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PostSubject: Lucha Loco 11/20/2010   Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:19 pm



Jim Jackson: "Welcome wrestling fans to another evening of wrestling lunacy here at Lucha Loco. Joining me tonight is my less than lovable partner, Brad Blood."

Brad Blood: "HEY!!! I'm lovable, my mom says so..."

Jim Jackson: "Anyway, we have a great card for everyone watching tonight, including Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing versus Shogun as the main event tonight. So without further ado, LET THE LUNACY BEGIN!"

Brad Blood: "Don't I get to say anything else?"

Jim Jackson: "Nope."






"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 quickly makes his way down the ring in his signature three piece Armani suit and a cigar between his lips. Accompanying the general manager is Bob Bobbie the intern with a briefcase. A mic is handed to him as he enters the ring with Bobbie.

Marcus Troy: "Well it looks like the cat is out, I still planned to hold off announcing this until the end of the month but Mr. Conway seem to have let it slip last week that I will be unveiling a world title for ULOL. Since the cat is already out of the bag."

Bob Bobbie opens the briefcase and holds it up, Marcus Troy lifts the lid and takes out a belt and shows it to the audience who responds stereotypically with OOHs and AHHs.

Marcus Troy: "This is the ULOL Primo Ultimo title, the top title of United League of Lunatics and this title will be up for grabs next week! That's right I already have selected the wrestlers who shall be battling for the gold. The winner will walk away with ULOL's top prize. What better way to select a champion than with a ten-man battle royale for ULOL's top title!"

Murmurs of excitement are heard from the crowd as the eagerly await who will be part of the match of a lifetime.

Marcus Troy: "On November 27, 2010 the main event of Lucha Loco we shall have Alexander Conway, Allister King, Nao Fook Mi, Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing, Raven Connoly, Shogun, Sr. Gonzalez, Taufik, The Morbidly Obese Man and "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson battle it out for the chance to make history as ULOL's first Primo Ultimo champion!"

Marcus Troy raises the belt high as the crowd goes wild at the announcement. He slowly lowers the belt back to the briefcase and closes it. With Bob Bobbie in tow, both men exit the ring and head backstage as the electricity of his announcement still runs live through the crowd.






The scene started with Taufik walking around backstage as all off the sudden, Stephanie Dawson came to Taufik as she has something to say.

Stephanie Dawson: "Hey "Dashing" Taufik. I heard that you'll be in a Ten man battle royal. And it's against the toughest wrestles around, and most of them you haven't even faced yet."

Taufik stops Stephanie Dawson while in a middle of her talking.

Taufik: "Hey, is this an interview?"

Stephanie Dawson: Well it's not an interview "Mr. Dashing", let's just say I want to know your thoughts about it. You see, I just don't want you and your beautiful face there to get marred in any way."

Taufik: "Well don't worry about it sweetheart. I will not let anyone bruise this face no matter what. So you wanna know my thoughts? Okay I will tell you now. I'm totally psyched out for this battle royal. Basically, it's gonna be the fight of my life next week as the people I'm facing are world championship material or some of them even have held a world title before in different federations. I will enter the battle royal as the ultimate underdog in this match.

Stephanie Dawson: "Well as an advance for next week. I got to give you something. You know, for good luck."

Stephanie Dawson gives a small kiss in the cheek of Taufik and Taufik is surprised about the gift he received from the beautiful Stephanie Dawson, who walked away from Taufik like a girl who has a crush on him and as Taufik heads to The Entourage locker room the scene slowly fades to black.






"Faith Love Hope by Starsailor" blasts through the arena speakers as the arena fills with smoke. Red spotlights scatter around the arena and follow a mysterious figure in a hooded cloak. He raises his arms and slowly spins before he makes his way down the ramp, into the ring grabbing a mic.

Mysterious Figure: "Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing first: from Las Vegas, Nevada. Standing at 5-feet-10 inches, weighing in at 155 pounds."

The mysterious figure removes his hood and drops his coat flicking his hair.

Lucian Blackheart: "Lucian..."Ace"...BLACKHEART!"

Lucian Blackheart pauses for a moment and poses for the crowd.

Lucian Blackheart: "My name is Lucian Blackheart. Now I'm obviously not very known in the wrestling world, probably because this is the beginning of my wrestling career. Given my past, the people who do know me may question how I got here. Some say I gambled my way in here, some say I hustled my way in here. But it doesn't matter how I got here, only that I'm here. Now I want to introduce you to ULOL's newest star. The only star that matters in this company.

Lucian looks towards the stage area, as the camera pan over to the stage.

Lucian Blackheart: "Back here camera man! See.. I'd like to do that. But the person I am referring to is myself. Looking at the current Lightweight roster, I noticed something. A list of nobodies, and then I saw something else. A name that shined brighter then any other. That name was Lucian.. "Ace" ...BLACKHEART!"

Lucian pauses for a brief moment as the camera zooms in on him as he gives a very sadistic smile.

Lucian Blackheart: "So pretty soon I'm going to have a match. I hear this guy is some random jobber hired for the night. Hired for me to showboat my natural ability. The ability to destroy a man, while I remain untouched. So tonight, for the full price of 2 dollars and 55 cents! Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for Andrew Hunter everybody. I'm sure he'd like to join us all out here if he wasn't to busy backstage shaking in his boots."

Lucian Blackheart hands the mic over to Jasmine Lee. He stares down towards the stage area awaiting his opponent for the night.



VS

Jasmine Lee: "The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Lucian Blackheart!"

Jim Jackson: "We got Lucian Blackheart making his debut in ULOL."

Brad Blood: "We have good talent coming through those doors. Blackheart's going to have quite a few opportunities to prove himself against some quality opposition."

Jasmine Lee: "His opponent, Andrew Hunter!"

"New Divide" by Linkin Park blasts through the arena. Andrew Hunter appears on the top of the ramp, straightening out his elbow pads. He smiles as he begins walking down the ramp. Andrew slaps the hands of the fans on his left, followed by the fans on his right. He slides underneath the ropes and quickly bounces back up, jumping up on a turnbuckle.

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter looking eager to have a go with Lucian Blackheart."

Brad Blood: "Both men look eager, but who is more ready for it?"

Jim Jackson: "They lock up...Hunter manages to grab Blackheart in a headlock, but Blackheart throws him off. Only to get run down by Andrew Hunter off the ropes! Hunter quickly clips Blackheart across the head with a kick! He's got Lucian...snapmare, followed by a kick to the back of the head!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter quickly working to ground Lucian Blackheart."

Jim Jackson: "Hunter grabs Blackheart by the leg, but Blackheart kicks him away! Blackheart with the presence of mind to quickly roll himself to his feet, but Hunter on top of NO! Blackheart shoots under him with a double leg takedown!"

Brad Blood: "Lucian Blackheart putting his martial arts skills to good use."

Jim Jackson: "Blackheart manages to mount Hunter, and drill him with some hard shots to the face! Hunter trying to fight his way out of it, but Blackheart holding his position!"

Brad Blood: "Blackheart has him...knees Hunter in the face!"

Jim Jackson: "And he follows up with a sidekick to the ribs! Hard elbow to the side of Hunter's head!"

Brad Blood: "Stiff strikes by Lucian Blackheart...followed by a running neckbreaker!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter kicks out! Blackheart picks him up, but is surprised by a jawbreaker!"

Brad Blood: "Lucian's holding his face in pain!"

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter still laying in the ring, though. Blackheart staggering towards the prone ANDREW HUNTER SUDDENLY HOOKS HIS LEGS UNDER HIM, FLIPPING HIM OVER WITH A FRANKENSTEINER WHILE LYING DOWN!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter taking a page from AJ Styles' playbook!"

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter getting to his feet! He's still trying to shake off the grogginess! But he catches a charging Blackheart with a tilt-a-whirl slam!"

Brad Blood: "And Lucian's rolling out of the ring!"

Jim Jackson: "Lucian Blackheart with the presence of mind to quickly try to put some space between himself and his opponent! But Hunter slides out of the ring after him! He grabs Blackheart, and rams him into the guardrail!"

Brad Blood: "Lucian's losing control of the match!"

Jim Jackson: "Hunter rolls Blackheart back into the ring! He's climbing in after him, but Blackheart shoots to his feet and charges at Hunter!"

Brad Blood: "He missed!"

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter saw him coming, and stepped out of the way! He drills a kick to Blackheart's head! Blackheart dangling dangerously through the ropes!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter just grabs him, and jumps back to the floor!"

Jim Jackson: "He just yanked Lucian Blackheart through the ropes, and let gravity do the rest! Hunter gets back in the ring, but only to break the ten count!"

Brad Blood: "And he gets back out just long enough to do a double foot stomp on the back of Lucian Blackheart!"

Jim Jackson: "Hunter returning to the ring. He's catching a breather, while his opponent tries to get back to his feet!"

Brad Blood: "Oh no, Hunter's heading back out again. He grabs Blackheart...throws him back in the ring. And Lucian Blackheart is begging off! He's backing away from Andrew Hunter!"

Jim Jackson: "Only a ruse! But Hunter blocks Blackheart's attempted kick! Dragon screw to Blackheart! Blackheart trying to limp away!"

Brad Blood: "But he gives Hunter the opening!"

Jim Jackson: "Hunter misses with a roundhouse kick off the ropes! Blackheart lunges at him with a flying body block!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Hunter kicks out! Lucian Blackheart is stung with a solid strike to the face! Hunter hooks his arm around his head...and hits the suplex!"

Brad Blood: "He floats over for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Blackheart kicks out! Hunter has Blackheart but BLACKHEART LIFTS HIM OVER AND PLANTS HIM WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "Blackheart couldn't get the three! He's still getting the short end of the match, but he's managing to put up a fight!"

Jim Jackson: "Hunter clips him with a dropkick! And now Hunter with the pin!"

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

Brad Blood: "Oh no that was two! That was two!"

Jim Jackson: "Jack B. Nimble correcting himself, and telling Andrew Hunter the match is still on! Hunter stalking the dazed Lucian Blackheart! He grabs him from behind and hits a suplex! No, Blackheart lands on his feet behind him"

Jim Jackson: "PUMP KICK to Hunter's face!"

