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Post by Baker on Mar 29, 2020 4:07:50 GMT
A few months ago I had an idea I promised to eventually share. Here it is.... The year is 1995. The non-WWF/WCW talent pool is far deeper than you might think. Wrestling fans are starved for an alternative. An eccentric millionaire (yours truly) took advantage of this by resurrecting the NWA with Jim Crockett serving as a figurehead president. This new NWA is heavily influenced by Powerrr and presents itself as "wrestling the way it ought to be." WWF is a Gimmicks 'R Us cartoon. WCW has turned its back on its roots and is now WWF Lite (Dungeon of Doom says hello), only older. ECW, if mentioned at all, would be dismissed as a bush league operation with mentally stunted wrestlers catering to a psychotic fanbase. Dan Severn is the Very Respectable world champion....a suit-wearing mix of old school and new (MMA). Basically Nick Aldis, but a good guy. The idea was to have Severn beat Big Names who were in between Big Two runs about every 6 weeks on pay per view while building to a colossal Severn/Shamrock showdown....that was never going to actually happen because I’m weird. This universe was going to start with a set of North Carolina (our home base) tv tapings in early September to build to a late October pay per view which looked something like this..... NWA Into The Fire- Late October 1995 1. Thrillseekers (Jericho & Lance Storm) vs. PG 13- Grudge Match-Thrillseekers are wholesome good guys who like to party......in a PG sort of way. Their other hobbies include slapping hands, kissing women and babies. The idea was to present them as super charismatic kewl dudes (Lance included!) in a completely ironic, uncool sort of way. PG 13 are....well, PG 13. They're rude, crude, and unrefined. Thrillseekers were going over, but it doesn't really matter who wins. The idea here is to present an action packed face vs. heel opener. Thrillseekers were penciled in as a midcard good guy tag team until Jericho goes to ECW in January or February. Lance would stick around, likely as a JTTS feuding with young heels. PG 13 was going to form a midcard heel stable with The Headbangers called and their eventual leader Maxx Payne called Generation X. Example..... Headbangers: Brainwashed by rock PG 13: And rap. Mosh: We drink JC Ice: And do drugs. Thrasher: Write graffitti Wolfie: And steal hubcaps. Headbangers: The only thing we want PG 13: Is what our parents don't! Mwahahahaha *Headbang/Dance 2. Brian Christopher vs. Rob Van Dam- Young Lions MatchChristopher is promoted as The Next Big Thing....and he has the Apter Mag writeups to prove it! RVD objects to BC's attitude while claiming the Next Big Thing mantle for himself. Voila! Instafeud. Christopher wins to cement his Next Big Thing status. Christopher spends a year as a top of the bottom/bottom of the top heel, eventually feuding with Ron Simmons over the North American Championship (basically our IC Title), and Jesse James Armstrong (Road Dogg) over the Young Lions Championship, which was basically Brian Christopher's vanity title. RVD is an exciting JTTS babyface until he goes to ECW in early 1996. Think Marcus Alexander Bagwell, but better. 3? Heavenly Bodies vs. Tracy Smothers & Tony Anthony
Wasn't 100% sure this was going to be on the card. These two teams were on loan from SMW during our tag title tournament. Which I might as well chronicle real quick..... Rock & Roll Express over Heavenly Bodies Thillseekers over PG 13 Headbangers over Smothers & Anthony Jeff Jarrett & Jesse James over Hardy Boys RnR over Bangers JJ & James over Thrillseekers due to PG 13 interference. FINALS: Rock & Roll Express vs. Jarrett & James If this match takes place, Smothers & Anthony win since I have (small) plans for them. Prichard of the Bodies soon returns to WWF, while "Gigolo" Jimmy Del Rey sticks around for a while as a lower card heel JTTS. 4. "Indian Outlaw" Chris Chavis vs. "Nighstalker" Brian Clark- Grudge Match
NWA speak for Tatanka vs. Adam Bomb. The ex-WWF wrestlers are undefeated and on a collision course.Chavis is on a redemption quest after turning his back on the fans in that promotion up North. Clark is angry out to prove he can be a prime time player.Chavis wins here, but loses the rematch at the next PPV because he had resigned with WWF.After winning the rematch, Clark feuds with the debuting...PCO! PCO wins that feud over Clark.5. Steiner Brothers vs. Headbangers- Open Challenge Match
The arrogant 'Bangers issued an open challenge after losing to the Rock & Roll Express in the Tag Title Tournament (more on that later). That challenge was answered on tv by none other than Rick & Scott, The Steiner Brothers!
The wildly popular Steiners win after doing their thing for 10 minutes or so. 'Bangers would go on to be in the aforementioned Generation X stable with PG 13 and Maxx Payne. Steiners may or may not have come back as a special attraction at the next PPV. They were not intended to be full timers due to their Japan commitments. And also because they're unbeatable in kayfabe given the level of competition here in the NWA. 6. Terry Funk vs. Barry Windham- Battle of Former NWA World ChampionsThe NWA honors its past while looking to the future. An early tv episode featured these two former NWA Champs along with Harley Race receiving awards. Some good natured ribbing between Barry & Terry turned heated. Windham attacked Funk. Funk challenged him to come out of retirement. Windham kept refusing....until he didn't. Funk defeats Windham in Barry's return to wrestling after an absence of a year and a half. Funk would be a top guy on and off for a year as a beloved veteran babyface. Windham would soon turn babyface as well when his alliance with The Bucksnort Boys/Smoky Mountain Boys/Tennessee Volunteers (I hadn't decided on a name yet) turned sour. Windham would then align himself with fellow Texan Terry Funk to feud with the Tennessee Trio of Bunkhouse Buck, "Dirty White Boy" Tony Anthony, and "Young Pistol" Tracy Smothers in an old fashioned Texas vs. Tennessee Civil War (a war which I'm pretty sure only existed in old school Southern wrestling promotions :lol: ) 7. Rock & Roll Express vs. Jeff Jarrett & "The New Age Outlaw" Jesse James- Tag Title Tournament FinalJesse James is Road Dogg. He and Jarrett act like big time superstars who are above the NWA. They're arguably the most hated men in the company. Rock & Rolls win to become NWA Tag Team Champions for the.....6th time or something like that. JJ & Jesse James soon have a falling out. They engage in a heated feud with Jesse James as the babyface. Jesse James adds Armstrong to the end of his name for added fan support. He beats Jarrett in a Loser Leaves Town match! Then embarks upon a heated feud with Brian Christopher until..... Jeff Jarrett returns! But that's a story for later. 8. Vader w/ Harley Race vs. Ron Simmons- Grudge MatchHarley Race was looking for a protege. He settled on former WCW Champion Ron Simmons. There was only one problem. The two men had a heated past in WCW. Race offered to bury the hatchet. He was looking to turn over a new leaf, you see. Simmons basically told him to get lost. "You'll be sorry." Race vowed. Simmons took young rookie D'Lo Brown under his wing after defeating the youngster on tv. D'Lo had the talent. He just needed some coaching. A few weeks after Simmons rejected Race and started coaching D'Lo, Race revealed he had the man he was looking for. And he would debut NEXT WEEK against D'Lo with Simmons (conveniently) in Japan. Race's mystery man was obviously former multiple time WCW Champion THE MAN THEY CALL VADER. Whoa! Huge shock! And a MAJOR acquisition by NWA! Vader destroyed D'Lo in brutal fashion. Stretcher job and everything. Now Simmons is PISSED! And this memorable WCW rivalry will renew itself in the Good WCW on steroids world of the rebooted NWA. Vader goes over in a hard fought hoss fight. He ends up taking Severn on at our next PPV before running away to WWF LIKE A COWARD after getting stretched by Danny Boy. Simmons goes on to become the inaugural NWA North American Champion and the #2 or #3 babyface in the company until he too runs away to the easier world of WWF. 9. Dan Severn (c) vs. Cactus Jack- NWA World Heavyweight Championship MatchThese two are polar opposites. Severn is a soft spoken bah gawd real wrestler who is all about respect and honor and that sort of thing. Meanwhile, this is "King of Death" (matches) Cactus Jack at his most psycho. He wants to climb a ladder to the heavens and drop an elbow on the entire world. Severn wins a (hopefully good) styles clash when he MAKES CACTUS JACK SUBMIT because he's THE BEST IN THE WORLD, BABY! REAL WORLD CHAMP! REAL WORLD CHAMP! REAL WORLD CHAMP! Cactus wrestles Funk in a Loser Leaves Town Match at our next PPV. Cactus loses because he is signing with WWF. Also at that next PPV, Severn meets Vader in a Clash of the Titans main event. And that will be tomorrow's story (maybe). EDIT: Whoops. That was Version 1.0 before I realized/remembered STEVE AUSTIN was available. In the Austin version, he beats Chavis here before losing to Simmons in the finals of the North American Title Tournament at our next PPV. Meanwhile, the Clark/Chavis starts up a little later with Clark winning the big match at our next PPV and then feuding with PCO. Another early idea was to bring in Sgt. Slaughter, Tito Santana, and their young boy Johnny Gunn (Tom Brandi) to feud with Greg Valentine, Tommy Rich and their young boy Doug Gilbert. Bob Orton was in that mix too. But all those guys just took up spots on the card I would rather use for someone else. So they all got scrapped aside from Johnny Gunn a few months down the road.
