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PostSubject: Lucha Loco 07/10/2011   Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:24 am



Jim Jackson: "Good evening and welcome ladies and gents, the boycott here in ULOL has entered it's second week, so far we have a stale mate between the two sides..."

Brad Blood: "That's right Jim, those ungrateful boycotting fools should be punished for their actions. They have brought shame into this institution!"

Jim Jackson: "Wasn't that you? You're the one who got drunk during the Christmas party last year and streaked naked in the streets."

Brad Blood: "Hey! You said you'll never bring that up again!"

Jim Jackson: "Anyway, let's get this show rolling. LET THE LUNACY BEGIN!"






"Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse starts playing on the speakers as smoke rises from the floor. Out from the smoke the figure of Marcus Troy, the general manager of United League of Lunatics emerges. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp in his signature three piece Armani suit and a cigar between his lips. He grabs a mic with one hand and raises it up to his lips as he takes the cigar out with the other one. Loud booing is clearly heard from the crowd. Marcus Troy holds indifferently waits for the crowd to quiet down before speaking.

Marcus Troy: "It seems I have to make a change in the card tonight. Arnold "GoodFella" Bold has decided to join the boycott last week therefore in place of GoodFella & Schwarz fighting Getter Team is Rival & Taufik! Unfortunately for GoodFella & Schwarz, I already planned that whoever wins this match gets to face The DWMA in a title match this coming PPV."

Marcus Troy pauses as the crowd is silent still processing the announcement he just made.

Marcus Troy: "Now another thing, in an effort to make things more interesting, from now on we will be following a no non-title match rule from this day on. Whenever a current title holder fights the titles he carries will be put on the line. This is ULOL's effort to make the title scene more competitive."

The crowd this time is clearly surprised by the announcement.

Marcus Troy: "And the final announcement. Next week we shall be having two title matches for the vacated ULOL titles. Boy Bakla, Gina "The Wild" Sheridan and Lady Bianca de Sade will be battling in a triangle match for the ULOL Campeón No Masculino. While Musashi Kuruma and Yuki Monotomo shall be battling for the Correa Grande Del Oro!"

Marcus Troy finishes his announcement and exits as "Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse starts playing on the speakers again.






The reporter looks out once again at the seeming endless mass of humanity. They have come from all over the country, to take up every available bit of space, wherever they can stand or sit without getting in the way of an airplane. Everywhere he looks, he sees people toting signs, posters, flags and just about anything they can use to show their appreciation of the one they have all come to see.

He again gives his crew an exasperated glare. You would not see this spectacle at an other airport, anywhere else in the world. Except in this one place, where they have all come to wait.

They cheered ecstatically early on, when the Lockheed C-130 Hercules touched down, bringing in the man they have waited for.

They know it is him, because the plane's side has a picture of him making Shogun surrender.


Reporter: "People actually tried to crowd around that C-130 when it landed. Airport security had to keep pushing them back. There's a podium set up, for the guest of honor. A lot of controversy surrounding his title victory a few weeks ago. Word we've received is he'll discuss that today, now that's he back on home soil. And...we see him!"

Cries of ecstasy and joy almost drown the engines of a departing plane, as the newly minted Primo Ultimo gets to the podium. He waves to his countrymen, basking in their sounds of joy and rapture.

It is because they express their joy by screaming his name. He is the honored hero of their land, Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing.


Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: [Hello!]

His countrymen shout and raise their hands to greet him back.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: [One day I brought back to you the evil that caused us so much pain! Today, I bring you the rewards for nabbing him!]

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing points to the Hercules he arrived in.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: [In that plane is the first of many, many, many shipments of aid for our long-suffering people! Food! Medicine! Clothing! And not a single cookie-cutter McSatan's gimmick in sight! This is what we can expect from that man Marcus Troy!]

His countrymen cheer, though boos are also loudly heard.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: [It is strange to no longer call Marcus Troy a living drip of stinky dried turkey droppings! But this is a break our people need! We have suffered for too long from the ruination of war and other calamities! We needed more than to have our children beat up Marcus Troy every day! We needed more than to have our wrestling bears tenderize him into meat paste every week! Thanks to the skills of our negotiating team, Marcus Troy will now deliver to us aid! For a good many years! And he's not backing out of that!]

They cheer for him some more, though jeers can still be heard.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: [They made sure he will stick to our deal to continue bringing us help to rebuild! Our humble homeland has gone through so much! A cruel war with those deceitful Smurfs! The horror of that zombie! Shogun's cowardly pissantery! But now is our time to get up, and dust ourselves off, and recover!]

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing raises the Primo Ultimo belt, showing it off to his countrymen.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: [I do not say you should thank Marcus Troy for the planeloads of reparations he will bring us! I am not saying we let him off the hook, even as he tries to make up for his sins against us! I say we use these reparations to get back to what we once were as a people! Let's not waste this opportunity!]

The roar of the crowd washes over Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing, who taps his chest and points back at them, as trucks drive up to the C-130, ready to transfer the aid to those who need it the most.






The camera opens to show the parking lot. Screaming is heard but no one knows from where.

??: "Stop it, please stop!"

Suddenly a car comes flying past and slams into a wall. The woman exits crying but doesn't appear to be injured. Rupert B. Humperdink exits with a big smile on his face

Rupert B. Humperdink: "That was fun let's do it again!"

Woman: "NOOOOO!!!!"

Rupert looks sad

Woman: "You nearly killed us both. What is wrong with you?"

Rupert B. Humperdink: "My Mommy says that I am super doober special."

Rupert begins to jump up and down on the spot.

Rupert B. Humperdink: "DID I PASS, DID I PASS, DID I PASS?"

Woman: "Of course not, you knocked that man of a bike, nearly killed that old woman crossing the street, destroy so much property and crashed into a wall, nearly killing us and destroying the car."

Rupert has a tear rolling down his face.

Rupert B. Humperdink: "Meanie!!"

Rupert knocks the woman who now appears to be a driving instructor down, grabs his lunchbox from the car and runs away crying.

Woman: "Fucking retard."

The camera fades to black as the woman stand up






The scene started with Taufik training in the gym as he is working out for his future matches to make him stronger then ever. While he was carrying weights, a group of rich guys comes into the gym, and all dressed up to exercise, and one of the member's voice is familiar to Taufik as he immediately stops training and looks at the group of guys. The member of that group also notices him as he makes his way to Taufik and started speaking to him.

???: “Hey there Taufik how are you my man long time no see dud…”

Taufik choked him while the friends of the guy walks towards Taufik, Taufik gives a warning to them

Taufik: “You rich bastards don't come close to me or else YOU GUYS WILL GET IT!!! Well long time no see Ryan. I still remember the time that you pick on and beat me up in school while the others watch and laughed at ME!!! You think you're rich you can do what so fucking ever to anyone, and anytime you want! Then years later you just come talk to me like nothing happened? FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!! Get lost before I destroy this place and stain this place with your blood.”

Taufik drops Ryan down as Ryan is gasping for air and then he and his members run out of the gym while the rest of the gym members rejoices with the departure of Ryan and company. Taufik then stops his training and hit the showers. Once he has showered, he got out of there and goes to his chopper and rides off somewhere as the scene fades to black.




VS

VS

Jim Jackson: "Well, we'll be kicking things off tonight with a triangle match! Nothing like a three-way action to get the blood boiling."

Brad Blood: "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! So who are we going to see fight tonight?"

Jasmine Lee: "The following match is a triangle match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, John "Grey Skull" Johnson!"

"One" from Metallica blast trough the speakers Sparks are showering as John "Grey Skull" Johnson makes his way to the ring, wearing shorts. When he hits the ring the lightning hits the ring posts.

Jim Jackson: "John Johnson is looking for a win after a huge loss to William LaCroix in the PPV."

Brad Blood: "Grey Skull really needs this win Jim. I mean he has been on a downward spiral after his win against The Masked Man two months ago."

Jasmine Lee: "Introducing next, Rupert B. Humperdink!"

Raffi's "Banana Phone" plays as Rupert B. Humperdink comes running out to a thunderous reaction to the crowd who chant his name. He waves to the crowd. He jumps and skips down to the ring drowling, swinging about his scooby doo lunchbox. He skips around the ring a few times before attempting to get in the ring. He falls in and looks like he is about to cry. The ref helps him up and guides him to his corner. Rupert hugs the ref before sitting down and taking a biscuit out of his lunchbox.

Jim Jackson: "Rupert B. Humperdink was Allister King's last hire as general manager."

Brad Blood: "Looks like someone who went FULL RETARD! You never go full retard Jim."

Jasmine Lee: "Introducing last, The Masked Man!"

"My Apocalypse" by Arch Enemy starts playing around the arena as The Masked Man makes his way down to the ring.

Jim Jackson: "The Masked Man, until now he has stayed in mystery..."

Brad Blood: "So has his career Jim. Seriously... It's a mystery he still has a career, I mean how many losses has this guy had?"

Jasmine Lee: "The referee for this match is Jack B. Nimble. LET THE LUNACY BEGIN!"

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! All three wrestlers circle each other... Rupert B. Humperdink looks around confused! John Johnson decides he wants to take advantage of Humperdink's confusion! WAIT! Standing leg lariat by Rupert B. Humperdink on Grey Skull."

Brad Blood: "Oh man! Where did that come from? The Masked Man comes charging in. STIFF~! chop lights up Humperdink who covers up to try and stop the agonizing PAIN! I think Humperdink is crying!"

Jim Jackson: "It looks that way Brad. The Masked Man turns his attention to the bigger threat. The man that defeated him in a big upset two months ago. John "Grey Skull" Johnson."

Brad Blood: "Grey Skull blocks the suplex attempt and is able to hit the suplex instead! John Johnson hits a shitty missile dropkick on Masked. Seriously, how can you wobble in mid-air while doing a dropkick?!"

Jim Jackson: "John Johnson hits a stalling suplex on Humperdink. Hooks the leg"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."

Brad Blood: "Grey Skull fails to keep the retard down... He gests up... Right into The Masked Man's boot! The Masked Man lifts up Grey Skull on his shoulders... Ooh, this won't end well...."

Jim Jackson: " Powerbomb on Grey Skull. The Masked Man with his superior strength and power drives John Johnson's back right into the canvas! This is a good opportunity for a pin... And that's what The Masked Man does! He places a boot on Grey Skull's chest for a cocky pin."

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two..."

Brad Blood: "Grey Skull is out just before the three count. Masked walks into a drop toe hold by Grey Skull. Back heel kick from Grey Skull on Masked. Here comes Humperdink running around the ring like a headless chicken!"

Jim Jackson: "John Johnson looks pretty confused. The Masked Man regains consciousness! He takes advantage of Grey Skull's confusion and throws him to the ropes with an Irish whip! Ooh! Massive clothesline flips Grey Skull in the air!"

Brad Blood: "If The Masked Man showed that much power in all his matches, he wouldn't be in lower midcard limbo here in ULOL!"

Jim Jackson: "The Masked Man lifts John Johnson over his head... HE THROWS JOHN JOHNSON OVER THE TOP ROPE! The Masked Man goes out to the ring apron... Looks like he's going for a flying axe handle from the ring apron."

Brad Blood: "THE RETARD RUNS INTO THE MASKED MAN BUMPING HIM OFF THE APRON CRASHING TO THE GROUND BELOW! Humperdink looks at the two wrestlers outside..."

Jim Jackson: "Slingshot senton by Humperdink, crushing the chest cavity of Grey Skull! The Masked Man tries to get up... He crumples to his knee! Looks like he twisted his ankle when Humperdink bumped him off the apron!"

Brad Blood: "Bad break for The Masked Man... Grey Skull somehow manages to crawl back to the ring as the referee is counting to ten... Humperdink follows back leaving The Masked Man clutching his ankle outside!"

Jim Jackson: "Rupert B. Humperdink slams his opponent to the mat and waves his arms like a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man. Rupert B. Humperdink climbs up to the top turnbuckle as the crowd goes mad. He is about to do a moonsault but slips causing him to all make it half way. Rupert B. Humperdink tries to control himself by flapping his arms but is unsuccessful. Instead he falls helmet first straight into the opponent's genitals. Rupert gets up and runs about the ring laughing executing a Whoopsie Daisy!"

Brad Blood: "Grey Skull is foaming at the mouth while twitching on the canvas! The referee is examining him... I don't think he's gonna bear children anymore Jim..."

Jim Jackson: "Rupert B. Humperdink returns into the ring, he trips on his own shoelaces! He falls on top of Grey Skull pinning him down!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two! Three!"

Brad Blood: "Grey Skull lost to the retard!"

Jasmine Lee: "The winner of this match by pinfall, Rupert B. Humperdink "

Jim Jackson: "Rupert B. Humperdink with a big win here tonight!"

Brad Blood: "Dang! Who would have thought that Forrest would win?!"


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 07/10/2011   Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:25 am



The scene started with Taufik as he is walking into a bar as he has a tiring day doing nothing but training as he is now going to cool down and relax and enjoy some booze and self-reflection. He ordered a small basket of chicken wings and a mug of beer as he sits in his usual spot and waits for his order. While sitting down, he started having deep thoughts about what happen in these past few weeks before and after Keyboard Carnage but then Taufik has a memory flashback as where it comes a time where Taufik was still a nice and caring guy where he can control the rage he has unlike now. He was sitting on the same spot where he has set his eye upon a beautiful lady for quite awhile ever since he started going there. He always had been keeping his eyes on her as she makes his way to his table with the stuffs that he ordered. Once she reached to his table, they started talking.

???: “Here you go on mister. Here’s one small basket of chicken and a mug of coke. Do you need anything else?”

Taufik: “How about you? Well do you have time to spend some time with me?”

???: “Well sure they’re cute. I will be right back as my shift is up.”

The waitress then goes to the back and clocked out while Taufik indulged in the food. As he is about to finish his food, the waitress then comes backs and sits on the opposite direction of where Taufik is seating and Taufik ordered her some martini as they started talking.

Taufik: “Sorry that I didn’t ask your name. Why don't you introduce yourself?”