Brad Blood: "Andrew Hunter just fell lifeless to the mat!"

Jim Jackson: "And Lucian Blackheart falls right on top of him!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Andrew Hunter not dead yet, as he shoots the shoulder up to break the count! But Blackheart...drops him with a Michinoku driver!"

Brad Blood: "He's got him covered!"

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

Jim Jackson: "No, the official stops himself because Hunter's foot is under the ropes! Blackheart pulls Hunter to the center of the ring...and he hits the ropes for a lionsault!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter rolls out of the way!"

Jim Jackson: "But Blackheart manages to land on his feet! Blackheart after Hunter, but Hunter dodges! Andrew Hunter with a flying clothesline off the ropes!"

Brad Blood: "Lucian ducks it! Blackheart nails him with a shining wizard!"

Jim Jackson: "Hunter's in trouble! Lucian Blackheart whips the opponent to the turnbuckle following through with a leaping shining wizard. Lucian Blackheart then springboards off the second rope and kicks the opponent in the temple executing a deathly Four of a Kind!"

Brad Blood: "Hunter's out cold!"

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

Jasmine Lee: "The winner of the match, by pinfall, Lucian Blackheart!"

Jim Jackson: "Blackheart gets the win on his debut match!"

Brad Blood: "This guy's putting the rest of the roster on notice!"




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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 11/20/2010   Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:21 pm



The cameras walk in to notice that a group of workers have come out of nowhere and are tearing down the entrance to the ring.

Guy who appears to be in charge: "We need to get this done soon, so just open a bigger hole and put some sticks, you know? There's no time for more. After this, we gotta go build a locker room, so hurry up!"

The workers start widening the entrance, hitting the walls with hammers and stuff like that.

Walking backstage, foregoing her bunion massages, the vice-general manager of United League of Lunatics who looks like a homely grandmother comes upon the demolition crew. Not being informed of any sort of construction, she makes her way to the workers.

Eunice P. Winslow: "Excuse me young man, but I am the vice-general manager of this place and I haven't heard about any renovations of the sort. In fact I can also be sure that since we are just kicking off again, we do not have the budget to cover for this. So what in god's name are you all doing tearing down a perfectly good entrance tunnel? Now you better all explain yourself or I'm calling the cops, vandalism of private property is a serious offense young man."

Eunice P. Winslow pulls out her cellphone and prepares to dial.


The guy in charge orders the rest of the workers to stop for a moment. He crosses his arms and talks to the vice-GM.

Guy who appears to be in charge: "Look, ma'am. I, uhh, see, I was just told to do this, you are gonna have to speak with Araya. He's the one who knows what's going on. You could call him if you want, I can give you the number."

The guy in charge stand there with his arms crossed, nervously looking around, but trying to hide it.

Eunice P. Winslow: "Well if this Araya person knows what's going on then I would want to speak with him. Here's my phone, get him on and stop all work until I know what's going on. If not I'll call immigration and the cops to haul you and your illegal alien workers out of our premises faster than you can blink. This property belongs to United League of Lunatics and not this Araya person, you have no right to trespass and to demolish anything without the consent of the owner or the persons in-charge here, namely me or Marcus Troy. Am I understood?"

The vice-general manger hands her phone to the foreman and folds her arms waiting for the call. It is clear to all that this granny is not happy with what is going on about the ULOL premises.

Eunice P. Winslow: "Now quickly dial up this Araya person, my bunions are starting to act up and if you don't get him on the line soon, I'll have you and your crew massage my bunions for me."

Mrs. Winslow snaps her fingers and a crew of security personnel appear seemingly from out of nowhere and surrounds the area.


Guy in charge: Alright, alright, calm down ma'am!

The guy takes out a cellphone and dials a number. He starts speaking in spanish with this guy Araya. They argue for several minutes and then he finally hangs up. The guy in charge shouts to all of his workers, who have been lazying around.

Guy in charge: "People, we've gotta go! Pick up all of the stuff and go!"

The workers moan as they begging picking up the tools and their construction material and start taking it outside. The guy in charge turns to Eunice before leaving.

Guy in charge: "Gonzalez is not going to be happy..."





Stank Lord and Brostar are in their locker room with Lord speaking.

Stank Lord: "Lawsuit! Why am I been sued?"

Brostar: "Well two weeks ago you farted in that interviewer's face now you have to pay the price.".

Stank Lord: "No no this can't happen you need to help me out of this ok."

Brostar: "Well I don't want to say but for once I agree with, if there is anyone that is going to do anything to you it should be me so for for this time only I will help you, but after I help you I want something in return, I want a bit of freedom in this stable and some of the control over it.".

Stank Lord: "Well, ok. But if you fail well you should know what will happen."

With that said Stank Lord leaves the locker room.

~The camera fades away~






Arnold "GoodFella" Bold is sitting in The Entourage locker room while “Dashing” Taufik is standing near the mirror checking himself out. GoodFella pours himself a glass of juice however, deep down inside, what he really wants is a glass of martini. He sighs deeply as alcohol has been taken away from his daily supplements, courtesy of Manolo Ferrer, his manager who instructed him with a new diet. GoodFella decides to think of happy thoughts, a smile appeared in a face of Arnold "GoodFella" Bold, slowly spreading cheek to cheek as he remembered the victory against the Stinker Lord and Brostar.

Arnold ”GoodFella” Bold: "Hey Taufik I was so pumped that we destroyed
Brostar. Thanks to that freaking lawyer showed up, I didn't see that coming. Serves him right, stupid Stinky Lord can’t keep his friend in his trousers. A good break for us, I know that he wanted to do nasty things to Stephanie, serves him right that pervert. I never have thought that she would sue him though. Still, we won our first match and that's all that matters."


GoodFella looks at Taufik which which irritated him, he just can't stomach Taufik acting like a girl.

Arnold ”GoodFella” Bold: "What do you think Taufik?"

GoodFella chugs down the juice before making a disappointed expression on his face.


Manolo Ferrer enters Entourage's locker room. He smiles as he greets Taufik and GoodFella.

Manolo Ferrer: "Good match. You have evened out your setbacks on opening night. It's good to see neither of you were distracted by that woman. What she did to Stank Lord should be a lesson for the two of you about the other employees who work here."

Mr. Ferrer gives a meaningful look to Taufik when he says this.

Manolo Ferrer: "Now we must build on the momentum we've earned. Stank Lord and Brostar had several problems that hurt them when they competed against you. Other opponents are not going to have those problems. We celebrate for now, but tomorrow we're going to review film of any other teams who are also in ULOL."



Taufik looks at the mirror checking at his face whether there's any imperfections. Once he's done checking, he greets Mr.Manolo and then he looks at Arnold and replies to him.

Taufik: "Arnold, it's good that we destroyed Brostar and about Stanklord, he has other things that he also should be sued for. Especially the way he looked, smell and dress up. I wouldn't blame the girl that going for a law suit at and she should press other charges to Stank Lord too. I mean the way he grooms himself, that's a crime by itself."

Taufik goes to the fridge and takes out a piece of chicken with the skin removed and takes a bite out of it before he continues talking.

Taufik: "This week, I don't have a match but you do, and you'll be facing Stank Lord. We need to make sure you win and I think we need to defer to Mr. Ferrer for his wisdom on our strategy."

Taufik takes another bite out of the chicken as he awaits for a reply.


GoodFella thinks for a minute and remembers what you wanted to say. He looks at his partner then his manager..

Arnold ”GoodFella” Bold: "Yeah, this week it again will be me against Stank Lord in a single match. I'm sure that I will be able to take him."

GoodFella pauses.

Arnold ”GoodFella” Bold: "But after I defeat Stank Lord, there's another somebody I think would look good on my resume, "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson... He's getting a little cocky lately and we need to take him down. What do you say Mr. Manolo? You think he's a good target for The Entourage?"


Manolo Ferrer does not answer at first as he runs through the choices being offered.

Manolo Ferrer: "Management were quite quick to book you against Stank Lord. Sounds like he's a bit too hasty about getting a match with you. Still, beating him in a tag match isn't the same as wrestling him one on one. Remember the mistake Brostar made when he decided to fight Stank Lord. Remember too that he and Brostar were doing quite a good job trying to make you two lose the tag match."

Manolo Ferrer pauses briefly, to make sure he is able to get the point across to both wrestlers.

Manolo Ferrer: "Now, we have someone challenging us to a match. I'm going to go see what this is all about. Okay?"


GoodFella nods.

Arnold "GoodFella" Bold: "Sure boss go find out about Johnson and his whining. I will concentrate on the task at hand, after this beating, I assure you that Stank Lord will be no longer with us. His place will be in hospital room and then we can work on other challenges. I put my complete faith in you Mr. Ferrer."

Arnold sits down and pours more apple juice into the glass and takes a gulp from it.


Taufik looked at the TV and was surprised on the announcement about the ULOL Primo Ultimo championship match that will be held next week. And his name is being called into that match. With excitement he break the news to Manolo and Arnold

Taufik: Hey guys. Look, my name is being included in the ULOL Primo Ultimo match against others. But there will be nine other men. Wait, Come to think of it, I've realized that there are two women and I'm not so sure whether I should called this person a man or a big pile of fat all over his body who is going to involved in this match. So instead I have four men, two women and one EXTREMELY big pile of fat that's gonna involved in this battle royale. But anyhow I am extremely shocked and excited that I have may have a feeling that one of my eye brow is out of the line. What shall I do Mr.Manolo?

Taufik goes to the mirror and check out whether his eye brows is out of the line as he waits for Mr.Manolo or Arnold to reply.


Manolo Ferrer barely skips a beat as he watches Taufik watching himself in the mirror.

Manolo Ferrer: "I'd start reviewing film of your opponents for this big match, if I were you. You'll need to study them to figure out what moves they usually go for, what they do when they're being beaten down, so you will be ready come match day."

Manolo Ferrer prepares to step out to check on "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson's challenge.

Manolo Ferrer: "I'll have someone send you video of their matches for you to study. We're in ULOL to win."

Mr. Ferrer leaves.