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Post by 🤯 on Mar 29, 2020 12:48:07 GMT
Fuck me, Baker-man, I love all of that. Potential to rival if not surpass New Gen rebooked. What would it take to convince you to re-dive into it and flesh it out a bit more?, 🐐🐐🐐🐐
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Post by Baker on Mar 29, 2020 15:45:58 GMT
Fuck me, Baker-man, I love all of that. Potential to rival if not surpass New Gen rebooked. What would it take to convince you to re-dive into it and flesh it out a bit more?, 🐐🐐🐐🐐 Unfortunately no amount of prodding will do the trick. I’m either in the mood or I’m not. A few months ago I was. Now I’m not. But I will return later to outline the follow up PPV and then come back one last time to focus on Severn/the 10 Pounds of Gold until like August 96, which is where I stopped planning.
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Post by RT on Mar 29, 2020 18:18:50 GMT
Fuck me, Baker-man, I love all of that. Potential to rival if not surpass New Gen rebooked. What would it take to convince you to re-dive into it and flesh it out a bit more?, 🐐🐐🐐🐐 Unfortunately no amount of prodding will do the trick. I’m either in the mood or I’m not. A few months ago I was. Now I’m not. But I will return later to outline the follow up PPV and then come back one last time to focus on Severn/the 10 Pounds of Gold until like August 96, which is where I stopped planning. This is my biggest problem as of late. I get in the mood, start a fed, then it dies because I forget about it for six weeks. If I ever come up with an idea where I can just write 5 or 6 times a year then I’m golden. :lol:
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Post by Ness on Mar 29, 2020 18:20:12 GMT
What's scary is this is basically how Vince books a real company. He just loses his interest even faster.
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Post by 🤯 on Mar 29, 2020 19:00:04 GMT
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Post by Ness on Mar 29, 2020 19:04:54 GMT
............ WHAT?!
I fully expected clicking that link to take me to some gay porn but it's legit.
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Post by Baker on Mar 30, 2020 0:19:39 GMT
Unfortunately no amount of prodding will do the trick. I’m either in the mood or I’m not. A few months ago I was. Now I’m not. But I will return later to outline the follow up PPV and then come back one last time to focus on Severn/the 10 Pounds of Gold until like August 96, which is where I stopped planning. This is my biggest problem as of late. I get in the mood, start a fed, then it dies because I forget about it for six weeks. I like to plan all my big shows and major angles out like a year in advance so I have an idea where I am going and can foreshadow things months ahead of time. This inevitably leads to me burning myself out before I even start writing. Happens every time.
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Post by rad on Jul 15, 2020 4:24:25 GMT
I had this project planned months ago and advertised it on the Fed Thread but never got around to getting it off the ground. Plus, not enough people like baseball around here, so that was the other reason. @admin 's AGL project is awesome anyways and would have been hard to end up living up to. But I thought I'd share the vision anyways here and especially the logos, team names and the few uniforms I made, 'cause I'm actually proud of SOME of these... Here are the notes I had written for the general idea of it all. I was going to use Out of the Park Baseball 8 as the basis for all of this:
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Post by @admin on Jul 15, 2020 5:47:12 GMT
Those are way too good not to continue to use! I love the wrestling/sport crossover.
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Post by KITN on Jun 30, 2021 9:16:29 GMT
I don't imagine making this a fed (I mean I might, if there's enough reaction, you'll never know >.>) I just had an idea I wanted to get out of my brain and onto something somewhere. Fair warning, it's all modern wrestlers/modern indie stuff, ya buncha old-timers. And there's gonna be intergender wrestling because it's 2021. ANYhow.
New Frontier Pro Wrestling Presents "We Cannot Fail to Try" New Frontier Pro Wrestling is a new kind of wrestling promotion. There is very little in the way of a "set" roster as this new frontier establishes itself. Each show has 9 open contract matches that anyone can answer. There is no weight class divide, there is no gender divide. Everyone can, and is encouraged, to fight everyone. There is a 20-count on the floor There are no rope breaks Disqualifications are at the referee's discretion. In the Violence Division and for the Violence Championship, however, matches can only be ended by knockout, submission, or excessive blood loss. If you submit in a Violence Championship match, you cannot challenge for the belt for one year. And if you lose the Violence Championship via submission, you cannot EVER challenge for it again.
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Post by 🤯 on Jun 30, 2021 16:31:59 GMT
KITN, that's fucking awesome. Can't wait for the results!
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Post by 1RealSmartAlex on Jul 1, 2021 2:42:08 GMT
I don't imagine making this a fed (I mean I might, if there's enough reaction, you'll never know >.>) I just had an idea I wanted to get out of my brain and onto something somewhere. Fair warning, it's all modern wrestlers/modern indie stuff, ya buncha old-timers. And there's gonna be intergender wrestling because it's 2021. ANYhow.