???: Hi, my name is Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny. I’m 19 this year and all I know I’ve been noticing that you were looking at me and I kind of like the attention I got from you. Enough bout me and now it's more about you. What are you doing for a living?

Taufik: “Well I’m Taufik and I’m now currently training to become a wrestler, and I’ve to say I love doing this cause it’s my passion and well yes I do have a crush on you…”

They keep on talking and started dating for quite awhile until an unfortunate event happened that took the life away from Jennifer as he was heading to Jennifer's funeral, Taufik went back to reality when the waitress passed Taufik the food and beer that he ordered. Taufik then indulged on the food where one of Ryan cronies saw him and got out unnoticed as Taufik finishes his food. Once he steps out of the bar, he saw Ryan with three other cronies with steel pipes in their hands as Ryan started to talk.

Ryan: “Hey asshole. You think you're a tough guy now eh? You think that with that body of yours makes me scared? Well you’re wrong Taufik. Do you forget who the hell I am? I know you don't so let me, and my friends, here are going to teach you a fucking lesson on respect and make sure you remember the name of Ryan.”

Taufik: “Oh Really? You bring three of your friends whom you’ve paid to come with you and do all the dirty work with you. Hey guys, how much did he pay you? You know what, forget about it and go home. It’s not going to be in your fucking way.”

Ryan then instruct them to attack Taufik but then Taufik make the first move and took down one of the men as they charged and brawl with Taufik. A few moment later, the three men are all down and out and left with Ryan alone and he run away from Taufik as he doesn't want any part of him. Taufik then got on to his bike and make his way back home as the scene fades to black.


Ray Kamaura's voice can be heard in the back.

Ray Kamaura: "Hey My APPLETINI!"


A smack is heard, followed by Alexander's voice.

Alexander Conway: "Don't interupt my TV!"

A camera cuts to the back where it appears Alexander and Ray are in the production truck watching a monitor. Alexander looks over at one of the workers.

Alexander Conway: "This channel sucks! Isn't there anything else on?"

The worker proceeds to explain that he has to show this footage, and that Ray and Alexander need to leave the truck.

Ray protests the workers words. He sits down in a chair to show his protest.

Ray Kamaura: "You can't kick us out. We are Champions."

The worker asks Ray and Alexander again to leave the truck.

Ray Kamaura: "Can't I at least edit in an explosion or something to make it interesting?"


Alexander nods at the explosion suggestion, but the worker tells them no.

Alexander Conway: "Well fine. We'll just draw random things onto the scene then. Don't worry, we're very artistic. This scene will be as priceless as the Mona Lisa!"

Alexander pauses for a moment.

Alexander Conway: "And by that, what I really mean, is that it will be a complete trainwreck, but at least it'll be more interesting!"

Again the worker tells them no, to which Alexander throws up his hands.

Alexander Conway: "Fine! This place sucks anyway! I ordered that chicken parmesan an hour ago and you guys still haven't made it! Talk about lackluster service!"

As Alexander distracted the worker Ray edited a picture of Taufik and set it to show during the clip.



Ray turns to Alexander to let him know he is done.


Alexander gives Ray a high-five before turning to leave the truck. As Ray exits, Alexander looks over at the worker.

Alexander Conway: "Hey overalls, here's a schematic for you, my ass!"

With that said, Alexander follows Ray out of the truck, leaving the worker to eventually realize what has happened during this time.





"Shut Me Up" by Mindless Self Indulgence erupts over the arena speakers. After a few moments Connoly walks out onto the stage, he is wearing a green plaid kilt, white t-shirt, and a long black leather coat. Connoly throws his arms out to his sides as fireworks go off behind him. Connoly grins widely and then makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring. The crowd is a mix of boo's and cheer's, Connoly does not even wait for the crowd to quite down.

Connoly: "You know I don't get this federation at all. One week I'm in a match were all the participants have clubs with rocks, papers, and scissors attached to them, another week my daughter accidentally shoots another wrestler with a gun that was under the ring, then last week my match ends with a double DQ because we use a steel chair. "Well that's because that wasn't a no DQ match"

Connoly says in a mocking voice.

Connoly: "Either this is a hardcore federation, or a regular wrestling federation, you can't have both. I don't care which one it is, but pick a side.
"Then we have this boycott, half of the rooster is sitting outside the arena on their arses doing nothing. Except one of the boy cotters is in an unsanctioned match that is being aired on..., ULOL. Then another boy cotter comes out here and does one of his long winded blab fests that will be aired on...., ULOL. Hey morons, you're still on the show, your just not getting paid, you're still drawing your fans because your still appearing on the show. WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU ACCOMPLISHING!?"
"Then we have Marcus Troy, I thought he was supposed to be some bad ass you don't mess with unless you want your life to be hell. Well I attacked the son of a bitch last week, and nothing happened. I came out of retirement because I was tired of sitting around doing nothing. I come here and I have like three weeks in between matches, I may as well stayed on the damn couch. I came here for a challenge, I came here to fight."


Connoly suddenly rolls out of the ring, he walks over to the time keeper and pulls him out of his chair. Connoly drags the time keeper over to the announce table and throws him against it.

Jim Jackson: "What the hell are you doing!?"

Connoly kicks the time keeper in the stomach, the time keeper doubles over in pain. Connoly then grabs the timekeeper, puts his head between his legs, and lifts him onto his shoulders.

Brad Blood: "We should probably step back."

Connoly then power bombs the time keeper through the announce table.


Jim Jackson: "Have you lost your mind!?"

Connoly picks a mic off the floor.

Connoly: "Shut-up Jim. Oh man Troy, that looks like a lot of expensive equipment I just broke, just call me Mr. Butterfingers."

Connoly then kicks the time keeper in the side of the head.

Connoly: "Ooops, well, there's a workman's comp claim, that's probably expensive. OH wait, that camera looks expensive."

Connoly nails one of the many camera men with a Bloody Sunday, the camera man crumples to the ground. Connoly then picks up the camera and slams it against the steel ring steps.

Connoly: "Come on Troy, send out your security guards, send out some of your newly recruited goons!"

Connoly looks up at the ramp and waits a few minutes. Connoly then gets a look of disgust on his face and hurls the mic. The mic flies into the crowd and hits a fan in the head with an audible thud. Connoly then kicks over the steel ring steps before storming back up the ramp and disappears backstage.






Ryoma is once again in the training room, but this time he isn't using any of the equipment. Instead, he seems to be sulking on a bench, obviously a little dejected at the results of the previous match. Leaning against the wall next to him is Hayato, who waits patiently for Ryoma to finish his rambling.

Ryoma Ichimonji: "God damn vegetables, Hayato. You told me we'd have tables, ladders, and chairs to smash people up with. Then they go and change the rules, right there, right when I'm at my happiest. We had a food fight, Hayato! A god damn food fight, instead of the brawl I went in there expecting. And now we've gotta fight some scumsucking wimps with stupid names. 'Taufik'? 'Jim Rival'? Where the hell is Hero? You can't have a Rival without a Hero. One with a manly first name, like Boss or Dan or maybe Chris."

Ryoma stops for a moment, looking as if he's trying to recall something. When he can't, he gives up and continues talking.

Ryoma Ichimonji: "And that Taufik guy. What the hell is 'Taufik'? Stupid name, sounds like toffee. He's probably all sweet and sugary, like candy. You know what, Hayato? I'm gonna call him 'Candy-Ass' from now on. It's better than 'Taufik', and anyone who has a stupid name like that in the first place probably isn't a real man anyway."

Ryoma looks up at Hayato, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

Ryoma Ichimonji: "I can hear my dad now, Hayato. I can hear him, and he's saying, "Ryoma, boy, you make me ashamed to call you my son. You dare call yourself the product of my loins? You have brought nothing but shame to the family name. Ryoma, you are a failure." And you know, Hayato, I think he's right. How can I call myself anything but a failure with so many humiliating defeats? And a god damn food fight..."


Hayato's heard enough. He can't take any more of Ryoma's bellyaching. Grabbing Ryoma by his collar, Hayato hauls him up to eye level and lands a hard punch to his cheek.

Hayato Tachibana: "Ryoma, you're not acting like yourself. If this were some sort of story, I'd even say you were out of character. We haven't even been here more than a few weeks, so why are you already whining about your father's disapproval? Dammit, Ryoma, I know you're tougher than this. Snap out of it! Get your act together! Don't let one bad match get you down, especially not like this! You're not some wimpy schoolkid being forced by your uncaring father into something you don't want to do. You are Ryoma Ichimonji of the proud Ichimonji family! If you can't pull yourself together by the time our next match against Taufik and Rival comes around, then you might as well slit your belly open right now, because you're only going to shame yourself further."

Hayato lets go of Ryoma's collar and sits down on the bench, rubbing one of his temples.

Hayato Tachibana: "My apologies, Ryoma. I couldn't take it anymore, and got a little carried away. I know we've been losing more than winning, but that's still nothing to get this depressed over. You said you were a sporting man, that you came here because you were interested in fighting people on the same level as you. You should have known that you would have to take a few blows to your pride for it."


Ryoma looks stunned by Hayato's sudden outburst. He certainly wasn't expecting it, and as he touches the quickly-darkening bruise on his face, he sits back down.

Ryoma Ichimonji: "You know, Hayato, of all the things I could see you doing, that wasn't one of them. Thanks, though, I guess. You're right, I'm overreacting way too much. So what if we lost a couple matches and had a food fight instead of a proper brawl? We still busted open that Kamaura guy with lettuce, and that was damn funny. Now that I think about it, that was actually kind of fun. Throwing all that produce around, you know? I haven't been soaked in that much red since that time I pulverized those Yakuza goons."

Ryoma turns to face Hayato, regaining his usual 'slasher smile'.

Ryoma Ichimonji: "And I guess if they're here, Taufik and Rival have to at least have some kind of strength hidden behind their stupid names. I'm actually starting to look forward to this match, now. Sure, it ain't a hardcore match with chairs and ladders and stuff like that, but it's wrestling. Wrestling with powerbombs and enzuigiris and chokeholds and...alright! Now I'm all hyped up again! Man, I can't wait to pound their stupid little faces in! Oh, by the way."

Ryoma lashes out with a fist, far too quickly for Hayato to react, connecting with the smaller man's jaw hard enough to send him flying off the bench.

Ryoma Ichimonji: "That's for punching me, Hayato. You know that Bible verse, 'do to others what you want them to do to you'? Take that to heart."

When he gets no response, Ryoma gets up and walks over to inspect Hayato's prone body on the floor. Several teeth are strewn around him, and a small puddle has formed from the blood dripping from his mouth. He's out cold.

Ryoma Ichimonji: "Hayato? Hey, Hayato! Aw, shit..."




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The scene opens to Jim Rival sitting in the locker room, sitting in a forward yet relaxed position as a cigarette was gripped between the fingers of his left hand. He took a moment to bring it up to his lips and give a deep inhale of the smoke, looking over to Taufik and exhaling the smoke a moment later while we was speaking his words. The smoke came from his mouth like a small fog.

Jim Rival: "Tonight, we have our chance at something we both deserve. All we have to do is to purge the wicked that stand before us in the ring tonight and later at the next big stage smite down the so called champions and claim the what is to be the first of many titles that were made for us."

Jim gave a small huff at the end of his statement, getting rid of any other smoke that happened to be in his lungs still after speaking what he felt was needed to be said.

Jim Rival: "So what do you think Taufik, and please. Please refrain from your usual harsh language. The light does not completely approve of such words."

He sat there waiting for a response from his tag team partner, taking the time to give another drag from his cigarette before calming extinguishing it into the palm of his hand. The only reaction was the clenching of his fist around the burning embers and a small twitch in his eye.


Taufik: "You wanna know something? Arnold is afraid of us. He and his partner boycotted the ULOL is actually the smartest thing that they have ever done. But... IT WON'T DO A FUCKING THING AS I WANT TO GET MY HANDS ON HIM!!! Since Alexander Conway is facing TMOM in a non-sanction street fight. I would like to challenge Arnold and his little faggot friend, FELIX. to a non sanction fight as well. You name the place and we will be there. As for tonight's Gutter Team. You guys are going to get an all expense trip to a beating within an inch of your live island. Where everywhere will be hell for you from the bell ring till the ref counted your puny shoulder down for the Fucking three count. When that's over, the Genesis will start to move on to tag team glory while waiting on those bastard to show up!!!"

Taufik then started throwing stuffs around as Jim Rival step in front of the camera to avoid getting hit with stuffs that Taufik is throwing around.


Gave a heavy sigh as he motioned to the camera man to make way to the door before looking back to Taufik. Watching him thrash about he finally speaks up to get Taufik to calm himself.

Jim Rival: "Enough, you are acting like a barbaric idiot like the rest of them. Myself as well as you are are above this. We will get to them eventually on our terms but none of this non sanctioned garbage. Fights like that are for those who are savages. For now we have work to do."

Jim began to walk to the door as he removed a cigarette case and flipped it open, pulling out a single 'stoke' and lighting it between his lips with a zippo marked with his signature cross labeled upon it.

Jim Rival: "The best way to humiliate someone is doing so in an honorable manner, in the ring infront of the millions of these so called fans that cheer for them. We will shatter their faith, waiver their hope and crush their dreams right before their very eyes."

Jim gave a small chuckle as he looked over his shoulder to Taufik with a smile on his face as the cigarette burned slowly between his lips.

Jim Rival: "Besides, I need to speak to Troy about his Raven girl and stripping her of the titles. Perhaps she can get them back some way. I will explain the details another time."


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 07/10/2011   Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:25 am



"Hybird Stigmata-the Apostasy" by Dimmu Borgir hits the speakers suddenly as the lights in the arena begin flashing on and off. As soon as the first lyric is screamed Shogun bursts out from the hind the curtain to the roar of cheers mixed in with boos. The Demonic wrestler has the same golden belt around his waist that he did last week however this week there is emotion on his face, anger. When he makes it down the ramp Shogun quickly rolls into the ring and takes a mic out of the ring announcer`s hand, moving it to his lips to speak.

