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PostSubject: Lucha Loco 01/13/2011   Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:22 am



Jim Jackson: "Good evening folks and welcome to Lucha Loco! Another exciting night of wrestling awaits us tonight as slated for this evening are your favorite ULOL superstars including Alexander Conway, Raven Connoly and Shogun who will be battling each other in the main event"

Brad Blood: "You got that right Jim, plus we also get to see some new blood try their luck here in ULOL tonight, will they find success or will they fade into the pages of ULOL's history and be forgotten..."

Jim Jackson: "It would also seem that we have a huge section here in the crowd that comprises of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing's countrymen ready to show their support for him even though he is not booked in a match tonight. So without further ado, LET THE LUNACY BEGIN!"






Marcus Troy: "DAMN THAT HAG! I cannot believe I fell for that!"

The general manager of ULOL slams both fists into his table with rage. Never before has he been this infuriated with someone. He looks at The Demonic God who is standing before him.

Marcus Troy: "If she only didn't have all those connections in the wrestling world I would have already ousted her out of ULOL. If she thinks she has the one up on me, she is sadly mistaken."

Marcus Troy walks to the liquor cabinet and pours himself a glass of scotch. He quickly chugs it down to try and calm his nerves to little effect.

Marcus Troy: "You know how much of a fool I looked when I walked into the offices of the TV network officials and finding out they didn't even summon for me?"

The general manager threw the glass he was holding into the wall smashing it to tiny pieces as his blood pressure went higher.

Marcus Troy: "Then we have Q! That bastard also made me... US LOOK BAD! The bastard!"


Shogun stands before Troy looking calm and collective.

Shogun: "He is probably allied with the old bag as well...no matter he cannot do much to stop us. What we must avoid doing is letting out tempers get the best of us and counter with a blow of our own!"

Shogun slams his fist onto the desk in front of him signifying the crushing blow.

Shogun: "We need to be organized before they do and to do that we must use our heads and come up with a plan of action..."

Shogun pauses to ponder such a plan.


As Shogun pauses to ponder and percolate, confetti, streamers and balloons unexpectedly begin to shower in Marcus Troy's office. The door opens, and stepping in is none other than the Ligero Maximo, the superlative superstar of the squared circle, the man known only as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing.

A throng of reporters crowd into the office. Marcus Troy, Shogun and Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing are all bathed under the glare of TV cameras and spotlights, even as the celebration confetti continues to fall. The Ligero Maximo title has a polished sheen under the bright lights.


Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Hello, Shogun! I had thought it was rash of you to ask me to stay out of your way in the match! But since you were still picking up the pieces after Raven dumped you, I thought it was best to respect your request! So you can take your mind off the woman of your dreams crushing your soul with the bitter power of her realizing she does not need a copycat in her life!"

The reporters diligently broadcast Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing's sun-smiling words to the whole world.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I have brought with me a small token to help you get over your heartbreak and the flattening you took from the Morbidly Obese Mountain!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing brings out a tire pump. He begins to offer it to Shogun, notes the look Shogun is giving him, then opts to just put the pump on Marcus Troy's desk. He then begins to speak to the General Manager. The confetti and streamers have slowed to a light drizzle.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Marcus Troy! You have the gift of a loud voice! I can hear you all the way down the end of the hall, while I was coming to this office! I do not understand your anger at me! I was only doing what Shogun requested, and staying out of his way! I did all I could to make happy the legions of loving and loyal fans who pay the tickets that go to your paycheck! And yours too!"

That last sugar-coated statement was directed at Troy's first visitor.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I do not see why there should be so much hostility at me! I was eager to take part! But this man wanted me to be the UJJ! So he could forget about his broken heart! And I'm sure he forgot about Raven for a few moments, after the Mountain of Obesity fell on him!"

The reporters surrounding them silently record everything.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I now must prepare for another round of media appearances! I am off! Shogun, I hope that pump will be useful for you!"

The disguised daredevil of the ring begins to make his way out, with the reporters eagerly falling in step after him.


The wrath flowing through Marcus Troy's veins cannot be quantified as he watches the masked wrestler leave. He picks up his name plate and hurls it with such force that it practically disintegrates as it smashed unto the wall.

Marcus Troy: "THAT POMPOUS PIECE OF SHIT! He thinks he can waltz in here just because he has a groupie following him wherever he walks? Well he is sadly mistaken. It will be his misfortune to patronize me when I am already angry."

Marcus Troy picks up the intercom and speaks to security.

Marcus Troy: "Assemble your team and get into your gear. I want you to remove certain individuals from the audience tonight. Let's just say they are now persona non grata here in ULOL. Use force if necessary."

Marcus Troy looks sits down again and mulls at the main problem at hand.

Marcus Troy: "I think that would get some humility into that masked piece of crap. Now back to that old hag and hey fat boy toy. First we must take TMOM out of the picture and I have a plan for that, I'll use his own partner against him... I'm sure we can use UJJ's greed against his own partner..."

Marcus Troy suddenly looks at the camera man.

Marcus Troy: "Who told you you can film our conversation? Now get out of here before I fire your ass!"

The camera man quickly exits the office as the scene fades to black.






Brostar walks into Eunice's office and begins to speak.

Brostar: "Hello Mrs. Eunice am I able to talk to you for a moment?"

Brostar waits for an answer.


The vice-general manager of United League of Lunatics looks up at the young wrestler. Well compared to her age everyone in the company is young. She puts down the file she was studying and addresses Brostar.

Eunice P. Winslow: "What can I do for you Brostar? I have limited time so you have to make this quick. There's a storm brewing here in ULOL and I need to make sure that I am ahead of it."

The VGM looks at Brostar and waits for a reply.


Brostar: "Sure I will make it quick, anyways I was thinking after I'm finish with Nao Fook Mi I would be hunting for gold and the gold I'm looking to fight for is the title Mr Q is holding the Ligero Maximo Championship and I was thinking in two weeks time I want to not just have a match for it straight away but I want to earn it."

Brostar stops to think of what to say next.

Brostar: "So what I'm saying in two week want a match against anyone on the roster and if I win I get to go after the Ligero Maximo Title, So hows does that sound?"

Brostar waits for an answer.


Eunice P. Winslow sits on her chair and mulls over Brostar's request. How many times already in her life havr a wrestler walked up to her office to request a title shot?

Eunice P. Winslow: "I suggest you wait Brostar, I shall make an important announcement later tonight, and if you ARE looking for a title shot, it is in your best interest not to miss it. In fact I will be heading for the ring to make that announcement in a few minutes."

The VGM of ULOL stands up from her seat and walks to the door, she holds it open showing the young wrestler out as the scene fades to black.






Stephanie Dawson dusts off her white blazer just as the camera focuses on her. Beside her is a step ladder and standing on top is Little Wang. Stephanie nods at the cameraman to begin rolling as the interview starts.

Stephanie Dawson: "Good evening folks, tonight we are again with ULOL's tiniest superstar Little Wang. Little Wang came from a count out win two weeks ago against Puu "The Pig Farmer", tonight he'll be up against Sr. Gonzalez. What are your thoughts on your opponent Mr. Wang?"

Little Wang: "I am confident that I shall win my match against Sr. Gonzalez just as I have won against Puu "The Pig Farmer" who was a bigger and deadlier adversary. I've seen Sr. Gonzalez in action and I can say that he is absolutely no threat to me."

Stephanie nods at the statement and prepares her next question.

Stephanie Dawson: "You boast about your win against Puu, but that was a count out win and not a clean one, I highly doubt that Sr. Gonzalez will fall for such a trick."

Little Wang: "A count out win is still a win Stephanie, besides this chicken doesn't have all his eggs in one basket. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Watch my match later and see what I mean."

Stephanie silently hides her doubt about Little Wang's statement from the camera.

Stephanie Dawson: "Last question. Earlier on Fook Mi and you announced that you both going to form a tag team. Why did you decide to become a tag team now?"

Little Wang: "Fook Mi and I have been friends for a long long time. We have trained together and know each others' strength and weaknesses. We can cover for our shortcomings and compliment each other in the ring. I think you can say that you will see us in the ring as tag partners pretty soon."

Stephanie seems happy getting a scoop from Little Wang backstage.

Stephanie Dawson: "Thank you for your time Little Wang. You heard it here first folks, Little Wang and Nao Fook Mi shall soon be competing in our tag division. Thank you for your time, now back to the announce table."

Stephanie shakes Little Wang's hand as the scene fades to black.




VS

Jim Jackson: "Well the first match has two newcomers fighting each other, The Masked Man is coming out from a loss while Dirty Dirk is debuting tonight."

Brad Blood: "These two still have to make a mark here in ULOL and hopefully it won't be a skid mark in a used underwear."

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

"City of Satan" by Turbonegro starts to play and he comes out shouting curse words at the camera. Probably after doing a line of... something... backstage. He walks down the ramp, talking crap to the audience and slides in the ring. When he does, he stands up on the turnbuckle and, in honor of Stone Cold, flips the audience off.

Jasmine Lee: "And his opponent for tonight, The Masked Man!"

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

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

Jim Jackson: "And there's the bell! The match begins! Stiff chop by Dirty Dirk hits The Masked Man."

Brad Blood: "That was stiffer than a 14 year old at a stripper convention."

Jim Jackson: "The Masked Man elbows Dirty Dirk in the face to break a hammerlock. Chop hits Dirk sending him back. Dirty Dirk charges, Masked moves, and the referee is knocked out. Lariat by The Masked Man."

Brad Blood: "Apparently Masked thinks he is Stan Hansen. Cover, but there's no one to count for The Masked Man."

Jim Jackson: "Dirty Dirk elbows The Masked Man in the face to break a hammerlock. Bodyslam by Dirk. Full nelson on Masked locked-in."