The scene opens backstage, the camera is walking through the corridors of the ULOL arena. Something at the end of the long hall catches the camera's attention, it starts moving closer to that something. The thing is a solitary figure, it doesn't appear to notice the camera encroaching on it. The camera moves ever closer, it is apparent now that the figure is a man. Not just any man, but the man from Calgary, Alexander Conway. He is dressed in that black designer tuxedo from when he first came to ULOL, it seems he's taken a liking to it.

Alexander is starring at something on a bulletin board. On closer examination, it is revealed that he is looking at a piece of paper with various matches on it. The date at the top of the page is today, 11/20/2010.

Alexander Conway: "Unbelievable....Marcus Troy didn't book his hottest single commodity for tonight's show! How can you even have a show without the ever entertaining Mr. Calgary?"

Alexander stares at the show card intently, as if expecting it to suddenly change in order to include him. After a few moments, he begins to speak again.

Alexander Conway: "I know what Troy is doing! It's obvious that he wants to give me the night off, so that I may be well rested for the 10-man battle royale next week!"

Alexander turns and starts walking up another hallway, still oblivious to the cameraman's presence.

Alexander Conway: "That Troy...he's a crafty one, I'll give him that! Well, I certainly don't want to waste this opportunity. It's time for some pre-royale scouting."



VS

Jasmine Lee: "The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Brostar, here is the Stank Lord!"

"This Stinks" plays as Stank Lord appears on stage, accompanied by his minion Brostar. The two men make their way to the ring.

Brad Blood: "Why is Brostar wearing...that?"

Jim Jackson: "Something tells me you should ask Stank Lord that."

Jasmine Lee: "His opponent, accompanied by Taufik and their manager, Mr. Manolo Ferrer, here is Arnold "GoodFella" Bold"

"Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top starts to sound, the light suddenly turns off after a few seconds it starts again and we see Arnold Bold, Taufik and Manolo Ferrer already standing in the middle of the ring. GoodFella is pointing to his trademark Conway Satisfaction

Brad Blood: "Cool entrance."

Jim Jackson: "But does GoodFella have the steak to go with the sizzle? GoodFella is taking on someone who has made a name for himself making anyone he could get his hands on dance the humiliation conga. Granted, it got him into a lawsuit with Stephanie Dawson, but Stank Lord is clearly an unpredictable, dangerous opponent."

Brad Blood: "Probably all the more so now that he's now in hot water with this lawsuit. GoodFella could be the unlucky guy who bears the brunt of Stank Lord's frustrations."

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Stank Lord wastes no time attacking Arnold Bold! Big strikes staggering the GoodFella! Bold manages to grab a headlock, but the Stank Lord throws him off! Drops Bold off the rebound with a clothesline!"

Brad Blood: "And he follows that up with a gut wrench suplex!"

Jim Jackson: "The Stank Lord drills a dazed GoodFella with a knee to the side of the head! He picks him up...half nelson, and runs Arnold Bold right into the corner! And now he's trying to choke Bold against the ropes!"

Brad Blood: "Just last week, Stank Lord's plans for himself in the United League of Lunatics got sidetracked. But if he manages to win tonight, he could very well be at least making a recovery on his wrestling career!"

Jim Jackson: "Arnold Bold reeling from Stank Lord's attack! Taufik concerned about his partner, while Manolo Ferrer stoically looks on."

Brad Blood: "The Entourage have certainly been getting a lot of attention in ULOL lately. First their match with Stank Lord and Brostar, then they get challenge by "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson."

Jim Jackson: "Manolo Ferrer himself turned down UJJ's request, and tried to offer him his services as a manager. But Johnson likewise turned down Ferrer's offer. I think it couldn't have hurt for Entourage to have accepted Johnson's challenge."

Brad Blood: "I disagree. Mr. Ferrer's got a point about all the risks in UJJ's challenge being on the shoulders of the Entourage. Can you imagine how big of a hit their image would have taken if one guy managed to beat them in a handicap match?"

Jim Jackson: "Arnold Bold staggers Stank Lord with a hard shot to the jaw! He cracks the Stank Lord's face with a codebreaker! GoodFella throws himself on top of Stank Lord for the cover!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Kickout!"

Brad Blood: "Arnold Bold will have to do a lot more than that if he hopes to win this match!"

Jim Jackson: "Bold's companions are egging him on to fight! Meanwhile, Brostar is just standing in his corner, not really showing any emotion of any sort."

Brad Blood: "He's probably gonna break out the kazoos and celebrate if Stank Lord gets his head handed to him tonight!"

Jim Jackson: "Necktie bulldog by GoodFella takes Stank Lord back down! He's trying for another pin!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Only two! Bold on his feet...and he's pointing at Brostar."

Brad Blood: "Maybe he's trying to tell him the Entourage will be liberating him tonight."

Jim Jackson: "GoodFella picks up the Stank Lord. He's got him in a headlock...runs to the corner but the Stank Lord shoves him off!"

Brad Blood: "GoodFella nearly crashes into the turnbuckle!"

Jim Jackson: "But he can't dodge! the Stank Lord's avalanche! Arnold Bold's propped up limply in the corner!"

Brad Blood: "Not for long!"

Jim Jackson: "Stank Lord peels GoodFella out of the corner! Running charge SLAMS Arnold Bold into the opposite ring corner! Bold just crumples to the mat!"

Brad Blood: "Stank Lord sees Bold laying limp in the corner! I don't like the look on his face!"

Jim Jackson: "Neither do Taufik and Manolo Ferrer! Ferrer is on the ring apron, shouting at his man to get out of the ring!"

Brad Blood: "The Stank Lord is going after Mr. Ferrer!"

Jim Jackson: "Mr. Ferrer quickly jumping off the apron! Stank Lord taunting him as he goes back to Arnold Bold! But he sees Taufik trying to get in the ring!"

Brad Blood: "The Stank Lord is telling the referee to keep Taufik out! He's yelling at Brostar to give him a hand, but Brostar's just standing there with his arms folded across his chest!"

Jim Jackson: "Brostar looks perfectly content to let the Stank Lord fend for himself! Stank Lord standing over the limp Arnold Bold! Getting ready to give him the Stinkface!"

Brad Blood: "Waitasec GoodFella shoots his legs up around Stank Lord's arms! He's pulling Stank Lord down in a victory roll!"

Jim Jackson: "He's pulling on Stank Lord's tights!"

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

Jasmine Lee: "The winner of the match, by pinfall, Arnold "GoodFella" Bold!"

Jim Jackson: "Arnold Bold pulling some quick and decidedly sneaky tactics to steal the win away from Stank Lord! And the Stank Lord isn't happy about it at all!"

Brad Blood: "The referee didn't see GoodFella holding onto his tights! Quite frankly I think he really didn't want to lay eyes on that sweaty, hairy buttcrack of his!"

Jim Jackson: "The Stank Lord is attacking GoodFella! But Taufik rushes in to stop him! We have a two versus one beatdown!"

Brad Blood: "Mr. Ferrer is stepping into the ring! He's giving instructions to the Entourage as they kick the crap out of Stank Lord!"

Jim Jackson: "Brostar is entering the ring! He's got a chair! The Entourage and Manolo Ferrer quickly bail out!"

Brad Blood: "Brostar standing between Stank Lord and the Entourage!"

Jim Jackson: "Mr. Ferrer is yelling at Brostar, telling him he's making a mistake taking sides with Stank Lord! But Brostar just threatens to swing that chair right across Ferrer's face!"

Brad Blood: "Brostar is saving Stank Lord's bacon!"


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 11/20/2010   Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:22 pm



"Asylum" by Disturbed starts to play as the entrance way explodes with fire. Bloodflame walks through the fire and makes his way to the ring, mic in hand. He enters the ring, shaking his head before raising the mic to his lips.

Bloodflame: "Last week was a joke! I didn't even break a sweat, for Christ's sake! I thought this was the ULOL! And now, this week, they put me in the ring against some snot-nosed little turd who, from what I saw last week, can't even wrestle! Eh, whatever. I'll just do what I did when I was here last time. I'll maim and cripple whoever I need to to get to the top. The poor boy will be like a lamb being led to the slaughter. And I always did enjoy a good slaughter. Welcome to hell, little man. Enjoy it while you still can.

Bloodflame tosses the mic aside and exits the ring, grinning evilly as he thinks about the pain he plans to inflict on poor little Nicky.





The scene opens inside the ULOL arena, the fans go crazy with cheers as the cameras pan around the entire arena. The fans go silent for a while but then cheer again as 'Papercut' by Linkin Park starts blaring over the arena. Once the song's guitar rythmn kicks in, UJJ appears on the stage through a spark shower. He walks down the ramp slapping hands with a few fans as he rolls into the ring. He grabs a mic which was placed on the mat. The music dies down and UJJ begins to speak.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "Last week I was triumphant in defeating the Mexican and the lard ass."

The fans cheer as they were happy with this result.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "And with that win it has most definatley put me one step closer into capturing the err Mucho Librago err this crazy fed's version of a World Heavyweight Championship. However, as you may have noticed. Speedy Gonzalez thought it'll be smart to spit in my face after our triple threat match."

The fans boo once Sr. Gonzalez's name is heard.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "That old Mexican doesn't know how deep of a hole he is in right now. But. I'll let him off this time. One, because he isn't here, or was but isn't anymore. Because I have yet to see him. Which is lucky for him because, well we all know why. But as you can see we are coming to the end of the show. Why is this a big deal? Well you guys have yet to see me in action."

The fans boo loudly.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "I know, I know. It's terrible, blame Marcus. But fear not. I'm here to issue an open challenge. But this isn't an open challenge where anone can answer, oh no. You see I have already chosen my opponents. You see I want to give you guys the best possible Main Event. So thats why I'm asking. The Entourage to come out here and answer my challenge. Yes that's right The Entourage vs yours truly.

UJJ leans forward on the ropes facing the stage awaiting his potential opponents to come out and answer.


A man dressed in a business suit steps onto the stage without any fanfare. No music, no special intro video. Just a microphone in hand.

It is Manolo Ferrer, the manager of The Entourage. His expression is neutral as he begins to speak.