New Frontier Pro Wrestling Presents "We Cannot Fail to Try" New Frontier Pro Wrestling is a new kind of wrestling promotion. There is very little in the way of a "set" roster as this new frontier establishes itself. Each show has 9 open contract matches that anyone can answer. There is no weight class divide, there is no gender divide. Everyone can, and is encouraged, to fight everyone. There is a 20-count on the floor There are no rope breaks Disqualifications are at the referee's discretion. In the Violence Division and for the Violence Championship, however, matches can only be ended by knockout, submission, or excessive blood loss. If you submit in a Violence Championship match, you cannot challenge for the belt for one year. And if you lose the Violence Championship via submission, you cannot EVER challenge for it again. Someone who likes the same wrestling I do… Fun fact, Brooke Valentine was one of my first friends in wrestling. She’s an Iowa girl though not trained at Black and Brave. I saw some of her first matches and it’s amazing to see how far she’s come. Make this a fed KITN!!!
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Post by KITN on Jul 1, 2021 3:24:33 GMT
Well... that's just all kinds of cool. Thanks, Alex!
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Post by The Kid on Jul 1, 2021 18:15:46 GMT
My thoughts.
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Post by 🤯 on Jul 1, 2021 22:30:17 GMT
The blood feud continues!
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Post by KITN on Jul 2, 2021 0:17:48 GMT
I have a blood feud?
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Post by 🤯 on Jul 2, 2021 0:37:54 GMT
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Post by 🤯 on Jul 2, 2021 0:38:16 GMT
Just post the goddamn results already, KITN!
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Post by Ness on Jul 2, 2021 0:58:41 GMT
What if the gif was just a first post in a meta gritty Sesame Street Reboot as wrestling.
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Post by 🤯 on Jul 2, 2021 1:25:45 GMT
What if the gif was just a first post in a meta gritty Sesame Street Reboot as wrestling. Oh man, I never realized I needed something so bad. Split? Or, if you'll license me the IP, I'll try to get something up and running as a holdover until the return of Mushroom Kingdom. Sesame Street Strong Style
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Post by KITN on Jul 2, 2021 3:35:04 GMT
New Frontier Pro Wrestling"We Cannot Fail to Try" Results MV Young def. O'Shay Edwards by TKO in 12:45. After an intense, stiff, physical match that involved both competitors sporadically using weapons, MV Young ended the match by Powerbombing Edwards out of the ring through a table. When the referee ran to check O'Shay, the official declared him unresponsive and unable to defend himself, resulting in a TKO victory for The PolyKing. A pissed-off Kaiju got his his feet not long after, though, and was rather rude to our junior referee, dropping them with a big boot. Despite this, and a heated nose-to-nose with his opponent, O'Shay and MV eventually parted with a fist bump. While the issues between the two men are clearly not settled, there does seem to be respect between them.
Thick N Juicy 2.0 def. Bad Bussy by pinfall in 9:19 In contrast with the violence of the opening contest, the first tag match in NFPW history was definitely a lighter affair. All four competitors brought their A-game, but there was definitely a bit more fun involved whenever Allie Katch wasn't in the ring. Particularly whenever Effy and Nightingale squared off, things got practically friendly (Booker's note: this means Valentine and Allie are heels and Nightingale and Effy are faces. Wink wink, nudge nudge). This didn't sit too well with Allie, who reprimanded her tag partner whenever Effy got too involved with showboating for the fans or talking trash. The slightly-more inveterate pair seemed to be staying on task, though, and looked on their way to a win before Faye Jackson got involved to help her team when Effy and Brooke Valentine went to the outside. In a moment reminiscent of their match at Prime Time Pro Wrestling almost a year ago... well, there's no delicate way to put it, wrestling fans. Faye Jackson twerked on Effy, causing The Daddy to react in horror, hoping that his other tag team partner wasn't about to betray him. This left Effy vulnerable to a clothesline from the recovered Brooke Valentine. Valentine got Effy back in the ring and, a Combination German Suplex/Clothesline combo later, the tag team (more a trio in this instance) scored their first victory in a new promotion.
After the match, it seemed that there were no hard feelings. Allie Katch helped Effy to his feet and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. She pulled Effy into a hug and the crowd cheered, though those on the side facing Allie Katch could see the murder in her eyes.
Edith Surreal def. Samuray Del Sol by pinfall in 14:35 In a contrast to the first two matches, this was a fairly straightforward affair. Samuray Del Sol spent the early parts of the match dazzling both the audience and his opponent with his high-speed, high-flying offence with an undeniable arrogance to his every action. The luchadore seemed to revel in his superior speed and agility and the athletic feats he could perform. However, when Edith reversed a sunset flip attempt into a pinfall attempt of her own that nearly stole the match, that was when things got serious for the former House Partier. SDS turned up the intensity with kicks and stretching Lucha-style holds, but Surreal gave as good as she got. The younger wrestler's resilience seemed to get to the 15-year veteran, especially once Surreal started stuffing more of his high-flying offence. The tecnico went rudo and clawed at Edith's eyes through her mask in the finishing stretch, giving him a desperate opening. SDS unleashed a flurry of high-speed offense, but as he was going for the Wheelbarrow DDT, Edith reversed it into a German Suplex, holding the bridge to get the three in what could definitely be considered an upset.
After the match, Edith Surreal celebrated and slapped hands with her fans on her way to the back while Samuray Del Sol sat in the ring, stunned. He sat there for so long that the referee eventually told him that he had to leave for the next contest. SDS got out of the ring without any further fuss but was still very much in a daze as he walked slowly out of the ring, leading to the odd image of he and Ken Shamrock walking past each other.
Justin Kyle def. Ken Shamrock by knockout in 6:22 This was a war, a violent sprint meant to get the most out of both men (and hide Shamrock's weaknesses at this advanced stage). Both men battered each other with stiff punches and kicks and, even compared to the first match, liberal use of weapons. Both competitors were bleeding by the end of it. Shamrock, reaching deep into his Attitude Era bag of tricks, attempted an honest-to-god Hurricanrana. Justin Kyle stopped him mid-fall and countered it into a powerbomb, dropping the legend on his head. Justin leaped onto the change while his opponent was groggy and rained down hammerfist blows on Shamrock's face and head. With Shamrock showing no signs of protecting himself, the referee was forced to call for the bell and award Justin Kyle the biggest win of his career. Kyle gave what could only be called a primal yell as he stormed to the back, wearing Ken Shamrock's blood on his chest.
Shamrock was helped to his feet after the match and bowed to the four sides of fans around the ring. Then, to an ovation of the crowd, he walked out of the ring on his own two feet.
Ruby Soho def. Max The Impaler by TKO in 13:12 to win the NFPW Violence Championship In the first of our four title matches, three of which were sanctioned New Frontier Championships, Ruby Soho managed to pull off what some would consider an upset. As with the last match, there was an abundance of weapons, violence, and a surprising amount of bloodshed. Most of the actual weapons were brought in by Ruby in an attempt to take her larger, stronger opponent down, while Max had their own strategy: throwing Ruby into things. Into the turnbuckles, into the ringside steps, into the ring post, onto trash cans and through tables. But no matter what Max did, Ruby kept crawling back to her feet. And no matter what Ruby tried, Max just didn't seem to stay down. After Ruby managed to kick out of a devastating spear, Max seemed to have enough and started to remove one of the turnbuckle pads. This would prove to be their undoing. Ruby got up in time and threw Max face-first into the exposed steel. Then got a ring crew member's wrench from under the ring and whacked them in the head with that as well. Ruby managed to remove the middle turnbuckle pad, of all things, before Max got back to their feet. Reaching deep into her past to forge her future, Ruby brought out the Deadly Night Shade as Max charged at her, smashing their head into the exposed steel. Max slumped to the ground and the referee declared them unconscious. A bloody, triumphant Ruby was handed her new championship and raised it proudly over her head at the entrance tunnel to the roar of the crowd.