Brad Blood: "The Masked Man powers out of it but is sent down with a hard right! Dirk for the pin... Now the ref starts to get up..."

Jack B. Nimble: "One..."

Jim Jackson: "Lariat by Dirk! Masked pushes out of a Dirty Dirk hold. Masked hits a piledriver on Dirty Dirk. He goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Dirk gets a shoulder up! Dirk blocks a punch from The Masked Man, looks like it left a big red mark on his forearm."

Jim Jackson: "Neckbreaker by Dirk connects! Big piledriver on Masked. He goes for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "The Masked Man easily gets out of that one. Masked pushes out of a Dirty Dirk hold. I mean what type of hold is that? He grips like a baby!"

Jim Jackson: "Dirk takes a headbutt from The Masked Man. Masked slams Dirty Dirk down. Powerbomb on Dirk. The Masked Man sends Dirty Dirk to the ropes with an Irish whip... Big backdrop on Dirk, executed well. Dirk gets out the back of a The Masked Man bodyslam attempt. Dirk hits a piledriver on The Masked Man. GOOD REVERSAL!"

Brad Blood: "Dirk goes for the cover! No! Masked gets a foot on the bottom rope!"

Jim Jackson: "Death valley driver by Dirty Dirk, The Masked Man got planted hard. Oh man that shook the ring. Could this be it?"

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

Brad Blood: "Dirk cannot believe that The Masked Man got a shoulder up!"

Jim Jackson: "Flying shoulder tackle by Dirk sends Masked to the mat. Masked takes a headbutt from Dirty Dirk. Masked kicks Dirty Dirk in the gut to reverse the momentum. Big clothesline on Dirk. Lariat sends Dirk down! The Masked Man lifts his opponent onto his shoulders and slams him to the ground executing a Huntmaster Powerbomb!"

Brad Blood: "Dirk is just a smear on the canvas! He hooks the leg, this could be it!"

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

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by pinfall, The Masked Man!"

Jim Jackson: "The Masked Man picks up a win tonight! He remains in the ring celebrating his victory!"

Brad Blood: "Dirty Dirk is not moving at all... I think he's dead Jim!"


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 01/13/2011   Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:22 am



"Life is Beautiful" by Sixx AM blares throughout the arena and when the lyrics start to play Ray Kamaura makes his way to the ring very slowly.

Ray Holds up a mic and waits for the crowd's mix reaction of Cheers and boos to stop.

Ray Kamaura: "Last Week The British Hawk beat me in a normal match. It wasn't some fancy match nor was it that important. It was just a midcard match. But tonight I'm not in any matches. This is, no doubt, Marcus Troy's way of punishing me for bursting into his office."

Ray stops to let the crowd get out some more cheers.

Ray Kamaura: "Well I demanded a rematch for the ULOL Primo Ultimo Championship. I was rejected of course, which is good, because I wouldn't want to just be handed an opportunity. It was a rash move, and I would like to apologize for it. But I am going to earn another shot at the title, only this time, it'll be the hard way. I'm not taking any short cuts. Next week I'm gonna give UJJ the fight of his life. Win or Lose I'm going to do my best for you, the fans of the ULOL. A change is coming that will shake the very foundation of the ULOL forever. I want to be part of it."

Ray Hands the mic to the official and starts to leave the ring. Ray stops and decides to climb the turnbuckle to show off a little bit. Ray raises his arms and lets the crowd have time for more cheering. Ray then walks out of the arena back to his locker room.





With no entrance music, no flashy lights, but just the aura of her presence, Eunice P. Winslow walks out from the entrance tunnel and makes her way down the ramp. Her no-nonsense attitude gives her an air of authority that rivals that of Marcus Troy's as she enters the ring. Holding a mic up to her lips she begins to speak.

Eunice P. Winslow: "Good evening and thank you all for being present tonight. It seems that I have a couple of announcements to make tonight. First and foremost will be about the main event."

The VGM of ULOL pauses as the crowd leans in to listen to what changes Eunice P. Winslow added to the main event.

Eunice P. Winslow: "As you all know, Alexander Conway and Raven Connoly shall be battling Shogun in the main event. Well being the vice-general manager, I shall use my booking power to alter that match a little. As of now, the main event tonight will be a title match! That's right, instead of a non-title fight, Shogun shall be defending his title against Mr. Conway and Ms. Connoly in a three-way elimination match!"

The crowd cheers loudly, elated at the latest development. Mrs. Winslow waits for the crowd to settle down before she continues.

Eunice P. Winslow: "And second, I want to announce that on the PPV on January 30, I shall be booking a ten-man battle royale! But this is no ordinary battle royale, the winner of the battle royale shall receive the ULOL Boleto Dorado or in layman's terms, the golden ticket! But what does this golden ticket do? Simple, it gives the bearer the right to challenge any champion anytime for the title they are in possession."

The crowd gasps in surprise at revelation made by the vice-general manager.

Eunice P. Winslow: "That's right, the ULOL Boleto Dorado is a free pass to any champion, whether it be the Primo Ultimo, the Ligero Maximo or the Campeónes Compañero. The ticket shall have a validity of six months! And the bearer can be challenged for possession of it if he or she still have not cashed it in."

The crowd grows more excited what Eunice P. Winslow just said.

Eunice P. Winslow: "But who are eligible for this battle royale you all ask? Well to be fair, a lottery was drawn earlier tonight in my office, the names of everyone except the current champions were put into the hat and ten names were drawn. These ten names I shall now announce to all."

The crowd is literally on the edge of their seats waiting for the names to be announced by Mrs. Winslow.

Eunice P. Winslow: "The names of the lucky participants are, Allister King, Brostar, Lucian Blackheart, Ray Kamaura, Raven Connoly, Reverend Thomas Gilden, Shadow, Sr. Gonzalez, Taufik and The Masked Man. These ten individuals shall get the chance of a lifetime."

The crowd starts cheering as they hear the names of their favorite superstars get included in the battle royale.


My Apocalypse by Arch Enemy starts playing around the arena as The Masked Man appears at the top of the ramp with a mic in hand.

The Masked Man: "Well, this look this should be the easiest little battle royal I have ever been in! Mrs. Winslow, you may a swell just give me that golden ticket right now!"

"I Am...All of Me" by Crush 40 plays as brostar comes out on the stage with a mic to speak.

Brostar: "Hehe! No so fast Mystery Man, but you must have made a mistake. You see after I win my match, I will have all of the momentum I need. And let's not forget you will be in the ring against a former World and Hardcore Champion so if anyone has a chance of winning a battle royale you're looking at him."

The crowd chant "Brostar" repeatedly.

Brostar: "Just keep your eyes on my match tonight and I will prove you all I have the ultimate chance of winning this match and sorry to Nao Fook Mi if I have to go through you to get what I need to advance in this Fed then I will do it."

Then Brostar turns to the camera to continue.

Brostar: "Now to all of the champions, when I win that golden ticket I promise to cash it in on that night of the PPV on the World Champion and I don't care if the champion is Alex Conway, I don't care if it is the Demonic god Shogun and even though I have a lot of respect for, but even if it is Raven Connoly I will still cash in on the World title at the PPV, and I promise to become a 2 time World Champion."

With that said the music hits and Brostar walks through the entrance tunnel to backstage.


Before he could exit all of a sudden he gets hit with a chair the camera focuses on the person who did it and it was Shadow. Shadow keeps smacking Brostar with a chair until Brostar lays down motionless Shadow picks up Brostar in a powerbomb position and throws him off the stage down to the hard floor.

Shadow: "Hahaha! Hey Bro did you ever wanted to know who's been attacking you? It was me, Shadow. I'm the one who's been attacking you for weeks now haha! Have a nice match that is if you can stand hahahaha!"

"Massacre" plays as Shadow heads to backstage.


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

Marcus Troy: "We should all thank our esteemed vice-general manager for giving out such a great announcement."

The tone of sarcasm and contempt could clearly be heard and felt in Marcus Troy's voice.

Marcus Troy: "But I myself have a few more announcements to make. First of all, I want to announce a tag gauntlet tournament for next week's Lucha Loco! In search of challengers for our tag champions we shall have an ULOL original tag team gauntlet match. Teams who sign up shall receive a significant bonus in their next paychecks and the chance to be number one contender to battle for the tag titles in the pay-per-view!"

Marcus Troy smiles as he knows he has the crowd's attention.

Marcus Troy: "The rules are simple, the match starts with two teams, the one who loses gets eliminated, a new team shall come out to fight the winning team, whichever tag team who wins get to stay to battle the next team and so on until one last team remains. How's that for originality?"

Marcus Troy looks into the eyes of the vice-general manager Eunice P. Winslow before continuing.

Marcus Troy: "My next announcement is about what occurred last week. As you all know, last week Morbidly Unstoppable won a tag match against Shogun and Q, thus earning them a title shot at the Primo Ultimo title. But what are they to do? They earned one title shot but there are two of them. Now now, to settle the dispute between them and save them any arguing, I, Marcus Troy have come up with a solution."

Marcus Troy pauses for a while to catch his breath as the crowd and Mrs. Winslow listens to what he has to say.

Marcus Troy: "My solution is simple, whichever member of Morbidly Unstoppable who gets the pinfall in their title defense this coming PPV shall get the title shot."

The crowd gasps at the announcement that is meant to widen the already existing cracks between the relationship of the tag champions.


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, his Primo Ultimo championship around his waist. Shogun begins to make his way to the ring with a broad smile on his face his eyes still show the hatred for the people in the arena and the pure intensity can still be seen in Shoguns body language as he walks down the ramp. As he makes it to the ring he runs up and rolls into the ring taking the title off his waist and hoisting it into the air with one arm before putting it over one shoulder. Shogun picks up a mic from a ring attendant and begins to speak.