Shogun: "I`m pretty sure every person in this arena is asking the same questions. "Shogun! Why did you come out and give up your rematch clause for the boycott!?!"! "Shogun! Why do you have a belt around your waist! Q beat you for the world title Shogun!"! "Shogun! What ever happened to the man who came out every week with the intent to entertain? Why do you resent the fans who loved you?"!

Shogun looks out at the people in the crowd after asking these questions for just a moment.

Shogun: "Tonight I have come out here in front of you all to get these questions answered. You wanna know why I joined the boycott and threw my rematch clause away?... Because the world championship around Q`s waist is now a prop, it`s garbage!"

The crowd instantly begins booing.

Shogun: "Wait wait wait! Before you all start the tweeting and emailing about Shogun`s sour grapes let me talk for just a moment!"

Shogun: "I have done a number of things that I am not proud of these last few months...I realized that just two weeks ago when Marcus Troy screwed me out of my second Primo Ultimo championship reign. When Q, a man who many of you thought was a man of character, deciding to make a deal with the Devil."

Shogun: "The belt around my waist represent a real WRESTLING title. A title that only a WRESTLER can win. Now some phony wannabe who needed the help of a man who enjoys having things rammed up his ass! Last week I came out here into this ring to tell you all about the soul searching I have been doing. Then I saw that crap Q was spewing on that stupid talk show."

Shogun: "When I saw that it told me two things. One, Q is obviously now here to wrestle me and two, He is just as big of an asshole as I was. You see I have been making huge mistakes as a man. I spat on my fans. I spat on old friends. I spat in the face of wrestling. I came out here and said what I was thinking at the time. I thought I was taking my life into my own two hands and running with it!"

Shogun looks out into the crowd as if pleading for them to understand.

Shogun: "I know that not a single person in this arena trusts me and I understand that. However to my comrades in the boycott, I will earn your trust. Tonight is the night that Shogun takes his life back! Tonight is the night that Shogun the WRESTLER comes back!"

Shogun: "However...before I go to the back to face the people I hurt I`ll have to prove why Q`s title is bullshit. Hell Q did not come out here and take advantage of a man who was tired from battle! I watched the footage seventeen times over. I discovered this, play the video!"

Shogun point up to the big screen where a video of what looks like Q slapping Shogun around the ring plays.

Shogun: "Take a good look at Q in the replay. Now take a look at Q in a match a few weeks earlier!"

A new video plays, showing Q dazzling the crowd with his acrobatic moves as usual.

Shogun: "Notice how much bigger the Q who slapped me around was. The Primo Ultimo champion Q is a fraud! He is a phony and a fake. That video proves that Marcus Troy hired a fake Q to take my title away from me!"

Shogun look directly into the camera now.

Shogun: "You wanted my attention Q. Well now you have it! I DARE you to come out here and take me on in a match. I could care less if it is for that prop you carry around or now. I just want to take that stupid mask you wear and make it a permanent facial feature by pounding it into your skull!"

Shogun: "You got the wrong kind of attention Q! Fuck the theatrics. I am here to wrestle! I will fight tooth and nail to take this company back from you and Troy! I PROMISE you that when we step into the ring to do battle again, I will not only come out the winner but I will beat you into an inch of your life. I will make sure every one of Troy`s stooges understands what they got themselves into by selling out like the COWARDS they are!"

Shogun: "I spoke my piece to you all. From now on I am the Shogun you all remember. The same Shogun who used to wrestle. Instead of hating you all I embrace you. I just hope that the time will come for you all to embrace me again..

Shogun: "And Troy? Congratulations on making the biggest mistake of your entire life."

With that Shogun drops the mic and walks out of the arena to the mixed reactions of the stunned crowd.


The lights go out and a laser show starts when "Corroded Dreams" by Ride The Sky starts blast in the arena. After 25 seconds Ray Kamaura walks slowly to the start of the ramp. He lifts a mic to his lips.

Ray Kamaura: "STOP MONOLOGING!"

Ray drops the the mic and walks out of the arena.


To everyone's continued surprise, nu-metal music begins to play.

The fans react instantly, hastily getting to their feet as confetti and balloons pour from above. Their reaction nearly blows the roof off the building as the new Primo Ultimo Champion steps out.

He is none other than the gilded grappler of the wrestling ring. The icon of wrestling known as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing.

He is accompanied, as always, by the legion of reporters that cover his every move. They squeeze their way past Ray Kamaura, as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing heads down to the ring.

The masked man stops to stare briefly at Ray Kamaura.


Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: [I do not know why they call you NO BALLS Kamaura! I see at least one marble down there! Unless that is a very big wart!]

The reporters following the masked man quickly train their cameras on Ray Kamaura. Close-ups of his groin are broadcast all over the world, even as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing continues on to the ring, where he greets the fans present.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Hello, my legions of loving fans!"

He listens to their response, slightly nodding as a sign of acknowledgement.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I heard a coward of a cookie-cutter demon hamster worshipper crying in misery! I wanted to give him this, to help ease his discomfort!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing raises an item for everyone to see.



Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I heard he was actually out here just a moment ago, daring ME for a fight! I am taking the time from my busy schedule to tell Shogun, that I am HERE!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing looks around. He peers over the ropes, turns to look over Jasmine Lee's shoulder, looks deep into the crowd to see if Shogun is around.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I see he is not here! But that is to be expected, for Shogun only comes in one flavor! Chicken!"

The masked man looks around, noting that there's a good number of signs about Marcus Troy and the boycott.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I have been traveling nonstop since becoming the Primo Ultimo Champion! To be a champion is to be very busy! But I have kept in touch with the discontent happening here! To boycott the ULOL and Marcus Troy! I wish your boycott would bring a warm and fuzzy feeling to my heart! But it's not there!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing shakes his head, as he tosses Shogun's sanitary napkin aside.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Five months ago, Marcus Troy mistreated my people with his bigotry! And on his orders, they were turned into crunchy snacks! How many of those who want a boycott actually stood by me and my people back then, when all that tragedy happened!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing lets that question linger for a moment.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "The UJJ was padding his championship record by letting someone else do most of the work! Shogun was out to prove he was a worse monster that someone who did a mass murder and buffet raid! The Good Fella, the Schwarz, and Taufik were getting ready for a brotherhood of evil team-up with that zombie! You can boycott the ULOL all you want! You're five months too late!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing unstraps the ULOL Primo Ultimo championship from his waist, dangling it in front of him for everyone to see.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "We've buried our dead! We're now working to get back to our lives! Your late boycott does not change that! And to be clear, I did not ask, beg, threaten or bribe for a shot at this title! But it happened! And Shogun can now say with pride that he has the shortest Primo Ultimo title reign in the history of all generic gimmicks everywhere!"

The masked man walks to each corner of the ring, showing off the championship.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "This belt can be had by anyone who wants to have a go at it! Even if your boycott is five months too late! So if Shogun wants it, please try! Just one condition!"

The camera does a close-up of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing and the title.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "You lose! Your name! Is mine!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing momentarily poses with the belt, as the journalists gather around him to take their pictures. He then steps out, returning to the locker room, with the media in tow.


The masked man known throughout the world as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing pauses in his celebration walk up the aisle. He checks who is reading this, then snorts.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Hark! I sense the smelly stink of the BTWE Junior Varsity Hall of Famer! He must be reading this as I speak this moment! I don't expect you to actually answer to anything I say! Go on and hide! Like you always have! I will understand! I will ask one of the good staff here to send you a fresh batch of sanitary napkins! When they can find you!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing walks on, slapping a few of the fans' hands as he continues onward.




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Jim Jackson: “This is a match I’ve been looking forward to! Two new and very impressive teams are going to be out here mixing it up tag team style!”

Brad Blood: “Meh it’s going to be ok! I was looking forward to Schwarz and Goodfella fighting tonight!”

Jim Jackson: “As you know Brad they've joined this boycott against Q and Marcus Troy so the team of Taufik and Jim Rival was chosen as a replacement!! But Brad! This one is going to be good! Believe me!”

Jasmine Lee: “This next match is a Tag Team matchup! Introducing first, Ryoma Ichimonji and Hayato Tachibana, The Getter Team!!!”

Ryoma and Hayato walk out onto the stage as footage from a Japanese anime is shown on the Titantron, and Ima ga Sono Toki da by Ichiro Mizuki plays. Fireworks erupt from the edges of the stage, which Hayato uses to light a cigarette while Ryoma adjusts his gloves, grinning creepily as he looks around the arena. Their trip down the ramp is less flashy, with Ryoma running toward the ring and jumping right in while Hayato walks slowly enough to enjoy his smoke before joining his partner. Once in the ring, he puts out the cigarette on the turnbuckle as usual, while Ryoma can barely keep himself still with all the adrenaline running through him.

Jim Jackson: “These two both impressive wrestlers in ULOL! Both could go very far in this company should they put their heads to it.”

Jasmine Lee: “And their opponent. He is one half of Genesis, Taufik!!”

Brad Blood: “And Taufik staying outside the ring, waiting for his Tag Team partner to come out here first before he enters!”

"Me Against The World" By Simple Plan started playing as Taufik walks out and pryos started to come out as he makes his way to the ring with his trusty Singapore Cane. When he reaches the ring, he raises his Singapore Cane as another set of pryos come out before he waits for his victim.

Jasmine Lee: “And his partner, the other half of Genesis, Jim Rival!”

'Stress' by Justice erupts throughout the arena as Jim makes his way to the ring at a slow pace. A black background with only the golden outline of a cross leaning back is all that appears on the titantron, occasionally flickering in an almost violent fashion. As Jim finally makes it to the ring he takes off his button down shirt, placing the black armband bearing the same cross back over his left arm before entering the ring.

Jim Jackson: “Both teams out here now as Taufik now in the ring as Rival makes his way around to the steel steps.”

Brad Blood: “These guys do look pretty fired up for this one tonight! Obviously a chance to increase their chances of a shot at the tag titles!”

Jim Jackson: “Winning the match here tonight keeps their momentum running! The two teams now in their respective corners, as they decide who kicks this match off!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato exits the ring and stands on the apron on the corner nearest to us. While Taufik convinces Jim Rival that he should start this one with Ryoma Ichimonji!”

Jim Jackson: “Taufik watching Ryoma carefully! I suppose scoping him out. Trying to work him out! Both teams have seen many videos of each other in matches! Hoping to outthink the other in order to avoid counters and know each other’s favoured moves, so that they may get the victory!”

Jasmine Lee: “The referee for this matchup, Jack B. Nimble!”

Brad Blood: “Jack coming back after suffering a bite from Zombie almost a week ago! He told me that he doesn’t plan on refereeing another match with Zombie in it! He almost hit me when I laughed and said that it wasn’t up to him but to the big wigs of the company!!”

Jim Jackson: “Is that why he’s giving you a dirty look?”

Brad Blood: “DO YOUR JOB YOU IDIOT!! OH WOW! THAT’S REALLY PROFESSIONAL ISN’T IT!!”

Jim Jackson: “Sit down Brad!”

Brad Blood: “You see that? The bastard swore at me!”

Jim Jackson: “Let’s cut that language shall we? And let’s get on with the match, as Nimble finally gets this match underway! Ryoma Ichimonji gets stuck in as he tangles it up with Taufik! And Taufik manages to power his way into control as he manages to hold Ryoma in a headlock!”

Brad Blood: “Ryoma manages to force his way out as he pulls Taufik’s arms away and plants a boot to the midsection of Taufik. Taufik doubled down now. Ryoma backs onto the ropes behind him, bounds off the ropes and using his boot again to kick Taufik to the head. Taufik on the canvas now, trying to shake away the stars floating around his head.”

Jim Jackson: “Ryoma bringing the downed Taufik to his feet and slams him with a nice suplex! Taufik quickly trying to get to his feet! The pain to his back must’ve brushed away those stars after he took that boot to the head! Taufik up now but Ryoma Ichimonji fires a right hand and smoothly flows into an irish whip, throwing Taufik to the turnbuckle!”

Brad Blood: “Ryoma has a quick little prayer and runs towards Taufik! But Taufik greets him with a boot to counter! Ryoma staggering back away from Taufik holding his face! I think Ryoma tasted leather after that one!”

Jim Jackson: “That prayer is what martial artists do Brad before they fight.”

Brad Blood: “I know that! Taufik seemingly still trying to shake the fuzziness from his head. But carries on anyway as he greets the still stunned Ryoma with a right hand of his own.”

Jim Jackson: “Taufik with Ryoma in a bad place! Taufik plants Ryoma with a pildriver!! Taufik slowly gets back to his feet and decides he needs time to rest as he tags in his partner Jim Rival!!!”

Brad Blood: “Rival now getting straight to work on Ryoma with a load of stomps! Rival is pumped up as he goes over to the waiting Hayato Tachibana and hits him with a European uppercut! That sends Hayato flying off the ring apron and down to the floor outside of the ring!”

Jim Jackson: “Jim Rival looking very impressive since coming back to ULOL! Coming back after a rather harrowing experience during his rehabilitation to get over his habit of drinking excessively! This has led to the man that we see here today! Rival now bringing the grounded Ryoma’s knee up and slams it back down to the canvas with some force!!”

Brad Blood: “Ryoma quickly rolls away and exits the ring after that attack and Hayato joins him to check if his tag partner is ok! Both men conversing with each other as they seem to be talking over some tactics!”

Jack B. Nimble: “One!”

Brad Blood: “Wait a minute!!! Jim Rival just launched himself over the ropes and lands on The Getter Team with that huge crossbody!!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Two!!”

Jim Jackson: “Rival back to his feet after that amazing bit of highflying and drags Ryoma by his hair over to the ring apron!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Three!”

Jim Jackson: “Rival drags Ryoma back into the ring and leaves Ryoma’s head hanging outside the ring! Rival violently brings an elbow down over Ryoma’s head!!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Four!!”

Brad Blood: “Ryoma recoiling in pain! Rival looking to enter the ring again but Hayato back to his feet and stops Rival from re-entering as Hayato pulls him off that ring apron.”