When Max was revived, they were none too pleased to discover they'd lost and conveyed that by powerbombing the poor referee right through the one table set up in the match that had somehow gone undestroyed.
There was a ten-minute intermission to clean up the from the last two matches, fix up the ring, and get a new referee.
Thomas End def. JT Dunn by knockout in 8:12 A shocking result to our first match back from intermission, if only for the length of it. While JT Dunn came to the ring as he normally does, Thomas End came out to "O Father, O Satan, O Sun!" by BEHEMOTH! End's ring gear was blood red (with the exception of one black kneepad) and his hair was dyed blond. Where JT Dunn was his normally loud, braggadocios self in the opening grappling portion of the contest, Thomas was completely, unnervingly quiet and seemignly emotionless. It clearly got under Dunn's skin as he loudly demanded that his opponent "Fucking say something, come on!" Thomas didn't comply. Just as the two wrestlers went through what could be called the "feeling out process" and seemed to be about to move to the next gear, Thomas suddenly cracked Dunn in the face with a jumping knee with the black kneepad. JT Dunn crumpled to the ground, dead to the world. When he was completely unresponsive to the referee's call, he signaled for the bell and declared Thomas End the winner. Thomas touched two fingers to Dunn's forehead, then to his chest, and walked calmly out of the ring.
JT Dunn had to be helped to the back after the match and still seemed out on his feet.
Violence Is Forever def. The IInspiration by pinfall in 17:14 to win the NFPW Tag Team Championships The IInspiration tried every trick in their playbook in this match and really impressed a lot of doubters by being given a match of this length. Not only did it showcase their comedy(with Ku and Garrini holding up their end as straight men), but their in-ring skills as well. Of course, with the skills of their opponents there was only so much the sister-like duo could do fairly and once it became obvious they were being outwrestled and in some real danger, that's when the trouble started. They stalled outside of the ring for frequent huddle sessions, they constantly complained to the referee about alleged hair-pulling and demanded their opponents back up when they retreated into their tag corner. The pair used illegal tags. hair-pulling, eye-gouging, tights-pulling. They grabbed the ropes for all the leverage they could manage. ViF did their damnedest to grit their teeth and weather the storm with stiff kicks, suplexes, slams, and tight submission holds, but their Aussie oppoents just kept staying alive. They took advantage of Garrini's bare feet and slammed one of said feet into a ringpost repeatedly. They worked over that foot with stomps and slams, grinding the toes and twisting the ankle. There was a moment of horror where it looked like Garrini might submit to a Cassie Lee heel hook, of all things, but he managed to wriggle free and tag in Kevin Ku, who came in like a house of fire. The two tore through their exhausted opponents in the final stretch before Jessie McKay got dumped on her head with a Superkick-Piledriver combo and Violence Is Forever became the first-ever tag team champions.
But if Violence is Forever thought they could celebrate an end to the shenanigans, they were clearly mistaken. Up on the big screen, they and the crowd were treated to what was, for legal purposes, absolutely not an episode of The Fashion Files. In this video, Detective Mattias Wild and Officer Francis Dango derided Kevin Ku's bleached hair and tattoos and Garrini's underarmour-style gear and "criminally pedestrian fabric belt." When Garrini indignantly shouted that this was a symbol of his BJJ experience and not a fashion accessory, an embarrassed Ku had to remind his partner that he was yelling at a recording. "We'll be putting these Fashion Felons in the slammer where they belong. And we'll be taking those tag titles... civil forfeiture, ya know?" While the crowd cheered, Garrini and Ku could only look at each other in horror as they realized they'd have to go through all of this yet again.
Trish Adora (c) def. Powerhouse Hobbs by pinfall in 15:27 to retain the Pan-Afrikan World Diaspora Wrestling Championship It was clear that Powerhosue Hobbs came into this match expecting an easy night's work and it cost him dearly. Counting on the grappling skills he'd picked up as part of Team Taz, he started the match with a lockup and seemed lackadaisical about it. The champion made him pay for that, catching Hobbs off-guard with her technical skill. With her challenger out of sorts, Adora spent much of the match in control of the pace of the contest. Though Hobbs would show explosions of power and was able to drop Adora with slams and bombs throughout the match, he was never able to maintain control for long. In the end, Powerhouse Hobbs was dropped cold with the devastating Lariat Tubman. When he woke up four seconds later, Hobbs had learned an important lesson: you don't become a champion by being easy to beat. He conceded defeat with a handshake and let Adora have her moment as she raised her belt to cheers from the crowd and a "Please come back!" chant.
Bryan Danielson def. Allysin Kay by pinfall in 31:15 to win the NFPW World Championship This match was given a big-fight feel with extended in-ring introductions, listing off both competitors' championship accomplishments (though obviously nothing Bryan had won in the last decade could legally be mentioned). Allysin was visibly annoyed when streamers were thrown and even more annoyed by the deafening "Let's Go Bryan" chants from the crowd. The match started slow with an extended sequence of holds and counterholds. Kay eventually grew frustrated as Bryan seemed to be exactly as good as everyone said and had an answer for everything she did. At around ten minutes in, Kay was the first one to increase the violence, hitting Bryan with a hard forearm. When Bryan didn't retaliate, she hit him again. After a third forearm, Bryan started to fire back and the two began to trade forearms, chops, kicks, and even more intense grappling. Kay got an opening when Bryan went to infamously remind the referee of the rules and how many seconds he had to release a hold, wrenching on Bryan's arm over the top rope. Kay went on a violent attack on Bryan's left arm and the back of his head and neck as she took control, nearly shocking the world with a Silencer and a long 2-count. In the ultimate insult, Allysin even put Bryan in his own signature submission, the Omoplata Crossface. Bryan fought through the pain and made a comeback, letting Kay show some toughness and grit of her own as she weathered some of Bryan's iconic offense and rolled out of the ring after getting hit by the Running Knee to give herself enough time to recover and get a kick-out. But luck just wasn't on Kay's side tonight and she was caught in a Small Package for the three-count to a huge cheer from the crowd.
Ever the sportsman, Danielson offered Allysin his hand after the match, a sign of his respect and his recognition of her abilities. Allysin scoffed and slapped the hand away before storming up the ramp. Bryan was handed his championship and the crowd cheered. But those cheers quickly turned into cries of shock as Bryan turned and was dropped with a bundle of light tubes shattering over the top of his head. Allysin watched from the ramp and waved it off before going back through the entrance tunnel as a bloody, exhausted Danielson staggered to his feet. Bryan was dropped again, almost immediately, by a lariat.
The Motherfucking Truth had come to the New Frontier.