Shogun: "Well this has been some party...second rate wrestlers beating each other up old women coming out to tell the world about the newest way to try and earn a fluke win for MY Primo Ultimo championship! I am sure you can all see that I am just shaking from the pure fear in my heart that BROSTAR might get that ticket and challenge me for my title!"

A look of mock fear is seen on Shogun`s face before a wide grin appears and he shakes Marcus Troys hand.

Shogun: "I am even more afraid of what will happen when either Stoppable or the barrel of lard get a shot at my belt! I mean what could I possibly do against a man who cannot live without a trip to a buffet table at least 3 times a day or worse a man who lies about his credentials to make himself look like an actual contender! Why I think I may just faint from the pure fear that I feel in my heart!"

Shogun chuckles for a moment before the serious look we have become used to returns to his face.

Shogun: "Now back to reality...I do not care who get a hold of that ticket nor do I care which of the two men in that failure of a tag team Morbidly Stoppable get a shot at my belt because I will beat them NO I will make an example out of them! You see just because I happen to be a partner of this man Marcus Troy does not mean that I cannot fight for myself! I have more than proven myself as a true champion and if it takes even more brutal beatings to my challengers to convince you then so be it."

Shogun: "By now I should not have to tell you people that I am the best wrestler in the world it should be CEMENTED into you pea brains that I AM the greatest wrestler ever to step into a ring! I have beaten every challenger for this belt with ease and tonight I will defeat both Raven and Conway simply to make another example out of them. I will show that NO ONE stands a chance against the might of the Demonic God! Soon each and every one of you will BOW at my feet or you will be sacrificed!"

Shogun raises his belt into the air and closes his eyes as he soaks in the boos from the crowd.

Shogun: "As a said last week a change is coming and I will spearhead a new era in the history of wrestling.The era of the Demonic God!"

Shogun drops the mic and begins to exit the ring


Suddenly the place went dark and when the lights are back on, they see Taufik standing in the ring with a microphone in his hand as he is about to reply to Mrs. Winslow Golden Ticket Battle Royale.

Taufik: "Dark changes are coming and I am one of the men that will be moving with it. And this Golden Ticket Battle Royale is a great opportunity to show you all the new Taufik. It is time for me to make my mark here in ULOL, for the changes to proceed faster than any Higher Power could have predicted. Time to prepare myself for the fight of the century."

The place went dark again and when the lights are up again, Taufik is gone.


"Life is Beautiful" by Sixx AM blares throughtout the arena and when the lyrics start to play Ray Kamaura makes his way to the ring very slowly.

Ray Kamaura: "The golden ticket... Well that sounds like just the chance I need to prove myself as a wrestler around here. I've never done anything like that. I'm a soon to be champion after I win the battle royale. But I'm not doing it for me, I'm doing it for the thousands of fans watching at home. For those other 9 people its gonna be "game over"!"

The crowd cheers for Ray Kamaura as his music starts to play and he heads backstage.

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 stops on top of the entrance ramp looks at Marcus Troy before heading down the ramp stopping outside the ring. Lifting a mic to her lips, she speaks.

Nao Fook Mi: "It is a shame that I will not be able to compete in that battle royale Mrs. Winslow. I would have loved to try my luck inside the ring with nine other wrestlers for the golden ticket, yet when one door closes, another one opens."

Fook Mi turns around and faces Marcus Troy.

Nao Fook Mi: "I would like to officially enter myself and my tag partner Little Wang in your tag team gauntlet Mr. Troy. It seems that this place is lacking real competition in the tag team department and I think it's time for my and Little Wang to shake things up a bit."

The crowd gasps and murmurs of excitement start to emanate from beyond the steel railings.

Nao Fook Mi: "As of today, I would want to announce the newest tag team here in ULOL! Oriental Spices!"

Just then Little Wang scampers out from under the ring and leaps about doing back flips entertaining the crowd. Little Wang and Nao Fook Mi then exits through the crowd as the crowd cheers and show their support to the newly formed tag team.


"Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top starts to sound, the light suddenly turns off after a few seconds it starts again and he was standing at the entrance ramp with microphone in his hand.

Arnold “GoodFella” Bold: "Well it’s shame that you guys are always forgetting me. Since my fellow Taufik will be participating in this so called tournament I would like to sign myself and my other fellow called Felix Schwarz into this gauntlet match. Well Marcus you could already make us winners cause at the end we will be celebrating victory as the new power that will be rising here. Like Taufik said a change is coming."

After those words Arnold's music hits and he goes back to his locker room.


Some doors slide widening the entrance tunnel, making it big enough for Sr. Gonzalez extra long limousine to come through. It drives towards the ring, where Gonzalez, wearing a big and expensive coat, and his two bodyguards come down. One of them gives him a microphone. The bodyguards go wait ringside, while Gonzalez climbs into the ring. He takes of his coat to reveal a not-so-bad body for his age.

Gonzalez begins to speak.


Sr. Gonzalez: "Ha! I've been selected to participate for a title shot! Of course I have."

The crowd boos.

Sr. Gonzalez: "I'm back from my vacation, but I'll talk about that later. I just want to say that I'm 100% ready for any match now. I failed getting the title before, but no more! NO MORE! I have another chance and I'm not gonna waste it! And even if I do, I know I will have more in the future."

He stops for a moment, only to return with a sudden loud scream which scares the crowd.

Sr. Gonzalez: "BUT I DON'T WANNA WAIT! I'm gonna get my title now! The other 9 can say goodbye to that golden thingy because my name is on the list of participants!"

He leaves the ring and heads towards his limousine. Before entering it, he says:

Sr. Gonzalez: "I've also noticed there's some other Chilean guy here... But I'll talk about that later."

He and his bodyguards get into the limousine, and it makes it's way backstage in reverse.




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VS

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for one fall! Introducing first, making his way to the ring, 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 claims to have left his treacherous ways behind him, we will see if that's true in this match tonight against Nao Fook Mi."

Brad Blood: "I'm sure that weasel Brostar is up to something, I don't believe he's gone straight for a minute."

Jasmine Lee: "His opponent! Making her way to the ring, 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: "Here comes Nao Fook Mi who has had her issues with Brostar but stated she is willing to forgive him."

Brad Blood: "Bad move, she wants a fair match with Brostar, I guarantee you she ain't gonna get it."

Jasmine Lee: "The referee for this match is Don Q. Hotte! And now, LET THE LUNACY BEGIN!"

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell and Brostar waisting no time starting out with a standing leg lariat followed by a thunderous spin kick to Fook Mis' face."


Brad Blood: "See, that proves he's still a jerk, a good looking woman like Nao in the ring and he kicks her in the face first thing. What an idiot!"

Jim Jackson: "Looks like Brostar is going for the cover."


Don Q. Hotte: "1....2...."


Brad Blood: "Nao gets her shoulder up. Probably the first time Brostar has had a woman on her back."

Jim Jackson: "Fook Mi reversing a hammerlock from Brostar, and follows up with a basement dropkick to the knee. Brostar goes down hard."


Brad Blood: "Nao just dropped Bro like a bag of dirt, and now Nao, hmm, that's hard to say, now Nao, that's a tongue twister, speaking of tongue twister I wouldn't mind twisting my tongue around Nao Fo...,"


Jim Jackson: "STOP NOW!! Nao going to the top rope, whats she have in mind here. a flying elbow off the top rope and Brostar got all of that elbow. Fook Mi with the cover!"


Don Q. Hotte "1....2..."

Brad Blood: "Brostar kicks out, look at his face, he's frustrated, I bet the true Brostar is about to come out, the cheating weasel side."

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi goes for an avalanche but Brostar quickly counters with a raised foot to the face. Fook Mi is dazed! Brostar delivering a super kick and Nao goes down."

Brad Blood: "He kicked her in the face again, what is he retarded!?"

Jim Jackson: "Nao Fook Mi is back up and nails Bro with a wicked chop, look at Brostars chest light up, that had to sting. Fook Mi hits a high kick on Brostar. She's going back to the top rope, another flying elbow, and a cover!"

Don Q: Hotte: "1...2..."


Brad Blood: "Brostar kicks out again, Nao is going back up, I do love the view when she's up there."


Jim Jackson: "Nao flies, but Brostar rolls out of the way as Nao slams against the mat. Brostar breaks out a spinning back kick from. Followed by a back suplex on Fook Mi. Brostar hooks the leg, he may have it here."

Don Q. Hotte: "1..2..."

Brad Blood: Nao kicks out just in time, and I bet Brostar is about to turn back to the jerk we all know now."


Jim Jackson: "I don't think so, it looks like Brostar may be a changed man. Fook Mi blocks a kick from Brostar, followed by two hard chops. Spin kick by Nao Fook Mi to Brostar's face!"


Brad Blood: "Well, it looks like his face is going to be changed after that kick from Fook mi, have you ever noticed her name kinda sounds like now..,"

Jim Jackson: "Yes, we all have Brad. Nao Fook Mi gets taken down with a sweep kick from Brostar. Nao pulls herself up just in time to be greeted by a running dropkick sending her flying into the corner. Nao stumbles forward, Brostar is waiting for her a face crusher, followed by a cover!"

Don Q. Hotte: "1..2.."

Brad Blood: "Nao kicks out just in time. Brostar looks shocked. He's about to cheat, you can see it!"


Jim Jackson: "Brostar pulling Nao to her feet, he sweeps behind her and locks on a sleeper hold, could this be it!!"

Brad Blood: "Fook Mi counters a sleeper hold by turning it into a jaw breaker. Nicely done, Brostar is reeling from that one."


Jim Jackson: "Fook Mi not letting up as she hits a dropkick followed by a back heel kick off the second rope, Brostar goes down. Look out, Nao Fook Mi is moving in for the kill. Here it comes - Fook Mi Special!!"

Don Q. Hotte: "1....2...3"

Brad Blood: "And there you have it, I can't believe the little weasel never cheated!"