Jim Jackson: “The referee not happy with that and tells Hayato to back away and so he does! Hayato back on the ring apron with Ryoma still on the canvas! If he wants to make a tag now would be the time to do it!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Five!!”

Brad Blood: “Despite the referee not approving of the illegal attack he still continues the count! Rival slowly getting his feet! Well before the attack from Hayato the team of Taufik and Jim Rival has been pretty much dominant in this one so far!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Six!!”

Jim Jackson: “Jim Rival eventually manages to find his way back into the ring! Ryoma Ichimonji waits for him and DDT’s Rival into the canvas!! Ryoma deciding to bring his partner into this match for the first time as he gets the tag!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato Tachibana enters the ring as the legal man! Rival uses the ropes to get to his feet. Hayato capitalizes on it and grapples with Rival! Hayato with the advantage gets in position for an implant DDT! And a huge impact from that move!”

Jim Jackson: “Hayato with the pin!!”

Jack B. Nimble: “One! Two!”

Jim Jackson: “Only a two count from the first pin attempt of the match! Could have been three considering the damage Rival has taken. Hayato now going to the top turnbuckle! This man knows about moves like these as he goes high risk! Rival now getting to his feet! Hayato now in deep thought as he has to change his plan!”

Brad Blood: “It looked like Hayato did want Rival on the canvas! But as you said Hayato now having to change his plan as Rival gets to his feet! Hayato now about to fly as Rival turns to face him but Rival quickly hits the ropes!! Hayato now seated on the turnbuckle after Rival moved the ropes out from under Hayato’s feet! Landed pretty awkwardly down on the turnbuckle! Those nuts must be hurting like crazy!”

Jim Jackson: “Rival now on the turnbuckle with Hayato!! I think he’s going high risk too Brad!”

Brad Blood: “I think it’ll be something completely different from what Hayato was planning though!”

Jim Jackson: “I think your right Brad! Both men now on that top rope. Rival in position for a suplex!”

Brad Blood: “Going for a superplex!! And the ring shakes as both men hit the canvas from that suplex off the top of that turnbuckle!!! The impact seems to have affected both men!”

Jim Jackson: “Well such a move from such a high position is bound to affect both wrestlers!”

Jack B. Nimble: “One!”

Jim Jackson: “Nimble now starting the count to ten! If either of these wrestlers are not up by the time the referee gets to ten then they will lose the match! Both of these guys now starting to stir!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Two!”

Brad Blood: “Taufik wanting the tag!”

Jim Jackson: “Ryoma wanting in as well! Obviously the two legal guys are hurting right now and both needing the tag more than wanting it!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Three!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato making his way to his feet! And Rival dragging himself along the canvas, getting closer to Taufik!”

Jack B. Nimble: “Four!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato now on his feet trying to shake his vision back to normal. And he gets the tag!! Here comes Ryoma Ichimonji!!”

Jim Jackson: “And here comes Taufik! Rival got the tag as well! Both men quickly entering the ring and exchanging right hands! Back and forth, back and forth! Ryoma now with the upper hand! Continuing his attack as those fists hit their target again and again!”

Brad Blood: “Ryoma now slams Taufik to the canvas with a nice fallaway slam! Shoulders are down!”

Jack B. Nimble: “One! Two!”

Brad Blood: “Taufik kicks out at two! He’s going to have to work on him a bit more than that!”

Jim Jackson: “Ryoma Ichimonji with Taufik now in his own corner! And he tags Hayato into this match! Looks like we’re about to see some double teaming for the first time! Ryoma lifts Taufik onto his shoulders! Taufik trying to fight back with rights to Ryoma’s head!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato now already on the turnbuckle and... DROPS TAUFIK WITH THAT DROPKICK OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! AND AS HE DID SO RYOMA FALLS DOWN AND SLAMS TAUFIK’S BACK TO THE CANVAS!! THAT MUST’VE BEEN ONE BIG SANDWICH OF PAIN!!”

Jim Jackson: “As we look to a replay! A sandwich of pain was exactly what it was! First a powerful dropkick to the face and then being thrown backwards onto the ring floor almost at the same time! Rival with a worried look on his face after that huge double team!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato Tachibana has Taufik’s shoulders down! That’s gotta be it!”

Jack B. Nimble: “One! Two! Th....”

Jim Jackson: “And Jim Rival enters the ring to break up the count just in the nick of time!”

Brad Blood: “Ohh man! This would’ve been over had that been a fraction too late!”

Jim Jackson: “The referee ordering Rival to vacate the ring! And Rival exits the ring and stands on the ring apron once again!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato not happy with that but he continues on now. Bringing Taufik back to The Getter Team corner of the ring! And Ryoma showing the referee he’s keeping away by putting his hands in the air. This tactic is used in almost every tag match you see nowadays! Cutting off the legal wrestler from his tag partner!”

Jim Jackson: “Putting him as far away from his friend as is possible! Hayato continuing his attack on Taufik with chops to the chest!! Those hands slapping the chest of Taufik! The slaps echo around the arena as everyone in this place feels the pain as it happens!”

Brad Blood: “Hayato now walking away to taunt Jim Rival! Rival is getting riled up and trying to enter the ring but the referee is stopping him from advancing any further!”

Jim Jackson: “While the referee is distracted Ryoma is firing punches to the legal man, Taufik, who is still in that corner!! Ryoma getting a load of cheapshots as Rival continues to try and enter! Simply to help his partner though instead of going after Tachibana!”

Brad Blood: “I’ve never understood why wrestlers always do that! Whenever they do, they’re just giving the opponents more time to work on your partner! The best thing to do is absolutely nothing!”

Jim Jackson: “You mean that way the referee won’t be distracted? So therefore it’ll stop?”

Brad Blood: “Exactly! And it worked see? Rival stopped and so did Ryoma!”

Jim Jackson: “As the referee manages to restore order, Hayato tags in Ryoma once again!”

Brad Blood: “And Hayato now on the outside in front of us! Ryoma Ichimonji now the legal man once again! Taufik dazed as Ryoma looks to Hayato on the outside! Ryoma Ichimonji throws Taufik to the ropes! Taufik bounces back and Ryoma violently plants a lariat on Taufik performing his finisher Getter Beam! Taufik must be out after that!”

Jim Jackson: “Rival getting ready to enter the ring! But Hayato pulls him off the ring apron from behind!!!!!”

Brad Blood: “Ryoma Ichimonji has Taufik flat on the canvas!! Shoulders are down!!”

Jack B. Nimble: “One! Two!! Three!!!”

Jasmine Lee: “The winners of this matchup, The Getter Team!!!!”

Jim Jackson: “Rival managed to fight back against Hayato enough to re-enter the ring but just wasn’t fast enough to break up the count! And Jim Rival stomping a mudhole onto Ryoma Ichimonji! This match is over but I don’t think Jim Rival is finished! Ryoma rolls out of the way and exits the ring!”

Brad Blood: “Jim Rival is not happy with that result! But it’s too little too late now as The Getter Team celebrate their victory together!”

Jim Jackson: “This is just a small part of our tag teams here in ULOL! There are such a high number of tag teams in this company, which I’m sure we’ll be seeing more great matches like the one we just seen!”

Brad Blood: “Rival checking on Taufik as the wounded wrestler slowly comes around!”

Jim Jackson: “The Getter Team still celebrating out here! Who knows where this match will take these two wrestlers? Maybe the next stop is the DWMA and tag title glory?”

Brad Blood: “They certainly seem up for it Jim!”

Jim Jackson: “They do indeed! Maybe only they have what it takes! We’ll just have to wait and find out another time! We’ll be right back after this folks!!!”






Ray Kamaura is seen sleeping in his locker room.

Ray Kamaura: "... ... ... I HAVE TO PEE!"

Ray jumps up and runs to the bathroom. The scene fades to black.






The scene opens with Brostar entering Marcus Troy's office, he seem very angry as he proceeds to walk up to Troy and speaks.

Brostar: "Troy! Did you see what happen last week? After my match with Alexander he as his buddy come in and assault me like a couple of cowards."

Brostar sits down and continue to speak.

Brostar: "Now you would be wondering what hell am I saying here. I am saying I want a tag team match with Ethan O'Reilly and Alexander Conway versus me and partner of my choice, so Troy what do you say?"

Brostar finishes as he waits for the boss' answer.


Marcus Troy looks at Brostar, takes a puff from his cigar and replies...

Marcus Troy: "Are you sure you can handle Conway and O'Reilly at this point? Of course I would be glad to book you in a match but do you have a partner in mind? Is anyone willing to team up with you?"

Marcus Troy settles back on his big leather office chair.

Marcus Troy: "You want to fight those two? And get to choose your partner at that? I'm not in that much of a giving mood right now so you will have to work for it. Tell you what Brostar, next week, you will fight an opponent of my choosing. If you manage to win, that opponent shall become your partner. If not you will face Conway and O'Reilly in a handicap match."

Marcus leans forward and looks at Brostar in the eyes.

Marcus Troy: "Alexander Conway has already proven himself as a valuable asset to this company, you on the other hand has still to prove yourself not only to me, not only to the roster but to the fans. So what will it be Brostar? You still think that your demand is a good idea?"


Brostar: "Alright then who am I facing?"

He says as he waits for an answer.


The general manager looks at a file on his desk flipping through it.

Marcus Troy: "It seems we have a new wrestler named Fettel Marston... Well he's not officially in the roster yet failing a psych examination but I've seen his tryout video and I do admit that he has some skills. This will be the perfect way for us to gauge his ability."


Ray Kamaura's voice can be heard in the back.

Ray Kamaura: "DO WE HAVE DENTAL!?!"


Andrew Hunter's voice is heard in the back, as if responding to Ray.

Andrew Hunter: "No! Just try not to get your teeth kicked in!"





Andrew Hunter is seen sitting in front of a desk, facing the camera, wearing his full wrestling attire along with a black t-shirt which says "Boleto Dorado", written in large, gold letters. Most everyone who gives a damn would notice that the words "Jobber's View!" is written on the desk in a very deep black marker, along with the Boleto Dorado sitting close to the J of the "Jobber's View!".

Andrew Hunter: "Welcome everyone to the second annual, and most likely last, Jobber's View! Tonight is a very special night for a couple of reasons. One of which being that I have, with me, at this very moment; the Boleto Dorado! That's right, Andrew Hunter is the holder of something that almost guarantees me a championship!"

Andrew lets out a brief chuckle, along with a grin.

Andrew Hunter: "That's actually why I decided to hold another one of these little... segments. Because the first one won me a golden ticket! I figured that these might bring me luck. I mean, worth a try, right?:

Andrew keeps his grin steady, along with another chuckle. Laughing at himself again? What a moron.

Andrew Hunter: "Another reason being that I have two, hear that, TWO guests for tonight's show. That's right, I have with me, at this time, Lex Lexington."

The camera makes a complete turnaround, to see Lex Lexington standing next to a door which is promptly labeled "Gym".

Lex Lexington: "I was supposed to be interviewing you..."

Andrew Hunter: "Lex and his crazy imagination! I'd offer you a seat, but I didn't think that far ahead."

The camera turns back around to see Andrew waving Lex over. Lexington slowly makes his way to the desk, stopping about ten feet from Andrew.

Andrew Hunter: "Now Lex, as I'm sure the fans want to know, why did you become an interviewer."

Lex Lexington: "Oh, well... That's a pretty interesting question. You see-"

Andrew Hunter: "Sorry Lex, I have a feeling that this is gonna be long and I'm on a time schedule. Next question, why do you not wrestle? I mean, you seem like a tremendous athlete."

Lex Lexington: "I'm not."

Andrew Hunter: "Well, that explains a lot! And that answers the other questions too! Thank you for your time Lex Lexington, now get out!"

Lex Lexington: "But I-"

Andrew Hunter: "Out."

Lex stares at Andrew, dumbfounded for a number of seconds before walking out of the scene and away from the gym, muttering something under his breath...

Andrew Hunter: "As anyone who ever pays any attention to the shows would know who spends practically his whole life in the gym. Yes, Christopher Bain. You see, I'm currently set to face the current ULOL Campeónes Compañero The DWMA with Bain, but for some odd reason I can't seem to get in contact with him. So..."

Andrew steps up, out of his seat, and walks toward the gym door. He stops, abruptly, infront of the door and picks up the bag right beside the sign on the ground that says "Air horn". What? You didin't notice it? How could you have possibly missed THAT of all things? Come on...

Andrew Hunter: "I hope he's not lifting anything heavy... Hey cameraman, can you mute the volume?"

Andrew pulls an air horn out of the bag, gives it a good shake, aims it at the door and presses the button on the top. Andrew flinches, although no sound is heard.

Leon Hinomoto walks out of the gym and puts his hand on Andrew Hunter's shoulder.

Leon Hinomoto: "So its the ULOL golden jobber. The Man with the golden ticket. How are you Mr. Hunter. Oh wait i really don't care. But i will wish you luck tonight in your match. But be warned we just won these titles and nothing is going to take them away from us. NOTHING. Not you or your girlfriend Bain. Not The Age of Pain, or whatever they are calling themselves these days, The Lord of the Rings. NOTHING."

Leon stopps and leans into Andrew and whispers.

Leon Hinomoto: "Do you hear it? Do you here the rain?"

Leon walks away before Andrew can respond.


As Leon is walking away, Christopher Bain walks around a corner and runs right into him. Not bothering to apologize or even acknowledge the fact that he just ran into somebody, Bain walks over to Andrew.

Christopher Bain: "Hey there, Andrew. Sorry about being late, some stuff came up. It's too bad, today is such a nice, clear, and sunny day."

Christopher pauses for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

Christopher Bain: "Oh well, are you ready to be one half of the NEW ULOL Campeónes Compañero? Tonight, I can feel it, we're coming out with the win! There's a 0.0% chance of rain, and a 0.0% chance of the fans not going home happy!"

Christopher holds up a finger.