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[art of allegiance championships] The Iiconics [Peyton Royce and Billie Kay]© versus Madusa and Mercedes Martinez [The Iiconics shocked a lot of people when they won the ART of ALLEGIANCE Championships. Since winning the championships, they have taken every short cut possible. They have also annoyed the piss out of everyone. ART management wanted to find a team that could truly put them in their place. Madusa and Mercedes Martinez stepped up to the challenge feeling that the antics and shenanigans of The Iiconics gives women who wrestle a bad name. They want to embarrass their opponents and take their tag team championships. ]
[trish invitational tournament final] -winner gets Trish Stratus’ managerial services- Razor Ramon versus Andrade El Idolo versus Tito Santana [When Trish Stratus announced she had obtained her managing license, men were knocking down the door to have her in their corner. They wanted Trish behind them. The Master of Stratusfaction put together the first ever, Trish Invitational Tournament, where she picked the most macho, guapo, and impressive gentlemen to step between the ropes. The finals of the tournament came down to Tito Santana, Andrade El Idolo, and Razor Ramon. These three men all have what it takes to be World Champion, but with Trish in their corner, they have a much better shot.]
[secret identity match] -loser must reveal their civilian identity- Goldust versus Curry Man [Two of the most interesting artists in American Rasslin Theatre are Goldust and Curry Man. Scumbag wrestling journalists have released stories borderlining on libel about the true identities of these wrestlers. Both wrestlers have refused to reveal their secret identity. However, now, they’re going to have a match where one of them MUST show their face either without paint or without a mask. Is their secret identity someone familiar to ART faithful? Or are they just regular dudes?]
[number one contender’s match] -there must be a winner- Bianca Belair versus Leyla Hirsch [ART prides itself in having some of the most impressive, athletic women in the world. Two women who have been on extremely hot streaks are Bianca Belair and Leyla Hirsch. Riho had qualified for the number one contender’s tournament finals, and she was scheduled to face the winner of Bianca and Leyla. One of these women would have to score a pinfall or submission to earn the right. However, for the first time in the history of the ART Women’s Division, their match ended in a twenty minute time limit draw. Both women asked for five more minutes, and the result was another draw. Therefore, Riho won the tournament, and Bianca and Leyla were scheduled for the Number One Contender’s Match where there is no time limit, and there must be a winner.]
[art women’s world championship match] -ultimate underdog collar match- Riho versus AJ Lee [Riho has been picking up singles wins since her debut in ART. She has gained the love and attention of all of the fans. They have been impressed by her tenacity and her fighting spirit. The fans have given her the nickname of the ‘Ultimate Underdog’. One person has taken exception to that nickname. That person is AJ Lee. She says she has been just as impressive in her career as Riho. She says she has overcome all of the same odds. She says people didn’t give her the respect she deserved when she climbed those mountains to become ART Women’s Champion. She says she doesn’t think Riho is an underdog. She thinks she’s just a dog. Riho responds by saying if she’s a dog maybe she should wear a collar...Maybe they should both wear a collar. After all, AJ Lee is a BITCH! Thus, the dog collar match was signed for Total Eclipse of the ART.]
[ART European Championship] -i quit match- Chris Hero versus Brock Lesnar [Brock Lesnar has not been seen since he failed to recapture the ART World Championship in a triple threat match against Roman Reigns and The Undertaker. Chris Hero has been on a winning streak. He has successfully defended the ART European for over a year with 45 successful defenses. He complained that he wanted a bigger challenge. He then brought out a copy of the Wrestling Observer Newsletter where he read that Brock Lesnar had one more match on his ART contract, and management was trying to make him honor it. He said he wanted Brock Lesnar. After weeks of calling Brock out, Hero realizes Brock must be a quitter. The next week, Lesnar shows up and lays him out. He says he’s going to make Hero say ‘I Quit’, and then, he’s going to take Hero’s ART European Championship, take it home, and throw it in the trash. Hero says he’s never quit in his life, and Lesnar can’t make him.]
[boiler room brawl] -44oh! banned from the arena- Rickey Shane Page versus The Undertaker [Rickey Shane Page and 44oh! are hated by everyone. They respect no one. When The Undertaker brought out a casket for his opponent, it was wrapped in green chains and spray painted “44oh!”. RSP and company jumped The Deadman and took the chains off to put the Deadman in the desecrated box. Then, they locked it again before sending it down a flight of stairs. RSP and his gang then bragged about how they took out the biggest name in the game. But...They didn’t. The Deadman showed up in the boiler room. When Rickey send his boys after him, the lights went out, and Taker took out Rickey in the ring. The Undertaker then agreed to a boiler room brawl with the punk Rickey Shane Page so long as 44oh! was banned from the arena.]
[two out of three falls match] Shinsuke Nakamura versus Chris Jericho [Chris Jericho claims he is the Greatest of All Time. Many folks agree with him. Jericho said he was on his farewell tour, and there weren’t a lot of guys left he wanted to get in the ring with. However, there was one guy he wasn’t going to walk out without facing. Jericho chose Shinsuke Nakamura to be an opponent for his retirement tour. Nakamura then reminded Chris that he had one victory over him. Jericho got flustered and said Nakamura has never beat him on North American soil where Jericho is a God. Jericho also says that anybody can get lucky once. A real man has to prove himself twice. Nakamura proposes a Two out of Three Falls Match. Jericho agrees it’s the best way to crown a winner.]
[ART Men’s World Championship] -hell in a cell- Roman Reigns © versus Nick Gage [Roman Reigns is the head of the table. He’s the reason everyone in ART can put food on their family’s table. He expects EVERYONE to bend the knee to him.One person is not about to do that. Enter Nick ‘Fuckin’ Gage. The God of This Shit.The Leader of the Murder Death Kill Gang. MDK All Fuckin Day. Nick Gage is not about to bend the knee to Roman Reigns. It BOTHERS The Big Dog that someone will not acknowledge him. Roman says he’s the locker room leader, and he will be respected by everyone in the locker room. They are a part of his family. Nick Gage says his only family are the people. He fights for everyone in Eastern Block. He fights for the MDK Gang, and he don’t give a fuck about Roman Reigns. The ART Men’s World Champion says Nick Gage needs to be taught a lesson. He needs to be taught respect. Roman says he will teach Nick Gage respect in the place he should’ve learned it in the first place, a cell. Roman says he will take Nick Gage back to the cell and SHOW HIM how to bend his knee to the Head of the Table. Gage says Roman doesn’t know what’s like to be hard. He says he doesn’t know what it’s like to die in the middle of the ring for the people. Gage does. He’s fine with Hell in a Cell because there are no rules and the God of this Shit loves death match wrestling, and he’s bringing the glass, tubes, tacks, and whatever else it takes to show Roman Reigns what hell really feels like.]
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Post by rad on Oct 30, 2021 10:58:31 GMT
EDIT//TL;DR: This is the nerdiest shit I ever fucking wrote in my life.... I am such a fucking mark. *facepalm*
PROLOGUE "Pathetic....," he mumbled to himself as he watched the head of House Sawyer sleep his day away. He had considered waking the old man up, but then remembered the last time he had been on the receiving end of a thrown empty ale bottle and thought better of it not to bother. Besides, duty called today and the Emperor was not the kind of a man who enjoyed waiting. Marc, Bastard of the late House Callaway, had been trained from a young age to feel nothing at all by a man he had once been forced to call his father, yet now this alchemical instrument of death and justice felt heavier than it ever had before. "Today's the day...," he thought, "-- the day I sail to styx and kill my father." He turned his head to take one last look at Buzz, a puddle of drool now staining his pillow; an ashen pipe spilling its innards over his bulging stomach. Deep and hazard breaths now spewed forth from his throat, then almost instantly as Marc went to step away, one eye came blaring open: "... the fuck you lookin' at, Callaway?," Sawyer verbally slashed by the hair's edge of muttering, "you're fuckin' weird, y'know that? Feed a man first before ya go eye fuc-" and before he knew it, old man Buzz found Marc Callaway's right hand clenched firmly over his throat: "I've shown you mercy a thousand times by not killing you in your sleep... and today I have to kill my father, while you still get to breathe... and if you don't shut the fuck up!? Welllll, this 'weird fuck' is gonna make sure you join him. Ya got it!?" Marc wasn't sure if Buzz could even signal his concession, but he judged by his eyes and realized that the old man most likely got the message. Sawyer took a huge gasp of air, choking as he thrashed himself for sweet, sweet oxygen once returning to his bed. The rest of the old man's recovery Callaway was not present to witness, as he now proceeded to exit the chambers of the Imperial Guard.