Jim Jackson: 'Wait a minute, what is he doing here. Shadow is coming down the aisle with a chair!"


Brad Blood: "OH YEAH!! This should be good, Shadow is climbing into the ring!


Jim Jackson: "Brostar dodges a chair shot from Shadow! Nao Fook Mi is waiting for him with a spin kick knocking the chair into Shadows face."


Brad Blood: "Why the hell is she helping that loser after what he did to her?!"

Jim Jackson: "Nao said she doesn't hold grudges. Brostar with a dropkick knocking Shadow against the ropes, and her come Brostar and Fook Mi with a double clothesline sending Shadow crashing to the mat."

Brad Blood: "I bet that wasn't the outcome Shadow was hoping for."


Jim Jackson: Well it looks like Brostar has changed, and it also looks like he has turned an enemy into an allie as Brostar and Nao Fook Mi shake hands."

Brad Blood: "PFFFT, LAME!!!"


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 01/13/2011   Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:23 am



Shadow is walking through backstage as he stops and knocks on a door that has the name "Shogun" on it.

*Knock Knock*

Shadow: "Shogun! I want to talk to you."

*Knock Knock*

Shadow: "Shogun?"

Waits for an answer.


Shogun refuses to answer the door and lets shadow stand out and knock.





Scene opens inside the office of Marcus Troy, General Manager of ULOL. Streamers and confetti are all over his floor and desk, due to his earlier encounter with both the Primo Ultimo and the Ligero Maximo Champions. He is on the phone, most likely bellowing at his cleaners, ordering them to come at once. A knock is heard at the door. Marcus ignores it at first but the knocks become more consistent and Marcus finally opens the door. In comes The British Hawk. The man who is on a roll as of late. He walks in and looks somewhat shocked at the mess.

The British Hawk: "Woah, did I miss a party here or something? I'm sure you know that parties at work shouldn't be held in your office Marcus, although I don't view you as the party type. Hmm don't judge a book by its cover has struck once again."

TBH chuckles, Marcus looks annoyed as he doesn't need this right now. TBH sweeps some confetti off a chair and sits on it.

The British Hawk: "Well I'll just cut to the chase. In the wise words of the man I beat last week, Ray Kamura, 'I want a shot at a title!' but I obviously would say it nicely. Now hold on I have reasons in my pocket. Lemme dig 'em out."

TBH digs through the pockets of his jeans. He pulls out a piece of folded paper. He unfolds it and reads aloud.

The British Hawk: "Bananas, Milk, Condoms- Whoops, this is my shopping list. I wouldn't want to tell anymore because it gets em more explicit. Hehe"

TBH digs through his pockets once again and pulls out another bit of paper. He puts his 'shopping list' away in his pockets and reads the new bit of paper aloud.

The British Hawk: "Dear Mr. Troy, if you are reading this then you have already kicked me out of your office, that or I'm currently reading it to you. The aim of this whole letter is to persuade you to give me a title shot. Reasons for this attempted persuasion is that for one, I have been on a sort of winning streak as of late. Now normally for a wrestler thats on a roll like I am, they earn the title of 'Number one contendership' for a title. Also, if you wasn't watching. Which, I'm sure you have because it's sorta your job to, I defeated the previous Number One Contender for the Primo Ultimo title, Ray Kamura. I'm sure you agree that because of this victory, it has been proven that I can compete at championship level. Now what's in it for you I hear you scream uncontrollably! Well first of all, calm down there mate. Second of all, I can gurantee that I will put on an extremely good performance, after all it's the fans that count correct? Now, as I'm sort of bored of writing this letter, I conclude this letter by saying: PLEASE give me a title shot Marcus! Lots of love-. Joking I didn't really write 'lots of love' hehe. Yours sincerely, The British Hawk."

TBH rests the letter on his lap. He pauses for a few seconds before speaking again.

The British Hawk: "You know how long it took me to write this letter? 5 minutes! But those 5 minutes made me seem very out of character. If you know what I mean. Now I'll shut up and let you talk. we gotta let you look good aswell because they are watching!"

TBH points to the camera behind him and waits for Troy to respond.


Unimpressed by The British Hawk soliloquy Marcus Troy sits behind his desk indifferent.

Marcus Troy: "You want a title shot? Well I think that can be arranged. Of course I would like something else in return. Let's just say this title shot will be an IOU from you to me. If you should accept my condition then on January 30, at the pay-per-view, battling for the ULOL Ligero Maximo Title, Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing versus The British Hawk in a ladder match! And of course I shall give you an extra incentive if you can manage to get the title off of that pompous masked freak."

Marcus Troy picks up a cigar and lights it up and waits for The British Hawk to reply.


TBH looks at Mr Troy.

The British Hawk: "An IOU? Marcus, I'm asking for a title shot not a few hundred dollars. Now Marcus I know your manipulative and cunning ways, I mean you told TMOM to burn down the WHW arena and he did it! I am feeling quite uneasy about this IOU and the ermm little incentive for if I defeat Q. I didn't know that you couldn't get a bigger bonus than being a champion."

TBH sits forward in his chair.

The British Hawk: "Now I'm going to say yes I do accept this proposal. Only because I want to give the PPV an awesome match. Now just one quick question. You know when I last had a Ladder Match against Shogun for the Intercontinental Title? Can I just clarify that the Ligero Maximo title will be hanging from the ceiling? Because I wouldn't want my girlfriend going through all this traumatic stuff again."

TBH then relaxes back in the chair, waiting for the GM to respond.


Marcus Troy smiles as he knows his bait has been taken.

Marcus Troy: "Of course, this time you can be sure that it will be the Ligero Maximo title hanging twenty five feet in the air. Now you best prepare yourself for a battle, I doubt that Q shall hold anything back in your upcoming battle."

Marcus Troy takes another puff from his cigar and blows the smoke towards The British Hawk's direction.

Marcus Troy: "I'm sure that this deal will be beneficial to both of us. I do hope your winning streak continues on until the pay-per-view."

A sly grin appears on Marcus Troy's face.


Sort of spooked by the grin that has been engraved onto the GMs face, TBH quickly scampers out of his seat and out towards the door not disturbing the eye contact between them, TBH then turns out of the door, out if view. Fast moving footsteps can be heard as the scene fades out.





ULOL's in-house medical team are tending to a couple of wrestlers who took a hard fall during their match. Understandably, a few staff are on hand to make sure neither wrestler tried anything funny on the other.

This arrangement is perfectly all right as far as Manolo Ferrer is concerned. He finds Taufik on a cot at one side of the infirmary, and Felix Schwarz on the cot at the other side of the room.


Manolo Ferrer: "No, Carl. I think it's too early to decide whether the training needs to be retooled. I'd rather you keep at it for another week at least. Listen, I have to go see a couple of people. Bye."

Mr. Ferrer hangs up his cellphone as he walks between the two wrestlers. He nods his thanks towards the staff who have managed to keep Schwarz and Taufik from getting too close to each other. He begins to address them both calmly.

Manolo Ferrer: "I hope what happened to your match has cleared things up between the two of you. Both of you may disagree with that, and may want another crack at putting the other man down for the count. Maybe I should just let you two do that again."

He shakes his head, as if disagreeing with himself.

Manolo Ferrer: "But you, Mr. Taufik, are my client..."

Mr. Ferrer points towards Taufik, momentarily, before turning to point towards Felix Schwarz.

Manolo Ferrer: "You, Mr. Schwarz, have been helping my other client these past several weeks. I again tell you, fighting each other is counterproductive. We all have a common goal here in ULOL. We are not getting any closer to achieving that, by trying to put each other through tables."

Mr. Ferrer pauses to see if Taufik and Felix Schwarz are paying attention.

Manolo Ferrer: "You two are going to have to settle this. You've tried beating each other in a match, so that's why you're both guests at the infirmary. I'm only suggesting you try to settle it in a way that doesn't involve visiting the doctor as a consequence."


The response the manager finds himself getting is...a nonresponse. Neither Felix Schwarz nor Taufik seemed eager to reply.

Manolo Ferrer: "Gentlemen, let me put it this way: the two men who are now Campeónes Compañero were in the main event the same night you two were trying to beat each other's brains out. And this is because there was no other tag team available to face them."

He pauses for a moment as an EMT walks by him.

Manolo Ferrer: "The schedules for the next two weeks have been set. There will be a contenders' match to settle who will challenge Jack Johnson and the Morbidly Obese Man for the Campeónes Compañero. Mr. Taufik, I doubt if your plans to take over ULOL can involve challenging Morbidly Unstoppable, if you're putting all this focus on fighting people who share a common enemy with you. I would not be surprised if Mr. Bold decides to take care of his own career if this belligerence continues. Please consider that."


Felix Schwarz just opens his eyes and sees Manolo Ferrer standing . He looks at the Taufik.

Felix Schwarz: "Your words aren't going anywhere Mr. Ferrer, since Taufik came back his ego inflated to gigantic proportions and now he wants to fight everyone that he don’t like. Somehow he has set his sights on me, like I'm his enemy... But you know that’s not true it’s just your mind thinking that everybody is your enemies. Tell me Tau what did I do to you that you don’t like me? Huh?"


Taufik gives a small laugh just before he talks to Felix.

Taufik: "Hahahaha... Well after all that all I got to say that you're good kid. This was all just a part of the test, my initiation for you to join the cause and it looks like you passed it with flying colors. You stayed toe to toe with me and you managed to get a draw outta me. So how bout it boy? you join in my cause to take over ULOL?"


A light shower of streamers and confetti begins to fall upon everyone in the room. A balloon falls into the hands of Manolo Ferrer.

Like all the other balloons that were part of earlier confetti showers, this one is printed with the mask of none other than the world-famous wrestling wonder. The man known only as Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing.