Manolo Ferrer: "I will be speaking on behalf of my clients, Mr. Taufik and Mr. Bold. But before I reply to your request, I would like to address someone who is scheduled to wrestle one of my clients. And by someone, I mean the Stank Lord."

Manolo Ferrer begins talking as he momentarily ignores Jack Johnson, who is still in the ring.

Manolo Ferrer: "I can imagine the pressure you must be under right now, Stank Lord. You have a sexual harassment suit to fight, and the accuser has it all on video, seen by audiences around the world. You're probably very distracted and distressed by it, and would want more time to prepare your legal defense. I have a proposal for you, Stank Lord."

Manolo Ferrer pauses, as if to make sure he has Stank Lord's attention.

Manolo Ferrer: "We are open to you forfeiting your match against Mr. Bold, so that you can be better prepared for your lawsuit. If I were you, I would be spending as much time as possible preparing to defend myself in court. I certainly would not want you to blame my client, the GoodFella, for being a factor in how you are able to prepare for your legal defense. So think it over, Stank Lord. It is probably better for you to forfeit this match, so you can be ready for your fight with Ms. Dawson."

Satisfied that he has made clear what his offer is, Manolo Ferrer returns his focus on the man standing in the ring.

Manolo Ferrer: "I will be speaking on behalf of my clients, Mr. Taufik and Mr. Bold. The answer is no."

Boos can be heard as Manolo Ferrer begins providing more details on his answer.

Manolo Ferrer: "I have to look out for what is best for my clients. Accepting a handicap match is not something that will enhance their standing as a tag team. If the Entourage fight and defeat you, all they will get is some snark ridicule about how two men are supposed to beat one man. But, if you defeat them, then they are seen as incompetent and weak."

Manolo Ferrer continues, before Jack Johnson can respond.

Manolo Ferrer: "At this point I expect you to accuse me or my clients of being cowards for not accepting your challenge. This is a business decision, Mr. Johnson. I am not interested in having the Entourage pose as the Spirit Squad to indulge you in your Shawn Michaels fantasy. But, if you are interested, I would be willing to offer you my managerial services, so that you can truly live up to your billing of being...unstoppable."

Manolo Ferrer goes silent for a few moments, gauging how Jack Johnson would react to what he had to say.

Manolo Ferrer: "I will leave you to think it over, Mr. Johnson. I have to help my client prep for his match.

The manager turns off his mic, and turns around to head back to the locker room.


Boos can be heard throughout the arena as Manolo leaves. UJJ sighs and laughs.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "Hahahaha! Managerial services? I'm sorry to disappoint you Manolo, but you are currently managing probably the two biggest jackasses in the wrestling business to date. There is no way that I am being part of your 'services'. I have come this far alone, I have become what I am today alone. So thanks but no thanks."

The fans cheer as UJJ declines Manolo's offer.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "Well it seems that The Entourage are scared to get beat by me. I don't blame them. But still, I have no opponent. So it seems that picking my opponent isn't the right way to go. So this is an open challenge. Anyone care to come out and get beat? It's either that or I go out there and find someone."

UJJ drops the mic, hoping that someone answers the challenge this time.


THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!!

The ground shook as the familiar sound of thumping gets louder. Out from the entrance tunnel comes the leviathan of a man also known as The Morbidly Obese Man. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and brings a mic to his hand.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Aww, what's wrong Jack, you look like you've been rejected by your life partner! No one wants to play with you anymore? Tsk tsk tsk... That's what you get for having a name like Jack Johnson. People will always misinterpret you for Jacking your Johnson."

A soft chuckle starts to echo from the crowd. It is clear that "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson is getting pissed.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Whoa there Johnson, I was only kidding, no need to get your panties in a bunch. But seriously I came out here because I have a little offer I want to put on your table. Now now, before you say NAY, I would like you to hear me out. Besides you've got nothing to lose."

The Morbidly Obese Man pauses and looks at "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson, certain that Johnson was willing to listen, the fat wrestler continues.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "It is no secret that we do not like each other, in fact I am certain you feel the same way I do when we see each other. We both feel the urge to bash each others' face in. But then again we've faced each other in the ring countless of times and we both know what we are both capable of. So this is what I propose. The Morbidly Obese Man and "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson, a tag team!"

Gasps are heard throughout the arena as even the crowd was surprised at the big man's proposal.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Yes, I am serious in my offer. We don't have to like each other Johnson, we only have to win our matches. And if we partner ourselves, we'll have a legit reason to go after your target earlier, The Entourage. Just think about it, in no time we shall become the premier tag team in the United League of Lunatics, kinda have a nice ring to it right?"

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson stands quietly in the ring deep in thought.

The Morbidly Obese Man: "Think about it Johnson, I'm in no rush, once you've figured out your answer, you know where to find me."

The Morbidly Obese Man turns around and exits to the backstage leaving "Unstoppable" Jack Johnson alone in the ring.

THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!!


UJJ looks at the stage where TMOM was once standing. He looks around at the fans cheering at him.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "UJJ and TMOM a tag team."

Some fans cheer and some boo at the thought of the two biggest titans in ULOL tagging.

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "Well, it is true I hate the lard ass, in fact everytime I catch sight of him I just wanna beat him to a bloody pulp. Yes, he's right. We have had our fair share of matches, we both know what he's capable of and everyone knows what i'm capable of, I mean I have won in all of our encounters except the one where Gonzalez interfered."

UJJ breaks off for a minute whilst most fans chant, "TAG TEAM! TAG TEAM!"

"Unstoppable" Jack Johnson: "A tag team championship would look good with the err whatever it's called Heavyweight Championship. So fatty, the answer is yes. UJJ and TMOM will tag together."

UJJ drops the mic as 'Papercut' by Linkin Park resumes playing over the arena. UJJ rolls out of the ring and proceeds up the ramp slapping the hands of fans as he goes. The scene fades out.






Cursing her arthritis, the vice-general manager of United League of Lunatics stood up from her seat. She picks up a proposal in her hands; years in the wrestling business has provided her with contacts and through one contact she was able to procure something that will give ULOL the edge it needs to shoot past the competition.

Eunice P. Winslow smiles as she again flips through the proposal she is holding, the adrenaline pumping life into her old veins. Marcus Troy may be an ass but at least in two shows, he was able to increase ULOL's ticket sales by over 100 percent. That is good news no matter how one looks at it


Eunice P. Winslow: "Well it seems these old bones still have some use yet. I had to call in a few favors but if this works, ULOL will be back as a force to be reckoned with in the world of wrestling."

The old authority figure smiles softly to herself. Pushing an intercom call button Eunice waits for the other side to reply.

Bob the Intern: KZZT... "Yes Mrs. Winslow?"

Eunice P. Winslow: "Ah yes, Bob, I was wondering if Mr. Troy is in his office right now?"

Bob the Intern: KZZT... "Yes he is ma'am, Mr. Troy is currently in his office."

Eunice P. Winslow: "Splendid. Please inform Mr. Troy that I am on my way to meet with him and would appreciate it if he would take time in his schedule to see me."

Bob the Intern: KZZT... "Right away Mrs. Winslow." KZZT...

Eunice P. Winslow: "Thank you dear."

Eunice turns off the intercom, fixes her silk scarf and heads out to Marcus's office as the scene fades to black.






Sr. Gonzalez and his bodyguards enter Marcus Troy's Office. Gonzalez leans on the secretary's table and yells at her.

Sr. Gonzalez: "Tell that Marcus I want to speak with him right now!"

Gonzalez crosses his arms expecting the secretary to do as he says.

Sr. Gonzalez is led into the office of Marcus Troy where the general manager is seen sitting calmly on his leather seat smoking a cigar. Unperturbed by the angry Chilean wrestler, Troy calmly greets his rude guest

Marcus Troy: "Ah yes, Sr. Gonzalez, and what is it that brings you to my office this tonight? I already granted you the chance to wrestle here in ULOL, our business should have concluded there but I'm sure you'll have another petty and trivial matter to moan and gripe about. People like you just can't be content with what is given, it's always more and more."

Marcus Troy sits back looking at Sr. Gonzalez with a look that shows how little he thinks of the spoiled rich man standing before him.

Marcus Troy: "I am a busy man Gonzalez and as you can see I have a show to run, so I do not have the time to listen to rich boys rant."

Marcus leans back and waits for Sr. Gonzalez to reply.


Gonzalez looks at Marcus and sighs. His intention was come in and start yelling and arguing, but he decided to do something diferent.

Sr. Gonzalez: "I tried to fix that damn entrance tunnel so that I could do a limousine entrance, but, esa vieja, the vice GM, she wouldn't let my men work. If you don't want this dump to be fixed, and for free, thats ok. I had other plans but I see you don't want any help. Goodbye."

Gonzalez stands up and leaves, followed by his bodyguards.

Hearing the word "free" made Marcus Troy's ears twitch, just before Sr. Gonzalez exits the room the general manager of ULOL shouts out.

Marcus Troy: "WAIT!!! Sr. Gonzalez, I offer my sincerest apologies. Mrs. Winslow can be a prude sometimes. Of course I wouldn't object to you renovating the entrance tunnel for free. In fact if you want I can make it official. A little misunderstanding is what this all is..."

Marcus Troy settles down as he again got Sr. Gonzalez's attention.

Marcus Troy: "If you are willing to spend the money to fix up this place, who am I to look at a gift horse in the mouth. Just one little thing, to prevent anymore misunderstandings, have my office informed of any renovations that you may want to do. I will make sure Mrs. Winslow also understands this to avoid any future snags. Is this acceptable to you Sr. Gonzalez?"

Marcus waits for Gonzalez to reply.


Gonzalez smiles as he notices his plan worked. He could do whatever he wanted. Sure, he had to pay, but it was just a small cost for all the power he was gonna get. Who cares about money!

Sr. Gonzalez: "Yes, it is. I'm glad we could come to an agreement. I'll tell my men to begin working again."

Full of pride, Gonzalez leaves the office, always followed by his bodyguards.



VS

Jasmine Lee: "This match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, Nicky!"