The winding footsteps of Titan Towers clattered beneath his grey-slacked boots, dim and foreboding sconces cascading the thick limestone of the castles mossy and overgrown interior in faded orange. For all of its splendor and all of its might, Marc had learned early in his youth that the great glistening image of the Empire was just a façade, for inside it was nothing more than a hollowed-out skeleton; full of life, but void of any souls. He pulled up his hood, his ivory skin now becoming more obscured in spite of holding his torch. No matter how hard he was fighting it, the memory of his father's first words to him as a boy continued ringing through his mind: "I hear you're a fighter? Well, I'm here to help you fight for you." The irony of each step he took being a march to end that very fight was not lost on him. Marc's biological parents had been the nobles of House Callaway, a once prestigious royal house that had ruled the Westerlands faithfully for centuries. When the Emperor had ushered in the Great Conquering, House Callaway was one of a few noble ruling houses who had refused to bend the knee. The many kingdoms of Kizarn had long been such in name only for as long as any could remember, because the title of a "king" had always brought war. Surely, several wars had been fought since, but many noblemen thought the title beneath them, living in a relative 'Great Peace' for a very long time. Upon the death of Lord Vincent I, his son Vincent II would come to power, soon to be the first Emperor of Kizarn. He was quick to make his ambitions known, attacking and claiming nearby territories and even resorting to unique tactics such as poaching the commanders and top military officials of other kingdoms by way of great offers of wealth and infamy.
After the fall of Alliance forces, the Westerlands were the last lands standing, yet as mentioned previously, House Callaway had refused to bend the knee. In spite of knowing they were inevitably destined to lose such a daunting mass incursion, Marc's parents had remained firm, refusing to yield without hilt in hand. The Emperor did not and would not show mercy, slaying every man, woman and child until the heads of the king and queen were paraded upon the gallery of Titan Towers; the heads that Marc had been forced to embalm and even groom... the Emperor clearly had no limits to his cruelty, or so the young Callaway had thought at the time. The man who had escorted him to what was soon to become the Imperial Capital had been the man who was also to be appointed the successor to his father's lands, Ser Paul Bearer, a long and faithful servant of the Emperor who had once served as their mortician, before rising to the ranks of lordship shortly before the war. He had wanted a son to pass down his family's name, but had the misfortunae of wedding two noble ladies who had both been barren. They had both died by the time of Marc's arrival and he knew better than to ask any questions concerning as to how or why that was.
Callaway began to see the light at the end of the tunnel as it shimmered upon the peripheral of the walls ahead. He sighed in both relief and frustration, as the walk had been prolonging the inevitable, just as he was starting to feel some form of comfort within its grasps. He could now hear the faint procession of horns coupled with the steadied beat of drums in unison; the trumpeting and thundering hooves of imperial elephants. A stirring now rose within the conscious of the headsman, "he's fucking here... before me. Fuck, I put off coming here too long. Goddamned Sawyer..." As Marc entered through the opening, he could now hear the crowd in all the glory of their mass elation. He saw the elephants stomping in all their grandeur as a tandem of fire dancers sprawled out in front of them, casting fire spells to the thrills and cheers of onlooking royals. "These people are fucked..." Marc couldn't help but think to himself as his anxiety now briefly transformed into condemnation. To his relief, he was yet to see the Emperor's carriage before the procession; just some noblemen and other heads of state making asses of themselves as they obviously feared falling from those great lumbering beasts. "I might actually just make it..." he muttered to himself.
Before Marc knew it: the scaffolding was upon him. A sweaty and soiled old man was knelt in restraints with dried tears that blurred his powdered cheeks. "You've certainly seen better days..." Marc said to his father. Ser Paul whipped his head as fast as he could, which was the pace of a turtle at this point. "I... I thought I'd.... thought I'd never see ya again, boy..." Bearer barely managed to blurt out in response, his eyes nearly shutting beneath the weight of his delirium. The crowd would have drowned both of them out were it not for the wooden partition in front of them blocking out most of the noise, but that wasn't to say that Marc didn't still find them somewhat distracting all the same. "I had to. I...--" "don't... don't say it....," Bearer meekly retorted before completing his sentence: "we don't say 'can't'." Marc fought the tear as best he could, but the stubborn fucking thing fell from the corners of his eye in spite of him. He refused to sell it.
Callaway couldn't move his lips to say the words he wanted to, and even if he could, he could feel the consciousness draining away from Bearer. The man had been tortured and sleep deprived for weeks on end, and the physical toll was beginning to truly take a hold on the old man. He hadn't slept or ate for days, but the body does what the body wants to sometimes and Marc knew it was for the best that he allow his father these few precious seconds of rest before being ordered to carry out this act of patricide; Those three words Marc wanted to say would remain only his and the gods now. "I hope he doesn't wake up for it," Marc thought to himself, "He's not going to suffer, but he doesn't need to see my face either..." The young Callaway then released his father's hand, reclaimed his scythe and exited by way of the aforementioned wooden partition.
As soon as he turned the corner, Marc completely concealed his face beneath the executioner's mask, yet he still found himself bathed in an audible cloak of noise from the crowd ahead. Then, as quickly as it had all begun, the crowd grew hushed and silent as towering signs reading "QUIET" now danced a long the horizon, the music stopped in unison just as they had arrived. "He's here..." Marc stated in his mind. Suddenly the royal horns began to play once more, confetti raining as now a path was cleared for the approach of "the Great Leader of Kizarn", "the Wearer of The Crown", "the Man Giant of Titan" and "the One True King" -- the Emperor Vincent of House McMahon. The Finkster, long and loyal serving jester of the court, made certain to announce these very titles to the royal audience in attendance as the Emperor descended from his gold-plated carriage. Bedazzled in a cloak of crimson in trim of equally shimmering gold, Vincent slyly smiled as his eyes inevitably met Marc's. Despite the rage that burned within him, Marc refused to sell this as well.
"Ahhhh, my favorite headsman!," Vincent cried aloud with extended arms, "Truly a sight for sore eyes you are!" Marc bended to the knee, knowing full well that if he didn't this execution may prove to be his last. "Rise, you heathen! You're my executioner, not some podunk Southron peasant! Come, come! There is JUSTICE to be had!" Vincent's laugh and demeanor was always more than enough to rattle Callaway's nerves. The most powerful man of the known world had built an amazing reputation with the common man for his rousing feats of oratory, as well as his gifting of rupees and even gold to the commoners and peasants of the capital city's most impoverished neighborhoods. But that was the Vincent of old, a man who still saw at least some good in the world and had the vision to aspire for it; Marc knew all too well that this was not that same man. This man was driven by greed, by desire, by control, by ego and most importantly of all -- a feeling of complacency.