On cue, Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing steps into the infirmary. Several reporters attempt to follow him, but he gestures to them to stay by the door. He takes the balloon out of Manolo's hands, autographing it for him.


Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "Here is a small token to mark the title reign that will bring glory and prosperity to the ULOL!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing visibly shivers for a few seconds, before signing a few other balloons to give to Taufik, Felix Schwarz, and the medical team.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "This is but a humble gesture to help salve the bruising and battering you see and experience each week, here in the ULOL! Even from outside, I can feel the straining and aching caused by the sexual tension that drips from every corner of this room! This feeling is flavored with extremism and fear, that someone might be man enough to take another man's man!"

The Ligero Maximo champion gives a balloon to Taufik.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I look forward to seeing more of this new and improved you!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing also gives a balloon to Felix Schwarz.

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing: "I would think long and hard about what extremely Taufik is offering! Just a short while ago, he promised to spill every drop of your blood as a gift to his good fella! And now he wants to shake your hand and be your bestest friend! As if nothing has happened!"

Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing exits, winking at Taufik as he leaves. The shower of confetti and streamers drizzles to a halt.


Taufik look with his eyes wide open even with his new and improved Taufik he is speechless at Q's words. He musters up the sanity to respond.

Taufik: "He is one Fucked up dude. Who the hell does he think he is? He need brain transplant. Or maybe a Singapore Cane to the head. That will do."

Taufik popped the balloons that he got receive with the name of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing.


Taufik's manager glares after the departing Q. With the balloon still in his hands, he hastily races to the door after the unwanted visitor.

Mr. Ferrer is halfway out the door, when he hesitates. He settles with yelling after Q instead.


Manolo Ferrer: "You are not helping things any!"

Manolo Ferrer returns to the infirmary, dusting off the confetti that has stuck onto his suit. He thinks about getting rid of the balloon Q gave him, before deciding he could sell it off for some good money. He hurriedly refocuses on the two patients in the room.

Manolo Ferrer: "We need to have some sort of accord on this. You don't like each other, but you do have a common goal. And we do need to settle on plans for this Campeónes Compañero contenders' match."

Mr. Ferrer sets his balloon aside.

Manolo Ferrer: "If I may suggest, what if you focus on contending for the Primo Ultimo or Ligero Maximo, Mr. Taufik? Mr. Schwarz will continue working with Mr. Bold. I know this wasn't the idea you had in mind, but we do have a time limit before we find ourselves locked out of title contention, till the next cycle."


Taufik: "Well it seems Felix is worthy to be Arnold's partner, fine I'll let him tag with him as long as he joins my cause. But make sure that he and Arnold take that tag title away from those Mobility Un-Jerkable."

Taufik Waits for Felix to reply to his offer.


Felix wonders for several minutes what he should say, he is still not very trustful of Taufik. He knows that he could be betrayed by Taufik at any time still he doesn’t say that loud but keeps this thought is in his head. He finally decides and replies.

Felix Schwarz: "You know what Mr. Taufik? I say that your offer have been accepted but you forgot one thing. We are one men short to conquer all titles which are currently active and that is your goal number one to find last piece of the puzzle then you could capture all gold."

After words that was said by Felix he realized that he is now completely inside of the group and that makes him very happy. He has earned the trust of all the members of the group yet he mustn't let his guard down. His real mission is his tag team partner Arnold “GoodFella” Bold and that makes him restless because Felix's boss told him how dangerous could GoodFella can be. He remembers many cases on murders linked with GoodFella where the bodies weren’t even found. He starts to think who else could join this little group well currently without a name and then suddenly initials L.B pops in his mind.

Felix Schwarz: "Mister Manolo would you mind to consider someone I know to join our little group? As I said before, we need one last piece of the puzzle and could you talk to him if he wants to be with us."

Felix ended what he wanted to say and now he looks into Taufik and then into Manolo and is waiting for one of them to reply.


Taufik look at Felix and then laugh off a bit before replying

Taufik: "Have you ever heard of double champion? Someone can be a double champion. I will the be Ultimo Primo champion first then that the other title that I don't even know what name is it called but who cares as long as the title is within our hands, we will takeover this company."


Manolo Ferrer notes the responses of the two men, even as he continues picking off the confetti still stuck to his suit. He appears skeptical about this resolve that he now sees from Mr. Taufik and Mr. Schwarz.

Manolo Ferrer: "That sounds promising. But we do need to recognize the roles we need to play here. The opportunities are there, but they are not limitless. If you want to make a push that leads to a championship, then priorities will have to be set. It is time we set our sights on the right targets, and I don't mean you gentlemen fighting each other."

Fade out.






As the camera fades in we see Stephanie Dawson standing backstage. Standing beside her is Raven Connoly, Raven has her hair down and is wearing a newsie style hat and a black baby-t.

Stephanie Dawson: "Ladies and Gentleman. I am here backstage with Raven Connoly who has a major match coming up tonight, a 3-way match with Alexander Conway and current ULOL Primo Ultimo Champion, Shogun. Raven, what are your thoughts on tonight's match?"

Raven Connoly: "I have to admit Stephanie, I was not expecting to be in a match of this magnitude this soon into my return to ULOL. Now don't get me wrong, I am ready for the match, I just figured I would have to work my way up the ranks a little after my absence before I got a chance like this. I'm going up against two very talented wrestlers, I may not think very highly of them on a personal level, but they are both skilled in the ring, and I don't take them lightly. Having said that, tonight is my chance to prove that I am 100% again, and the injuries are behind me. These fans are in for one hell of a match, none of the participants in this match know the word quit, so it should be a grueling match, but in the end I am confident i will come out on top."

Stephanie Dawson: "There are rumors going around that Marcus Troy and Shogun have struck up some sort of partnership, and may even be building some sort of faction, any thoughts on that?"

Raven Connoly: "Well, I think the Shogun/Marcus partnership is more then just rumors personally, I'm not sure about a faction, but it wouldn't surprise me. I have quite a history with Marcus, and I wouldn't put anything past that scum. I can tell you this though, I've experienced the hell Marcus can put a person through personally. The man will stop at nothing to destroy someone, he has no heart, and could care less who he destroys to get what he wants. It seems Shogun is just as bad, if not worse, the two of them combined won't be good news. My message to the two of them is they better steer clear of me, they have both seen what I can do if I'm pushed far enough, and I'm proud to say I'm one of the very few who have beaten Marcus at his own game. If they are teaming up, if they are building some sort of faction, I'll just put them on notice now, if I see something going on, if I start seeing any of these superstars in this locker room treated unfairly, I will be the first one to stand up to them, I will not allow it to stand."


Stephanie Dawson: "Strong words from Raven Connoly directed towards some of ULOL's most powerful figures. Well, Raven, good luck in your match tonight."


Raven Connoly: "Thank you Stephanie, I appreciate it."

Raven walks off as the scene fades to black.






The arena goes dark. All of a sudden red lights start to flash on and off. "Ability to Create a War by A Skylit Drive" blasts through the arena speakers. A familiar looking face walks down the ramp and into the ring with a arm sling and a mic.

Lucian Blackheart: "Well, well, well.. Look who's returned from the dead."

A cheeky smirk appears on Lucians face as he receives a fair amount of cheers from the crowd, but he also recieves twice as much boos.

Lucian Blackheart: "Do I hear booing in the audience? Wow.. Ok let me explain something to you. This is not an excuse. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I challenged Bloodflame. In fact the moment I spoke of him I knew exactly what I was getting into. I ran my mouth.. and in the end he shoved my ass, accompanied by his left boot, in it. That I can admit. But considering that I was at a major height and weight disadvantage, not once did I back down from what can easily be said one of the most destructive men on the face of the Earth. Now.. People aren't talking about how Bloodflame beat some young punk. They're talking about how some young punk stood toe-to-toe with Bloodflame."

Lucian takes off the arm sling and begins to stretch out his arms. A quick look of pain and anguish quickly turns into pleasure and relief as his arms reach the full extent. He throws away the sling and raises the mic back to his mouth.

Lucian Blackheart: "After my match, I was informed by doctors that it would take at least 6-8 weeks before I would ever step in the ring again. I spent every waking hour in the gym, doing recovery. It's been 3 weeks and they've already set me up with another catch-weight fight."

A smile appears on Lucians face as small cheers from the crowd emerge.

Lucian Blackheart: "In fact.. I think I've had enough exercising my vocal cords. Bring out my opponent.. Pretty sure that's him I'm smelling all the way from here.. Bacon and pig crap, right? Somebody get me a peg for my nose please.. In fact if you're smart enough you might wanna bring some to our next show and sell them for 5 dollars each. Hell, I'm sure you could push for 20 dollars a peg, especially with this stench."

Lucian starts to wave his hand in front of his nose. He hands off the mic to Jasmine Lee, as the referee jumps in the ring. Lucian jumps around the ring rolling his shoulders and such.

"Asylum" by Disturbed starts to play as Bloodflame comes out onto the entrance ramp, mic in hand. He looks up towards the ring, a smirk on his face, before he speaks.

Bloodflame: "I'll get to you in a minute, don't worry. I need to address a certain fat man, first. TMOM, just ask anyone I've faced in the ring since I've been here, now and in the past. I can bring a hell of a lot more than a sledgehammer with me. However it goes, it'll be a fight to remember, I can assure you of that."

Bloodflame looks towards the ring again.

Bloodflame: "Give it a rest with the damn excuses already! Suck it up! You talked shit, you got owned. I don't give a damn about size advantage. You seem to forget, I've also beaten the tub of pig crap you're about to go against. And I can see I must have hit you in the head harder than I thought, because you're obviously delusional. Nobody's talking about the match we had. Their only concern is the title matches."

Bloodflame glances back towards the entryway for a second.

Bloodflame: Now that I've cleared up this little misunderstanding of things that you seem to have I'll leave you to it, since I can smell that your opponent is on his way. Oh, and just to let you know, now we're done. The only time you'll be seeing me again is in your nightmares.