Christopher Bain: "Ironically, tonight will be what our finisher is known as; tonight will be our Primo Victoria!"

Christopher leans in close to Hunter and speaks in a more quiet tone.

Christopher Bain: "Oh and, umm...you may want to start bringing a taser with you, it seems someone is taking a bit of a liking to you. He wants to make it rain, if you know what I mean. So, you know, just look out for a guy that always talks about rain, because he doesn't mean the weather."

Andrew looks from Bain back to Leon, who appears to be staring dumbfoundedly at Bain, and lets out a chuckle.

Andrew Hunter: "Good that you finally decided to show up! I must say, I was afraid I was gonna have to take a crack at calling Hinomoto gay myself."

Andrew opens the gym door and signals Bain over.

Andrew Hunter: "Now, what do you say we start getting ready for our match?"

Bain sighs before walking towards the gym door.

Christopher Bain: "You know, I really hate that training ring."

Andrew Hunter: "We all do."

The shot fades as the Amazingly Awesomely Awesome both walk through the door.

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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 07/10/2011   Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:26 am

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The camera cuts to the back, showing a locker room door. Standing in front of it is Lex Lexington knocking on it hurriedly. The door soon opens to reveal Shogun standing in the doorway.

Lex Lexington: "Shogun! Did you hear what Q was saying about you out there?"

Shogun looks at Lex for a moment before answering

Shogun: "Yeah I heard it. Q coming out to protect his precious image. He did not go over a single solitary point that I made. He brushed off the fact that Marcus hired a man to come out and take my title from me a couple seconds after a fatal four way match. Fuck he could have sent the real Q out there to kick my ass after a match like that if he wanted to. Q was simply afraid to risk his image. Just like he is afraid to risk it now. He is scared that the people will begin to see what a giant dickhead he really is."

Shogun sighs deeply before going on.

Shogun: "Marcus Troy sent a giant man in a Q costume out to the ring to kick the living hell out of me. Now Q is coming out to the ring to call me a coward. Let me tell YOU something Q. I will fight you anytime, anywhere, anyplace. The thing is Q...I have a wrestling championship with me right now. You have a little prop title that Troy handed to you. The belt I carry represents WRESTLING. Something you forgot when you joined up with Troy. I`ll take you bluff though, Have your buddy Marcus book the match. You win? You can have my fucking name, I could care less about the stipulation."

Shogun takes a step back into the locker room.

Shogun: "Now get the camera out of my face."

Shogun slams the door and the picture fades out.


Only for the lights to turn back on, as the door opens.

Reporters tentatively snap their video, as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing peers in to look at Shogun.


Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Hello Mr. Hall of Famer BTWE rhymes with Junior Varsity! It only took you how many sunrises and sunsets before you finally grew a pair slightly smaller than Ray Kamaura carries!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing leans in closer.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "You want to talk about protecting an image! Let's! I wasn't the one who kept hiding from ONE MAN and his promos, all while he was crowing about being the best in the ULOL! That was YOU! Thinking YOUR DARKNESS can keep you safely hidden away! You hid all this time from little me! And you even went around telling the Brostar to do just that!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing's voice takes a tone similar to Shogun's.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "You ignore him and his roleplays, and soon enough you'll be left alone. And then you'll win."

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing dangles his title belt.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "You followed your own advice! And look where we are now! So, Mr Junior Varsity your Beginner Trainee Wrestling Experiment ripped you off and gave you a rotten training! And yes, Shogun! I DARE to speak ill of your kiddie playschool BTWE! Whatcha gonna do about it!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing gives the Primo Ultimo title another shake.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "EVERYTHING about you has a worse stink than Marcus Troy stuck in a pit! And I've smelled him! You talk big now about being willing and ready to face me anytime, and anywhere! In any type of match! That's just a farter's guarantee from someone who has always hid! And HID! And IGNORED! And thought that the masked man would go away! So you can be the main event PHONY THAT YOU ARE! THAT WORKED WONDERFULLY FOR YOU, DIDN'T IT SHOGUN!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing steps back.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "But you finally cut a promo somewhere other than the ring! Maybe next time, you'll have enough guts to cut a promo somewhere, where there's actual sunshine!"

The Primo Ultimo Champion glares at Shogun. At least, that is the impression. It is hard to tell given his mask covers his whole face.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "You can pick up your sanitary napkin in the ring!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing motions for a couple of reporters to step back. They do so, allowing the masked man to close the door and give Shogun his privacy. He takes a moment to quip to Alexander Conway and other bystanders.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Shogun can't join a boycott even if he wanted to! He's got that phobia that keeps people indoors! That's why all his promos are just of him power walking to and from the ring!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing then walks off, followed by the journalists that constantly tail his every move.






Lex Lexington stands in the hallways with a microphone in his hand. He is shaking like a leaf and manages to gain his composure in order to speak to the wrestler next on his agenda. As the camera pans out it becomes clear as to why he is quite scared. Zombie stands there with a grimace on his face. He looks at Lex and continues to look at him as Lex Lexington begins to speak.

Lex Lexington: "Well here with me at this moment in time is Zombie. Hello again!"

Zombie nods in acknowledgement and doesn't glance at the camera as he keeps his gaze on Lex.

Lex Lexington: "Well tonight is, of course, slightly quieter as yourself and Chriso are not fighting at this moment in time. You won your match against him last week but he retaliated with some force, which has signified that your feud with him is far from over. How do you ..."

Zombie: "I'm going to stop you there Lex! The bastard couldn't take the loss so he lashed out! He may say that he should've won the match earlier but I took advantage of what was dealt to me! Obviously I'm not going to let him get away with it and he's not going to leave it be ... so yes ... this is far from over!"

Lex Lexington: "Obviously the big news over the past two weeks is Marcus Troy returning to ULOL. And he has now aligned himself with Q. He also then proceeded to give Q a title shot which Q then won! Obviously alot of controversy surrounding this. Some wrestlers even boycotting the whole thing. It even lead to the stripping of the double champion Raven Connoly! Your stance on the whole thing?"

Zombie: "It seems that just like everyone else down there including Marcus Troy himself ...YOU ... didn't even see me down there addressing the prick! If you were watching carefully I told them exactly the same thing I said a good couple of months ago, all about Q and why I thought that .. HE was the one dragging this company down ... and no one else!"

Zombie clenches his fist.

Zombie: "I also said that I won't stand by and watch him prance around with the title that he called an atrocity! He didn't fight for that .. Shogun did! I don't like Shogun but HE earned it! From what I know .. Q hasn't even addressed the wrestlers boycotting him and his new master Troy! I am joining the boycott and I will personally put an end to Q if needs be! And I'll do what Q should've done from the beginning .... KILL MARCUS TROY!!!"

Zombie breathes in and out deeply trying to control his rage.

Lex Lexington: "Those are some strong words!"

Zombie: "That's right! And as you have seen from my previous encounters ... I will accomplish what I set out to do!!"

Zombie storms off and leaves Lex Lexington by himself who looks at the camera bewildered.


Ray's voice is heard in the back.

Ray Kamaura: "LEX WHEN DO I GET AN INTERVIEW... LEX... LEX...LEX!"






These journalists report on the every move of this globally recognized masked man. For many, it has become more than a mere job to tell the world of the goings-on of the spectacular sensation of the wrestling ring.

This man known only as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing.

But every so often, he does something that can still shock their expectations of him. Like his challenge and confrontation with Shogun moments earlier.


Reporter: [You sure this is going to happen? What if he changes his mind?]

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing signs an autograph for a secretary starstruck by his very presence, taking his time to reply to the reporter.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I have been told that the ex-GM Allister King and the UJJ have disorders that keep them from reading long promos! For their benefit, as the Primo Ultimo Champion, I shall give them the abridged version of recent events!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing starts counting off the important points.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Number one: this boycott could have meant something for me and my people, if it had not come after five months of dithering from you! Number two! Shogun doesn't want to be a McSatan's anymore! But he still comes only in chicken flavor! And he is STILL a phony! Number three! Ray Kamaura may have proven he has at least one ball! More evidence is needed!"

Several of the journalists stare blankly at the masked man, who goes back to signing autographs for the staff.

Reporter: [Least he didn't break the fourth wall too much this time.]






LET'S GO!

'Simply Unstoppable [Yes Remix]' by Tinie Tempah begins blaring over the arena. The fans start going wild with cheers as a spark shower begins to fall from the bottom of the titantron. After a few seconds, the former Primo Ultimo Champion known as 'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson appears from behind the spark shower. He scouts the entire arena as the cheers intensifies and feminine wolf whistles are heard. UJJ then walks down the ramp, tagging the hands of the fans in the front row. He rolls into the ring and picks up a tatically placed microphone. The music fades out as Jack Johnson begins to speak.


'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "If there's anything that's really changed here over the last few weeks. Then it's my view on certain people. I have learnt to respect people that I thought I'd be bitter enemies with until the day I die. The people I'm referring to is Shogun and Zombie."

Cheers are heard as those names are mentioned.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "Those two at times I just want to grab them by their throat and snap them in half. But not anymore. Since we've been on the same page in this whole Marcus Troy and Q dilemma. We all agree that we got screwed and well, we all think that Q is one big, foreign dickhead."

Cheers are heard from the fans. UJJ exits the ring and lifts up the apron cover.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "Which brings me to my next point. Nope no speakers here. Hmm.. I'm wondering where all this cheers are coming from whenever Q appears. Wait a minute. Whats this?"

UJJ reaches deeper underneath the ring and pulls out a big CD player. He drags it out and holds it out. The wires seem to be going underneath the protective cover on the outside of the ring. UJJ smirks as he snaps the wires off of the CD player and he launches the CD player onto the ramp. The CD player smashes and lays on the ramp, battered and broken. UJJ rolls back into the ring.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "Wow, just wow. It was bad enough that Brostar attempted it. But I must say, I'm kinda shocked. I never thought Q would sink even lower than he already has. His 'fans' are back in his home country, with missing limbs or starving to death. There is no way they'd make it to ULOL whilst we are on the road."

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "You're not the face of this company Q. This whole legion of loyal fans is bullshit. You have no legion. These fans aren't apart of your legion. The other fans across the globe aren't apart of your legion. The only people that are members of this crap are living on soil and occasional supplies on a little bit of land."


UJJ momentarily pauses.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "No one hardly reads what you write Q, nor do they watch it. I have proof of this. Its not in the form of the fans. With the permission of the fan of course, I am allowed to show you this video."

The titantron comes to life. The scene is the ring from a past show. Q is in the middle of a promo. We see other fans chattering away randomly but this one young fan can be seen slouching in his chair. He sighs heavily. The scene then fast forwards then plays normally. The fan is now asleep. Sleep The scene fasts forward to the end of the promo. Cheering can be heard which wakes the fan up. He jumps up and cheers! He shouts out "Great Promo!"

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "That was your average wrestling fan. Now lets see a video of one of Q's countrymen. This is at the exact same show and the same promo. Lets take a look."

The titantron comes to life again. We see Q's countrymen in the front row. He has a huge smile on his face. They start chanting in their own language. The fan starts going wild as Q continues to speak. Then the countryman slowly moves his hand up his trousers. The feed instantly cuts off.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "I honestly thought that it was a good idea that we stopped the feed there. We would have broken a certain TV law there. Phew. But what does this prove? It proves my point earlier. Only a select few people in this world are true Q fans. Only a select few people waste their time everyday, worshiping a guy that in the end would side with the devil."

Cheers are heard from the true fans.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "I'm not going to drag this promo on any further so I'm going to address one more issue."

UJJ leans against the ropes, facing the stage, as if Q was standing at the stage.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "Q has developed a fetish for overhearing wrestler's private conversations whilst the shows are off air. Well Q, if you hadn't already heard this then I'm going to tell you and these people in attendance. I speak to Lard Ass a lot, whether it be in person or via MSN. I told him last week that by the end of this month. I will win the Primo Ultimo title back."

Cheers erupt through the arena.

'Unstoppable' Jack Johnson: "So you better be prepared and brief your bigger double act. Cos I will kick both your asses back to wherever you came from if that is what it takes to win back what is rightfully mine!"

UJJ drops the mic as 'Simply Unstoppable [Yes Remix]' resumes playing. UJJ exits the ring and heads up the ramp. He turns at the stage and holds his arms up. The crowd cheer even louder. UJJ smiles and disappears through the curtain with the feeling of real and true cheers still tingling inside him.


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 07/10/2011   Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:27 am



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Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is for the ULOL Campeónes Compañero! Introducing first, the challengers, the team of Andrew Hunter and Christopher Bain, The AAA!"

"Lux Aeterna" By Clint Mansell begins playing as Andrew Hunter and Christopher Bain step out of the backstage and onto the entrance ramp. They strike a quick pose for the crowd before walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of any fans that reach out to them. As they get to the ring, Hunter slides in underneath the ropes as Bain hops over them. Both Bain and Hunter climb up on different turnbuckles and strike poses for the crowd before moving to one side of the ring and waiting for the start of the match.

Jasmine Lee: "Introducing next, the reigning ULOL Campeónes Compañero, the team of Ray Kamaura and Leon Hinomoto, the DWMA!"

The lights go out and a laser show starts when "Corroded Dreams" by Ride The Sky starts blast in the arena. After 25 seconds Ray Kamaura and Leon walk slowly to the start of the ramp. Following behind is Yuki Monotomo. All three superstars stop and the lights turn back on after lightning strikes behind them. The lasers continue as Ray and Leon slowly enter the ring. Yuki poses for the fans then runs to the apron. They go to diffrent ring posts and climb them and raise the Campeónes Compañero into the air, then strike a pose. Yuki slides in the ring and humps the air in the direction of the female fans, then moves to the outside. Ray and Leon move to the same side of the ring and wait for thier challengers. Yuki moves back to the barrier and starts talking to the ladies.

Brad Blood: "So tonight we have two jobbers who have decided to form a team, against our fluke champions? This is going to be a trainwreck, Ladies and Gentlemen. If you have to use the bathroom, this match will be the time to do it."

