Psycho Sam Posted October 9, 2014 Share Posted October 9, 2014 http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/RoyalArchitectMasked_zps3dadacf4.png "BOW TO YOUR NEW GOD, PEASANTS!" *bows intensely* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Voeltzwagon Posted October 9, 2014 Share Posted October 9, 2014 A special thanks to everyone who voted me to tie for first in the Mod Diary of the Month poll. I promise to not let this go to my head... http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/RoyalArchitectMasked_zps3dadacf4.png Unlike some people... "BOW TO YOUR NEW GOD, PEASANTS!" All hail to THE OVERLORD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pteroid Posted October 17, 2014 Author Share Posted October 17, 2014 http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/POW_zpsb9e915ea.jpg POW Presents: MOONAGE DAYDREAM SUPER SPECIAL SPOOKY PRE-SHOW MATCH http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/NewtonCambridge_alt_zps3d39b090.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/vstv_zps17b98cb8.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/EarlRayTravis_zps9f7ef850.jpg VS -Earl trundled his merry way to the ring, slack-jawed, drooling, a tennis shoe on one foot and a boot on the other. The Pride of Kentucky, ladies and gentlemen. However, he yanks a rather...soggy looking piece of paper out from his overalls and-after dabbing his drooly mouth with it- puts on a pair of reading glasses. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/EyeglassesRayTravis_zps6bbea0ea.jpg Regular Skooter Langhorn here Earl: Ahem...This here is a poem entittled 'Hart' by Earl Ray Travis...me. "Adam Hart "Smells like a fart." Chef: ... Buck: ... Tiny: ... Earl: ...'sa couplet. -Earl folds the paper back up and goes to his corner as the crowd, the referee, and the announcer let out a collective groan. -Adam Hart's music heralds him bursting out from the back looking incensed as he charges into the ring, ranting about having his 'muse thrown off by an obnoxious bumpkin'! Hart can barely be held back by Tiny as Earl taunts him...okay, Earl really just sort of slouches and drools but it's taunting drool, mocking him with his...unfocused eyes. Earl kind of sucks. -Tiny calls for the bell and it's like something out of a Benny Hill skit as the ensenced poet chases his hillbilly nemesis around the ring, mirroring his every move as he tries to get his hands on the Kentucky Kretin-er, Cretin. However, Hart's anger gets the better of him as he manages to get arm dragged by the high-flying hillbilly! Earl kips up and flexes over the downed poet, getting a hearty amount of boos as he scratches his denim clad rump and drops a leg across Hart's chest and goes for a quick cover! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -No dice as Hart kicks out at one and moves to get up until he receives a low kick to the side of his head from a quickly recovering ERT's sneaker-clad foot. ERT continues to 'pose' and proceeds to yank off the sneaker, causing Tiny to recoil, holding his nose and gagging. ERT hyucks evilly and presses his foul footwear over Hart's nose, causing Hart to thrash in agony on the mat until he manages to smash a right hand right into the yokel's mug! ERT is staggered by the blow as Hart kips up, throws the shoe away and nails the hillbilly with a tremendous enzugiri that sends him to the mat! -Hart wastes no time afterwards, rolling Travis into an ankle lock...which he immediately drops, clutching his nose. The crowd responds to this tactical faux pas with a chant of 'Learn your lesson!' that Hart shrugs off, rolling out of the ring and looking beneath it for an equalizer... That'll work! -Clothespin applied to his nose, Hart rolls back into the ring and reapplies the ankle lock, causing ERT to cry out in pain...before kicking Hart right in the teeth! Hart stumbles back to be seranaded with chants 'Get some mouthwash' from the fans before being charged by ERT! However, Hart is ready for the rampaging redneck and hits him with a surprise Falcon Arrow out of nowhere! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/3_zps801b9f06.jpg -The bell dings and Hart asks for a mic. He declares that his new finisher is called the 'Poetry Slam' and that he has written a poem dedicated to it...then he realizes how silly he sounds with a clothespin around his nose and stomps off in frustration. ERT, meanwhile, returns to Kentucky to swig moonshine and drool presumably. ADAM FART-er, HART WINS ====MAINSHOW==== You know the drill by now, certainly. Check. Livefeed on Chopblock.com? Checkerino! The kind of fantastic light show only the Northern Lights Club can provide? Check-a-dee-do-da! Our announce team? http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/SheriffChef_zps4f168444.pnghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/CaptainCosmo_zps2c7b0bae.jpg Che-waitaminute. Chef: Howdy there, Chicago! It's me, Sheriff Chet Rio with my good buddy, Buccaneer- Buck: Yar, it's Captain Cosmos tonight! I mean, Greetings Earthlings! Captain Cosmos here to beam up some fantastic intergalactic lucha action! Sheriff: Couldn't have said it better myself, Captain. Folks, ya'll're in fer one heckuva time here in Paragons o'Rasslin' here tonigh'. We got ourselves a show that'll knock yer socks off and carry ya halfway up ta Boot Hill! Cosmos: Affirmative, Earth Law Enforcer, tonight in the main event, the heroic Family Man Jash Patel will face the destructive, diabolical, eeeeeevil W.M.D for the Grand Championship! Sheriff: Speaking of evil the 'Dean of Disco' Donny Chic will try to save us all here tonight against the vile machinations of 'Soulless' Sam Bailey! To say nothin' of members of the Airbourne Squadron and them wily desperados, The Ghost Riders, facing off in singles action tonight! Cosmos: All that and much more, to be sure, but we begin tonight with Trios action! Sheriff: That's right, space cowboy, we're set for a match with a lot at stake fer one of the teams. Three rotten scoundrels wanna get the matches of their chosin', but to do it they gotta fight their way throught he Sidekicks champs an' a mystery opponent! Cosmos: COMMENCE THE MATCH! OPENING ANIMOSITY! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/BlackMask_zpsd6a7c261.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/ScottBingington_zps917f1343.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/DariusKing_zps1871b493.jpg http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/vstv_zps17b98cb8.jpg http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/JeffStarfield_zps269fc9b2.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/FinEATo_zps6a3f143b.