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Post by Dave Masters on Jan 20, 2005 21:26:10 GMT
Only those particpants may rp here. If you do not, you shall be disciplined.
Deadline is 1/25 6 PM EST, 12 AM GMT.
Immune & Tom Paulin vs. Corpse & Chronic vs. Goldberg & Driver
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Post by Immune on Jan 24, 2005 3:39:53 GMT
The camera comes into focus to see a dark room with a single light swinging back and forth. In the background you can hear someone talking but see no one. In a corner you can see a dark figure that is standing out and starts to move towards the camera. The dark figure is Immune and he brings a chair and unfolds it and sits down right under the light. Immune begins to speak.
Immune: On the January 27th, Tom and I will be able to prove ourselves as the greatest team in the business. I don’t care who they put us up against, all I care about is winning the tag titles. If…When we win the titles we will be fighting champions and we will defend the titles against anyone. Tom and I are not scared of anyone, if they want a wrestling match they got it, if they want a brawl they got it, it doesn’t matter to us who we fight, we just like to wrestle and beat the best people in the business. We will prove that on January 27th in the triple threat tag team title match. Now to talk about our opponents. Goldberg and Driver are no sweat to us. We will take them out quick and painless. We aren’t really worried about them. I mean they have good talent, but they are forgetting one thing, I won my debut match here in the ExWA, in a fatal four way match. Tom and I proved that we aren’t going to get in arguments and we don’t care who makes the pin fall, just as long as at the end of the match they raise Tom’s and my arm in victory. I just want to tell Goldberg and Driver good luck because they are going to need it. Now on to Evolutions second opponents, Chronic and Corpse, now these two gentlemen have talent. I have watched them in the past and they have real wrestling ability. This team has a bright future and I just want to apologize for having to beat you two and gain the ExWA tag team titles. Like I said I don’t care who they put us up against it doesn’t matter. We will take on the owners if that is what they want. I just want to tell our opponents good luck at Action Zone and be PREPARED.
Immune gets up off the chair and walks out the door and heads down to the parking garage and gets in his limo, which Tom Paulin in there waiting on him The limo takes off and the camera follows them all the way down to McDonalds. The limo parks in the parking lot and Immune and Tom get out of their limo and head toward the door at McDonalds. Immune and Tom walk up to the cashier and order their food. They pay for it and find a seat and sit down and begin to eat. While they are eating they start talking about there match at Action Zone.
Immune: I can’t wait until Action Zone that way we can stomp a mud whole in everyone’s asses and walk out of there the new tag team champions. I am so pumped for this match on January 27th, and I have been training all week. As soon as we are done eating we are going to go to the gym and lift some weights and run on the treadmill a couple times. I want us to be on our A-Game for Action Zone. I know I can count on you partner, and I know that you can count on me, we have the experience of being a tag team and lets prove that on the 27th.
Tom: I hear you partner I can’t wait to become the champions on Action Zone either. Like you said, I can trust you and we do have the experience over the rest of the groups. We have been friends since we were really young. We used to wrestle in my back yard and we were always partners and no one ever beat us why should that change now just because we are bigger. I know that we have the ability to beat anyone in the business and at Action zone we will prove it. I am not afraid to take on anyone and I know that you aren’t. When we win the titles we will defend I’ll titles anytime we have to and we will never lose the gold. After Action Zone we should take I’ll titles home and frame them and hang them above our fireplaces, because we will never lose them.
Immune: That sounds like a good idea, but if we do that we won’t be able to show off our belts. We will also need to buy some maids that way we can tell them to polish our titles every night that way the gold is always shiny for our fanes to see. I am sure that we will when this match.
Immune takes a drink of his pop and sets it down and begins to speak again.
Immune: I am full, are you ready to head out towards the gym.
Tom: Sure.
Tom and Immune take their food to the trash dispenser and throw away their trash. Immune and Tom walk out of McDonalds and walk towards their limo and get into the limo and the limo takes off toward the gym.
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Post by Immune on Jan 24, 2005 3:42:30 GMT
They arrive at the gym and the limo parks in the parking lot and Immune and Tom go into the gym. They show the owner there passes and head toward the workout equipment. Immune lays down on the bench and Tom gets behind him and spots him as Immune does bench presses. Immune begins to speak while working out.
Immune: I can’t wait until I pick up Goldberg over my head and throw him into the crowd. I just want to fight and win the titles. There is no way they are going to beat us. You know what I am saying.
Tom: I am just as enthused as you are, but what happens if they pull up an upset and pin one of us for a 1..2..3.
Immune: That won’t happen so you don’t have to worry about that. We will go into Action Zone as no bodies and come out of Action Zone the tag team champions. I have no doubt about that. I love the look of the gold. We have trained for this moment our entire lives. We knew we would become champions some day, and now we get the chance to live our dream. I remember when my dad was still alive and everyone told me that there was no way I would become a wrestler, and he was the only one who believed in me. So, tonight after we work out do you want to come over to my house and have a couple drinks and crash at my house? That way we have time to strategize our celebration party after we win the titles.
