The following contest is scheduled for One Fall and is The Finals of the 2022 WWFG Tournament!
You have two weeks to complete the match. (8th August 2022 - 22th August 2022)
Standard two day auto-hit rules apply.
Have fun!
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2022 8:09 am
The lights fade to black with a single spotlight down on the ring. A soft melody began to play out with several smaller lights, like stars, shining down from the floors, into the crowd, and onto the stage. The moon took shape not only on the titantron but also within the spotlight's shine. As the music continued on, the sound of someone or something bouncing could be heard. Not much longer, the strange smiley that has been called 'Moxcy' appeared on the titantron with the face tilting toward the moon before looking on toward the crowd. A high-pitch chuckle left the face before it disappeared. The chuckles would continue as a looping playback with the face popping up randomly among the stage, ramp, walls, and along the crowd. The sudden sound of glass breaking would see the face stop appearing with both moon's fractured. The fractures would spread and branch out before silence overtook the arena.
Dusk is coming But you’re just looking When the moon eclipses the sun It feels like I’m alone
The beginning of a song spoken in Korean, translated up on titantron, began to play out before things gone quiet again. Moxcy would appear back on screen with a hammer floating next to it. A swing and a shot at the moon to finish the breaking of the moon to reveal the oddity red and blue moon from the beginning of the Lunar's warning. With the shattering of the moon, the new theme of the Eclipse began to play out with a new light shining down and the appearance of the Lunar Eclipse on stage dawned in white and red.
The hypocrite of the dark makes a face Covering the red eyes I can feel the phantom behind me This pattern repeats like a nightmare Don’t go far from me I’ll try to break away from the terrible pain
No one can touch the dark side of the moon You’ll get to see it, the tightly shut door, yeah Ready set go, follow me, follow Dda dda dda dda dda dda dda (Eclipse)
White hair with red tips along, white long sleeve shirt with a red, sleeveless vest rather than the black and blue he normally wore. White cargos with a red sash tied along his waist and hanging off to the side to finish the look alongside white, fingerless gloves with red streaks along the back of the hand. The Eclipse stood in place with his hands off to the side and head tilting up to bathe in the light. Finally, he began his walk to the ring with Moxcy appearing on the ramp behind him, following with a 'bounce'. As the Eclipse walked along, the white 'stars' would turn red as he passed along. With his walk, one may be able to hear his mutters as he spoke of 'ideas' and 'plans' for the match. As he got to the ring, he would leap up to the apron and pause with his eyes locked down on the still fractured moon shining on the ring's surface. Moxcy would disappear as he gripped onto the third rope.
Moon, moon, what kind of moon? A Moonstar that will protect you Hiding across the moon A monster that will swallow the light Moon, moon, what kind of moon? A Moonstar that will protect you Swallow up the dark world, what
When the moon covers the sun The light is lost, the darkness falls I’ll be a star and shine on you Stepping on the darkness, light up light up light up I’ll save you with my light (Moon, moon, what kind of moon? A monster who will swallow everything up) When the moon covers the sun I’ll fill you with a bright light I’ll be a star and shine on you I’ll be a star and shine on you
As his paused lasted with the pre-chorus of the song, he would leap to the third rope and jump off with a landing to the center of the moon, a 'super hero landing' style that would finish the fracture of the moon and reveal the same oddity moon with Moxcy's face over it. Standing himself back up, he would face the crowd and camera with his hands extended out to the side and speaking out his promise of madness before taking his signature bow and the lights returning to normal. Standing himself up, he would remove the red sash from his waist and begin fiddling around with it with his hands, wrapping it between both wrists as his eyes focused on the entryway. Fixated with a smile, it seemed he was flowing with this Lunar Madness as he called it.
The lights flicker out as GBL gets situated in the ring, the pulsing panic of illumination stirring up the crowd before phone cameras and flashlights blinked on across the audience. All was silent for a second, those in attendance murmuring with anticipation all that could be heard until an almost orchestral choir could be heard chanting through the speakers. As their words grew louder, the lights on the stage grew brighter, gradually revealing about two dozen figures still too dark to see but being revealed more and more by the second.
"I can tell that you've never been true to me,"
"I can smell that you're acting so fearfully,"
"I can tell that you've never been true to me,"
"I can smell that you're acting so..."
As the record warps out and pops back on, the lights would begin to strobe, those on the stage shifting in time with the beat to form a line going down each side of the ramp while the chanting continued. The strangers were dressed in Peaky's fashion, men and women all dressed in slacks and button downs with vests and suspenders scattered around. Some carried canes, ornately carved with animal headed handles. Others wore bowler hats or paperboy-style caps. But all of them had masks, hewn from wood and painted to look fierce and intimidating, with feathers and beads adorning them here and there.