Nicky walks out as "Original Prankster" starts up, crossing his arms and giving a big grin. He then runs down to the ring at full speed and jumps, baseball sliding under the ropes. If the opponent is already in the ring, he blows a raspberry at them, before jumping back into his starting position. If he's the first in the ring, he'll grin again and moon the crowd, before sitting in the turnbuckle smugly.

Jasmine Lee: "His opponent, making his return to the United League of Lunatics, Bloodflame!"

"Asylum" by Disturbed starts to play as the entrance way explodes with fire. Bloodflame walks through the fire and makes his way to the ring.

Brad Blood: "Nicky's giving up a lot of size to Bloodflame here."

Jim Jackson: "That didn't stop him from beating Tom Lehmann last week, though. There's the bell, and both me lock up. Bloodflame easily overpowering Nicky, forcing him to the corner."

Brad Blood: "And the referee has to be a killjoy, getting between them."

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame takes the opportunity to strike at Nicky, but misses! Nicky slips out of the corner, and tags Bloodflame with a jab!"

Brad Blood: "Oooh, he hit Bloodflame. Now Bloodflame's gotta kill him."

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame goes after Nicky, but Nicky sidesteps him again! Nicky surprises Bloodflame with a two-handed thrust to the throat! Kicks Bloodflame hard in the knee!"

Brad Blood: "He's trying to blow his knee out!"

Jim Jackson: "Nicky kicks his other leg! Bloodflame with a lunge, but he misses! Nicky with solid shots to the ribcage! He scoots behind Bloodflame and takes him down with a crucifix pin!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame kicks out! Nicky doesn't waste time trying to keep Bloodflame down, as he stomps him repeatedly! Nicky kicks at Bloodflame's legs!"

Brad Blood: "Good strategy to try and cut Bloodflame's legs out from under him."

Jim Jackson: "Nicky pulling at Bloodflame's leg...tries to go for a leglock, but Bloodflame manages to grab the ropes! Nicky lets go, but leapfrogs and lands on Bloodflame with a senton splash!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame still kicking out. Nicky goes for the legs again, but Bloodflame manages to kick him away. Nicky rushes and clips Bloodflame before he can get up! Rolls Bloodflame into an inside cradle!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Brad Blood: "He may not be getting a three count, but he's forcing Bloodflame to use up valuable energy kicking out and being on the defensive."

Jim Jackson: "Nicky with a belly to back suplex on Bloodflame! He's trying to bridge up, and get Bloodflame into a pin!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One! Two!"

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame kicks out! And he's trying to roll out of the ring! But Nicky stops him! He's got oh Bloodflame just yanks him into the ropes!"

Brad Blood: "Nicky's throat just got caught on the ropes! He crumples to his knees!"

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame unable to capitalize, though, as he's still trying to recover from Nicky's relentless assault! He's trying to shake off the pain from Nicky's strikes!"

Brad Blood: "Nicky with a desperate charge!"

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame sidesteps the running kneelift! He grabs Nicky by the hair, and SPIKES the back of his head right onto his knee!"

Brad Blood: "Nicky's head just bounced off his knee! I think he's dead, Jim!"

Jim Jackson: "No! I see his leg twitching!"

Brad Blood: "That's just his body reacting post mortem!"

Jim Jackson: "Bloodflame staggering to his feet! He's dragging Nicky up to a vertical base! He yanks Nicky onto his shoulders and sends him to Doomsday!"

Brad Blood: "Nicky falls lifeless to the mat!"

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

Jasmine Lee: "The winner of the match, by pinfall, Bloodflame!"

Jim Jackson: "Well no surprise there, Bloodflame destroys Nicky easily tonight."


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 11/20/2010   Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:23 pm



Eunice P. Winslow strides into the office of Marcus Troy and spots the general manager sitting behind his desk. She wrinkles her nose at the scent of tobacco coming from the lit cigar the general manager has between his finger. Making her way to his desk, the tough old lady leans forward and places a folder containing a proposal for ULOL right in front of Marcus Troy.

Eunice P. Winslow: "I know you are a busy man Troy, but I was able to pull some strings and got us a deal that would be beneficial to ULOL. Of course it needs your signature."

The vice-general manager sits down on the guest chair and waits for Marcus Troy to respond.


Marcus Troy knows pretty well that the old lady sitting in front of him is no homely grandma, in fact he knew how tough and scary Eunice P. Winslow could be and is not someone to be underestimated.

Marcus Troy: "Call me Marcus Mrs. Winslow, you know you are always welcome to my office."

Marcus picks up the proposal and looks through it, his eyes widens at it and a smile spreads upon his lips.

Marcus Troy: "Well well well, it seems you have outdone yourself Mrs. Winslow. To get a TV deal like this from one of the top networks in the country so early in our re-launch. You certainly deserve your reputation. This is absolutely perfect, the time slot they offered maybe the graveyard shift but still one must not look a gift horse in the mouth."

Marcus Troy studies the document thoroughly...

Marcus Troy: "Well it seems everything is in order here, it seems that we just need to move the Lucha Loco to a different day... Give me time to study this proposal further Mrs. Winslow, and if possible I would like to meet with the network."

Greed oozed from Marcus Troy's pores as the general manager looks hungrily at the proposal, a TV deal would mean sponsors, sponsors would mean a bigger cash flow and that is all that is needed to get Marcus going.


Eunice P. Winslow kept a poker face even though the sight of Marcus Troy practically drooling over the contract disgusted her.

Eunice P. Winslow: "Of course Marcus I would be happy to arrange the meeting, I do warn you that this deal was very hard to procure and it won't do us any favors if we should in any way aggrieve the network. As you well know both of us is working towards one goal and that's the revival of ULOL."

Eunice stands up and fixes her skirt.

Eunice P. Winslow: "Now I am sure I've taken enough of your time tonight Mr. Troy, if you would excuse me, I would see myself out."

Eunice quickly turns around and exits the room, not wanting to spend anymore time in the presence of Marcus Troy.






Stephanie Dawson is backstage going over some notes for her interviews when the parking lot door flies open and Raven Connoly walks in. She is wearing ripped jeans and a gray t-shirt, her hair is down and slightly disheveled, she has a almost blank look on her face. Stephanie quickly grabs her mic and rushes over.

Stephanie Dawson: "RAVEN!! Where have you been, we haven't seen you since your match with Nao Fook Mi!?"


Raven pauses and looks at Stephanie with a exasperated look on her face.


Raven Connoly: "Its nothing, some things have come up.., I have been busy..., It's nothing, I don't want to talk about it."


Stephanie: "Well, I guess you are aware you are booked in a match tonight with Hillbilly Phil."

Raven Connoly: "I know, that's why I'm here."


Stephanie: "You seem distracted, are you ready for your match tonight?"

Raven Connoly: "I am distracted, but yes, I am ready for this match, I'm always [center]ready to compete, no matter what, Hillbilly Phil is in for a hell of a match."

Stephanie: "I don't mean to pry...,"


Raven Connoly: "Then don't, I'm sorry, I have to get ready for my match, I have to go."

Raven pushes past Stephanie and heads for the locker rooms as the scene fades.




VS

Jasmine Lee: "The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her way to the ring, Raven Connoly!"

"Warriors Code" By The Dropkick Murphy's starts to play throughout the arena. Raven runs out onto the stage, she throws her fist in the air and screams as a barrage of fireworks go off behind her.

Jasmine Lee: "Her opponent, making his way to the ring, Hillbilly Phil!"

A loud Yee-Haw blares over the speakers as bluegrass music plays over the sound system, Hillbilly Phil makes his way to the ring carrying with him a jug which he shares with the crowd

Jim Jackson: "We have tonight an intergender match, as Hillbilly Phil takes on Raven Connoly!"

Brad Blood: "The United League of Lunatics is proud of promoting equality between the sexes. Women have just as much right to fight men, as men have just as much of a right to fight women."

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell! Phil and Raven lock up...and Phil easily overpowering Raven Connoly as he forces her to the ropes. Phil backs off...and they go for another lockup."

Brad Blood: "The Hillbilly again showing Raven who's the stronger man."

Jim Jackson: "And again, Phil lets go. So far both sides are feeling each other out."

Brad Blood: "Raven ducks the third lockup attempt, and kicks the Hillbilly in the ribs!"

Jim Jackson: "But Phil blocks her next strike! He lashes out, only to hit nothing but air! Raven unloads with some hard kicks to his legs!"

Brad Blood: "Phil lunges at her, but misses again!"

Jim Jackson: "Raven Connoly sweeps his legs out from under him! Raven quickly locking a headscissors on Hillbilly Phil!"

Brad Blood: "The Hillbilly trying to power out of it, but Raven lets go! No, she pivots into a kimura lock!"

Jim Jackson: "But Phil blocks it! He punches her off him! Phil with a huge kick to take Raven down!"

Brad Blood: "He's got her again! And a gorilla press drops Raven hard onto the mat!"

Jim Jackson: "Hillbilly Phil...big legdrop to Connoly! Raven rolling around in pain!"

Brad Blood: "Phil has her again! Hard backbreaker!"

Jim Jackson: "That move nearly folded her in half! Phil...whips her into the corner! Raven stumbles out, bent over in pain! Only for Hillbilly Phil to whip her into the other corner!"

Brad Blood: "Raven's bouncing around like a pinball!"

Jim Jackson: "But she ducks as Phil tries to gore her down! Hillbilly Phil crashes into the ringpost!"

Brad Blood: "Raven's yanking him down to the mat! She's got him covered!"

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

Brad Blood: "She won! SHE WON!"

Jasmine Lee: "The winner of the match, by pinfall, Raven Connoly!"

Jim Jackson: "Raven Connoly turned the tables on Phil at the right moment, and she capitalized on his error with a victory!"

Brad Blood: "That's...damn impressive!"

Jack B. Nimble raises Raven's hand in victory, but she stumbles to her knees, clutching her back. She talks to the official for a moment, and he nods as he makes a hand signal.

Jim Jackson: "Raven won the match, but it looks like she may have suffered an injury of some sort. We have medical help coming down to the ring to check on her. Still, a big win for Raven tonight!"






The Camera fades from black to show the shower room steamed up.

??: "Ahh nothing beats a nice shower."

Allister King works out of the shower with a towel wrapped round his waist. Its funny tho as he is fully clothed.