The wooden gates closing the partition behind them now slowly began to be drawn back by the various servants of the imperial court. The weak and placid Paul Bearer slept unaware in all his shame and... nakedness? Marc briefly gritted his teeth and clenched his fist before returning to form, knowing that any sign of frustration could be seen at any moment. But Paul had been dressed in a soil gown when Marc had last seen him, surely one of these servants had removed it in order to maximize Ser Bearer's shame, and that was a piece of insight that Marc was having trouble of letting go; these people were truly animals. As he had expected, the crowd of the court instantly bolted in laughter and condemnation, a barrage of fruit and garbage now pelting Bearer and forcing him to finally awake. The abrupt sound of horns soon drew the frenzy of public shaming to a conclusion, as the Emperor now made his way to the front of the scaffolding, arms held open with The Finkster now rushing over to hand the Emperor his royal megaphone:
"Ladies and GENTLEMEN! Welcome to the beheading of one PAUL BEARER! Formerly of the title 'ser', Paul was a trusted associate of mine for many years! In fact, believe it or not, but this sullen creature of a man you see before your very eyes had risen from the lows of a commoner to Imperial Mortician, to the impossible heights of the Minister of Finance! Yes, yes! If I hadn't seen it happen myself, I would be calling myself a mad lad right now! But I can assure you that it is true! For those of you whom may not know, Paul is accused of embezzling and defrauding the Imperial Bank, the Bank to which your money, your savings, the FUTURE OF YOUR CHILDREN was at stake!," A chorus of boos rang out from the crowd, "I will have ORDER IN THIS COURT!," the Emperor then yelled out in response. "Now... Paul Bearer betrayed the Empire, and today, justice WILL be had. But I am a just leader... I am a just king... I am a just EMPEROR. I had every chance to exterminate this man's noble house, I had every opportunity to soil and curse his lands, but here I am and here we are -- showing him mercy by way of the end of the executioner's scythe!" A rally of cheers rang out once more as the Emperor now motioned for both Marc and the royal servants to take their respective positions. The servants grabbed the naked Paul Bearer by his flabby, powdered arms as they dragged him hook and crook to the precipice of the centered block. His head now resting over the cold steel, Bearer let out a slow trickle of what looked like some green acidic substance onto the wooden slats below. Marc tightened his grip on the pommel of his scythe as he could hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier which each respective breath he took. Each walk to the position of his father was even more grueling than the last, and soon, the words of even the Emperor himself were now beginnnig to become nothing more than a verbal spectre lost within the emptiness of this soulless cathedral.
"So, let us not waste more time... LET THE SHOW BEGIN!" With the cheers of the ravenous crowd now filling every corner inch of the foreseeable area, the illumination-casted spotlight was adjusted upon the sight of the naked Paul Bearer and the silent headsman behind him. The identity of the Imperial Headsman was to be a secret to the common man, but there were no things such as "secrets" within the walls of Titan Towers; nobles had the ears of hummingbirds with the mouths of parrots. Soon, the piercing words of the nobility attendants began to cut through the defeaning silence of his nerves, all beginning with the sound of his name. Callaway only managed to make out a few fragments of most of these jeers, but the sentence "-- too bad you've gotta kill your "DAD", BASTARD!" was the one that finally registered. He was obviously growing tired of having to refuse to sell, but here he still stood -- not selling it. Moments later, the Emperor finally approached the half-awake Paul, motioning for his servants to lift his head up before bending down so Bearer could hear him. Vincent whispered something that Marc could not hear into Bearer's ears, then spoke into the megaphone as he resumed the same position he had held before.
"Paul Bearer... You stand accused of these crimes, for which the court had found you guilty two moons and three suns ago! What do you say to these charges, and do you have any last words?" the Emperor's words resonated through the chambers of the hall before adjusting the megaphone to Bearer's mouth. "I'm... I.... I plead..... guilty" Bearer said in a near whisper to the deafening shock and awe of the crowd. During his trial, Ser Paul had remained steadfast in his innocence, stubbornly accusing his other bastard son of committing the accused offenses instead. Suspicion of Marc would have run rampant, had it not been for the clarification that Bearer had a second bastard child, a mysterious young man that no one could recall ever having seen or had heard from before. Not even the Court of Imperial Records could affirm nor deny the authenticity of this bastard's existence, and even Marc himself was hearing of it for the very first time. He now hated the memory of it all recoiling in his brain at this very moment, "I didn't even get to ask him what his name was, or where to find him..." Marc thought to himself, solemnly reflecting within. But now the old man was admitting to guilt, and though Callaway didn't want to accept it, he now couldn't help but consider the idea that maybe this story of a long lost bastard brotherhood was nothing more than an elaborate ruse to avoid the gallows. Rather than having ruled to be fitted to end of a noose, Emperor Vincent wanted Marc to personally carry out this execution. He knew that the Emperor was testing his allegiance, for as the saying in the Westerlands goes "where death stirs, the flock will fly" meaning that where one goes, many are sure to follow its lead. Also by extension, Callaway knew that by ordering Bearer's own son to carry out the execution, he could politically maneuver the blame unto him should their be any complaints or pesky questions coming on behalf of their house's native lands. The Emperor loved warring, but Marc knew that he did not view the Westerlands as much of a challenge and was probably more content with filling up his coffers in case he ever needed to set his sights away from the mainland.
"Shocking. And before we take your head and rape your house, I'll repeat myself once more -- any last words, Paul?" the Emperor sadistically continued, returning the megaphone to Bearer's mouth once more. "Where death stirs.... the flock will f-f-fly" Bearer dryly muttered; a twinkle now glimmering from his cold, dead eyes. A look of dissatisfaction and sheer hatred poured over the face of the Emperor, who now sternly transitioned that same gaze to meet the eyes of Marc. A slow and tedious nod was all Marc needed to see. Cautiously he raised the scythe above his head, it's weight growing more and more abundant the longer he held on. "What are you waiting for it!? DO IT!!!" the Emperor yelled from across the scaffolding before chucking the megaphone to his feet in disgust. Marc swallowed his spit and calmed his nerves: "You can do this...," he told himself, "You can fucking do this...", and then he swung.
............*thunk* The sound of the scythe hitting the plank below rung out louder than he had imagined, cutting through the audible traffic of Marc's own breathing like a knife through hot butter. Seconds later, the deafening jeers of the audience and the Emperor alike filled the vacuum of his ears like a rising balloon, with the Emperor in particular now motioning his finger directly at Marc himself. "Fuck!" Callaway said to himself, noticing the servants of the court now rushing towards him. Quickly he grabbed the pommel of the scythe with both hands, wrenching it quicker from the confines of the wooden plank much faster than he had expected to. Before realizing it, a section of the plank had broken off and stuck to the scythe, which Callaway used to his advantage, directing clotheslining an oncoming servant in the process. After taking down another, he swung the plank to the ground and broke it off from his weapon, finally unleashing the blade of his weapon from its splintered sheath. This however did not stop the servants approach, as Marc was forced to bury said blade into the back of another man's skull, driving him directly onto the floor below in the process. Only then did their strategy transition from all-out offense to a now nervous stance of hesitation. The furious Emperor then unsheathed the most recognizable weapon in all of Kizarn -- the famed "Sword of Kayfabe" -- which was now pointing exactly in the direction of one Marc Callaway. Caught off-guard and still pumping with adrenaline, Marc took advantage of the stand-off, taking the moment to remove his mask.