Jim Jackson: "Oh stop it, Brad. This will be a very entertaining match, all of these competitors are great athletes. I personally am excited to see how Hunter and Bain work together in this match."

Jasmine Lee: "The referee for this contest is Don Q. Hotte. LET THE LUNACY BEGIN!"

Jim Jackson: "As the bell rings, Ray Kamaura and Christopher Bain step out of the ring and onto the apron, leaving Andrew and Leon to start this match off."

Brad Blood: "Leon tried to get intimate with Andrew backstage, you can be sure that Andrew wants to let his fist get intimate with Leon's face after that."

Jim Jackson: "And Andrew does just that! He's firing right and right into Leon's face, backing him into the corner! Leon is trying to cover up, but Andrew's fist is still finding some face time."

Brad Blood: "Ray looks like he is going to get in the ring, which gets Andrew's attention long enough for Hinomoto to hit him on the back of the head with a forearm."

Jim Jackson: "Leon hit Hunter with a few forearms to the back before pulling him towards his corner and tagging in Kamaura. Double suplex! Kamaura goes for the cover."

Don Q. Hotte: "One..."

Brad Blood: "Hunter is quick to kick out of the pin attempt. Kamaura grabs Hunter into a chin lock, but Hunter scrambles out of it."

Jim Jackson: "Hunter looks over to Bain who is reaching out for a tag, but Hunter decides to stay in the ring and gets a boot to the gut for his decision. Kamaura irish whips Hunter into the ropes before going for the clothesline, but Hunter ducks it! Hunter bounces off the opposite set of ropes before flying into Ray with the crossbody!"

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Brad Blood: "Ray tosses Hunter off of him, but gets kicked in the head before he can get to his feet. Neckbreaker by Hunter is followed up with an elbow drop. Hunter pulls Kamaura to his corner and tags in Bain."

Jim Jackson: "Bain and Hunter irish whip Kamaura before locking arms and going for a double clothesline, but Ray takes them both down with his own set of clotheslines!"

Brad Blood: "That's the inexperience of Bain and Hunter, costing them a good opportunity for a double team move. Kamaura grabs Hunter and tosses him over the ropes before lifting Bain and throwing him with the gorilla press!"

Jim Jackson: "Ray tags in Leon. Both members of the DWMA irish whip Bain before catching him with a double clothesline."

Brad Blood: "At least they can actually do that move. Leon lifts Bain onto his shoulders, but Bain slides down his back and rolls him into a pin attempt!"

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Thr..."

Jim Jackson: "Bain almost stole the win and the titles! Leon kicks Bain in the face before lifting Bain for a bodyslam, but Bain again slides down Leon's back! Bain dropkicks Hinomoto's back and sends him throat-first into the ropes. Bain jumps onto Hinomoto's back before jumping over the ropes and leg dropping Hinomoto's throat into the ropes once again."

Brad Blood: "While Hinomoto struggles for air, Bain climbs onto the top rope. Flying elbow drop from Bain! Bain goes for the cover!"

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson: "Leon rolls a shoulder out at two. Running knee from Bain! Bain irish whips Hinomoto into the corner and tags in Hunter, but Hinomoto sticks a thumb into Bain's eye and slips out of the corner."

Brad Blood: "Another missed double team opportunity. Hinomoto rushes to the other side of the ring and tags in Kamaura, who gets caught by a dropkick from Hunter. DDT from Hunter! There's the cover."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson: "Kamaura kicks out and quickly rattles Hunter with an uppercut! Kamaura irish whips Hunter into the ropes before catching him with a big back elbow. Bodyslam from Kamaura. As Hunter gets to his feet, Kamaura grabs him and pulls him into a short-arm clothesline before trying for the pin."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Brad Blood: "Hunter kicks out at two. Kamaura pulls Hunter to his feet, but Hunter pushes Ray back and begins kicking him repeatedly on the side of the knee. As Ray's knee gives out under the onslaught of kicks, Hunter bounces off of the ropes and hits him with a shining wizard! Hunter goes for another cover."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson: "Ray manages to get Hunter off of him at two. A dropkick to the knee from Hunter is followed up with a low dropkick to the face and a pin attempt."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Brad Blood: "Again Ray manages to kick out. Ray uses the ropes to get to his feet. Hunter charges in, but Ray back body drops him over the ropes...Hunter hung on. As Ray turns around, Hunter catches him with a kick to the temple."

Jim Jackson: "As Andrew attempts to leap onto the top rope, Leon Hinomoto grabs his ankles and pulls him down to the arena floor. Before Andrew can retaliate, Leon pushes him back and into the steel steps!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter's head hit the steel hard! He could be out cold."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Three! Four!"

Jim Jackson: "As Hunter uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet, Ray gets the referee's attention. With the ref's back turned, Yuki Monotomo grabs Hunter and throws him into the crowd barricade! Yuki's not even in this match! He shouldn't be getting involved!"

Brad Blood: "All is fair in war, Jim. Yuki is just lending a hand to his stablemates. What in the Hell...Bain just flew into Yuki and is relentlessly assaulting him! He can't fight back or else he'll get the DWMA disqualified!"

Jim Jackson: "What comes around, goes around. Ray is yelling at the referee to continue the count, but he's too busy telling Bain to go back to his corner. Leon has just tackled Bain and now the two of them are fighting!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter has been down for an eight count so far, but the referee has been too busy not doing his job to count!"

Jim Jackson: "The ref is doing his job, he's trying to keep this a fair match, and prevent it from ending in a brawl."

Don Q. Hotte: "Five!"

Jim Jackson: "Are you happy now, Brad? Leon and Bain are returning to their corners and the referee is continuing his count."

Don Q. Hotte: "Six!"

Brad Blood: "No, I am not happy. That shouldn't be six, that should be ten! We need new referees."

Jim Jackson: "Or maybe we just need a new color commentator."

Don Q. Hotte: "Seven!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter is stirring, but will he be able to get back into the ring before the ten count?"

Don Q. Hotte: "Eight!"

Jim Jackson: "Hunter's grabbing the steel steps and using them to pull himself to his feet."

Don Q. Hotte: "Nine!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter realizes the ref is about to count him out, and manages to slide in just before the count of ten! Too bad for him, Ray was waiting for him and is now stomping a mudhole into him."

Jim Jackson: "Snap suplex from Kamaura is followed by a pin attempt."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Brad Blood: "As Hunter kicks out, Ray grabs him and throws a few right hands into his face before covering him again."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson: "Hunter again kicks out. Ray bounces off the ropes and goes for a leg drop, but Hunter is able to avoid it! As both men get to their feet, Kamaura grabs Hunter by the throat and lifts him up for the Game Changer, but Hunter is able to counter it into a DDT!"

Brad Blood: "Ray recovers as Hunter makes the tag to Christopher Bain, who springboards into Kamaura and hits him with a clothesline! Bain runs and bounces off of the ropes before hitting Ray with a running dropkick! Bain climbs onto the turnbuckle."

Jim Jackson: "Leon tries to interfere, but Bain kicks him away. Bain leaps at Kamaura for a diving crossbody, but kamaura sidesteps. Ray Kamaura grabs Christopher by the neck. Ray then lifts Bain up and slams him to the ground with the Game Changer! Kamaura goes for the pin."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Thr..."

Brad Blood: "Bain kicks out just before the three count! Ray lifts Bain onto his shoulders before tagging in Leon Hinomoto, who climbs onto the top turnbuckle. Leon leaps for the double stomp, but Bain slips off of Kamaura's shoulders and shoves Kamaura into Hinomoto!"

Jim Jackson: "With Ray out of the way and Hinomoto stunned, Bain bounces off of the ropes and jumps before hitting Hinomoto on the chin with his knee! The Breaking Point! Instead of going for the cover, Bain decides to tag out to Hunter."

Brad Blood: "Andrew waits for Hinomoto to get to his feet before jumping onto the rope and using it as a springboard for an amazing Final Gambit! Hunter with the cover! We could have new champs!"

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Three!"

Jim Jackson: "No! Ray broke up the pin attempt just in time! Christopher Bain tries to come in, but Ray catches him with a big boot! Ray lifts Hunter and drives his back onto his knee. He holds him there as Leon climbs the turnbuckle and delivers a huge leg drop! Leon goes for the cover!"

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Thr..."

Brad Blood: "Bain slipped past Ray and dived onto Leon to break up the pin attempt! Ray grabs Bain and holds him for Leon to superkick, but Bain slips out at the last second and lets Ray catch the kick!"

Jim Jackson: "Bain dodges a punch from Hinomoto and grabs him for the STO. As Hunter catches Hinomoto with an enzuigiri kick, Bain drives Hinomoto's face to the mat with the reverse STO! Andrew covers Hinomoto as Bain rolls out of the ring."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Thr..."

Brad Blood: "Ray pushes Hunter off of Leon before the three count! The ref forces Ray to exit the ring as Yuki slides in and clotheslines Hunter behind his back! Leon goes for the cover as the ref turns around."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two..."

Jim Jackson: "Hunter kicks out at two. Leon irish whips Hunter to the ropes before back body dropping him! Brainbuster from Hinomoto! He goes for the cover."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Thr..."

Brad Blood: "Hunter still manages to kick out before the three. Leon again irish whips Hunter into the ropes, but Hunter springboards into him with a back elbow! Hunter manages to tag Bain back into this match."

Jim Jackson: "As Bain enters the ring, Hinomoto lands a surprise superkick! Hinomoto uses the opportunity he created to climb to the top turnbuckle."

Brad Blood: "What is he doing!? All he had to do was cover Bain and they would have retained their titles! Even Kamaura is yelling at Leon!"

Jim Jackson: "Leon waits for Bain to get up. Leon jumps from the turnbuckle and frontflips twice, but Bain moves out of the way!"

Brad Blood: "Wuahahaha! Leon just landed ass-first onto the mat!"

Jim Jackson: "Christopher Bain lifts Leon Hinomoto onto his shoulders. He runs towards a turnbuckle before diving foward, crushing Hinomoto with a rolling fireman's carry slam. Riding the momentum, Bain rolls to his feet and hops onto the turnbuckle. While facing the turnbuckle, Bain jumps back and front-flips 450° before crashing down onto Leon! Worst Case Scenario connects!"

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Thr..."

Jim Jackson: "What in the Hell? Yuki just pulled the referee out of the ring! Bain is calling for the referee to finish the count, but Yuki isn't letting the referee reenter the ring!"

Brad Blood: "As Bain turns around, Ray Kamaura kicks him in the gut causing him to double over. Ray then puts his right shoulder to the back of Bain's neck and grabs the back of his legs and quickly lifts him up. Ray then falls onto his butt, crushing Bains neck on his shoulder! The End Game! As Kamura tries to pull Leon ontop of Bain, Hunter flys into him with a crossbody that takes Ray and himself over the ropes and onto Yuki!"

Jim Jackson: "As the two start fighting on the outside, the referee slides back into the ring and checks on both Christopher Bain and Leon Hinomoto. Both men are still down from the finishers that they took. On the outside of the ring, Yuki begins yelling at Leon to cover Bain."

Brad Blood: "Leon begins to stir. He sits up and look at Yuki, who is still yelling at him to cover Bain, before looking over at Bain, who is still not moving. Groggily, Leon pulls himself closer to Bain and throws an arm over Bain's chest."

Don Q. Hotte: "One! Two! Thr...!"

Jim Jackson: "What?! Bain somehow managed to kick out before the three! Yuki and Leon are dumbfounded. Leon forces himself to his feet before pulling himself onto the turnbuckle. Before Leon can fly, Bain pushes the top rope and causes Leon to lose his balance and fall onto the turnbuckle groin first!"

Brad Blood: "Well, it looks like Hinomoto isn't going to be making it rain tonight....."

Jim Jackson: "On the outside, Kamaura tries to whip Hunter into the steel steps, but Hunter jumps onto them and moonsaults into Ray Kamaura! With Ray down, Hunter slides into the ring. Hunter and Bain climb onto the turnbuckle and grab Hinomoto. Before they can finish what they were planning, Yuki hops onto the ring apron and pushes Bain off the turnbuckle! The referee is calling for the bell!"

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of a disqualification, the winners of this match are Andrew Hunter and Christopher Bain, The AAA! However, the ULOL Campeónes Compañero can not change hands on a disqualification. Leon Hinomoto and Ray Kamaura are therefore still your ULOL Campeónes Compañero."


Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter is checking on Christopher Bain while both Leon Hinomoto and Ray Kamaura are yelling at Yuki Monotomo. It seems neither team is happy about the DQ."

Brad Blood: "They should be happy. The jobbers got a win and the fluke champions keep their titles. Hell, these guys should be thanking Monotomo."

Jim Jackson: "The DWMA probably felt that they could win this match, although it looked as if The AAA were about to win the titles. But we'll never know how this match would have ended thanks to Yuki's actions."

Brad Blood: "Why can't everyone just be happy about a DQ for once?"





The scene opens midway through an routine doctors examination. Dr. Booboo B. Gone is carrying out the examination on an order from Eunice P. Winslow. He finishes the physical and seems impressed. The wrestler being examined is a young man new to the United League of Lunatics. Fettel Marston stands smiling unbothered by the examination.

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "Well Fettel you sure are well built and more than physically ready to be a wrestler! Apparently there is a medical file on the way but while we're waiting let's start the mental side of the examination."

Fettel suddenly looks around the room alerted to the next part of the examination.

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "It won't take long"!

Fettel Marston: "Uhh oh oh ok!"

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "Let's start with a simple question. Any mental problems or illnesses in past couple of years?"

Fettel Marston changes from being nervous to a chilled and calm individual.

Dad: "We can't answer that I'm afraid."

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "Sorry? We? Fettel, there is no one else here. What do you mean by we?"

Dad: "Fettel can't hear you doctor. Not at the moment."

Dr Booboo B. Gone looks at Fettel with confusion.

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "Of course you can! You're speaking to me right now!"

Fettel Marston smiles arrogantly and leans in closer to the doctor.