Allister King: "I need a smoke. Where the hell are my cigarettes?"

Allister Throws the towel away even tho he is completely drenched from the shower.

Allister King: "What the hell are you doing here, you uneducated Neanderthal!"

The Camera moves to show what Allister is looking at but nothing is there and the camera moves back to him

Allister King: "You stole my cigarettes? oh you cross the line this time! i will hurt you so much even you will fell it!"

Allister looks angry

Allister King: "Don't you laugh at me, you look like something from Lord of the Rings!"

Allister looks shocked

Allister King: "Ok that's discrimination! Just because I'm Irish that does not mean i am drunk. That is a very unfair stereotype. Not all Irish people are drunks. I am straight edge. I have never had a drink in my life!

Allister Picks up a bottle of whiskey and drinks it

Allister King: "And I will never drink. Only stupid idiotic idiots do idiot things ah what? You slagging my ma! Oh Fintan you went too far! For a 7 foot midget with a ginger beard and a top hat, you are sure one insensitive git!"

Allister Finishes the whiskey and smashes the bottle to use it as a weapon

Allister King: "MY MOTHER WAS A SAINT!!"

Allister runs towards the imaginary thing and goes head first into the wall.

Allister King: "Your fast Fintan! for a giant midget leprechaun, you are fast."

Allister puts his hand in his pocket.

Allister King: "Oh there are my fags!"

Allister puts one in his mouth and searches his pockets

Allister King: "Where is my lighter?"

Allister can't find his lighter and begins to cry

Allister King: "Oh god I'm in hell!!"

The camera fades to black leaving the mystery of the missing lighter for another day


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 11/20/2010   Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:24 pm



Nao Fook Mi makes her way backstage as she cranes her neck to see over the busy production crew running about in preparation for the event tonight. A smile spreads across her lips as she sees Roe Kai. Weaving to and fro she quickly makes her way towards the mixed-martial arts superstar.

Nao Fook Mi: "Roe Kai! I hope you have not forgotten me. First of all I would like to congratulate you on your win last week, that was a beautiful armbar. Anyway, I was wondering if you are interested in a proposition. After much contemplation, I know I am still lacking in many aspects and I know that there is much I can learn from you. If you are willing, I would like to ask you to train me being both of us are martial artists."

Fook Mi pauses and takes a deep breath as she looks at Roe Kai's face trying to read him to no avail.

Nao Fook Mi: "Listen, I know that you have no obligation to help me but think of it this way, you are gaining not only a student but a sparring partner, one who is reliable and always improving. I am sure I will rise up to the challenge and this partnership will be beneficial to us both."

Again Fook Mi pauses and tries to read Roe Kai but is still unable to do so.

Nao Fook Mi: "I have a match coming up tonight, against four other people too, if you would, please observe my performance. I know you will be able to see my shortcomings and hopefully this will help you train me if you accept my proposition. So what say you Mr. Roe? Do we have a deal?"

Fook Mi waits for Roe Kai to reply.


After allowing her to ramble for quite some time, Roe Kai would finally give off a smile before shaking his head. Swelled with absolute amazement at how long Nao could go on about the same thing, merely adjusting the wording before going on again. Now changing to a scrunched up face Kai gave a shrug and replied.

Roe Kai: "Look Ma'am. Doing Mixed Martial Arts has me taking care of many different kinds of fighters on a regular basis. Everyone in the gym works together, thus keeping us preoccupied all the time. It is what us Mixed Martial Artists do, we train everyone in the gym on where they lack while improving on that as well, hours, every single day."

Shaking his head, Kai gave another shrug, giving off a look of disappointment to Nao before continuing.

Roe Kai: "So.."

With a sudden change in face expression, Kai gained his smile once more, showing excitement set in.

Roe Kai: "With me focusing on a Professional Wrestling Career, I'll need more than just you to fill all those hours up! You see, I've actually had a plan set in mind from the get go to work towards constructing a gym with a not so different mind set than an MMA one. We'd need a room, a practice ring, devices to work strikes, grappling, cardio etcetera etcetera. Though most important, people. From what I see, you're a person right? So you fit the criteria! Just need to nab a couple more individuals, and everything else will fall into place."

Becoming more and more amped up, his goals would seem to follow.

Roe Kai: "Hell, we'll become the best damn gym around! With training the right people in the correct methods, others will see how great they perform and be lured to join as well. You'll see, everything will be magnificent."

With a quick nod of his head, Kai spun around on the ball of his foot before walking towards the door. With a sudden stop he peered back to say one last thing before leaving.

Roe Kai: "By the way, that's a yes. For the training, and ring side."

Thus, he was gone, with lots of food for thought to follow.


A slow smile crept across Nao Fook Mi's face, things went smoother than she'd hope. Not only will she get the training she needs, she will also train under one of the most respected martial artist in the world. Things could not look more brighter for the young Chinese. She looks at the time...

Nao Fook Mi: "Oh! Almost time for my match... I guess it's time to impress my new martial arts trainer."

Fook Mi quickly turns around and heads to the ring as the scene fades to black...




VSVSVS

Jim Jackson: "A four corners match is scheduled next which will provide the fans here the adrenaline rush they need. Nothing more exciting than four wrestlers entering the squared circle and only one walking out the victor."

Brad Blood: "I think we should call this match the four losers four corners match, all the participants lost their respective matches previously. Brostar lost against Stank Lord then against The Entourage, Fook Mi lost against Raven, The British Hawk lost against Roe Kai and Tom Lehmann lost against someone who can't even buy a beer yet."

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a four corners match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Brostar!"

"I Am...All of Me" by Crush 40 plays as Brostar appears on stage posing for the fans. Runs down the ramp into the ring and poses again.

Jim Jackson: "Brostar once a rising star in the world of wrestling, now he's chained to Stank Lord."

Brad Blood: "Maybe he's a masochist... He secretly enjoys what Stank Lord does to him."

Jasmine Lee: "Introducing next, let us welcome, Nao Fook Mi!"

Oriental music starts playing on the background as smoke covers the mouth of the entrance tunnel. Suddenly out leaps Nao Fook Mi wearing a short cheongsam. She quickly makes her way down entrance ramp and enters the ring. She bows and gives her respect to the crowd before heading to her corner.

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi, one of the two female wrestlers in the roster. She may have lost her debut match but she's looking to compensate for that tonight."

Brad Blood: "Oh Fook Mi please!"

Jasmine Lee: "Introducing next, The British Hawk!"

"Get Ready To Fly" by Grits starts to play over the arena. The fans start to cheer loudly as The British Hawk rises from beneath he stage via a lift underneath the stage. He is wearing his ususal wrestling attire and with a black hooded jacket with the hood up. He walks off the lift and raises his arms up triggering stage pyros to go off. He walks down to the ramp and enters the ring. He climbs onto a turnbuckle and removes his hood and taunts to the fans who cheer loudly.

Jim Jackson: "Once regarded as one of the best high-flier in the business, The British Hawk seems to have lost his way."

Brad Blood: "Yeah, the birdie has been grounded. His debut match in ULOL showed us how far he has fallen from his past days of glory, he should be called, The British Has-been!"

Jasmine Lee: "Introducing the last participant, Tom Lehmann!"

"Lets Drink A Beer" by Frenzal Rhomb starts playing as Tom Lehmann makes his way down to the ring with a beer in his hand.

Jim Jackson: "Well, Tom Lehmann had an embarrassing match last week against Nicky."

Brad Blood: "Embarrassing is an understatement, he lost to a kid who probably still have a curfew! It don't get any worse than that."

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

Jim Jackson: "Looks like The British Hawk and Tom Lehmann will be kicking things off while the other two wrestlers wait in their respective corners. And there's the bell! Both wrestlers approach each other cautiously. They circle each other... Lehmann hits a dropkick on The British Hawk!"

Brad Blood: "That sent The British Hawk rolling to the canvas. TBH quickly gets up and turns around..."

Jim Jackson: "TBH walks into a high dropkick from Tom Lehmann. Pim by Lehmann, no! TBH gets a shoulder up before the ref could even start the three count. An Irish whip sends The British Hawk to the corner... Tom Lehmann follows up with a running dropkick into the corner."

Brad Blood: "That just crushed TBH into the turnbuckles. I guess Lehmann is letting out his frustration of losing to a minor last week out on TBH."

Jim Jackson: "TBH ducks a wild right hand. The British Hawk hits a rolling kick on Lehmann. TBH with a bulldog smashes Lehmann to the mat! TBH climbs up the turnbuckles... He may be going for a 450 splash..."

Brad Blood: "WAHAHAHA!!! HE BOTCHED IT! That looked more like a ninety degree flop! Oh man... TBH is down! Lehmann slowly gets up and sees TBH down and out... Lucky break for Lehmann who goes for the cover..."

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

Jim Jackson: "TBH kicks out... Now it's Lehmann's turn to climb up the turnbuckles... TBH gets up and leaps up after him stunning Lehmann with an elbow! TBH hits a couple of hard rights to Lehmann at the top turnbuckle... The British Hawk leaps and locks his leg around Lehmann's head... Super frankesteiner..."

Brad Blood: "WAHAHAHA!!! HE FAILED AGAIN!!! Lehmann with a firm grip on the ropes countered that move beautifully! TBH went flying all by himself!"

Jim Jackson: "Lehmann jumps down and grabs The British Hawk liftling him up on his shoulders... TBH somehow manages to slip down behind Lehmann and twists his arm in an arm wringer. Hard elbows by Lehmann loosens TBH's grip. Lehmann throws a hard right, The British Hawk rolls under it and hits a dropkick on Lehmann sending him to Brostar's corner... Blind tag by Brostar!"

Brad Blood: "Oh! Here comes Stank Lord's love slave!"

Jim Jackson: "The British Hawk scores a back heel kick on Brostar... Brostar shakes it off and retaliates. TBH takes a flying neckbreaker from Brostar. Brostar sends The British Hawk to the corner... Brostar with a running dropkick into the corner. Hard back suplex on TBH. Brostar blasts TBH with a super kick."

Brad Blood: "The British Hawk dropped like a Lincoln log into a toilet bowl... Brostar goes for the cover."