Bloodflame drops the mic and heads to the back.

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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 01/13/2011   Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:23 am

VS

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

Jim Jackson: "Well Lucian is already waiting in the ring. Coming off his injury in the pay-per-view, this will be his comeback match. Can he overcome his bigger opponent?"

Brad Blood: "Meh! He's against another hillbilly hick... I may not like Blackheart but I'm rooting for him in this one."

Jasmine Lee: "Introducing his opponent, Puu "The Pig Farmer"!"

Pig squeals are heard as Puu "The Pig Farmer" jogs his way to the ring.

Jim Jackson: "Puu definitely has the size advantage, next to The Morbidly Obese Man and Ray Kamaura, he's probably the next biggest wrestler in the roster."

Brad Blood: "Ugh! And he almost smells as bad as Stank Lord."

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

Jim Jackson: "There's the bell! And Puu misses a wide swing as Blackheart ducks under his arm! Puu swings his other arm, again dodged by Lucian Blackheart. It seems that Puu telegraphs his moves making them very easy to read and avoid. Puu takes a chop from Blackheart."

Brad Blood: "WAHAHAHAHA! Lucian Blackheart bitch-slaps Puu. Oh man he even squeals like a pig when bitch-slapped! WAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Jim Jackson: "Blackheart strikes away at Puu "The Pig Farmer". Enzuigiri by Blackheart connects! Blackheart with a springboard DDT! He plants Puu to the canvas! Blackheart for the pin."

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

Brad Blood: "Puu gets a shoulder up. BITCH-SLAP HIM AGAIN BLACKHEART! MAKE HIM SQUEAL!"

Jim Jackson: "Lucian Blackheart has a headlock on Puu... Puu pushes out of the hold and sends Blackheart to the ropes! Lucian bounces back... Right into a stiff clothesline! Puu "The Pig Farmer" picks Lucian Blackheart up back to his feet... Oh! headbutt sends him down to the canvas! Puu hooks the leg!"

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

Brad Blood: "Blackheart kicks out at two! He quickly rolls away and distances himself from Puu. Smart move by Blackheart."

Jim Jackson: "Blackheart tries to use the ropes to get some air time... He gets caught in mid-air by Puu! Body slam! Puu tries to get a sleeper in... Lucian Blackheart counters it with a jawbreaker! Shining wizard! Blackheart for the cover!"

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

Brad Blood: "Damn, Puu again gets his shoulders up. I think here comes Blackheart with a spinning side kick... It connects but Puu is still standing!"

Jim Jackson: "Back heel kick from Blackheart on Puu. Lucian Blackheart floors Puu "The Pig Farmer" with a dropkick! Lucian Blackheart kicks the opponent to the stomach then does a 180 degree spin and a backflip kick to the opponents face. Lucian Blackheart then proceeds to place the opponent into a modified triangle choke position executing a deadly Roll of Fate!"

Brad Blood: "HAHA! Puu is turning blue! He's turning BLUE!!! PUU TAPS!!! PUU TAPS!!!"

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match via submission, Lucian Blackheart!"

Jim Jackson: "Puu "The Pig Farmer" leaves and walks back down the aisle. Wait...Lucian Blackheart comes running as well, and Puu gets dropped with a clothesline, followed by a load of stomps. He is left lying in the aisle. That was totally unnecessary!"

Brad Blood: "It may be unnecessary but it's fun to watch Jim. Haha! Puu didn't know what hit him!"






Alexander is sitting on a bench in what appears to be his locker room. He has the TV on, showing the previous match, but his isn't watching it. Instead, he's starring at the wall when Stephanie and the cameraman arrive.

Stephanie Dawson: "Alexander?"

Alexander Conway: "Why hello Stephanie, is there a reason you didn't knock before entering? Nevermind, what do you want?"

Stephanie Dawson: "I would like your thoughts on your match tonight, since you didn't give them to me last week."

Alexander Conway: "Of course Stephanie, but first, let's clarify a few facts."

Alexander casually stands up and leans against the wall he was previously starring at.

Alexander Conway: "The clarification today is about the bullshit spewing forth from a certain Daniel K Brook. To set the record straight, I was the one who placed a beat down on both him and his half-wit brother. At the final PPV of WHW, I won the IC title by making Daniel tap out! That's right, he surrendered. He gave up. He forfeited. And then he talks about that stupid armbar of his, well I was in that armbar for quite a while in that match. I didn't tap out, nor did I show any residual damage from it. What magazine even ranks Brook at the top? I have never seen it. Certainly, someone who failed as badly as he, and even needed his brother to interfere, isn't near good enough to be named "The best wrestler in the world". He called TMOM a "Fat guy who can't wrestle"? Well, lucky for him the fat guy never defeated him, think of what that would do to his image....oh wait, TMOM did defeat him!"

Alexander stops long enough to feign a face of astonishment before continuing.

Alexander Conway: "He also said Shogun should be the "World Champion Jobber" if I remember correctly. Sorry, but that is a title reserved for him and his less than sub-par family."

Stephanie Dawson: "Harsh."

Alexander Conway: "Yeah, well he set himself up for it. I'm not paid to be nice."

Stephanie Dawson: "Would you ever want to face Daniel again?"

Alexander Conway: "Why would I? He's a worthless blade of grass, one in a billion. I could defeat pretty much any hobo from off the street and it would be equivalent to defeating him. His matches are so terrible, that they make you want to leap off a bridge. He's useless."

Alexander shrugs his shoulders.

Alexander Conway: "Well, now that the clarification is done, where were we? Ah yes, Shogun and Raven. At least this will be a match worth watching. The last few have driven me to watching the wall's paint peel."

Alexander points to the wall of which he is leaning on, for use as a visual aid.

Alexander Conway: "I'll start with Raven, but what really can I say about her? She's proven she is one of the best wrestlers out there and that she can really take it to the men. I respect her a great deal, but she hasn't been in the ring with me yet. I think....no, I know that I will be a challenge for her. Maybe some other time, I could fight her one vs. one. Could you imagine that? I dare say, a fight for the ages it would be!"

Alexander steps away from the wall and moves closer to Stephanie.

Alexander Conway: "The real story in this match though, is Shogun. You see, he's been putting on quite a show lately. "Demonic God" this or "Demonic God" that, him repeatedly saying nobody can defeat him, and a lot of other stuff. He's been talking, talking, talking, but how wrong is he? If you only recently started watching ULOL, you'd think he was telling the truth, as he's defended his title a number of times so far. But, if you've been here longer, you know that isn't correct."

Stephanie Dawson: "Where are you getting at, Conway?"

Alexander conway: "I'm just reminding everyone that Shogun only defeated me to win that title because there was a snapped top-rope involved. Have I received a fair, as in one vs. one, opportunity since then? No. Why? Because I would do like I did in my second week here, I would make Shogun tap out. Why isn't this match tonight a title match? Because Marcus doesn't want Shogun to lose his belt of course!"

Alexander sighs deeply.

Alexander Conway: "And there it is, the biggest firework of Shogun's ULOL run, his alliance with Marcus Troy. It's quite sad really, when he feels so insecure that he needs the General Manager to watch out for him."

Alexander holds up two fingers.

Alexander Conway: "Tonight, I have two options. Shogun has said the title is the most important thing to him. Option one is showing him how close he is to losing it. Raven and Shogun have their own personal rivalry brewing, making it odd that I was placed in the middle. Option two would be to not go out there at all, and let those two settle their differences."

Stephanie Dawson: "Which option do you prefer?"

Alexander Conway: "You should be able to figure that one out, I mean, I do have a thing for money."

Stephanie nods her head before turning to take her leave. Alexander sits back down onto his bench to watch some more paint peel as she goes.





The scene opens inside the backstage area. Fast approaching footsteps can be heard and The British Hawk comes sliding around a corner. He leans against the wall trying to catch his breath. He is still spooked from the earlier segment in which Marcus blew smoke and smiled at him. He looks to the left of him and sees the door. On the door there is a door tag. On the door tag there is a name. The name reads: Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. TBH shrugs and knocks on the door.

The British Hawk: "Hey Q! Are you there?! Fancy a chat?!"

TBH keeps on checking behind him as he awaits Q to answer the door.


When the door finally opens, TBH is surprised to find a large group of people being led out of the room by security.

Security in full riot gear.

Several of the people are protesting loudly, but nevertheless follow the security guards' directions as they are led away. Many of the people gingerly handle their cameras and other gear as security nudge them down the hall.

One of the guards nearly trips as he bump into TBH.


Guard: "Sir, you'll have to step back. We've been instructed by the GM to escort all reporters off the premises immediately."

The guard quickly answers the protest of a reporter.

Guard: "Look, as I was told, the GM has canceled your media accreditation. You're all welcome to reapply for clearance as early as tomorrow, but you will have to leave this building right now."

More guards in riot gear march down to help the squad already leading away the huge crowd of reporters, even as the group protest angrily over being thrown out of the building.

Marcus Troy can be seen further down the hall, with a satisfied sneer as he watches his men enforce his will.


Marcus Troy: "I know you're not happy, but this is only temporary! We need to review the access we give to people who aren't part of the company. This is for security purposes!"

Troy leaves the scene, not bothering to acknowledge TBH.


The British Hawk: "Gah, he really wants me!"

TBH turns tail and runs away thus ending the segment.






The scene opens to Marcus Troy inside his office, standing before him is the Chilean wrestler known as Meteoro. It seems that the general manager of ULOL has a few words to tell him.

Marcus Troy: "Your actions last week are unacceptable Meteoro. NO ONE walks out in a match here in ULOL. It makes me wonder why I signed you up in the first place. Where's your drive to compete? I'm sure the fans were expecting you to come out and take Daniel K Brook's challenge but instead what do you do? You disappointed them and ME by throwing the match to Brook without even lifting a finger."

