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Post by Kryptops! on Jun 27, 2011 0:02:17 GMT -5
"Y'all want a single say fuck that Fuck that, fuck that Y'all want a single say fuck that Fuck that, fuck that Y'all want a single say fuck that Fuck that, fuck that Y'all want a single say fuck that Boom boom boom boom" Lights in the dim down, the once bright, lucid lights are replaced by darker purple and green strobe lights. As they flash rhythmically around the arena, "Y'all Want a Single" by KoRn begins to pour out of the PA system. Playing side-by-side with the heavy metal music, is a professionally made video featuring the one and only Kryptops. The clips show him wrestling in EVPW ring, as well as a GHW ring, being as he wrestled in both companies. During the break in the song the screen goes black and in green, bold font the words "Trained by the Best" appear, but quickly appear to dissolve away before the words "Kryptops the Best"::[ Edward Williamson]:: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is to crown the FIRST World Champion. It is a Battle Royal for any willing wrestler over 200 pounds."
"What's going on today? (today) We gotta break away (away) We got a problem and I think it's going to make us go down They think we're all the same (the same) And always here to blame (to blame) For shit I think is lame (is lame) It's time to stop the game (the game) I think it's time to pay for everything you made me say" Just as finishes speaking, the curtain is brushed away and out steps the long-awaiting Kryptops. As usual he is wearing his wacky, decorative green and black mask, with the matching strings dangling freely from the tip of his head. His pants match his mask perfectly, as usual and he is sporting black combat boots. His wrists are wrapped up in white tape, along with the tips of his fingers with two white lines right under his nails. "Y'all want a single say fuck that (fuck that) Fuck that, fuck that (fuck that)" (4x) ::[ Lizzie Morna]:: "Introducing first! He hails from West Lorne, Canada! Weighing in at 242 pounds and standing in at 6'2'' he is Kryptops the Bessst!"Kryptops dances from side to side, ensuring that an equal amount of fans get to slap his hands on either side of him. From the part of his mask that is exposing his face, his mouth is seen peeled back in a large, teethy smile. KtB now reaches the ring and runs around it, with his left hand extended so that the fans close enough can simply reach out and high-five his hand as it darts past them. Once a full rotation around the perimeter of the ring has been made, Kryptops slides into the ring on his belly, then pushes to his feet. With his right hand Krazy K grips his left wrist and does circles with his left hand, before switching it up and working the right hand this time. Finally he steps back until his spine feels the ropes and he then throws his arms back and wraps them around the top cord before throwing his weight back against it and having the cord project him back up. He repeats this a few times, stretching out his back before centering himself in the ring and waiting for the mystery opponent to come out. "We are the ones breaking you down We are the hose to drown out your sounds All Across the world you've fed what you found All Across the world you're breaking you down" TBC:
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Post by Jerry Nate on Jun 27, 2011 16:54:37 GMT -5
"Just had to take a little bit of your pain..."The sold out assembly of one thousand peeps lift off their dead asses at the unusual sounds echoing throughout the small arena, their heads peak over at the dwarfish entrance ramp contemplating the arrival of someone they hope can truly satisfy their hankeren' for blood shed. "Ladies and gentlemen, shit is about to get real.""We're hoping tonight, that without a shadow of a doubt, we crown our first heavyweight champion!"The erry chant begins to fade out as a slight drumming begins, soon the arena is bathed in sounds, hearkening the arrival of the Satisfying One's presence to the land of Eagle Vision. "SSSSHHEEEEE WANT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, NO!"
ER-RAH-HA-ER-RAH-HA-ER-RAH-HA!"Mr. Fuckin' Satisfying, Jerry Nate walks through the curtain donning his trade mark baseball cap, sunglasses and vest. His wrestling attire is a sweet looking pair of jorts and his "DEEZ NUTZ ALWAYS SATISFY!"-T-shirt. His manager, Nevaeh Rae, walks down the asile with him, looking disgusted at all the women clammering to be with this meathead. Your mind won't let you say that you want me Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want You howl and wail like a banshee Still your mind wont ever let you say Your mind won't let you say that you want me Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want My little tired devotee Your mind don't even let you feel
Jerry hops into the ring and awaits for any other hopefulls willing to put it all on the line tonight for this companys greatest title., TBCB: Whoever.
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Post by dingo on Jun 28, 2011 0:19:44 GMT -5
The arena is plunged into darkness for the next competitor of the evening as ‘Enter Sandman’ by Metallica blasts through the P.A system. The haunting guitar continues to fill the building from section to section, building up like none other as the guitars do their job in creating an electric atmosphere. It is at this point the drums, the oh so momentous drums, begin to beat and finally strobe lights burst as the riff explodes, the metal classic taking full flight and the strobes rapidly flicker.
Edward Williamson: “FROM BRISBANE, QUEENSLAND AUSTRALIA!!... ”
A single silhouette fills the brilliant flashes around the velvet curtain as James ‘Damage’ Carlisle makes his way out from the back and the arena lighting returns to showcase the confident crowd favourite of the internet, wasting no time in throwing his arms high in an angular fashion, looking up to the rafters with an Elvis smirk, the camera sweeping around his pose for photography.