Dad: "Maybe we should wait for that medical file. But I would think a smart doctor like you should be able to figure it out!"

Suddenly there is a knock on the door which breaks the doctor from his thought process. Fettel watches as the doctor goes to answer the door. Dr Booboo comes back with a rather large medical file.

Dad: "Now you don't have to!"

Dr Booboo B. Gone spends at least ten minutes skimming over the main points in Fettel Marston's medical file. The doctor then turns around and begins to address the "Dad" entity.

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "I understand now. I suppose you are what is referenced to in this file as "Dad"?"

Dad: "In the flesh!"

Fettel chuckles and winks at the doctor.

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "It says here in this file that you are caring towards Fettel. But you are being quite arrogant at this moment in time!"

Dad: "You know what? Fettel created me from his demons inside here..."

Fettel points to his head.

Dad: "... to help him put a stop to the demons in the real world. I did exactly that! I murdered that sick son of a bitch! I murdered the man who beat his mother every night and who beat Fettel into the ground every so often! Not for Fettel's sake ... but for mine! You see when he used his demons to create me ... he created the very demon you see in front of you! I care for the boy and will continue to until I get to the point where I completely take over! And this is the first step!"

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "But he trusts you! He gave you control right here so you could answer the questions for him!"

Fettel suddenly changes mood almost suddenly reverting back to the nervous individual. Dr Booboo B. Gone watches as the two personalities of Fettel Marston converse with each other.

Fettel Marston: "Is it finished Dad?"

Dad: "I don't know boy! The doctor has your medical file now! I guess he doesn't need to ask anymore questions!"

Fettel Marston: "Oh great! Does that mean that we can go now doctor?"

Dr Booboo B. Gone looks to Fettel Marston and smiles.

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "You can go! But I want you to check in every week for a check up ok? I'll clear this up with management and you'll be wrestling in a match very soon!"

Fettel jumps up from the seat and shakes Dr Booboo B. Gone's hand rigorously.

Dad: "Well that's just great doctor! Thank you very much!"

Dr Booboo B. Gone smirks at the "Dad" personality.

Dr. Booboo B. Gone: "No... thank YOU ...... Dad!"

Fettel looks at the doctor confused and leaves the doctor to read over the whole of Fettel Marston's file.






William LaCroix is backstage with a camera. He has an exasperated look on his face.

William LaCroix: "So last week, I was finally given an opportunity that I deserved. I was given a shot at that hasbeen Connoly, who these fans, and some of the other wrestlers consider to be a big shot. He's about the furthest thing from a big shot, right behind the lightweights and Taufik, but it's the image that counts. But what does that coward do once we're in the ring?"

William looks at the camera expectantly before continuing.

William LaCroix: "That's right, the old man goes out of the ring and grabs a steel chair because he knew that he couldn't defeat me. Naturally, to protect myself, I also grabbed a steel chair. Do you know what happened next?"

LaCroix again waits for an answer before continuing.

William LaCroix: "That dumbass referee decided that he should end the match with a double DQ. A double DQ? Really? I was only defending myself, the referee could have at least let us go at it, because I would have won. But no, the referee just had to end the match. So yes, I lost my cool, and attacked the incompetent official. Hopefully the wretched man was injured, and we won't be seeing him screw any other competitors out of their opportunities and their wins."

LaCroix leans closer to the camera.

William LaCroix: "Trust me when I say this Connoly, we're not done yet, not by a long shot. I will get the win that I so richly deserve, and then I will win the Primo Ultimo Championship. It's academic."

William walks away from the camera before kicking open a door and walking out of the arena, ending the scene.





As Lex Lexington is walking through the halls, a faint sound can be heard that catches his attention. As he moves in the direction of the sound, it becomes clear that it is music from a solo instrument. The music is at its loudest as he approaches a slightly opened door, which he enters. Inside, Alexander Conway is seen with a violin on his shoulder and his back to the camera.

Lex Lexington: "Uhh....Alexander?"

The playing abruptly ceases. Alexander lowers the violin and gently places it into a case before turning to face Lexington.

Lex Lexington: "You know how to play the violin?"

Alexander Conway: "Of course I do, you don't just pick one of these up and begin to play Bach's Partita in D minor for solo violin unless you know how to play one. Now, why did you feel the need to interupt me?"

Lex pulls out a clipboard and a pen.

Lex Lexington: "I have the waiver that Eunice wants you to sign."

Alexander sighs before taking the clipboard and the pen.

Alexander Conway: "Because some old hag can't just mind her own business, I have to be bothered by you. Great."

Alexander briefly looks over the waiver before scribbling his signature onto it and thrusting into Lexington's chest.

Alexander Conway: "There, you have your waiver, now get out of my locker room!"

Lex Lexington: "But tonight you are facing a bigger competitor in a street fight, aren't you the least bit worried?"

Alexander Conway: "No, now leave!"

Lex Lexington: "How do you plan on defeating him?"

Alexander Conway: "I've beaten bigger, I've beaten better, and I'll do it again. Like I said last week, he shouldn't have agreed to fight me. I'm a dangerous man, and soon The Morbidly Obese Man will know that. Now get out of my locker room!"

Lex Lexington: "But I want to ask just one more-"

Alexander Conway: "Out!"

Lexington realizes that Alexander's not in any mood for him or his questions, and finally turns to leave the locker room.

Before Lex can even exit the locker room, he is shoved out of the way by Ethan O'Reilly as he enters the locker room.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Alexander, you can't be serious! You are really going to go out there and fight that guy on his terms? It could be a set-up, they could just be waiting to beat you into the ground. Let me come with you."

Alexander shakes his head to tell Ethan no, but Ethan refuses to accept it.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Come on, it only takes one other guy getting involved to cause everyone to get involved. You need someone out there to watch your back, and who better than me? You don't have to do this on your own, Alex, you know I'll be more than happy to make sure this stays on level ground."

Ethan notices that Lex Lexington is still in the room. He grabs Lex and tosses him out of the locker room before closing the door.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Alexander, you've still got an injured shoulder, man. Look, if you need me to....you know....tip the scales into your favor, I'm all for it. Or, you could stay here and take the night off. Put your troubles into good hands, I'll show that fat bastard why he shouldn't mess with you."

Alexander again shakes his head to tell Ethan "no".

Alexander Conway: "I wanted to fight The Morbidly Obese Man, and fight him I shall. I don't need or want you to fight my battles for me. I can handle myself perfectly fine. Hell, I should have been nicknamed the giant killer for how many times I've done this in the past. Damn Mike Mondo and his beating me to that nickname!"

Conway's face turns to a more serious nature.

Alexander Conway: "But you're right, I could be walking into a set-up, but what would that accomplish? Nothing, except show that I was right all along. And that The Morbidly Obese Man is a coward. You're also right that it only takes one to involve all, which is another reason I don't want you anywhere near the battlegrounds. I don't want any chance of you being that one guy who screws everything up."

Alexander taps his chin as he thinks.

Alexander Conway: "You know, there is something that you can do tonight. I want you to be outside of this building, and I want you to watch the exits. If anybody comes out and starts to walk in the general direction of the street fight, you stop them. I don't care if it's security, I don't care if it's another wrestler, I don't care if it's Eunice, and I don't care if it's Marcus Troy himself! You stop them by whatever means that it takes, got it? I'm not losing out on my street fight because some bullshit scrub decided that they were going to get involved."

Alexander looks at a clock before walking towards the door.

Alexander Conway: "I've got a meeting with The Morbidly Obese Man to go to. If you are so adament on helping me, then help me by making sure that nobody else tries to get involved. You're willing to risk a suspension, right?"

With that, Alexander exits his locker room, leaving Ethan by himself.

Ethan yells after Alexander.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Don't worry! I'll make sure no one makes it to the street fight except for you!"

Ethan turns to look at the camera.

Ethan O'Reilly: "I really wish he would have agreed to let me come along. I can't help but feel that something just isn't right about tonight. I can't figure out what it is, but it just doesn't feel like this night is going to go Conway's way. Besides, I'm the bigger and stronger of the two of us, I should be the one street fighting tonight. What kind of a tag team partner gets himself into a party without inviting his own teammate? There were two of those tossers who wanted to fight..."

Ethan shrugs his shoulders.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Oh well, what's done is done. Whatever happens, I'm sure Alexander can handle it. He's certainly not new to this kind of thing. Besides, he's a violinist, and violinists are the most violent of all musicians."

Ethan turns around to see Alexander's violin in its case.

Ethan O'Reilly: "Hello there...."

Ethan approaches the violin case and goes to pick Alexander's violin up, but at the last second closes the case and locks it before turning and walking out of the locker room.



Jim Jackson: "What a night, an exciting show we just witnessed even with the boycott. Don't you agree Brad? Brad?! Where are you going? We're still closing the show."

Brad Blood: "Sorry Jim, Conway versus TMOM is about to start, I need to place my bet..."

Jim Jackson: "BRAD?! GET BACK HERE!!! I'm sorry folks but join us agian next week for another edition of Lucha Loco. Now pardon me as I go out to also catch the street fight."


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 07/10/2011   Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:27 am



The super-sized wrestler also known as The Morbidly Obese Man sits in the parking lot in a picket with the other ULOL wrestlers who joined the boycott. Clearly they have garnered some support of the fans as some of them instead of heading into the arena to watch the show, instead offered well-wishes and donations to the boycotting wrestlers.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Thank you for the help ma'am, your support is very much appreciated."

The Morbidly Obese Man thanks the woman who just gave the picketing wrestlers two dozen donuts. A little boy then walks up to the big wrestler.

Little Boy: "I hope you win your match against Conway later sir."

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Why thank you little buddy, I'll be sure to give his ass an extra big whooping just for you."

The big wrestler ruffles the hair of the little boy. Just then a teenage boy asks.

Teenage Boy: "If this is a non-sanctioned match, then who will referee the match TMOM?"

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Oh man, you got me there... Well we have an abundance of wrestlers doing nothing here..."

The big man turns around and faces his peers.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Hey guys, anyone willing to referee the street fight between me and Conway later? I forgot we don't have a referee for it..."

The big wrestler waits for someone to reply.


Yuki Monotomo steps from behind a wall. He looks over at TMOM.

Yuki Monotomo: "I'll referee the match. I've got nothing else to do and I was here to see the match anyway. And I didn't have a match all night so... I'll do it."


The ladies man looks over at TMOM and walks over to him.


Yuki Monotomo: "Got any objections?"


Yuki waits for a reply from the massive wrestler.


The Morbidly Obese Man looks at Yuki Monotomo and shrugs.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Sure, it doesn't matter to me who referees. This could also stop Alexander Conway from whining about having a biased referee since the match official is not from our side when he loses."

The big man then stares at Yuki Monotomo in the eyes.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Of course you realize that if you decide to do a screw job over me, I'll be going after your head. You better call this match in the middle or even your buddies in The DWMA won't be enough to keep you from ending up in the hospital."


Yuki Monotomo laughs and takes a step back.

Yuk Monotomo: "I'll call it fair. Don't wanna be messed up for when I get a title match, do I? The DWMA is about the fairness, that's how we the championships. By being awesome while sticking to the rules."


Ray walks up behind Yuki and slaps him in the back of the head.

Ray Kamaura: "NO NO NO Yuki you have it all wrong. We got these titles by kicking ass and taking names, Wash, Rinse, Repeat! Beside Conway was one of us, don't forget that. TMOM you need to know that Yuki is gonna call this match fair. Beside Conway doesn't need help to whip that pile of man meat, you call a body, until you can't move anymore!"


?: "Speak of the devil, and he shall arise."

The camera turns to see Alexander Conway walking towards the group. As he gets closer, it becomes apparent that he has a pair of brass knuckles wrapped around his right hand.

Alexander Conway: "Thanks for being the referee for this match Yuki, it's nice to know that one of TMOM's lackey's out here won't be there to screw me over."

Alexander gives Yuki a nod before turning to face The Morbidly Obese Man.

Alexander Conway: "So how's it feel? How's it feel to know that in just a few minutes, you are going to beaten, bloodied, and broken. How does it feel to know that your very career will soon be coming to an abrupt halt? How does it feel to know that you just lied to that little child when you told him that you were going to be, "giving my ass an extra big whooping," just for him? Because let's be quite honest here, you don't stand a chance at defeating me. I'm going to beat you so badly, within so few inches of your life, that I am going to be tried for attempted murder! This is going to be a one-way slaughter! You might as well be the stuffed pig at an American's Christmas Dinner, because you have no hope of not being torn, ripped, and sliced apart!"

Alexander gives The Morbidly Obese Man a questioning look as he waits for an answer, but before The Morbidly Obese Man can respond, Alexander continues.

Alexander Conway: "Actually, I have another question. Do you have good medical insurance? Because once I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but a bunch of little pieces lying in the concrete! The costs of them putting you back together after your great fall, Humpty Dumpty, will indeed be quite substantial. I would hate to see you have to pay such bills yourself, considering that you now have no way of making money."

??: Well lookie what we got here! It's a reunion of sorts!

The wrestlers turn around to see Zombie strolling through the car park. He walks on and stands by TMOM.

Zombie: "Remember me Conway? Your former Primo Ultimo title belt and short time member of the DWMA? I assume you remember our match? Oh wait, that was your cousin right?"

Zombie smirks and glances at Ray Kamaura.

Zombie: "And Ray Kamaura! Finally a tag champion after all this time!"

Zombie looks at the signs that covers the area and then he looks to TMOM.


Zombie: "I heard something was going down here but I thought there'd be more people! Still! You more than make up for them!"

Alexander glances over to Zombie.

Alexander Conway: "Oh look, there's the second rate trash that can't even defeat a loser like Chriso. I thought you were supposed to be the big, bad, undead fuck? But apparently, all you can do is get wailed on by that guy who has trouble speaking."

Alexander gives Zombie a cold smile.