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Mystery_zps632a2226.jpg THREE JERKS (THE ARCHITECT, BINGINGTON, & KING) VS If the Three Jerks win, they receive their desired matches! -The Three Jerks come out with The Architect trying desperately to keep his two tag partners separate already, Bingington and King swipping at one another and arguing all the way to the ring as the fans sing along with their theme song. The two ex-friends keep quarreling until they separate in time to accidentally send The Architect clanging into the ring post, staggering the masked man until he manages to roll into the ring. The jock and frat boy continue their bickering until Architect shouts for them to 'CEASE YOUR NONSENSE!', at which point they both affix him with murderous glares that see the masked man scrambling away and hugging the ropes. -However the lull provides the perfect opening for the Sci-Fi Frenzy to make their appearance! Jeff Starfield and FinEATo make their way out, look at each other, and point to the entranceway for their partner: http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/UnidentifiedFlyingHawaiian_zps6812f856.jpg AN UNIDENTIFIED FLYIN' HAWAIIAN! -It's the Flyin' Hawaiian! The shock is palpable throughout the crowd as the ENTIRELY QUITE SLIM luchador walks out with the Sidekicks champions, the jolly man from the islands dances around the ring, laughing and slapping hands with the fans as the Architect gets on a turnbuckle and heaps abuse on the man he recognizes as one of El Hot Dog's allies! Hawaiian points back at Architect and makes boohoo crying motions that the fans around him imitate, causing the Architect to fly into a rage, forcing his partners to keep ahold of him before they remember they hate each other and immediately get into a shoving match. -Then the lights go out. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Xtinction_alt_zps1d7bea2d.jpg And the ref shows up. -REFtinction appears in all his unholy splendor, prompting both Scott and the Architect to leap into King's arms in terror before the big man shoves them away, shaking his head. The opposite team get up on their side of the ring, looking at one another in confusion before FinEATo shrugs and enters the ring...and immediately gets accosted by the referee who begins frisking him for any weaponry...and then proceeds to hug Fin in a nice tight embrace that leaves the fishman looking extremely creeped out. -King starts the match for his team and beckons the ref over for his own turn of frisking and the strangest referee in history moves to oblige...before turning right back around and hugging Fin again. King looks annoyed as Reftinction calls for the bell and we're up and running. The Footballer and the Fishman are no strangers to each other and it shows, with King effortlessly batting away the early attempts at high-impact offense from his opponent, but his attempts at getting his hands on the slippery fishman yield little in the way of results. -Fin dodges, ducks, dips, dives, and dodges his way around strikes and grapples and finally his methods are rewarded when King tires himself out, leaving himself open for the jaws of FinEATo to clamp around his rear! King's eyes bug out and he goes scrambling around the ring with the man/shark hybrid clamped onto his rear, the imposing footballer yowling in pain as he runs, until he grabs the ropes in his corner and receives a slap on the back from The Architect, who proceeds to vault the rope and come down knees first onto the back of Fin. -From there The Architect takes control, putting Fin through one painful hold after another, streetching him like a piece of taffy in the hands Augustus Gloop. Architect applies a tremendously painful ankle lock to the fishman and shouts out that Flyin' Hawaiian is 'Tubby!', resulting in shocked gasps from the crowd and the Hawiian attempting to enter the ring, only to be stopped by Reftinction, allowing Architect to call in his teammates. In quick succession both Bingington and King drop elbows onto the hamstring of Fin's trapped leg as Hawaiian keeps trying to get into the ring, with Starfield himself trying to yank him back between the ropes as the crowd chants 'That's not helping!' to the angry islander. -However, the mischief of the Jerks comes to bite them as King and Bingington try to run the ropes at the same time, smacking into each other and beginning to argue over who gets to hit Fin next! Architect yells at them to knock if off, but a shoving match ensues, which sends King stumbling back into Architect, who's forced to let go of Fin! The fishman takes this opportunity to slide out of the ring and suddenly Reftinction gets out of Hawaiian's way, allowing the bi-SMALL!- man to run roughshod over the ring, with FLYING SHOULDER PRESSES, CROSSBODIES, AND A RUNNING HIP CHECK that sends all three of the jerks stumbling out of the ring onto each other like a demented conga line! -Starfield gets into the ring, as does a (slightly limping) Fin, and all three members of Mystery Science Theater wait for the Three Jerks to recuperate on the outside. Bingington and King are quick to begin arguing with one another on the outside again as the Architect nearly pulls his hair out trying to keep the peace, then yelps and tries to get his teammates out of the way as MST rush to the ropes...step through them and-TRIPLE AXEHANDLE OFF THE APRON! The crowd leave their seats in excitement as MST stand tall over their opponents. Reftinction begins a twenty count...maybe...he doesn't really say anything as the Frenzy begin to brawl with Bingington and King while Hawaiian rolls Architect into the ring. -Hawaiian scales to the top rope...wobbles a little, then goes down to the second rope, before launching himself with an earth shattering ELBOW DROP! He goes for the pin! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -The Architect manages to flop his foot onto the ropes and the fans can hardly believe it as the Hawaiian shrugs and gets up, hoisting up the Architect by his hair and throwing him into the ropes! Unbeknownst to him, however, Bingington has thrown Fin into the cornerpost on the outside and blindsides Hawaiian out of the way, causing Architect to...continue to run the ropes with increasing momentum as Bingington cockily goes for a suplex on Hawaiian. -Unfortunately, for some reason, Bingington just cannot lift Hawaiian's EXTREMELY LIGHT frame and the masked man bonks him with a thunderous headbutt that sends him smacking into the still running Architect, sending the masked member of the Jerks flying out of the ring as Jeff Starfield enters! Starfield headlocks Hawaiian at the latter's behest and nails the dazed Bingington with a battering ram to the belly that sends him stumbling into the corner. King gets up onto the apron, but another battering ram sends him down to the floor! -Hawaiian grins and hoists Jeff over his head in an impressive show of strength for such an IMMENSELY SMALL man. Jeff is soon crashing down onto Darius, catching a recovering Fin in the crossfire as King and Starfield fall on top of him! Hawaiian grins and poses in the ring before pointing at Scott and marching towards the downed Frat Boy. But he's blindsided again! This time by The Architect, leaping onto the islander's back and attempting a sleeperhold, but he's thrown off with ease, stumbling into the corner opposite from Bingington! -The Hawaiian grins and nods, patting his rear, charging the corner with Bingington in