Edward Williamson: “WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS, THE BEST WRESTLER EVER… THIS.. IS… DAMAGE!!”
“This guy is the proverbial diamond in the dirt Ken, two hundred and twenty pounds of Australian muscle, he’s held multiple major championships around the world, what some would call an internet wrestler…”
”Maybe so, Bobbie but this is not the internet… this is not around the world, this is right here, Pro Wrestling Carnage… right now and Damage is going to have to cut his teeth here just like the rest of the roster. If he is as good as you think he is, he will win this match. If not, tough luck kid.”
”Absolutely, Ken. There are going to be many talented superstars passing through these ropes but not all of them can be the PWC Heavyweight Champion, in the words of Christopher Lambert, there can be only one.
One boot after another, Damage marks his electric debut into the PWC, in none other than the main event itself, the more die-hard fans swallowing him whole in cheers, obviously knowing something that the rest of the crowd don’t. Having made his dynamic entrance, all that is left for Damage to accomplish is reach the ring intact, and he skips upon the apron, spins and hangs his head in a Y2J inspired fashion, the crowd completely pumped as Damage cocks through the ropes and runs a quick warmup.
”Get your keyboards blog-ready for your internet cowboy ladies and gentlemen.”
“Really Ken? Really? ”
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Post by Ken Acton on Jun 28, 2011 14:59:27 GMT -5
I'm Gonna say this is a good place to start. All entrances after this will be walk ins only. Let the action post begin.
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Post by David F'N Fisher on Jun 30, 2011 13:49:29 GMT -5
A second before the bell rings, this dude just jumps the railings and enters the match. Everyone is like WTF.
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Post by Liu "Grim Reaper" Kuan on Jun 30, 2011 15:16:13 GMT -5
The random entrant gets much unwanted attention, as soon as the bell rings all eyes zero in on him. Fisher isn't deterred by this, he stands his ground, and looks ready to literally take on the world. Damage is the first to make an attack on this relative newcomer, but gets a stiff punch to the mouth for his efforts.JPG: Nice, at first glance this...David Fisher doesn't look like he fits in. But if he keeps throwing punches like that, he'll do well...in this match at least.Bomber: You kidding me son? This is going to be a highly competitive match up, he's going to need to have more than just a basic knowledge of striking to win. With Damage moving away from Fisher, mostly in shock, he gets attacked from behind by Jerry Nate who lays into him with a simple lariat that strikes right across the shoulder blades. The Damage arches his back and turns on his heels to confront his attacker, Jerry cracks a smile and simply aims a calculated right at Damage's face. Damage manages to duck, and connect with a stinging back kick to Jerry's spine. Kryptops, surveying his options, decides he as well would try the new guy on for size. The masked Kryptops cautiously approaches F'N Fisher, learning from Damage's previous mistake. Fisher eyes Kryptops, and starts to go on the offensive, but is caught with a thundering spear that almost takes him out of his boots. The action comes to a stop however, when For Whom the Bell Tolls blasts over the speakers. No power outage, no black shroud, just a stone faced Liu Kuan making a mad dash towards the ring.Bomber: Looks like Death wasn't content with just one soul tonight, time to take notice. Liu Kuan is going to clear the ring!JPG: Yeah, right. I'll believe "that" when i see it. With all this talent already in the ring, I doubt Kuan even makes the final two. The Reaper leaps up onto the apron, and climbs into the ring. He immediately makes targets Kryptops, for what reason nobody really knows. Kryptops is blindsided by Kuan, who leaves his feet, and pump's his right foot into the ribs of Gnarfflinger's student. Kryptops is blasted to the side, leaving Kuan to stand menacingly over David F'N Fisher, but rather than attack the man, Liu helps him to his feet, and then turns his attention to the other people in the match. Before he can make a move towards them however, he is attacked from the side by an enraged Kryptops. The self proclaimed Best knees Kuan in the side, when he turns away from the blow Kryptops then hooks an arm over his head and drops back, driving Kuan head first into the ground. Meanwhile, Jerry Nate has taken the upper-hand against The Damage. Mr. Satisfying manages to position himself behind The Damage, and jumps before placing both knees up into his opponents back, and falling to the ground rushing all the air out of The Damage's body.Bomber: And like that The Damage is gasping for air, I mean did you see that shit? Jerry Nate knows how to get shit done in there!JPG: Aye, and as for that Kuan fucker...he seems to have gained the title "Kryptops's bitch!" What happened to him coming in and clearing the ring there Bomber?Bomber: Shut it small time, give the man some time. This match is still young, a lot can take place between here and the end. As soon as Kryptops is vertical once again, he is met by David Fisher who lays into him with a barrage of fists. Fisher throws punches, like bombs that explode into The Best with unnatural force. Kryptops deflects one of David's blows, and counters by thrusting his two middle fingers into David's gullet, he then jams his thumb into his lower jaw. Kryptops pushes Fisher to the ground, following down to his knees and keeping the mandible claw locked in, even though a submission is not a possibility, Kryptops keeps the move in, in an attempt to subdue David F'N Fisher.TBC (Thought I'd jump start this puppy. Have at it folks )
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