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

Jim Jackson: "Brostar looks shocked. I think he didn't expect The British Hawk to kick out of that one. Brostar turns around, Fook Mi is asking to be tagged. Brostar looks uncertain but finally agrees to tag Fook Mi in."

Brad Blood: "Brostar could have won the match but instead he gives in to a pretty girl."

Jim Jackson: "I may have to agree with you there Brad, TBH is in such a bad state that if Brostar kept attacking, he could have gotten the win. Spin kick by Nao Fook Mi to the face. Fook Mi face jams The British Hawk. Hooks the leg Spin kick by Nao Fook Mi to the face. Fook Mi face jams The British Hawk. Fook Mi hooks the leg."

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

Brad Blood: "And birdbrain here still refuses to lose."

Jim Jackson: "TBH takes a flying neckbreaker from Nao Fook Mi. TBH slowly gets up, he dodges Fook Mi's clothesline, TBH tries a hurrancarana..."

Brad Blood: "HE BOTCHED IT AGAIN AND WENT FLYING BY HIMSELF!!! Oh man, this man is totally out of it."

Jim Jackson: "Fook Mi shows The British Hawk how a proper hurrancarana should be executed! She goes for the pin..."

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

Brad Blood: "The British Hawk gets a shoulder up! TBH in a really bad state somehow rolls under Fook Mi's arms and gets a tag! He tags in Tom Lehmann!"

Jim Jackson: "Lehmann hits a high kick on Nao Fook Mi. Spin kick by Tom Lehmann to the face. Tom Lehmann scores with a back heel kick on Fook Mi. Nao Fook Mi pulls a mule kick out of nowhere. Slingshot clothesline by Fook Mi. Tom Lehmann can barely stand... Nao Fook Mi leaps to the top of the turnbuckle, she somersaults over her opponent who rushes in towards her landing behind her opponent who spins around right into a deadly burst kick sending her opponent crashing to the corner executing a devastating Fook Mi Special!!!"

Brad Blood: "Wah! Lehmann is down! Fook Mi hooks the leg!"

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

Jim Jackson: "And Fook Mi does it! She wins the match!"

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match via pinfall, Nao Fook Mi!"

Brad Blood: "WAHAHAHA! Last week he lost to a kid, this week he lost to a girl. Lehmann's wrestling career is certainly going down the crapper..."

Jim Jackson: "An impressive display by Fook Mi, looks like she has redeemed her lost two weeks ago tonight."






Federal Agents James Roberts and his partner Lorenzo Jacobsen enters the office of ULOL General Manager Marcus Troy.

Secretary: "Excuse me sirs, can I help you?"

James Roberts takes out his badge and shows it to the secretary.

James Roberts: "Why yes miss, I am James Roberts and this is my partner Lorenzo Jacobs, we would like to speak to Mr. Marcus Troy.

The secretary looks taken aback as the federal agents flash their badges.

Secretary: "I think he is somewhere here. He will be back in his office soon. But while he is not here place take a seat."

Lorenzo Jacobs: "Thank you miss. You're cooperation is much obliged."

James and Lorenzo sits down on the couch.


Just then Marcus Troy strolls into the room. He stops in his tracks as he notices two men he has never seen before inside. His secretary quickly stands up, walks over and whispers in his ears. Marcus gives a nod of understanding and approach the two men.

Marcus Troy: "I understand you want to see me gentlemen? I am a busy man and I do not have time to do idle chit chat, so what does fine federal agents like yourselves need from me today? Be quick about it for I still have a show to run."

Marcus folds his arms on his chest and looks at the federal agents clearly not intimidated by the men with badges.


Both mens stand up as they see Marcus Troy the current General Manager of ULOL.

James Roberts : Well Mr.Troy we are currently working on case which involves one of your roster members.

James looks to Lorenzo as he continues what James was talking about.

Lorenzo Jacobs : We won't reveal who he is just in case he may get wind of the investigation, instead we will send a guy in, someone who will be working undercover. We won't say his name yet. But you will understand when he arrives here. Don't worry he will have wrestling experience so you won't have a total noob in your roster.

Both men put their badges into their pockets as they wait for Marcus Troy reply.


Marcus Troy cocks an eyebrow up as he looks at the two agents standing before him.

Marcus Troy: "So you want to look into one of my wrestlers by sending in a mole. I really have no problems with that if the government will compensate me for it. I do not know how much damage this man you yours will make, so I will make this simple, for a set amount, which I will inform you both at a later date, you can have your man come in and investigate everyone and anyone you want to."

Marcus Troy pauses for a while.

Marcus Troy: "But since he will be working under my house, I expect him to follow my rules too, I book him in a match, he fights that match. What I demand from my regular roster, I shall also demand from him no questions asked. Those are my conditions and those are non-negotiable. Remember it's you gentlemen who need something from me and not the other way around. Now if you both will excuse me, I still have matters to attend to. Just send your man in if you agree to my conditions. Good day."

Marcus heads into his main office and shuts the door leaving both federal agents standing outside as the scene fades to black.






We see a reporter standing in the middle of a bustling market. The morning sun shines brightly, as hawkers bark out what they have on offer to the people walking up and down the street. Judging by the look of the place, it appears to be some Third World location.

Reporter: "This street I'm standing on is but one small vein in a living, breathing nation that has only barely begun to rebuild after being savaged by war. Life is harsh as the people continue to adjust to the new normal of living in tent cities, while trying to recover from the scorching that has torn across their homeland."

We see some examples of the hardship these people have to work through each day. For your convenience, their speech has been translated for easier reading.

Hawker: [Rats for sale! Rats for sale! Only 1 out of every 3 in this bunch has cholera!]

Hawker 2: [Half eaten bread for sale! Get your half eaten bread right here!]

Hawker 3: [I got nuthin'! Nuthin' for sale!]

Reporter: "It perhaps should be no surprise that because of their current struggles, these people, more than ever, are now transfixed on the man who for years has symbolized his people, and has now become an even more significant bearer of their hopes and dreams. I'm talking about the man known only as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing."

We see brief shots of different parts of this far-flung town, with the masked face of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing on posters, billboards, T-shirts and anything which has ad space.

Reporter: "This country is separated from the city that is the home base for the United League of Lunatics. It is separated by huge bodies of water, the scarring of a brutal war, and the unquestioned love and devotion to their masked son who has done good for himself, and brought pride to his countrymen. As you can see, just about anything that has space to promote a brand or logo is carrying the mask of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing."

We see a clerk at a shop proudly showing the reporter a rack full of his wares.

Reporter: "What are these?"

Hawker 4: "This Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing 2 out of 3 falls condoms! They keep you a winner every 2 out of 3 times you"

We abruptly return to the reporter on the street. Some people behind him are mugging for the camera. He points to a very large satellite dish standing not far from him.

Reporter: "Despite the immense challenges they face in finding clean water, food and rebuilding their homeland, one of the first things these people rebuilt is the network of satellite dishes and TV antennas, to make sure they continue to get the latest news on the masked man who wrestles in their name. Even though many homes have lost practically everything, they still do what they can to get a TV set in order to watch Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. Many were not happy to see what happened to their hero on a recent episode of the United League of Lunatics, to say the least."

Highlights from last week's show play.

Shogun sets up his opponent for his Demonic Sacrifice. However, as he looks up, he sees Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing’s masked face on the Tron, mugging at the camera as he poses with several young fans.

Brad Blood: "What’s he doing?”

Jim Jackson: "Shogun drops Conway to the mat! He’s stepping out of the ring!”

Brad Blood: "He just decked Q! He’s putting the boots on him!”

Jim Jackson: "Shogun kicking the downed Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing!”

Brad Blood: "I guess he just had enough of waiting for Q to do anything funny, and just jumped him in a preemptive strike!”


Jim Jackson: "Shogun taunting the fallen Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing! Q unable to respond!

And we return to the reporter. The people standing behind him are booing viciously as they see the clip. The reporter begins to ask a few people about what happened, even as more onlookers approach, curious about what is going on.


Reporter: "Ma'am, how did the people react when you saw what happened to Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing?"

The grandmotherly old woman he is asking promptly spits on the ground.

Grandmother: [That Shogun deserved to lose the match.]

Bystander: [He's just a jealous prick!]

Other bystanders nod their heads in agreement.

Reporter: "Sir, is it possible that Shogun thought Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing was interfering in his match, and tried to defend himself?"

Man: [Absolutely not. The guy was minding his own business, signing autographs to keep the people happy. I reckon half the people in that building didn't give a crap about that match anyway. Then Shogun gets all jealous and goes after him!]

Bystander 2: [We could've used a guy like that in the war! He would've been right in the front line, taking a few bullets to the face, and leaving the real men the job of saving the country!]

The crowd that is gathering around the reporter cheer in response.

Reporter: "Don't you think though that it's unusual that Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing would come out for a match he's not supposed to be competing in?"

For the first time, we are aware of the interpreter who is working alongside the reporter.

Interpreter: "Are you sure you want to ask them that?"

Reporter: "It can't hurt, can it?"

The interpreter asks the people the foreign reporter's question.

Bystander 2: [It's unusual, but not illegal. Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing came out to do something important for his fans! What about that woman who came out in that other match? That tag match? You can't say she was interfering with the match, because she had to give that guy notice that he was being sued!]

Bystander: [Shogun doesn't belong in the same league as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing!]

Grandmother: [All he does is talk about how evil and ruthless he is. Please! He's just a carbon copy of other foes our Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing has faced off against! We and Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing have just come out of a bloody war. Shogun's words completely pale to the horrors we've had to endure. All this ranting and raving from him is nothing we haven't heard before.]

Reporter: "With your country's satellite system all fixed, you probably already know that Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing will be facing against Shogun this week. What do you have to say about the upcoming match?"

Many voices speak at once, as various people slash their thumbs across their throats, spit on the ground, and yell angrily at the camera.

Interpreter: "Do you need me to translate that?"

Reporter: "Probably not."

The reporter goes silent as more people begins chanting for the talented talisman of their nation, the heroic hero of their homeland.




VS

Jim Jackson: "Welcome to the main event folks and tonight we have what we can call a grudge match of sorts. Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing shall be facing Shogun tonight."