Marcus Troy pauses and lights up a cigar, he takes a puff before continuing.

Marcus Troy: "I know you already beaten him Meteoro but why not erase any doubt that you are the better wrestler? I shall book you in a match again against Brook and this time I expect you to wrestle. Am I understood?"

Marcus Troy stares down at Meteoro waiting for a reply.


Meteoro: "Geez! Alright boss! Ima fight next time, alright? If you all wanna see the same match again, then fine! I'll do it! There's no problem, boss."

Meteoro walks towards the door, but he suddenly turns around.

Meteoro: "Excuse me, boss. What would happen if I don't do it?"


Marcus Troy: "Simple Meteoro, I suspend you for violating a direct order. It will be a shame to do so to a wrestler your caliber but I will do it believe me. This roster is already getting away with a lot of things and I think it is about time to bring order back here in ULOL. MY ORDER! Now I sincerely hope that you won't want to become an example for the rest of the roster am I correct in that assumption?"

Troy looks at Meteoro waiting for a reply.


Meteoro: "Of course! I was just wondering! Goodbye, boss!"

Meteoro rushes out of Marcus' office.


Meteoro walks into 3 police officers.

Officer: "Excuse me Mr. Meteoro, but we got a report from an unknown citizen that you were keeping hard drugs in your locker. We found 3 bags of pure cocaine. We are taking you in for questioning and suspicion of drug trafficking."

The officer slaps hand cuffs on Meteoro's hands.

Officer: "You have the right to be silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you....."


Marcus Troy stands up and speaks up.

Marcus Troy: "Hold it officers! This is ludicrous! I do not hire drug pushers nor drug users. I keep my federation CLEAN of these. I have done extensive background checks on my wrestlers. Meteoro, do not say a word, I will have a lawyer go down to the police station to clear things up. At this point we cannot afford a scandal."

Troy picks up the phone and begins dialing the number to the Wolfram and Hart law firm as the scene fades to black.




VS

Jim Jackson: "The next match we have Little Wang taking on Sr. Gonzalez. Both men have had moderate success here in ULOL. Sr. Gonzalez despite his age has surprised us with his skill whilst Little Wang has used his brain to take down much larger opponents. Who will win tonight's match?"

Brad Blood: "I vote for Gonzalez, and that has nothing to do with the fact he handed me $1000 tonight to say good things about him."

Jasmine Lee: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Little Wang!"

"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor starts playing on the speakers as flashing multicolored lights starts flashing at the top of the entrance ramp as smoke rises from the floor. A small form suddenly bounces out of the entrance tunnel and through the smoke which is slowly clearing. The crowd looks wide-eyed at the small midget standing on top of the entrance ramp with both arms in the air waving a victory sign with his fingers. The midget runs down the ramp and scampers into the ring.

Jasmine Lee: "And his opponent for tonight, Sr. Gonzalez!"

Some doors slide widening the entrance tunnel, making it big enough for Sr. Gonzalez extra long limousine to come through. It drives towards the ring, where Gonzalez, wearing a big and expensive coat, and his two bodyguards come down. The bodyguards go wait ringside, while Gonzalez climbs into the ring. He takes of his coat to reveal a not-so-bad body for his age.

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

Jim Jackson: "The bell rings signifying the start of the match. Little Wang scampers between Gonzalez's legs... Big kick on Gonzales by Little Wang. Little Wang gets behind Gonzalez..."

Brad Blood: "HAHAHA! There goes the PG rating! Little Wang just pulled Gonzalez's tights down to his ankles... Little Wang leaps on Gonzalez's back and starts slapping his butt! WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Jim Jackson: "Gonzalez throws Wang off of him and quickly pulls up his tights. He chases Little Wang around the ring wanting to get his hands around Little Wang."

Brad Blood: "Little Wang slides between the ropes and exits the ring... Sr. Gonzalez gives chase! The referee begins counting warning them to get back into the ring!"

Jack B. Nimble: "One!"

Jim Jackson: "Round and round the wrestling ring, Gonzalez chased Little Wang... Gonzalez is still running after Little Wang... Little Wang flies into the audience over the steel railings! Gonzalez gives chase!"

Brad Blood: "The ref gave up counting and is calling for both men who seem oblivious as they exit through the crowd! Sr. Gonzalez screaming cuss words at the humiliation he suffered under Little Wang. And both wrestlers have left the building! Does this mean the match is as good as done?"

"Make Them Suffer" by Cannibal Corpse starts playing on the speakers as smoke rises from the floor. Out from the smoke, like a would-be mugger, emerges the figure of Marcus Troy, the general manager of United League of Lunatics.

He stops at the top of the entrance ramp in his signature three piece Armani suit and a cigar between his lips. He grabs a mic with one hand and raises it up to his lips, as he takes the cigar out with the other one. He puffs his cigar one more time staring down the anticipating crowd before speaking.


Marcus Troy: "I understand a good number of people attending our show tonight are countrymen of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing."

Cheers and boos greet Marcus' observation.

Marcus Troy: "Can I have a show of hands, please? Can I have a show of hands? On behalf of United League of Lunatics, I am out here to give a special offer to the countrymen of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. All they need to do is show valid proof of their citizenship. Like a passport."

The crowd gives a confused buzz.

Marcus Troy: "As I said, I have a special offer specifically for Q's countrymen. I am giving you all money, equal to 1.5 times the price of your ticket for this week's show!"

The buzz gets more excited, as some hands are raised, revealing who Q's countrymen are.

Marcus Troy: "That's right! Show your hands! Step right up and get a free payout from ULOL! We have staff ready to sign you up for this very limited time offer!"

The cameras pan to the crowd. We see people in ULOL staff uniforms, listing down the members of the audience who want in on this offer.

Brad Blood: "Wait. Q's countrymen are gonna get money from ULOL just for showing up? That's just...amazing."



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Returning from the commercial break, we see that the ULOL staff have successfully tallied all of the countrymen of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing who are attending this week's Lucha Loco. Marcus Troy seems quite satisfied.

Marcus Troy: "Thanks very much for your cooperation! I appreciate very much that you have qualified for ULOL's special offer! You will be directed to the ticketing counter, where you will receive money equal to 1.5 times the price of your ticket! But there's a lot of you here, so we're going to have to do this right now!"

A smattering of boos break out in response.

Marcus Troy: "I don't think you people understand. We need to do this right now, because I am paying all of you to leave this building!"

Jim Jackson: "...What?"

Marcus Troy: "You heard that right. I'm authorizing payouts to each of you worth 1.5 times the price of your ticket. But that means we will be refunding your ticket, and giving you a little more money as compensation! Which is a whole lot more than what you deserve!"

The audience explodes in boos.

Marcus Troy: "You people just don't get it! I'm paying all of you to go away! You've already watched part of the show, and are earning back money just to get the hell out of this building! And you WILL get out of this building!"

The audience's fury gets louder. Especially when hordes of security wearing full riot gear emerge from different parts of the building.

Marcus Troy: "I'm asking you bastards nicely to get the hell off ULOL property! I'm PAYING you to get the hell off ULOL property, and not come back! You ARE going to leave ULOL property! Every single one of you that comes from the same stinkhole as Q!"

Brad Blood: "I...don't like the looks of this, Jim. This crowd's getting damned ugly."

A drink is tossed at Marcus Troy.

Marcus Troy: "That's it! Get this trash out of here!"

The hordes of security guards march towards the hostile fans, and the feed goes dead.


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PostSubject: Re: Lucha Loco 01/13/2011   Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:24 am



Scene opens inside a fashionable bedroom. There are people inside the bedroom. A man and a woman. The woman is inside the bed watching the television. The man is undressing to his boxer shorts. The woman is Lady Bianca de Sade so obviously the man must be The British Hawk. But is it? Duh! Course it is. They start to engage in intense.... CONVERSATION!

The British Hawk: "Well this has been an alright week, I got named as number one contender for the Ligero Maximo title."

Lady Bianca de Sade: "And my training is doing well, according to Scorps. A few more weeks and I'll be ready to get into the ring! Which freaks me out because the weeks go by so quickly!"

The British Hawk: "You got that right."

TBH then freezes as he remembers the conversation he had with Marcus. Bianca sees this.

Lady Bianca de Sade: "Baby are you alright? You looked like you just saw a ghost."

The British Hawk: "Oh no this is much worst. It's that chat I had with Marcus. I think he wants to rape me! You know up the ass!"

TBH is speaking with fear. Fear in which we don't usually see.

Lady Bianca de Sade: "Oh babe I'm sure he doesn't, he's your boss for crying out loud! That and I see him look at me every time back at WHW, well not exactly look at my face but err the chest."

The British Hawk: "Oh no, I've seen porn movies like this! The cigar smoking boss blowing smoke into the gorgeous female worker and grinning at them! Oh my god! I'm becoming a star in an extended porn movie!"

TBH notices Lady B's look of disgust.

The British Hawk: "Hey I was a young teenager then! What would you expect me to watch? Tom and Jerry? Scooby-Doo? Besides I don't need them. Your all I need to get aroused."

Lady Bianca de Sade: "I dont know how to respond to that."

The British Hawk: "Neither do I, just shut up and kiss me."

The two start to kiss. But not any sort of kissing. INTENSE kissing! TBH starts to kiss Lady B's neck when Lady B interrupts.

Lady Bianca de Sade:" Err Connor. Show Camera and cameraman."

The British Hawk: "HOLY SHITBALLS!"

TBH jumps out of the bed and rushes to the cameraman.

The British Hawk: "Hey! It may be after 9pm but I'm not letting you guys broadcast this. And as for you Mr. Cameraman! Get outta here! I can see you trying to resist the temptation! Leave!"