"I can tell that you've never been true to me,"
"I can smell that you're acting so fearfully,"
"I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear,"
"I can feel the alarm bells are ringing in me,"
"I can touch, but I know you don't feel a thing,"
"I can pray, but I know you commit a sin,"
"I can sense now, it's all become clear to see,"
"You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously!"
As the clapping rang out in time with the beat, a figure started to rise out from the smoky stage, broad-shouldered and bare chested. His head tilted down, his face was obstructed by a tribal mask of his own, his bronze body catching the light to reveal markings smeared with what looked like colored dust, charms and wards and spells of his kin, intended to bless him for the battle ahead.
Looking forward as his feet became level with the stage, the figure stared down the ramp and into the ring, focused on his prey. Hands taped up for war, his legs were adorned in black leather leading down to polished steel toed boots, fire erupting behind him to herald his arrival as a series of names flashed up on the screen...
THE SCOUNDREL KING THE GYPSY SAVAGE SALEM CROFT
Starting down the ramp as the beat cooled off at about the thirty second mark, Salem passed by his familiars who followed after him as he went by, getting up on the apron with the crowd behind him on the ringside floor. Spreading his arms out in a proud, defiant posture, Salem would fall back as the beat dropped again, landing into the upraised arms of his masked and dapper entourage!
As they proceeded to carry him around the ring and toss him to the beat, the fans cheered and clapped in rhythm with the music, excited for the long-awaited clash that was to come! Once his envoy had made it around the entire ringside, they'd toss him straight up to his feet back onto the apron's edge, Salem seemingly phasing right through the ropes as seamlessly as he stepped through them and strutted towards GBL, the houselights coming up completely now.
Slapping his chest with one hand, Croft pulled his frightening tribal mask away from his face with the other, revealing firm eyes and a sly smile. A cane was tossed in by one of his familiars, the head on it a fanged snake with the mouth opened up, the points of which Salem dragged in a line across the canvas separating the pair of men.
Gesturing with his empty hand as he did so, Salem drug his thumb across his throat as pops of pyro erupted from the ring posts, the Scoundrel King tossing the cane back to his now departing company. His music fading out, Salem walked backwards to the ropes, never taking his eyes off GBL as he waited for the bell with a shark's smile on his lips.
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2022 8:23 pm
The one that’s yet to win the big one comes out as a king while the one who’s done it all comes out with a made up Emoji? The irony of this was fantastic and had the Eclipse talking to no one over his shoulder. Granted the pop that was behind him did cause him to quiet down and turn to look while checking the back of his head for fire. Probably should had left the ring for a ‘kingly’ entrance. All he knew was the last king he fought? Was left knocked out. GBL had his agenda, though.
Turning back to face Salem, he would take a few steps forward with his sash still his hands for a moment. It didn’t take long for him to toss it to the side and begin eyeing the masks he saw of the familiars. He had fun ideas but chasing down one wouldn’t work. Instead, his focus went back to Salem. The bell would ring and the Eclipse would give a motion with both hands and leaning forward, pointing to his own head. “C’mon. Take your shot, King. The countdown begins!”
Salem smirked as the bell rung, the only people left being himself, his opponent, and the thousands of fans in attendance clamoring for battle after seeing such grand and bizarre entrances! Truly, their thirst for action was a sentiment shared by the two men, GBL signaling for Salem to begin the violent festivities with an open invitation to take a shot, raising the tension to palpable levels!
Taking a step over the invisible line he'd drawn earlier, the Gypsy Savage was toe to toe with the Lunar Eclipse now, his dark eyes almost black voids that drank in the light coming off GBL like the dark side of the moon! As the crowd roared in anticipation, Salem tilted his head a bit as though sizing his foe up before cocking a hand back to slap the man across the face, unafraid and undaunted by GBL's peculiarities, only interested in getting the fight and the crown he came for!
Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2022 10:19 am
The echoing slap that caused the Eclipse to turn his head from the impact, the familiar sting of pain, the sound reverberating in his ears, and the snickering that followed from the Lunar. His hands dropped to his side as he turned his head to face Salem once more, pointing down. "And it was you who crossed the line," he pointed out before reaching to grab the side of Salem's head and to begin releasing a volley of forearm shots.
Lunar wasn't taking Salem seriously yet, but he'd learn to, even as GBL snickered and continued talking some more. Just about the time Salem was going to tell him to shut up, he finally got to the point and grabbed at the Gypsy Savage, starting to strike him across the jaw with clubbing forearms!
Now THIS was more like it, enough Moon nonsense, let's get down to earth with some good ol' fashioned slobber-knocking! Weathering the blows, Salem gave GBL a moment before bursting with energy to shove the man back, licking blood almost gleefully from his bottom lip, spitting a wet mouthful onto the canvas at GBL's feet, chuckling and grabbing his crotch with one hand.
"Eclipse deez nuts." he teased defiantly back, shaking the crotch of his pants a bit before waving him back closer, smiling with bloodstained teeth. "My ol' man beat me harder than that."
Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2022 1:06 pm
Shoved back and finding himself against the ropes, he turned to see that blood was already drawn. Also had him checking his sleeve to see if he had already gone and stained the new white attire. Attention brought back to Salem with a ‘got’em’ joke that left little to none reaction. He wanted this dance? He’d deliver a dance.
A crook to his neck with two fingers raising and pointing to his own head, the manic smile without an explanation. After the pose, he would break from his place with a leap and a drop kick, aiming above the right knee of Salem. As these games began, the mind cranked out offensive tactics. He had a promise to fulfill.
Salem didn't intend to shy away from any contact, but he offered a bemused smile as GBL postured, doing his weird pose for a moment. And here, Salem thought HE had issues, but it seemed they were different colors of the same crazy cat. Maybe "The Copperhead" could have fun playing head games with a different kind of strange.
It was this thought that occupied Salem's mind as his opponent snapped into a low-aimed dropkick, cutting Croft's right leg out from under him and making him take a bump forward onto the canvas! Using his forearms and not his hands to catch himself in an almost push-up position, Salem felt the blunt throb in his thigh and chuckled bloody spittle onto the mat, part of him getting off on the pain as he stirred and worked to recover his vertical base!
Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2022 1:55 pm
The man dropped and the Eclipse rolling and up to a knee. The smile he held faded as the mind would run its gears and process the next step of plan. Back up to his feet, he would measure the target up before running back to the ropes to gain momentum and charge back looking for a shot to put away this King, favoring the thoughts of a shining wizard.
Starting to sit up, Salem knew instinctually that GBL was running the ropes, his Savage Senses tingling and telling him through each vibration from his brisk steps on the canvas! The crowd was a constant white noise around him, forcing Salem's ring awareness into high gear! Scouting 'The Eclipse's approach, the Scoundrel King would quickly kip back up to his feet and leap up, timing a dropkick of his own at the man's sternum on the rebound!
Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2022 2:45 pm
The king hath risen and the Eclipse hath fallen. For the time being, anyways. Left on his back from the surprise rising left him stunned but it wasn’t long before his laughter returned as he rolled to his side, an arm rubbing where he had been kicked. The pain.. the pain of battle within the ring was already an awakening thrill, but it was far for than a thrill under the moonlight. It was life, it was just substance. Sitting up on his knees, a hand extended as a gentleman offering a dance, a classic taunt of his. “It’s but the prelude, King. Where’s your first act?” More taunts with suppressed snickers.
Salem's steel-toes slam into GBL's ribcage, returning the favor from earlier as both men hit the canvas! The crowd popped, but as Salem listened he could only hear laughter, joining in from a place of his own madness as the pair sat back up and faced each other, almost like two friends at recess.
"Goddamn, you like to talk during the deed," Salem chuckled, finding himself momentarily in the rare mood to banter with someone he wholeheartedly intended to beat.
Standing up, it seemed as though the "Gypsy Savage" was snubbing GBL's offered hand, but instead "The Copperhead" returned the gesture, a rare attempt to grip GBL's hand and help him back to his feet in a show of sportsmanship!
Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2022 3:33 pm
A look of surprise and a bit of an ‘ooo’ as he hadn’t expected the hand return considering this moment of his was usually followed by an attempt at one’s consciousness, his deadly elbows. Instead, he’d take the hand and get himself up to the feet much to the road’s wonder of what was next. His free hand moved up and went back to his temple, pointing and turning the hand back and forth like he was screaming something in his own head.
“We’re all a lil mad here. Talking let’s it out, yet it plants something deeper. You sure you’re not gonna regret helping me up, King?”
Salem smirked and shook his head, looking back at the batty individual as he felt his own breed of insanity bubbling up inside him, bipolar and ADHD make a potent combination. Wagging a finger at The Eclipse, Salem playfully admonished him.
"Nah, mate...like I told Drako before last round, I've got no more regrets in me. But you're right about one thing... we're all a little MAD IN HERE, AREN'T WE?!"
These last words roared out of Salem proudly, the Gypsy Savage spreading his arms and gesturing to the crowd as he spoke to them, their roars of approval reciprocating his request! Pointing towards GBL, Salem continued to shout loud enough for the camera mics to pick his voice up.
"Because all these LUNAR-TICS here to see YOU, and these SALEMANIACS here to see ME, they ALL wanna see us get a little CRAZY!"
At Salem's boisterous proclamation, the crowd began chanting YES! at the two men, Salem making a horizontal chop through the air.
"So to Hell with good and bad! To Hell with right and wrong! Let's get ******** crazy!"
The crowd continued to chant in the affirmative, Salem stepping back up to GBL and smiling.
"The only act that matters right now is the act of VIOLENCE!" Salem hollered, extending his hand back to The Eclipse in a arm wrestler's posture, fans wild and on their feet!