it and slamming him with a devastating hip butt that forces the Frat Boy into a sitting position! Hawaiian quickly runs across the ring and does the same to Architect, who similarly falls into a sitting position. Hawaiian points at the other corner, not seeing Architect fiddling with the middle turnbuckle pad behind him. Hawaiian runs across the ring and his hip squashes Bingington's head against the turnbuckle pad, causing the Frat Boy to dazedly roll out of the ring. Hawaiian goes for a repeat performance, running across the ring at the Architect- -Who rolls out of the way, taking the pad with him! Hawaiian's back smashes into the exposed turnbuckle and he shouts out in pain, stumbling forward and quickly finding himself the victim of a bulldog from Architect! With his opponent on the mat, the Architect grabs Hawaiian's legs and applies a back-torturing Texas Cloverleaf that causes his opponent to cry out in pain before... http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/TAPOUT_zps3091f0a0.jpg -Reftinction calls for the bell, the Architect's latest ring music plays as the masked man celebrates by running around the ring and whooping with joy. Bingington and King enter the ring, grinning and making belt motions...then glaring at each other making the belt motions harder...then starting to push and shove each other angrily as Architect looks them over, points and laughs, and runs backstage, content he got what HE wanted out of this. THE THREE JERKS WIN! Sheriff: Why that no good little sneak, he yanked that one right out from under Hawaiian! Cosmos: ... Sheriff: Gonna...gonna comment, buddy? Cosmos: The fishbowl I used for the helmet's all foggy, I can't see! Sheriff: Uh oh. Cosmos: Help me, Chet! Sheriff: Crud, uh, hang on, pal! I'll get you outta there! Nngh! NNNNGH! ...how'd you get your head in there!? Cosmos: CAREFULLY! Sheriff: Ugh...it's no good, we'll see about getting a hammer or something after the show, okay? Cosmos: But- Sheriff: Hey look it's match o'clock, and what a match it is as it's our first of two matches between The Flying Squad and The Ghost Riders as Blaze Tanner faces off with Amelia Wingheart in what promises to be a massive encounter! Cosmos: For everyone that can SEE IT! Sheriff: Let's get going...while I get to pulling! Nnnnngh! Come on, Buck, help me help you! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/KatyBlaze_alt_zpsb1ee6b1c.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/VS_alt_Mixed2_zps85d698f8.pnghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Ashmedai_alt3_zps8025abb3.jpg VS -Amelia's out first, mimicking her mentor and partner, Westminister's, poses with Debbie Monroe by her side. The crowd cheer for the intrepid aviator as she bounds around the ring, slapping hands and kissing babies (three to be exact) before rolling into the ring and removing her goggles and handing them off to the returning Tiny Jackson (Reftinction having skittered away, cockroach-like, after the first match). -Then comes the rapid fire punkabilly stylings of The Reverend Horton Heat as Blaze Turner charges out from the back, stomping around the ringside area and terrorizing the fans, stopping only to gaze, bemused, at the sight of 'Sherrif' attempting to yank 'Captain Cosmos' ' helmet off. Putting his hands up, Tanner backs away mumbling something along the lines of 'Ain't done nothin', lawman' before spitting on the ground and rolling into the ring, facing off with his quite smaller opponent. -The fans make it clear that impartiality is an impossiblity by starting off with a massive 'Beat 'em up Wingheart, beat 'em up!' chant as the two fighters circle, malice in their eyes as conspicuous by his absence is Tanner's apparent manager, Sterling Silver. Sheriff Rio quickly explains how Silver's focusing on Sangoma's rematch with Miss Behavin' this evening between grunting exertions trying to yank Captain Cosmos' helmet off. -Tanner is quick to start the action, trying to batter Wingheart with some hard blows that the smaller fighter deftly dodges until she manages a quick roll up on the roughneck! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -Tanner kicks out almost immediately, scrambling up into a series of dropkick from Amelia that have him staggering all around the ring. Literally, one side of the ring, to the center, to the other side of the ring, to the ring apron, off the ring apron to the floor, and Tanner is a twitching mess on the floor as Wingheart bounces in the ring and sets up for a suicide dive down onto the dazed cowboy- -But Tanner CATCHES her and slams the aviator back first into the ring post before swinging around and planting her on the floor with a tremendous sidewalk slam! Wingheart looks extremely worse for wear as Tanner rolls her into the ring for his own quick pin. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -However, Wingheart is far from finished as her kickout implies, Tanner growls and dazes her with a few mounted punches before hoisting her up and throwing her to the ropes, trying to nail her with a clothesline on the rebound, but she ducks, and comes back with a springboard crossbody that flattens the big man to the mat! In an instant the complexion of the match changes as Wingheart flies around the ring with the ease of a biplane, her movements carried with a fluid grace that sees Tanner on the receiving end of a tremendous wheelbarrow into an ace crusher that has the big man staggering! -Wingheart gives Tanner one punch! Two punch! Three punches! She cocks her fist back, winds up, then spreads her arms and makes airplane noises as she runs in a circle to build momentum and comes back with a MASSIVE right that downs the outlaw! Amelia pounces onto the big man, looking for another pin! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -Again it appears that she cannot put the large cowboy away, but Amelia doesn't seem bothered as she bounds to her feet and points to the turnbuckle, getting a loud cheer from the crowd. Amelia leaps up onto it, grinning ear to ear as she stands and poses, ignoring the panicked gesticulations of Debbie Monroe on the outside of the ring as she leaps off the top rope for her patented Aviator's Elbow drop... -Onto the waiting knees of Tanner! Amelia bounces off her opponent, sucking air as she clutches her side in pain. Tanner manages to get to his feet and bounces off the ropes with a thunderous running big boot and nearly takes Amelia's head off! The cowboy flops on top of the aviator! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/3_zps801b9f06.jpg -The bell dings and Tanner rolls out of the ring, raising his arms and spitting on the ground, happy to have picked up a win for himself and his roughneck ally against their rivals. He loudly declares 'Ain't a woman alive that can whup me!' before retreating to the back to a chorus of boos as Amelia slowly picks herself up off the mat with help from Debbie. The two receive a rousing ovation from the crowd as they go to regroup with Westminister. BLAZE TANNER WINS Sheriff: Nngh...Tanner wins in pretty..nnnnngh...impressive fashion here tonight. Cosmos: Less talky, more pully! Sheriff: Nnngh! Fans, uh, nnnngh! We got one more match-WHY IS THIS THING ON HERE SO TIGHTLY!?