TBH ushers the cameraman out of the house as the scene fades.






Stephanie Dawson can be seen backstage standing next to "The Demonic God" Shogun with a microphone in her hand.

Stephanie Dawson: "Thank you for agreeing to this interview Shogun. I as well as a large majority of the roster are wondering about your involvement with Marcus Troy and what this "change" that you are talking about is. Would you be willing to elaborate on this?"

Shogun stares blankly at Stephanie with a cold look in his eyes before responding

Shogun: "Miss Dawson we have spoken many times before and every time I have always given you my honest answer to any question you had to ask...this will be no different. My involvement with Troy? Simple, we are partners in business. Meaning I scratch his back and he scratches mine. The rumors are very true and yes that means no one is safe from my wrath. You all may think Troy controls me but trust me my friends that cannot be further from the truth.."

Stephanie looks at Shogun with a surprised expression

Stephanie Dawson: "Are you trying to say that you are controlling Marcus Troy?"

Shogun rolls his eyes slowly taking a deep breath

Shogun: "Why do you put words into my mouth Miss Dawson? Of course I am not controlling the boss! We are simply partners! However I must now take over this interview to address a few things of my own."

Shogun moves and faces the camera directly focusing his emotionless stare directly into the camera.

Shogun: "I heard what you said Raven and I am afraid you yourself have no idea what you are getting yourself into. You see I know full well how powerful you are. You defeated Troy...who has now joined forces with me. You thought Troy alone was powerful I am sure, however I am more powerful than even you know my dear...You see if you get in my way. If you so much as step into my general direction when it comes to what I plan to do here in ULOL I will personally make sure that you regret it. You have a dark side. I have the darkest side...you think I am bad now? You have seen NOTHING."

Shogun's stare turns more intense with every word.

Shogun: "It is a different time Raven. You are no longer the underdog due to an ignorant bigot underestimating you. No now you face me. Someone who more than knows what you can do and will do everything in his power to destroy you. By the way Conway I know you are watching this...do not think you are safe. I will make sure you suffer tonight as well! You two are the first sacrifices to my cause and I could not live with myself if you did not receive equal amounts of pain. you see both of you underestimate me. Not only do I not care about pain I RELISH it! Your pain makes me stronger and your fear even more so...I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voices. Deep down inside you are all afraid of what I might do not that I am allied with Troy and trust me you have good reason to be fearful for it is now Judgment day for ULOL and I am the Judge."

Shogun: "There is more going on than any of you could possibly know! I hold the strings to the puppets in this little show of mine and I plan on truly revealing what this show is very very soon. Now excuse me I am late to a slaughter."

Shogun puts his title over his shoulder and walks off towards the ring area the expression on his face unchanged.






VS

VS

Boos and jeers can be heard amongst the crowd that has stayed behind to watch the rest of the show. There are a whole lot fewer people in attendance now, amidst rows of damaged seats. The debris lays everywhere where there used to be fans: spilled food and drink. cellphones and cameras lost in the fracas. Blood staining the floor, steps and ruined seats.

The camera cuts to a very shaken Jim Jackson, alone at the broadcast booth.


Jim Jackson: "Welcome back. We've...had a very unfortunate incident, which has resulted in what you now see before you. Order has been restored, but what happened earlier was just...a terrible mess."

The TV audience is shown a large force of security guards keeping an eye on the remaining fans still in attandance. Though many in the crowd are visibly shaken and in tears, many are also angrily denouncing the guards who are now everywhere.

Jim Jackson: "I've been asked by the General Manager to announce that ULOL will offer refunds to everyone who has bought tickets to this week's show. ULOL will still honor its promise to pay 1.5 times the ticket price to members of the audience who are countrymen of Quioaecaopedidwazhapzhing. However, ULOL reserves the right to expel members of the audience who cause a disturbance during the show. ULOL has been forced to exercise this right tonight."

Some fans behind Jim Jackson shout obscenities at him over this announcement. Jim ignores them.

Jim Jackson: "We're still going to have our main event, but I'll be the lone voice on commentary tonight, as Brad Blood was injured during the big brawl we had earlier. Now, let's go to Jasmine Lee."


Jasmine Lee: "The following contest is a three-way elimination match for the ULOL Primo Ultimo Championship! Here are the rules: two superstars will start the match. Either superstar can tag out to the third contender outside the ring. Competitors can be eliminated by pinfall or submission only. The last superstar left will be declared the winner, and Primo Ultimo Champion!"

"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. The flashy entrance contrasts sharply with the carnage that has wreaked through the audience.

Jasmine Lee: "The first challenger! Here is Raven Connoly!"

"Hunt You Down" by Saliva blares throughtout the arena as Alexander Conway makes his way to the ring. He sidesteps the pool of blood in the aisle, just like Raven did.

Jasmine Lee: "The second challenger! Here is Alexander Conway!"

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.

Jasmine Lee: "And here is the reigning Primo Ultimo Champion! Here is Shogun!"

Shogun suddenly ducks as a drink is thrown at him.

Jim Jackson: "The fans tonight are still...very agitated over the events that have occurred earlier tonight. It's all been very unfortunate, but ULOL promised a defense of the Primo Ultimo title, and the show has to go on.

The referee inspects Shogun, Conway and Connoly. He produces a coin, while talking to Connoly and Conway. Meanwhile, security head over to where the missed drink came from.

Jim Jackson: "We have official Jack B. Nimble checking each of the three superstars competing in this three-way elimination match. As Shogun is the defending champion, he will be one of the two starting the match. The referee tosses the coin...and it looks like Alexander Conway will be the first challenger facing Shogun."

Jasmine Lee: "The referee is Jack B. Nimble. And now...LET THE LUNACY BEGIN!"

Jim Jackson: "...did she have to say that? Really? Um...Shogun staggers Conway with a quick kick to the midsection. He sees the opening, and starts pounding away at Alexander Conway. Shogun backing Conway into the corner. But Conway grabs Shogun, and turns the tables on him! Now it's the Primo Ultimo Champion pinned in the corner, while Conway is wailing away at him!"

Shogun blocks Conway's punch, grabs him and reverses positions, leaving Conway again trapped in the corner.

Jim Jackson: "Conway blocks! Headbutt to Shogun! Kick to the breadbasket bends him over! Conway throws Shogun into the corner, and connects with a running enziguiri! Shogun is stumbling out of the corner...and Conway gives him the Extinction Agenda!"

Shogun falls to the mat. We see more security heading to the portion of the audience where the drink that missed Shogun came from. We see several audience members angrily having words with security.

Jim Jackson: "Conway dragging a dazed Shogun to his feet, but Shogun shoves him off, and tags Raven Connoly! Raven appears to have been distracted by...uh, the commotion in the crowd. She looks very surprised at having the Primo Ultimo Champion tag her in, and pays for it as Alexander Conway yanks her into the ring!"

Several people are heard shouting as a scuffle breaks out in the crowd, while security were trying to escort the fan who nearly drenched Shogun with his drink.

Jim Jackson: "This is not going well at all. Errr...Conway with a German suplex to Raven! Conway holds on...overpowering Raven and suplexing her again! Raven trying to fight her way out of another suplex, but Conway not letting go! Raven grabs the ropes but NO Conway pulls her away! And hits a third German suplex!"

More screams and shouting drown out Jim Jackson's commentary. Smoke suddenly begins to fill the building, as security unload smoke and tear gas at the remaining rioting fans.

Jim Jackson: "Oh no not agai



WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY.

When the feed is restored, we see the ring is obscured in a lot of smoke. Alexander Conway is staggering about, trying to cover his nose and mouth as best as he can. Fans and ULOL security scamper through ringside, chasing each other with riot batons and folding chairs.


Raven Connoly suddenly charges out of the smoke, lifting her leg and kicking Alexander Conway in the jaw with the heel of her shoes, executing a brutally devastating Bloody Sunday.

Conway goes down in a limp heap. But as Raven tries to stand up, she is grabbed from behind by Shogun.

Shogun lifts Raven Connoly up into into the air in a half nelson, and then into a backdrop position before slamming Raven down to a sitting position, slamming the back of her neck to the canvas for a Demonic Sacrifice.

Shogun, himself wearing a gas mask, looks around frantically. He signals frantically for someone off-camera.

Jack B. Nimble stumbles over as Shogun quickly pins Raven. Raven begins to cough violently as she reacts to the smoke and tear gas, but Shogun holds her down forcefully.


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

Jack B. Nimble too is wearing a gasmask, a reminder of him having to be prepared whenever Brostar or Stank Lord wanted to break like the wind. Shogun gets up, and hastily seizes Alexander Conway. He slaps Conway hard across the face, before hooking his other challenger in a half nelson.

A deadlift, and Conway too takes a vicious plunge for Shogun's Demonic Sacrifice. Shogun mounts him, hooking both legs.


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

There is no bell to signal the end of the match. No Jasmine Lee to announce the outcome. No commentators to react to how the match played out.

Shogun bails out of the ring, ducking the wayward swing of a fan's chair. He grabs the Primo Ultimo title from what's left of the timekeeper's table.

He manages to find where the hard camera is located. And has enough time to raise his prize for the TV audience, before the signal goes dead.




The signal fizzles and returns, the scene opens outside the ULOL arena where we see the crowd still rioting as now riot police have started moving in. Jim Jackson is seen standing outside with a mic in hand.

Jim Jackson: "As you can see folks, it's utter chaos here in ULOL right now. My partner Brad Blood who was injured earlier apparently is out of danger according to the paramedics... Riot police have moved in and..."

Jim Jackson just ducked as a stone zinged past his head.

Jim Jackson: "It is getting dangerous here, so it may be time to make my exit. Until next week! This is Jim Jackson saying goodnight and LET THE LUNACY... Oh heck... Forget it!"

Jim Jackson runs off to a safe distance as the show fades to black.


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