"If you want to kill my father, and if you want to kill me... Then you're gonna have to do it to my fucking face!" Marc shouted as loud but as assertive as he could before spitting at the feet of his so-called "king". Vincent smiled sly as always, now circling around Marc in preparation of a duel. For all of his bravado and regalia, and in spite of his age and reclusion, Marc knew that the Emperor was not to be taken lightly. He could recall the day when the king had nearly murdered one James Hellwig, once a knight now turned sell-sword whose coffers and ego had grown much too large to be contained by his shining armor. But Marc was no slouch, having trained night and day in the arts of administering death (while ironically preserving his own life, a long with the likeness of others) since the first day he had arrived to the capital as a bastard ward of the Empire. Callaway returned the stance in opposite motion of the king; he was no longer bending the knee. He had to give the Emperor credit in that he wasn't going to back down from a fight. Taking another step, Marc felt the warmth rush to his head and then drain into a cold absolution from his neck. He choked on bubbles of blustering exasperation, and slowly fell to his knees, the dagger in the hand of one Paul Bearer now masked in crimson....
"Where death stirs, the flock has f-f-flown.... Rest.... in.... peace."
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Post by 🤯 on Mar 8, 2022 12:32:51 GMT
Debating writing a parody of the Control Your Narrative promotion...
WMW: White Men Wrestling
But aside from the name, I don't think there's any way it could out-parody the real thing.
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Post by 🤯 on Mar 8, 2022 12:39:44 GMT
Debating writing a parody of the Control Your Narrative promotion... WMW: White Men Wrestling But aside from the name, I don't think there's any way it could out-parody the real thing. Maybe do a brand split with myself... BLM: Backdrops, Lariats & Moonsaults!
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Post by Neo Zeed on Aug 26, 2022 0:26:57 GMT
Finally got my laptop back fixed today. Was digging through my file and found my notepad plans for this year's draft, UT victory this year is kinda like the 1991 Redskins, just got hot when the prime time players were having a down year and my laptop crashed. Eternal Champions I: Pride Never Dies Eternal Champions II: Revenge Of The Warriors Eternal Champions III: The Thin Strings Of Fate Eternal Champions IV: Challenge From The Dark Side Eddie Guerrero 2005 Brian Pillman 1997 Chris Benoit 2007 Bruiser Brody 1988 Bron Breakker 2030 David Von Erich 1984 Eddie Gilbert 1995 Hayabusa 2001 Misawa 2009 Candido 2005 Spicolli 1998 Trent Acid 2010 Shinya Hashimoto 2005 Gino Hernandez 1986 Rikidozan 1963 Chri$ Ca$h 2005 Janet Boyer Wolfe 1951 Whitey Caldwell 1972 Yusuf İsmail 1898 Hana Kimura 2020 Kerry Von Erich Eternal Warrior Art Barr Art Barr/Eddie Eddie/Benoit Eddie/Barr/Hernandez La Onda AOA(Ca$h/Acid/Louie) Von Erichs Benoit/Pillman Motherfuckers Inc. Pillman/Brody(Benoit) Eddie Gilbert/Gino Hernandez/Chris Candido =========================================== Eternal Champions I(vs Body Slam) Eternal Champions: War Games Japan vs The World Rikidozan, Bruiser Brody, Misawa, Hashimoto vs Benoit, Ismail, Bron Breakker, David Von Erich Blindfold Match Eddie Geurrero vs Brian Pillman Pride Of A Nation Japan vs USA Hayabusa/Hana Kimura vs Janet Wolfe/Whitey Caldwell Six Man Brawl No Disqualifications Angels Of Anarchy(Acid/Ca$h/Spicolli) vs Hot Stuff International(Candido/Eddie Gilbert/Gino Hernandez) =================================================================================== Eternal Champions II(vs Ness) International Challenge Special Attraction Main Event Rikidozan vs Yusuf Ismail No Disqualification Motherfuckers Inc.(Pillman/Brody) vs Geurrero/Benoit Clash Of The Titans NJPW vs AJPW Mitsuhara Misawa vs Shinja Hashimoto Best Of 3 Series Match 1 Janet Boyer Wolfe vs Hana Kimura TLC Match Two Against One Hayabusa vs The Angels Of Anarchy(Trent Acid/Chri$ Ca$h) W/Louie Spicolli No Gimmicks Needed Bron Breakker vs Chris Candido Special Guest Referee Whitey Caldwell The Von Erichs vs Gino Hernandez & Eddie Gilbert =============================================================================== Eternal Champions III(vs Jeff) Rikidozan vs The Eternal Warrior Eddie Guerrero vs Mitsuhara Misawa Best Of 3 Series Janet Boyer Wolfe vs Hana Kimura II Falls Count Anywhere Bruiser Brody vs Chris Benoit AOA vs Von Erichs Dog Collar Match/Falls Count Anywhere Eddie Gilbert vs Whitey Caldwell ============================================================================= Eternal Champions IV Womens Eternal Championship The Trilogy Match Janet Boyer Wolfe vs Hana Kimura III Ladder Match Hayabusa vs Chris Benoit =============================================================================== Exploding Barbed Wire Match Bruiser Brody vs Hayabusa ================================================ The Eternal Championship Council.... A union of energy. This natural mystic flows throughout our universe. This council is made up of the energy of every warrior that ever existed, drawn together to balance the light and the darkness, existence and nothingness. Five years ago in 2017 this council assembled a cast of warriors from their primes for "The Best Of The Best" in an attempt to combat the Nothing, a dark force that consumed the imaginations, hopes, and dreams that kept the flame of the universe burning. Best Of The Best thrived through 2 fan fiction drafts before you the reader allowed The Nothing to consume all in the 3rd run in 2018. The Nothing prevailed and the light was extinguished for the last 4 years.... Now the Council has reemerged from death and darkness with a new ember. In an attempt to reignite the fire and restore the balance of the universe this council has channeled all of it's energy to summon 20 warriors. These lives were cut short before they could make an impact on their world. Due to the weakened state of the Eternal Championship Council they were only able to channel these warriors from weeks, days, or moments prior to their untimely demise. Only this way can the balance of the universe be restored and The Nothing be defeated once and for all.... Only 1 female and 1 male warrior will remain standing at the end of the Eternal Championship...
These warriors will be returned to life shortly before their death....
...With the power to avoid the past...
...and the knowledge to change the future...
Let the contest begin...
Rikidozan vs Youssouf Ishmail Eddie Guerrero & Chris Benoit vs Motherfuckers Inc.(Brian Pillman & Bruiser Brody) Hana Kimura vs Janet Wolfe
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Post by Neo Zeed on Aug 26, 2022 0:30:03 GMT
I had a sick story with Bron Breakker had he not been shot and killed he goes in the future as a Bladerunner the only natural wrestler that could beat the replicants of Austin, Hogan, Rock from the 80's and 90's that Vince was using in the 2030's, and it's revealed that Vince himself is a replicant and maybe a twist at the end that Bron is in fact a replicant himself.
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