Brad Blood: "Y'know, ever since Shogun won that four-way elimination match in the debut show, Q just couldn't accept the loss and he came in last week and distracted Shogun costing him the match. Tonight, Shogun has the chance to even the score."

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing!"

Nu-metal music begins to play as a highlight reel of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing runs on the ULOL Tron. A horde of reporters and photographers gather at the stage entrance, taking pictures and giving a blow by blow of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing's every move as he steps out for his match. Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing waves to the fans as he slowly makes his way to the ring.

Jim Jackson: "And here comes Q, he is definitely one of the bigger names in ULOL. Lithe and agile, Q is one superstar that truly shines above the rest."

Brad Blood: "Well Shogun will try and out shine Q tonight."

Jasmine Lee: "And introducing his opponent for the evening, here's Shogun!"

A Victim, A Target by Misery Signals blasts though the arena speakers ans the lights begin to flash on and off. As the lyrics begin Shogun bursts from behind the curtains with fire erupting from the ramp beside him. Shogun begins to make his way to the ring with a look of pure intensity on his face. as he makes it to the ring he runs up and rolls into the ring the expression on his face unchanged.

Jim Jackson: "And here is Shogun who calls himself The Demonic God. Tonight he's seeking retribution to what he sees as Q's distraction."

Brad Blood: "Don't forget the photo too, Q posed over Shogun's unconscious body."

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

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! Standing leg lariat by Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing on Shogun. Shogun pulls a mule kick out of nowhere. Q gets caught with a belly to belly suplex from Shogun! The referee bumps after catching a wild right hand and is down. Wicked suplex out of the corner from Shogun."

Brad Blood: "A perfectly executed suplex I might add, so perfectly executed my back hurts from watching it! Oh Shogun goes for a pinfall, but the ref is out and can't count to three!"

Jim Jackson: "Irish whip by Shogun and Q hits the ropes... Q counters a backdrop attempt with a kick to the face and hit a clothesline! Shogun takes a flying neckbreaker from Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. Q crushes Shogun with a huge legdrop. Q covers for the three count..."

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

Brad Blood: "Shogun gets a shoulder up. Looks like Shogun ain't going down that easily."

Jim Jackson: " Vicious kick to the teeth from Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. Pinfall attempt!"

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

Brad Blood: "Shogun got out of that one by two again. But I think that kick from Q may have loosened a few teeth."

Jim Jackson: "Q with an Irish whip sends Shogun to the ropes. Shogun ducks under the clothesline! Shogun bounces back, Q whips around with a spinning backfist... Shogun ducks under it again! Shogun brakes in mid-run... Shogun kicks Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing in the gut to reverse the momentum. Shogun hits a stalling suplex on Q. Hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "Shogun gets a two! This match has been going back and forth..."

Jim Jackson: "Shogun grabs Q from behind... Q reverses a waistlock. Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing connects with a back heel kick on Shogun and gets back up quickly. Q grabs him from behind, this time Shogun reverses the waistlock. Shogun snap suplexes Q. Northern Lights Bomb very nearly crushes the spine of Q!"

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

Brad Blood: "I am amazed how Q kicked out of that one, Q's spine must have been squished into an accordion..."

Jim Jackson: "Shogun begins to climb up the turnbuckles... Shogun goes for a splash but Q puts the knees up. Oh! Right in the liver! Hard back suplex on Shogun. This time Q goes high risk... Flying reverse elbow by Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. He hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "Still a two and Q cannot believe Shogun kicked out fo that one! Uh-oh, looks like Q is setting Shogun up on the top rope..."

Jim Jackson: "DDT from the top rope by Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. That looked KILLER. Pinfall attempt!"

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

Brad Blood: "And Shogun shows us why he is one of the best talents here in ULOL! Try as he might, Q cannot seem to put Shogun away."

Jim Jackson: "Q grabs Shogun from behind... Shogun elbows Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing in the face to break a hammerlock. Brainbuster by Shogun connects! Shogun hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "Damn it! Q kicked out! I honestly thought that match was going to end right then and there."

Jim Jackson: "Headlock by Shogun... Q pushes out of a Shogun hold but Shogun quickly spins around and grabs Q... Q takes a back suplex. Shogun picks Q up and starts throwing punches..."

Brad Blood: "Good form by Shogun, it looks like he took some boxing lessons before."

Jim Jackson: "Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing once again takes the advantage after blocking a few punches and connecting with some forearms. Standing leg lariat by Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing on Shogun. Q rises to the top of the ring post... He leaps... Frogsplash connects! Q for the cover!"

Brad Blood: "Shogun gets a leg up the rope! the ref does not count. Smart move by Shogun."

Jim Jackson: "An Irish whip sends Shogun to the ropes...Shogun counters a backdrop attempt with a kick to the face and hit a clothesline! Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing takes a butterfly suplex from Shogun. Shogun hits a stalling suplex on Q! Shogun picks Q up... He drills Q into the ground with a piledriver! Shogun hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "Q sneaks a shoulder up! What does it take to keep him down?! Shogun himself pounds on the canvas with frustration."

Jim Jackson: "Shogun with a headlock on Q... Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing powers out of a Shogun headlock. Shogun takes a NICE hurrancarana from Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. Q quickly hooks the leg..."

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

Brad Blood: "Shogun denies Q the victory as he kicks out at the last second."

Jim Jackson: "Q hits an elbow drop on Shogun followed by a leg drop. Q goes high risk... Q with a corkscrew splash from the top rope... NO!!! SHOGUN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!"

Brad Blood: "Shogun with the presence of mind to roll away at the last second, I think that corkscrew may have hurt Q..."

Jim Jackson: "Shogun picks Q up and lands a few punches... Shogun goes for a haymaker... Blocked by Q! Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing slugs Shogun, sending him down into the corner. Q lands a few solid punches for good measure! The crowd is cheering for the masked enigma. While Q fires up the crowd, Shogun is removing the turnbuckle pad! The ref does not see it!"

Brad Blood: "Ooh! Q is in for a nasty surprise..."

Jim Jackson: "Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing comes over...but Shogun grabs him by the tights and uses the leverage to slingshot Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing face first into the exposed steel turnbuckle! Q falls down unmoving to the canvas! Shogun stands over Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing who is lying on the mat face up and grasps his leg, Shogun then does a spinning toe hold and grasps the other leg, crossing them into a four locking in the Demonic Reckoning!"

Brad Blood: "SHOGUN LOCKS Q IN HIS SUBMISSION FINISHER!!! THIS COULD BE IT!!! Q TRIES TO REACH FOR THE ROPES... HE CAN'T MAKE IT!!! SHOGUN IS MAKING Q EXPERIENCE THE DEMONIC RECKONING!"

Jim Jackson: "Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing still trying to reach for the ropes! He's trying very hard not to give up!"

Brad Blood: "All the more reason for Shogun to try and wrench Q's leg away from him!"

Jim Jackson: "Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing is...he's trying to reverse the move! Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing is trying to turn both himself and Shogun over! Shogun trying to hold his ground!"

Brad Blood: "This is just adding a lot of pain and pressure to Q's legs! Even if he manages to reverse the Demonic Reckoning, his legs would be in terrible shape!"

Jim Jackson: "But it looks like Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing is taking his chances with that, Brad!"

Brad Blood: "He's just delaying the inevitable here!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun...he's losing ground! Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing almost there! He...does it! He's reversed the Demonic Reckoning!"

Brad Blood: "And Shogun just slips himself out of the hold in a split second! Q's fightback is wasted!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun KICKS Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing's leg out from under him! Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing can barely stand!"

Brad Blood: "I think you're overestimating his ability to stand at all at this point!"

Jim Jackson: "Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing being forced to his feet by Shogun...and Shogun's hooking him in a half nelson! He's going to offer a Demonic Sacrifice!"

Brad Blood: "COUNTERED!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun loses his grip! Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing rolls him up!"

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

Jim Jackson: "Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing ALMOST had him! But Shogun mows him down!"

Brad Blood: "He's going medeival on Q!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun kicking and stomping him down brutally! He's dragging Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing to his feet! Shogun lifts Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing up into into the air in a half nelson and then into a backdrop position before slamming Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing down to a sitting position, slamming the back of his neck to the canvas executing a Demonic Sacrifice! Shogun DRILLS Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing to the canvas!"

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

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match via pinfall, Shogun!"

Brad Blood: "Haha, Q cost Shogun his match with Conway, now Shogun cost Q! An eye for an eye!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun is celebrating his win in the ring. Still to use the exposed turnbuckles, I doubt that will sit well with Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing!"

Brad Blood: "If the guy can still walk at this point! Shogun puts him in his place!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun clearly enjoying this moment. And he kicks Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing while he's down! That wasn't even necessary!"

Brad Blood: "He's not done yet! He's going for another Demonic Reckoning!"

Jim Jackson: "This is ridiculous! He's already won! Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing manages to shove him off in midmove!"

Brad Blood: "Right into the exposed turnbuckle!"

Jim Jackson: "Shogun drops to the mat, clutching his head! I think...yes, he's been cut open!"

Brad Blood: "Damn that Q! Shogun's oughta make him pay for that!"

Jim Jackson: "Q...I think he's practically out of it! Oh man, what a match! What a match. Something tells me there will be more chapters unfolding in the Q and Shogun Saga."




Jim Jackson: "Well another exciting evening comes to an end."

Brad Blood: "You got that right Jim. We saw some great matches tonight, but what really is in everyone's mind right now is Marcus Troy's announcement at the beginning of the show."

Jim Jackson: "Very true, by next week we shall have the first ULOL Primo Ultimo Champion. How cool is that? But it seems one of the participants namely Raven seems to have injured herself, will she be ready for the battle royale next week?"

Brad Blood: "That's part of the hazards of the business Jim, Raven lucked out. But we'll find out next week how things will roll."

Jim Jackson: "So remember folks next week for the main event, a ten-man over the top rope battle royale for the ULOL Primo Ultimo title. Next week will be history in the making. With that, this is Jim Jackson signing off."

Brad Blood: "And this is Brad Blood saying goodbye for tonight."


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