Alexander Conway: "What have you accomplished in the ULOL, Zombie? Your Primo Ultimo Championship reign was stopped after, what? A month? And it was stopped by Jack Johnson? That just has to suck. Goodbye, being the bane of Q. Goodbye, being a major player. And goodbye, being considered anything more than a worthless pile of dead meat. If you had half a brain left in that rotting skull, you would just kill Chriso and move on, but I guess you're too busy slaughtering imaginary villages in Switzerland. Because if you ever really tried to take on a village, I'm sure they wouldn't have any problems killing you."

Alexander points a finger at Zombie.

Alexander Conway: "You should be glad that I didn't defend my title against you, because if I had, you wouldn't still be around. If I had, you would have never won the Primo Ultimo Championship. If I had defended my belt, then Jack Johnson, Shogun, and even Q wouldn't have been able to get a championship run, because I would never have lost the title."

Little Wang steps in-between the arguing wrestlers.

Little Wang: "Whoa whoa whoa there people. Let's all calm down this is a peaceful boycott, no need to let tempers flare up. I'm sure you guys can taunt each other some other time. Look, you guys are scaring away the fans..."

Little Wang then takes a look at Zombie...

Little Wang: "Zombie, while you joined the boycott, you still are guilty of eating a bunch of villagers on live TV. Something we do not really approve of. The only reason you are still not dragged off to a cell somewhere is because of this loop hole you are exploiting because you are already declared legally dead."

The midget takes a look at The DWMA...

Little Wang: "Those titles you are holding, well after this boycott is over, Oriental Spices shall be winning them back, so don't get too comfortable with them."

Lastly he turns to Alexander Conway...

Little Wang: "And to you Conway. Honestly I know how good you are in the ring, in fact, that title you are holding now is proof of your skill... Right now you are at the top, but be assured once you reach the top there is nowhere else to go but down. I would wish you luck with your match with TMOM but I'm rooting for the big guy tonight."


The other half of the Oriental Spices steps forward.

Nao Fook Mi: "Okay now break it up, no need for this to get anymore unpleasant. You guys can return later when the street fight commences. Honestly, I do not think that this match should be allowed but I also understand this is already a pact between two men."

Fook Mi sighs heavily then continues.

Nao Fook Mi: "Mr. Monotomo, I do hope you will officiate this match as fairly as possible. As for me and Little Wang... Well it seems that since this is an unsanctioned match, I guess me and my partner will call the match for the benefit of those who are watching..."

The oriental beauty looks at her partner who nods in affirmation.

Nao Fook Mi: "This may be a street fight and there are no rules but I would like to implore everyone to keep this a one on one matter. No run-ins, no interference..."


The Morbidly Obese Man chuckles softly...

The Morbidly Obese Man: "I don't need any assistance to beat some sense into Conway Missy.... In fact I'm sure that even if he brought in his new partner O'Reilly, I would be able to handle him as well. So you don't have to worry your little ass off chica. I'll be fighting this punk SOLO. And sweetcheeks..."

The Morbidly Obese Man turns towards Nao Fook Mi...

The Morbidly Obese Man: "It'd be great hearing you and your partner commentate the match."

The big man turns to the crowd keeping their distance just in case a melee breaks out.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "So you guys are rootin' for me right?"

The crowd cheers loudly showing their support for the big wrestler.

The Morbidly Obese Man: ""Well Conway, we can talk all night but in the end, what matters is the end result. So see you in the streets later..."

The big man stares down at Conway.


Conway stares past The Morbidly Obese Man for a few seconds after he finishes, before realizing that he is being spoken to.

Alexander Conway: "I'm sorry, what was that? I got distracted by a dove, which is much more interesting than Little Wang and Nao Fook Mi's tirade or you trying to act tough. You're right, I can talk all night, because the end result is going to be the same as it has been the last eighty times I've fought someone bigger than me. My victory is a foregone conclusion, therefore, I've earned the right to talk as much as I would like."

Alexander turns from The Morbidly Obese Man and walks a few steps towards the crowd.

Alexander Conway: "No matter what you do, the prophesied ending will not be changed. You are going to lose this battle, just like all of these people that are supporting you lose everyday at the lottery."

Alexander turns back around and walks towards The Morbidly Obese Man.

Alexander Conway: "Tell me, why do you constantly try and get somebody to cheer for you? That little boy, Little Wang, and all of these people, what do you need them for? Are you so insecure, that you need these idiots to get behind you to feel good about yourself? Or maybe you didn't get enough attention when you were a kid, and are now trying to amend that? Whatever your reasoning, I feel sorry for you. These people will always expect from you things that you can not deliver, and they won't help you when you fall down."

Yuki Monotomo steps in between TMOM and Conway.

Yuki Monotomo: "Wait for the match to start before you start beating the hell out of each other. Of course I won't call disqualifications with this being a street fight, so if another wrestler decides to attack any either Conway or TMOM, your ass will take a beating from everyone here. I will call pinfalls anywhere even if it's on the roof of a moving bus. If I can see the pinfall, I'll call it.".

Yuki looks over to The Oriental Spices.


Yuki Monotomo: "And you can both tell that I'm going to call it fair. So give a good commentary for everyone at home."


The ladies man gives a thumbs up and winks at Nao Fook Mi before turning back to TMOM and Conway.


Yuki Monotomo: "So back up you two, and we can start this non-sanctioned street fight."




VS

Little Wang: "Welcome everyone, first of all would like to thank everyone who supported us in this boycott. As this is not an ULOL sanctioned event, it will be me and my beautiful partner Nao Fook Mi calling this street fight between Alexander Conway and The Morbidly Obese Man."
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Nao Fook Mi: "That's right, although I do not really approve of this street fight, a pact between men should be honored and that's what this is, a pact between Alexander Conway and The Morbidly Obese Man."

Little Wang: "Looks like both men are ready to go at each others' throat. Yuki Monotomo will be officiating this match and Yuki signals for the match to start!"

Yuki Monotomo: "LET'S GET IT ON!"

Little Wang: "TMOM and Conway start brawling on the sidewalk! Conway is wearing a pair of brass knuckles! He tries to throw down with TMOM but TMOM's fists are pushing Conway back to a parking meter... Having all that fat must really insulate TMOM from the impact of those brass knuckles."

Nao Fook Mi: "The Morbidly Obese Man just slammed Alexander Conway's head into the parking meter! He goes for it a second time... Conway blocks the attempt and counters! The Morbidly Obese Man this time gets his head slammed to the parking meter!"

Little Wang: "Oh! That parking meter is toast! Conway tries to Irish whip TMOM to a wall but TMOM puts on the brakes and Conway can't budge the big man. OH! Standing lariat takes Conway down to the concrete. TMOM going for a stomp..."

Nao Fook Mi: "Alexander Conway rolls away! It is clear that getting thrown to the concrete really hurts. Conway charges towards The Morbidly Obese Man, TMOM throws a big right but Conway dodges and swings on a street light post going around and kicking TMOM on the nape!"

Little Wang: "Alexander Conway uses a postal mail box to get some air time! He slams both fist with the brass knuckles into the TMOM's temple! I see the big man stagger. Conway goes for the kill."

Nao Fook Mi: "The Morbidly Obese Man catches Alexander Conway with a big chop as he is charging in! Conway staggers to an alley and The Morbidly Obese Man follows."

Little Wang: "Alexander Conway climbs on top of a dumpster and leaps towards TMOM! TMOM catches the crossbody and slams Conway's back into the dumpster! The Morbidly Obese Man finds a discarded crate and picks it up..."

Nao Fook Mi: "Alexander Conway finds an old steel pipe and uses it to hit The Morbidly Obese Man's kneecap! Conway takes the discarded crate away from TMOM and slams it to his head breaking it to pieces!"

Little Wang: "Conway climbs a ladder to a fire escape... He leaps over the railings... Flying double axe handle connects! The big man goes down! Conway quiickly hooks the leg... And that's one huge leg!"

Yuki Monotomo: "One! Two..."

Nao Fook Mi: "The Morbidly Obese Man kicks out! Conway climbs on top of the dumpster... He leaps but The Morbidly Obese Man rolls away and Conway's leg drop hits the concrete floor!"

Little Wang: "Oh man, that is going to leave a mark. TMOM lifts Conway up and throws him into the dumpster... TMOM shoves the dumpster into the street! INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC AND HERE COMES A DELIVERY VAN! Conway leaps out of the dumpster just as the van hits the dumpster! Close call for Conway."

Nao Fook Mi: "It looks like things are heating up The Morbidly Obese Man stuns Conway with an uppercut... He lifts Conway and slams him into a parked sedan's hood! He picks Conway up and again slams Conway into the front windshield of the car!"

Little Wang: "Whoa! TMOM climbs on top of the car and picks Conway up... I think the roof of the car is gonna give... TMOM looks like he's gonna powerbomb Conway unto the car... WAIT! Conway starts fighting back! He starts throwing punches and elbows into TMOM's head... Conway leaps off TMOM and takes TMOM's leg from under him!"

Nao Fook Mi: "The Morbidly Obese Man falls off the car roof and into the street! Here comes a delivery boy in a bicycle! He slams into TMOM and bounces off!"

Little Wang: "I'm pitying the delivery boy more than TMOM. Conway with a springboard spinning side kick from the car connects at TMOM! Conway jumps down and sees a garbage can... He picks up the can and uses it on TMOM's head!"

Nao Fook Mi: "Wait Brostar has come out with a sign... It says "The Morbidly Obese Man is gonna eat you Alexander Conway!" He intentionally walks into Conway's view distracting Alexander Conway who is giving him dagger looks."

Little Wang: "TMOM uses this opportunity to hit an atomic drop on Conway from behind! Irish whip by TMOM sends Conway smashing into a parked car! TMOM goes for the cover..."

Yuki Monotomo: "One! Two..."

Nao Fook Mi: "Conway gets a shoulder up! Brostar here is laughing out loud, I guess he wants to get back at Conway for his treatment last week. Wait! Ethan O'Reilly just blindsided Brostar! Ethan O'Reilly lifts Brostar onto his shoulders before twisting and slamming Brostar to the floor with a reverse thrown Death Valley Driver. he hits the Excidio on Brostar! Brostar is out!"

Little Wang: "Looks like O'Reilly wants to get into the action... He just threw a bat to Conway! Conway catches it and breaks it on TMOM's right shoulder! TMOM clutches his shoulder in pain! Conway shoves a man off his motorcycle... Conway drives the motorcycle towards TMOM in top speed!"

Nao Fook Mi: "WHOA! TMOM stops the motorcycle and Conway flies off it and over The Morbidly Obese Man! Wait! Conway twists in air grabs on to the sides of a parked pick-up truck stopping himself from crashing to the concrete."

Little Wang: "Great feat of agility by Conway! TMOM comes charging in. Conway goes low and takes TMOM's leg from under him with a well-placed forearm! TMOM staggers to one knee. Conway with a shining wizard and the big man is down! Conway tries for a cover... Here comes a car!"

Nao Fook Mi: "O'Reilly shouts out to warn Conway! Conway leaps out of the way! TMOM is still down! The car swerves just in time and only the side mirror hits TMOM's arm breaking off the car! Close call!"

Little Wang: "Conway seizes the opportunity and lands a couple of well placed kicks into that arm of TMOM, right at where that side mirror hit. Conway goes for another kick... TMOM catches Conway's leg, he grabs on and swings Conway into a car! Conway hits the car hard!"

Nao Fook Mi: "Uh-oh... TMOM grabs Conway up for a chokeslam... Conway kicks himself out of it! Conway attacks TMOM on the shin with a series of low kicks... TMOM goes down to one knee!"

Little Wang: "Conway charges in and slams his knee into TMOM's nose breaking it! Oh man that nose looks nasty. Conway goes for a follow up attack... He gets caught by TMOM who puts him in a bear hug! Conway tries to punch himself free concentrating on the gushing nose of The Morbidly Obese Man."

Nao Fook Mi: "Looks like Conway's attack is working! TMOM's grip is loosening... WAIT! The Morbidly Obese Man in a desperate attempt to keep control slams Conway's back into a fire hydrant! Conway is down and The Morbidly Obese Man tries a pin..."

Yuki Monotomo: "One! Two! Thr..."

Little Wang: "Conway hangs on! WHOA! Even TMOM looks shocked. TMOM tries to lift Conway up on his shoulders... HIS INJURED ARM GIVES WAY AND CONWAY IS ABLE TO ESCAPE! Irish whip by Conway sends TMOM slamming into a street sign!"

Nao Fook Mi: "Conway grabs a skateboard from a young boy... He slams it into TMOM's broken nose! TMOM's in trouble! Alexander Conway has a smile on his face... He lifts the skateboard up... It's Brostar again, he's bleeding but he takes the skateboard from Conway and hands it to the owner!"

Little Wang: "Conway is pissed. Conway with a spear takes Brostar down to the concrete and delivers some heavy pounding on Brostar! TMOM gets the opening he needs! He picks up Conway and bodyslams him into the concrete! The Morbidly Obese Man shoves his opponent down unto the concrete, he leaps up into the air and sits down on them with such force crushing them to the concrete and pinning them to the floor executing a morbidly horrifying Massive Sit Down!!!"

Yuki Monotomo: "One! Two! Three!"

Nao Fook Mi: "The Morbidly Obese Man wins! He gets a win over Conway in a brutal match! The Morbidly Obese Man staggers back up to his feet... WHAT THE?!"

Little Wang: "A SEMI IS HEADING TOWARDS TMOM! OH MY GOD!!! THE SEMI HITS THE MORBIDLY OBESE MAN!!! TMOM IS A BROKEN MESS ON THE CONCRETE!"

Nao Fook Mi: "Wait, looks a the driver... IT'S ETHAN O'REILLY! What a cruel and cowardly thing to do! I think we hear sirens..."

Little Wang: "Looks like the cops are finally coming to the scene... Er... How will we explain this?"

Nao Fook Mi: "Marcus Troy has come out! The general manager of ULOL has come out..."

Little Wang: "Did he just shove a thick wad of cash at the police officers?! I can't believe it, the cops are leaving!!!"

Nao Fook Mi: "Troy just walked over to Ethan O'Reilly and shook his hand! Oh man, what a night... Someone call 911!"


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