being shown. Nothing changing except the audio.
A heartbeat would begin to follow with the heavy breathing, going from a gentle normal paced heartbeat to that of one that sounded like a fly trapped inside a web, with nothing to do but wait for its untimely demise. The heartbeat would continue to gain more speed, continuing until the point silence would be the only thing heard from the audio. A deafening silence that seemed unreal.
"It seems that you have found your way on this late Spring day.
In hopes of finding a cure to this great feeling of dismay.
In these dark halls you wander with him behind you.
Whether you, the blind, can finally see, it's nothing that I can do.
Run off, before it is too late.
All those feelings that enter have left you in an awful state.
Death is here, you seem have to have reached an untimely fate."
The poem would be said in a softly spoken whisper of a young English man. Only for the dark hallway to be taken off the titantron and replaced with a dark scenery.
"Run"
"RUN"
"RUN!"
The once relaxed voice would become distressed, as if it were given chase by a predator.
"This is your Omen"
The Burlap-Sack wearing individual would take a hold of the camera, bringing it to the mask he wore, seeing that is the closest thing to a face they will get. The relaxing voice which would have stated the poem and shouted to run, was now replaced by the deep, crisp voice of the man before everyone.
The lights shut off for a mere moments, the crowd becoming loud in both cheers and boos as they know who is coming. They knew exactly knew what kind of Freak would come out to this. Not any normal freak, but the Freak.
The lights would flash back on almost immediately and behind both Freakshow and Salem was the same man who was giving chase to the man on the titantron, it was the Freak; Omen.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 7:05 pm
Tim looked at salem, then to omen, back to salem.
"YYes yes, i see how this is going to be. All of freaks cronies coming out if the woodwork like cockroaches. I see we have the brokeback street boys, salem with yet another new attitude making me think little of my own personality disorder issues, and now jason borehees comes into play. Honestly omen upgrade to a damn hockey mask already you belong in a 90s slasher flick not the ring. Now looks to me like this here is a rocking party ready to explode...well ladies and gentlemen allow me to kick off this ballroom blitz"
With that tim jumped in and aimed the microphone right for the side of salems head, he would then move passed to jump on omen with a series of punches.
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