- before intermission! El Hot Dog sees singles competition against one of the men he defeated-NNNNNGH!-last month, Slugger Longball! Cosmos: Wait! What if we got Slugger to take his baseball bat and- Sheriff: Buck-er, Cosmos, that's a terrible idea! Cosmos: Nonsense, I've done it with a ton of gumball machines! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/ElHotDog_zps689b0f54.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/vstv_zps17b98cb8.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/SluggerLongball_zps577d56d4.jpg VS SLUGGER LONGBALL -As though hearing the cries for assistance, Slugger Longball bursts out from backstage, holding up his baseball bat to a considerable amount of boos from the audience. He meanders his jolly way around the ring and offers his services to the announce team. The Sheriff tries to back him off even as the baseballman advances, bat raised, a maniacal grin on his face- -Of course he holds up long enough for El Hot Dog's music to hit and for the heroic hunk (of meat) to bound around the ring a few times before throwing himself valiantly in the path of the incoming bat, sacrificing himself, shwoing true heroism in the sport of professional wrestling, truly there isn't a more sefless individual than El Hot Dog that he would so put himself in harms way, sidelining himself for the sake of a friend. -Or...y'know, the bat could just bounce off the suit and smack Slugger in the face like a demented Three Stooges gag. Or that. As Slugger stumbles away, Hot Dog shakes hands with Sheriff and claps Captain Cosmos on the back...causing the helmet to fall off. Huh. That is one lucky weenie. Hot Dog shrugs and rolls into the ring after Slugger and Tiny calls for the bell- And the lights go out. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Afroreftinction_zps09eea976.jpg He's baaaack...and he brought the Afro! -Reftinction is back for more, and this time he's brought along his weird spontaneously sprouted afro! The crowd, of course, begin a steady 'This is wrestling!' chant before Reftinction calls for the bell and we're under way. Hot Dog wastes little time in...walking over to the ref and congratulating him on his new job and complimenting his snazzy dress and wig sense. What a guy. -Slugger, however, isn't one to simply let good manners go unpunished, and is on Hot Dog like ugly on an ape, pounding on his protective suit with a myriad of clubbing blows and thunderous strikes that most assuredly hurt the loony luchador, even if it appears like blows are easily being deflected off the dog's protective bun! -Slugger quickly goes to bounce off the ropes and back for a clothesline, but Hot Dog turns and leaps back, slamming the Slugger with a flying bun that has the baseball enthusiast reeling! The match is all Hot Dog from here, showcasing all his moves from his Ballpark Frankensteiner, to Oscar Meyer Moonsault, to his dreaded submission hold, The Kosher Krush! Slugger's on the ropes before anyone even gets all those references, and it's looking like-as in life- everything's coming up Hot Dog! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/BlackMask_zpsd6a7c261.jpg THEN THIS JERK SHOWS UP -The Architect bounds out from the back, carrying an assortment of weaponry to presumably snatch defeat from the jaws of victory for his hated rival! Hockey sticks, ping pong paddles, a soccer ball, he's seemingly got a menagerie of sport paraphenelia on hand to assault Hot Dog with...unfortunately his utilization of these things seems to be just chucking them at Hot Dog, and they just bounce off that bun of steel! Afroreftinction begins 'yelling' at Architect (quotations because absolutely no sound is coming from him, he's only making wild gesticulations), which means he's oblivious to Slugger grabbing one of the hockey sticks and going to whallop Hot Dog with it! -Sadly, it seems he hasn't learned his lesson from the baseball bat as all this does is bounce the stick back into his face and smack him silly! Slugger drops the stick and stumbles about as Hot Dog steps in and turns-Bratwurst Backfist to the head! Slugger drops like a sack of potatoes and Hot Dog quickly goes to the top rope, Sausage Link SWANTON! The fans can't believe the astounding agility of a man in a hot dog costume! El Hot Dog makes the cover and Afroreftinction turns on a dime and completely ignores an increasingly frantic Architect, making the count! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/3_zps801b9f06.jpg -The bell dings and it's another victory for the (extremely clogged) Heart and Soul of POW! Hot Dog bounces up and down in victory along with Afroreftinction as...wait a minute. -The Architect, a maddened look in his eyes, slides into the ring, stalking behind El Hot Dog, before revealing his secret weapon! http://s3.amazonaws.com/rapgenius/1373916631_thumbtack.jpg *A* THUMBTACK! -Screaming like a madman, the Architect charges Hot Dog and brings down the thumbtack! POP! -A woman screams in the crowd as El Hot Dog falls to his front, compressed air flying from his suit as the Architect laughs maniacally, running his hands over the top of his mask as Afroreftinction kneels down and mimes panic as Tiny Jackson, Sheriff, and Captain Cosmos run into the ring to help tend to the downed food item. Architect rolls out of the ring, smirking as the staff solemnly roll Hot Dog out of the ring and begin to carry him to the back, blithely ignoring his protestations of 'Guys, it's just the suit, I'm fine!' EL HOT DOG WINS (BUT AT WHAT COST!?) ====INTERMISSION==== Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smwilliams Posted October 17, 2014 Share Posted October 17, 2014 But, at what cost, indeed... Another great 1/2 show. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DanMTheMan Posted October 17, 2014 Share Posted October 17, 2014 THAT DASTARDLY ARCHITECT!!!!! HOW DARE HE POP THE HOT DOG!!!! HOW DARE HE!?!?!?!?!?! :mad: Loved the first half! Great half! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pteroid Posted November 7, 2014 Author Share Posted November 7, 2014 ====Intermission==== We return from an intermission rife with a grim tone, the autographs signed by the likes of Miss Behavin' and Adam Hart are done in shaky, uncertain hands, the merchandise vendors cannot seem to properly do their jobs, so great is their despair (incapable of giving exact change -though it's completely in the favor of the fans, honest), the only time there seems to be livelihood in the crowd is when a certain masked someone (the Architect...the someone is the Architect) tries to sneak out and the fans make great use of it conveniently being 'Free Plastic Pitchfork' day at the Northern Lights Club and chase him out of the arena! Sadly our announce team are still tending to our fallen hero backstage and currently can't make it back to call the action. Thankfully a helpful fan has been enlisted to scrawl the next match on some posterboard and hold it in front of the camera. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/MvS_zpse97a6e0b.png A* Production Values! -Miss Behavin' makes her way to the ring from the autograph table, slapping hands with the fans and rolling into the ring, looking quite sad to say the least for her fallen fellow technico, but certainly ready to give it her all against her most recent nemesis in Sangoma. -Sangoma comes out with Sir Sterling Silver...eating a hot dog. The fans of course boo this tremendously poor show of character from the vile voodoo villain, who responds with a roar that gets chunks of processed meet in Sir Sterling's hair. With his manager preoccupied trying to fix his hair, Sangoma rolls into the ring and charges right at Miss Behavin', who drop toeholds the massive madman into the corner and gets to work mercilessly kicking at his back. -Thankfully Tiny runs out from the back-still dabbing at his eyes with a tissue-and slides into the ring, calling for the bell and the match is now...well, a match! Behavin' slams kick after kick into the small of Sangoma's back before the big man finally shakes it off and turns to pursue the retreating Hall Monitor! Behavin' gracefully baits her larger foe like a mix between a ballerina and a matador (good idea for a gimmick), dodging and diving this way and that, always ready to slam in another kick to Sangoma's hopefully weakened back! The crowd, returning to form even after the tragedy they witnessed, cheerfully shout 'Ole!' after every strike lands. -Finally Sangoma falls to his hands and knees, showing actual weakness for almost the first time in most people's memory so let's say...three months. Behavin' grins and goes to run the ropes-but slips and falls on a dark spot on the mat! Sir Sterling smirks at ringside, having rubbed the cloth he'd cleaned his hair with on the canvas-wow, that was one greasy hot dog. Behavin' staggers to her feet and receives a clubbing blow to the head from Sangoma, stumbling into the corner. -From there Sangoma begins to demonstrate a brand new, uh, brand of dominance, smashing into MB with forearm blows, hard knees to the belly, and caps it all off by grasping her shoulders and flinging her like a ragdoll across the ring! MB tumbles end over end, landing awkwardly on the very same leg The Architect had worked over the previous event! She groans and clutches at it, her injury apparently reaggravated. She doesn't have much time to rehab it as Sangoma is on her in a second, sadistically kicking her leg out and stomping it viciously, standing and roaring to the disapproval of the crowd! -MB is looking extremely worse for wear as Sangoma hoists her up, putting her on his shoulders and lifting her military style above his head before slamming her down with a tremendous samoan drop! He makes the cover! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -MB barely manages to get her shoulder up to a cheer from the audience as Sangoma looks confused as Silver who looks positively peeved at anything less than a quick and easy victory for his monster. Shrugging, Silver order his monster to 'unleash the beast!', prompting Sangoma to retreat to the opposite side of the ring from MB and prepare for a massive Voodoo Blade! MB is slow to get up, holding her leg in pain as Sangoma stalks her like a hunter in the tall grass, she turns, he charges... -RIGHT INTO A HIGH KICK TO THE SKULL-PAINTED SCHNOZZ! Sangoma's head whips back and he stumbles about with movements not unlike a marionette in the care of an elderly puppeteer. MB knows she's only got a small window, she grabs Sangoma by the head, looking to put him away with the Failing Grades, but as she goes to run the ropes in the corner, Sir Sterling leaps onto the apron and shouts 'STOP' at the top of his lungs. As if by magic, Sangoma's body locks up, stopping MB from finishing the move! Silver's hands flail about as Tiny tries to get him off the apron, but can't get at him from behind Sangoma's large frame, like trying to break up a corner assault on the legal man in a tag match gone mad! -Suddenly Silver shouts 'GO!' and MB is able to continue her climb, but her legs knock into Tiny and he stumbles back and simultaneously knock MB off course, putting her in prime position- -FOR A SNAKE EYES ONTO THE NOW EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! The wily Silver managed to yank off the turnbuckle padding at the last moment, a final ace in the hole for his client! MB stumbles on spaghetti legs before getting reduced to mashed potatoes courtesy of a Voodoo Blade that puts her O-U-T OUT! Sangoma's pin is almost insult to injury. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/3_zps801b9f06.jpg -Silver dives into the ring and hugs his client, the two standing victoriously over their fallen opponent, as Sterling declares 'No client of his could lose to a mere damsel!' and leave the ring. MB comes to shortly after, looking at her retreating foes and letting out a loud primal scream as she slowly gets out of the ring, a look of complete anger in her eyes. She hobbles her way to the back, as the crowd encourage her. SANGOMA WINS! We're left without our announce team again between matches again... http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/GeoffreyWestminsterII_zpsdbf59dd9.jpg Wing Commander Westminister to the Rescue! The Flying Squad's theme music begins to play as Wing Commander Westminister struts out from the back, putting a hand over his heart in appreciation for the rousing ovation he receives from the crowd as he makes his way to the ring with Debbie Monroe following after. Westminister rolls into the ring and is handed a mic by Debbie. Westminster: Grrrrrreetings and salutations, true believers! The crowd return Westminister's greeting in kind with a loud cheer. Westminister: Now I know you're all still reeling from the terrible attack on our dear beloved El Hot Dog by that nefarious no good Architect, but worry not! You see I've received word that our compadre made of processed meat has been taken to the nearest costume repair shop and is expected to make a full recovery! The crowd cheer louder at the news that their hero is okay. Westminister: But still, I am not merely here to talk of good news, but to bring it about as well in the form of a thorough thrashing of that nasty no-good nimrod known as Toooombstone! The crowd boo at the mention of the burly biker's name! Westminister: So come on out, you chopper riding fop! Let's see how you do when my back isn't tur- http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/WvT_zpsf1ddbda4.png HEY, GET THAT SIGN OUT OF THE WAY, THERE'S A MATCH HAPPENING! -The sign gets dropped and we see the reason for Westminister's interruption, Tombstone's only gone and bushwhacked our dear hero! The big bad biker bully clubs at the avenging aviator's back and stomps him so thoroughly you might as well turn poor Westminister into toothpaste! -With a roar, Tombstone looks to throw Westminister from the ring, but the sky-dwelling savior leaps at the last moment, going boots first between the top and middle ropes, grasping them and skinning the cat with his legs around the big man's head! So stunned by this miraculous display of acrobatics, Tombstone is taken aback when Westminister hits him with an amazing headscissors that sends the big man tumbling to the mat. Westminister springs up to his feet and takes a bow for the crowd before turning to meet his rising and definitely enraged opponent. -Tombstone comes in guns blazing with lefts and rights that have the Wing Commander looking for an opening! The brawling tactics pay off quickly as Westminister is stagged by a hard right shot to the face that leaves him open for a TREMENDOUS clothesline from the biker! Tombstone howls out angrily and looks to try and put Westminister away early with a powerbomb, however, a series of punches keep the big man from delivering and in an instant the momentum swings back in the airman's favor by way of a hurricarana! Westminister hooks the legs! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -The kickout sends Westminister flying off his opponent, but Westminister is quick to roll to his feet and charges his rising foe, snapping off a crisp dropkick to the side of his head! But Tombstone doesn't go down! Westminister quickly bounces off the ropes and delivers! Another! The big man sways on his knees, but still doesn't go down, Westminister bounces off the ropes once, twice, three times, and on the rebound he-BLOWS AT TOMBSTONE AS HARD AS HE CAN! THE BIG MAN IS DOWN AGAIN! Westminister pounces on him for another pin! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -Wuh oh! Westminister seems to have counted his chickens so to speak, as Tombstone grabs him by the throat and keeps him goozled all the way to his feet, slamming Westminister down hard with a chokeslam! Tombstone jogs to the ropes, rebounding with a flattening body splash, angrily going for his own pin! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/Kickout_zpse97b3b32.png -No! A shoulder up by Westminister sets Tombstone to argue with Tiny as Westminister slowly gets to his feet. Tombstone goes to turn and finds himself on the receiving end of an enzugiri that gets him staggering about long enough for Westminister to scurry up onto the nearest turnbuckle and nail him with the Formation Flying! Westminister goes for a third pin attempt! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/3_zps801b9f06.jpg -Westminister rolls off his opponent as the fans go wild, his music seranading the crowd as he poses with Debbie while Tombstone slogs his sorry carcass to the back. Soon Westminister and Debbie finish glad-handing with the audience and head for the back themselves. WING COMMANDER WESTMINISTER WINS! Before the next match starts, however, we get some good news! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/SheriffChef_zps4f168444.pnghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/CaptainCosmo_zps2c7b0bae.jpg Our Commentary Team is Back! Sheriff: Sorry 'bout that nasty business, folks, that creep really did a number on poor Hot Dog. Cosmos: That rotten jerk'll get his, everyone in POW has a soft spot in their heart for El Hot Dog, and they'll be Doggone if they let such a horrible crime go unpunished! Sheriff: Hear hear, Cap, now let's see about our next ma- http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/DvR_zpsd43a60a4.png Sheriff: Oh, thanks. Cosmos: That's what they do to introduce the matches when we're not around? Sheriff: Guess so...you can stop by the way. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/Aww_zps937c3400.png Sheriff: Well now I feel bad. Cosmos: Get that man a t-shirt, it's all good. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/DonnyChic_zps1bc1e5a1.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/vstv_zps17b98cb8.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/SamBailey_zpsce50864d.jpg VS "SOULLESS" SAM BAILEY -Donny Chic is out with KC by his side and his game face on, the two disco dancers all business as they strut and stride around the ring. You can see the seriousness oozing out of every pore of their body as they and Tiny engage in the hustle in the middle of the ring and Donny embraces his tag partner before preparing for a truly terrible war. -And that war's name is Soulless Sam Bailey, drawn like a moth to a disco inferno, the ginger comes screaming out from the back, tugging at his beard, mouth frothing, eyes wilder than Sid Vicious being asked to sing nursery rhymes. He seriously hates disco is what we're getting at. He rolls into the ring and has to be restrained by Tiny as his opponent's music continues to play, incensing him even further. It's only when his own incredibly generic punk music begins playing does he calm down, sinking into his corner with malice in his eyes. -Once Tiny is absolutely certain that Bailey isn't going to immediately attempt to murder his opponent, he calls for the bell and we're up and running! Chic and Bailey circle like caged animals, darting and feinting at one another...it's almost as if they've wrestled before, another time, another space...California, probably. -Suddenly it's as though a switch is flipped and the two grapplers are darting about the ring, throwing strikes at one another with rapid speed, dodging and firing off kicks with lightning reflexes. It seems at one moment that Bailey has Chic right in his sights for a hard roundhouse kick to the head, but Chic artfully accomplishes a leg split that dodges the strike into a drop toe hold! Chic quickly applies an STF that has Bailey yelping and clawing at the mat... -Until the Souless scoundrel up and starts biting his opponent's hand! Chic yelps and releases, shaking out his hand and declaring that that 'was not funky, baby!' Bailey doesn't seem to care as he goes on the attack, starting with a headbutt to Chic's gut, an elbow to the eyebrow, and a sobat that leaves poor Donny lying quite flat! Bailey stomps around the ring, eyes wild, temperment unstable, tugging at his beard and going to the top rope! -Bailey howls out angrily and launches himself to try and nail Donny with a flying headbutt, but the disco dude rolls out of the way, leaving Bailey with nothing but canvas to crash into! Bailey thrashes about on the mat, even in pain the guy's a rage-feuled monster, but Donny sees his opportunity and tries his darndest to take advantage, going to the top rope it appears he's looking for his Listen to the Music leg drop but- http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/RedRock_alt_zpsc99946ee.jpg Aw crap, not another one! -A gigantic red headed behemoth makes his presences known, rushing to the ring in prison garb, complete with a chain trailing behind him, the massive madman is quick to smash Donny in the face with a clubbing blow that has Tiny calling for the bell! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/DQ_zps5170cbcc.jpg -The giant throttles the dazed Donny as a recovering Bailey cuts off KC's attempt to get in the ring and help his friend with a sudden and savage savate kick that knocks the Superfreak off the apron! Bailey turns to his obvious cohort and gives a thumbs down, sealing Donny's fate as the massive madman smashes him down to the mat below with a thunderous chokeslam! Bailey is on the fallen afro'd avenger in an instant, smashing fists into his face while cacophonously yelling 'WHERE IS IT!? WHERE IS IT!?' until KC slides into the ring with his own gold chain wrapped around his hand, sending the two gingers scattering away, glaring and growling at the Disco Duo. DONNY CHIC WINS...KINDA! Sheriff: My goodness, Cap, another lunatic has come to torment Discotheque! And it seems he's allied with Bailey! Cosmos: Consider, Earthling, the discocidal ginger sounded like he wishes to obtain something from the dancers, a strange mystery. Sheriff: A mystery we'll have to get to the bottom of later, Cap, because it's time for our maaaaaain event! http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW_Grand_zpsf4de79d7.jpg POW GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/WMDPt_zpsf6c0e955.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/VS_alt_Mixed2_zps85d698f8.pnghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/JashPatel_alt_zpsf7b136f6.jpg W.M.D © VS JASH PATEL -Jash is out first with Kal in tow, the two cousins running around the ring, shaking hands, kissing babies and just being a couple of great guys, really. Jash and Kal pose in the ring together before Jash send his cousin to the back in his usual show of good sportsmanship and fairplay. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/WMDPt_zpsf6c0e955.jpg Guess who? -Unfortunately, poor Kal gets smashed out of the way by a barrelling forward W.M.D, the champ is on a tear as she circles the ring, yanking off her bandanna and tossing her belt at Sheriff and Cap at ringside, bowling the two of them over. The champ is all business as she rolls into the ring and charges straight for Jash. The challenger is caught offguard by the sudden attack and as the bell rings, so begins fourteen minutes of agony for the challenger... -Jash is put through a horrible ringer of devastating throws, punishing slams, and agonizing splashes, the champ seems more determined to inflict pain on the family man than actually defend her title! Poor Jash begins to resemble a crash test dummy more than a man as the match goes on. W.M.D delivers not one, not two, but her now signature THREE Tactical Air Strikes to the downed Patel, roaring out her dominance... -But suddenly Kal appears at ringside, having recovered from being tossed like a bug earlier, he pounds on the apron, trying to get the crowd to clap along for his cousin in this, his darkest hour! The fans, despairing as they are, begin to clap in time with Kal, stomping their feet on the ground as W.M.D ignores them and begins to lift Jash up... -AND GETS A PUNCH TO THE MIDSECTION! AND ANOTHER! Jash Patel, feeling the familial bonds he shares not just with his brother, but with the entirety of the True Believers, has found his way to his feet and is fighting back! Patel is getting a second wind (first wind?) as he slams the champ with forearm blows to the face! He lets out a cry of fury before going to run the ropes and- -Getting a boot to the gut and and a Bunker Buster for his troubles! W.M.D matter of factly makes the cover. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/1_zpsf09b04b0.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/2_zps2d2083e7.jpghttp://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/3_zps801b9f06.jpg -The bell dings, a devastated Kal rolls in to check on his cousin...and gets a Bunker Buster for his troubles. W.M.D roars once more, almost yanking her title from the arms of the ring assistant that comes forward to present it to her. She moves to make another unceremonious exit... W.M.D WINS! HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER Voice: Haloo...haloo...haloo! W.M.D stops in her tracks as a voice cuts through her ring music and the boos of the audience. Out of the entranceway steps a new face. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/ArttuJensen_zps12c341b0.jpg Man: Hyvää iltaa, ystäväni! Nimeni on Arttu Jensen ja minä...heh heh, my apologies. Good evening, my friends, my name is Arttu Jensen. The crowd cheer loudly for Jensen, who grins in appreciation. Jensen: Thank you, thank you. Now, I won't stand on pretense, I think you all know that I come to you from our mutual friends in the west. The crowd begins and appreciative 'DRAGON' chant which Jensen waits to die down before continuing. Jensen: But before I worked with them, I was involved with a company...not unlike this one, yes a company across the sea, in my native Scandinavia. Yes friends, before I was a Dragon, I was...SUPER CHARGED! And when I looked at what was happening here, I felt a pang of...nostalgia of longing for a pas life. So now I am here, and I intend to LIBERATE YOU ALL FROM THE TYRANNY OF THE W.M.D! The crowd goes wild for this announcement, W.M.D grits her teeth. Jensen: So, Woman of Mass Destruction, prepare yourself, because I full intend to take that belt from you and free the Tosiuskovia, the True Believers, from your reign of terror! W.M.D snarls, but nods, grabbing her belt and disappearing into the crowd, Jensen waves to the fans as Moonage Daydream concludes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pteroid Posted November 7, 2014 Author Share Posted November 7, 2014 I promise I will try not to let a gap that long happen again, thank you for your patience. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Roguey Posted November 7, 2014 Share Posted November 7, 2014 I can't believe I somehow missed the death of El Hot Dog until now. Captain Carne shall fight on in his name! As will Private Porkchop, Corporal Custard...Cream, Major Meatball & Sergeant Stroganoff! I need sleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smwilliams Posted November 7, 2014 Share Posted November 7, 2014 I've never taken a look at the ThunderVerse, but if Arttu Jensen's finisher isn't FINN-ish Him, I'm sorely disappointed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pteroid Posted November 7, 2014 Author Share Posted November 7, 2014 Chapter 6: Retribution And Reparations http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/RefereeTinyJackson_zps14bac004.jpg "HOW COULD YOU!?" http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/BlackMask_zpsd6a7c261.jpg "Oh suuuure, when the Architect uses the shouty voice, you get mad, but when you do it!" "Don't you turn this around on me you Hot Dog killer! You're lucky we haven't ran you out of town on a rail!" "Ha! You would have to catch the Architect first!" http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/NickySanders_zpse05e5722.jpg "You realize he's between you and the door right?" "..." "Aaaaand we're on the second story." "...fiddlesticks." "Nicky, I want you to punish this heathen to the fullest extent of the law!" "Huh, oh yeah, sure, you got like fifty bucks? We gotta get the suit repaired before December at least." "And if the Architect refuses!?" "Then we won't let you live rent-free in our headquarters anymore." "...Finehereyougo." "Thanks." "But let it be known, THE ARCHITECT will take every single five thousand pennies of that fifty dollars out of that Hot Dog's rubbery hide! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!" Architect moves to leave the room, but Tiny remains in his way. "..." "...Move please." "Hang on." "...are you serious?" "Wait for iiiit...kay, you can go." Tiny moves out of the way, leaving the Architect to- WHAM! Get smashed in the face by the door opening. Again. "Owwwwww..." http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/FlyingHawaiian_zps34c812e6.jpg "Tiny! Bruddah, just the man I wanted to see!" "Owwwwwww..." "Flyin' Hawaiian, just the man *I* wanted to see!" "Mr. Hawaiian, nice to see you." "Please, call me Flyin'." "What can we do for you?" "I want a match, bruddah-" The door creaks back and Architect stumbles out. "-with him." "Unnnngh..." "Cheatin' to beat me is one thing, man, but doin' what he did to the dog? Not mellow, I'm itchin' to give him a taste of HIGH FLYIN' HIGH IMPACT HIGH-WAIIAN PAIN, BRUDDAH!" "Pain has...already been delivered..." "You got your match, Flyin'." "Alright!" "On one condition...please do NOT make that your catchphrase." "...fine. See ya in November, ya little weasel!" Flyin' Hawaiian leaves- WHAM! -incidentally smashing the door in Architect's face again. "...whyyyyyyy..." Meanwhile... http://www.flowerpictures.net/Freebeautifulpictures/Chicago_2006/images/chicago_chinatown-2.jpg Deep within Chicago's own Chinatown, two figures walk, bellbottoms swish about with every step, they move with purpose deeper and deeper within the district. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/DonnyChic_zps1bc1e5a1.jpg "Yo, are you sure this is a good idea, man? What if that psycho's following us?" http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/KCSummer_zpsfe71b7a2.jpg "Don't worry, bro, his kind are far less active during the night, and if he was after what I think he was after, then we got to make sure it's safe." The dynamic disco duo make their way down an alley, slipping down a flight of stairs to find a simple, unmarked door at the bottom. KC knocks on the door, nodding as a peephole slides open and a pair of eyes regard them. The peephole slides back to being closed, and soon the door opens to reveal... http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/Funky_zps4aae9547.jpg "My friends! Welcome welcome, how can I help you?" "Shen, my man, thanks for agreeing to a meeting on such short notice." "Think nothing of it, come come, I believe you'll find your property has been well taken care of." The two disco dudes step inside the door, finding themselves inside a room laden with crates labled with all forms of strange and interesting names, from some emanate a pulsing darkness, from others an angelic light, an eye on a stalk regards the trio as they walk by, before Shen pokes it and sends it reeling back into its box. "As you can see, my clientele has greatly expanded since you came to me all those years ago and thrust your precious cargo into my care." "I hope you didn't just throw it in a crate like these, Shen, that wasn't in the deal." "No no no, of course not. I have always made it a point to afford your case with the utmost care." Shen walks to a door at the farthest wall of the room and cautiously opens it, revealing the precious treasure inside. http://noveltylighting.dnfurnituredecor.com/images/uploads/12-disco-ball-B002C1CUOY-500.jpg "Good, it's still there." "I must say I remain perplexed as to why this is so special to you, my friends, it's just a disco ball." "Don't let yourself be fooled, Shen." KC slowly closes the door, letting out a sigh of relief. "It's never JUST a disco ball." KC nods to Donny and the two make to leave, but KC turns back to Shen. "Shen, until we give the all clear, by no means should you let a ginger in here, and keep that ball under lock and key, understand?" "Of course, Mr. Summers." "Good, come on, Donny." The two disco men leave, closing the door behind them. Shen lets out an exhalation. "They're gone." "Good..." From the shadows steps another man, who smirks. http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/CrzyWill_zps3f88741f.jpg "My master will be pleased." "I've done what you asked, now please, leave me be." "Yeah, about that..." The mysterious red head pulls out a grenade. "We simply can't have you getting a change of heart and informing them of our plans." "No...no please...no..." We fade out. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!" ------- http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y476/pteroid1/POW/POW_zpsb9e915ea.jpg POW Presents: CH-CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP MAIN EVENT: W.M.D © VS "SUPER CHARGED" ARTTU JENSEN KC SUMMER VS SAM BAILEY ADAM HART VS SANGOMA MISS BEHAVIN' VS BLAZE TANNER MEET THE PATELS VS TEAM SLOPPY SECONDS (SLUGGER LONGBALL & ROCK PARIS) THE ARCHITECT VS FLYIN' HAWAIIAN SIDEKICKS CHAMPIONSHIP SUDDEN DEATH TRIPLE TEAM MATCH! SCI-FI FRENZY © VS DREAMSCAPE VS SCOTT BINGINGTON AND DARIUS KING Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Midnightnick Posted November 7, 2014 Share Posted November 7, 2014 GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP MAIN EVENT: W.M.D (c) VS "SUPER CHARGED" ARTTU JENSEN KC SUMMER VS SAM BAILEY ADAM HART VS SANGOMA MISS BEHAVIN' VS BLAZE TANNER MEET THE PATELS VS TEAM SLOPPY SECONDS (SLUGGER LONGBALL & ROCK PARIS) THE ARCHITECT VS FLYIN' HAWAIIAN SIDEKICKS CHAMPIONSHIP SUDDEN DEATH TRIPLE TEAM MATCH! SCI-FI FRENZY © VS DREAMSCAPE VS SCOTT BINGINGTON AND DARIUS KING Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Rickymex Posted November 7, 2014 Share Posted November 7, 2014 GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP MAIN EVENT: W.M.D © VS "SUPER CHARGED" ARTTU JENSEN KC SUMMER VS SAM BAILEY ADAM HART VS SANGOMA MISS BEHAVIN' VS BLAZE TANNER MEET THE PATELS VS TEAM SLOPPY SECONDS (SLUGGER LONGBALL & ROCK PARIS) THE ARCHITECT VS FLYIN' HAWAIIAN SIDEKICKS CHAMPIONSHIP SUDDEN DEATH TRIPLE TEAM MATCH! SCI-FI FRENZY © VS DREAMSCAPE VS SCOTT BINGINGTON AND DARIUS KING Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pteroid Posted November 8, 2014 Author Share Posted November 8, 2014 Did Crzy Will just kill a man?! Maaaaybe...maybe he did something else. Involving duct tape. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smwilliams Posted November 8, 2014 Share Posted November 8, 2014 GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP MAIN EVENT: W.M.D © VS "SUPER CHARGED" ARTTU JENSEN KC SUMMER VS SAM BAILEY ADAM HART VS SANGOMA MISS BEHAVIN' VS BLAZE TANNER MEET THE PATELS VS TEAM SLOPPY SECONDS (SLUGGER LONGBALL & ROCK PARIS) THE ARCHITECT VS FLYIN' HAWAIIAN SIDEKICKS CHAMPIONSHIP SUDDEN DEATH TRIPLE TEAM MATCH! SCI-FI FRENZY © VS DREAMSCAPE VS SCOTT BINGINGTON AND DARIUS KING Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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