Tom: Sounds good to me.
Immune and Tom switch positions and Tom works out on the bench for about 30 minutes and then they go over to separate treadmills and work out there for a while. They use all the machines there and about 3 hours later they decided to leave. They thank the owner and go to the limo. The limo drives them to Immunes house and they get out of the limo and walk into the house. Immune goes and gets the alcohol out of the liquor cabinet and gets a couple of shot glasses and they sit down at the kitchen table and begin to play cards. They drink for about 3 hours and are really plastered. Immune and Tom begin to talk about their celebration when they win.
Immune: I think when we win we should go out on the town and get drunk and have a bunch of ladies over and then go into every bar and play a bunch of pool. And then after that we should come here and have a huge party. With family and friends. It will be a blast. And then on the next Action Zone we should get a celebration party there.
Tom: Yeah, that sounds like fun. The only thing that won’t be fun is throwing a party without your father. He was always there for us and he would love to have a party for something that important.
Immune: Well since we know that we are going to win anyways, why don’t we go down to the cemetery tonight and throw a celebration with him ahead of time?
Tom: That sounds like a good idea.
Immune gets on his cell phone and call his limo driver to come pick them up. About 20 minutes later the limo driver shows up and drives them to the cemetery. They get out of the limo and stumble over to Immune’s dad’s tombstone. Immune begins to read what it says on the tombstone.
Immune: “Here lies the greatest man who ever lived. He was a great father, and a great husband. He worked hard everyday to give his family the life they deserved. A GREAT ONE. He loved his wife and his kids very much. And as we tell this great man goodbye, we must all remember he is with us in our hearts.” Wow that tombstone is so right; I just can’t believe he is gone. I wish he was with us right this minute, so I could hug him one last time. Dad, I am dedicating our match to you, and we won’t disappoint you.
Tom: I think he was a great man as well. He was like my second father. I know it didn’t hurt me as bad as it hurt you when he died, but if you remember, I was there for you through the whole thing. And I also agree that we should dedicate our match to him. I think he is a little thursty, why don’t you give him a drink.
Immune: You are right I would be thirsty as well if I was down in a whole for 6 months. With nothing to drink.
Immune chuckles a little bit as he pours the rest of the alcohol on the grave site and Immune thanks god for giving him a great father. Tom and Immune walk back to the limo and get in and talk to each other as the limo heads back to Immune’s house.
Immune: I don’t know why he had to go I know that god takes people for a reason, but why so early and why my father.
Tom: Well maybe, with the death of your father, god was trying to tell you something. Maybe you don’t need anyone to cheer you on and believe in you, as long as you believe in yourself that is all that matters. And prove to god on the 27th that he was right and not wrong.
Immune: You are right. I need to look at the future, not the past, and I need to win this title match. That way god is proven right, and my dad didn’t believe in a loser. Well enough about my father, we are about to my house.
The limo pulls up to the house and Tom and Immune get out and go back into the house. They decide that is boring there by themselves so they invite a couple of women over. The women show up and they all decide that they wanted to play cards and drink. So they drink for about 4 hours and they are all slammed by now and they all decide that it is time for bed. Immune and one of the girls go into his room, and Tom and his girl go into the guest bedroom, and they both fell asleep pretty quick. The camera fades to black and you hear snoring in the background.
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Post by Driver on Jan 24, 2005 19:42:17 GMT
Driver theme hit’s the ring and out comes Driver and he walks down the Ramp and stops half way and then the Crowd are Waiting for his Signal and then he Turns his Head to the Crowd and the Crowd start the Driver Chants and he Continue to walk down the Ramp and then Taunts to the Crowd and then he Takes off his Jacket and Underneath he has a Jumper and he grabs it a snaps it and the Crowd go wild and then He goes on the Top Rope and taunts then ask the Boy for a mic the Boy grabs a mic and gives it to Mister Driver
Driver: Well Randy I heard that you were Backstage and then u asked Goldberg to become a member of our group but we can’t say no or Yes because we have not seen u in a match so after your first Match that’s then me and Goldberg will decide I know u got Goldberg wanting you to Join but if I say no we both say no so you understand because u Attack Legends well not this One because am the Legendary Hulk Hogan and Batista Mixed Together because in WWE you used a Chair on me which does not put me in the Best Place because when you have your First Match then we will Decide its not because we don’t like you it because we the best and we don’t want any rubbish wrestler in this Group
Driver Changed Subject from Randy Orton to his match on Action Zone Tonight
Driver: so I got 4 other Punks wanting to go after my Title and Goldberg Title well your all in the Wrong Place because your in the Wrong Business go back to where you come from but lets Start to Talk about the Wrestler Immune u think that your going to Pedigree me or Something those Moves will not work on me because am the Tallest Person on the Roster look am 7,1 am Bigger than you and any other Scumbag in this match but u think u can come to my Ring and then Talk shit about me u think that you can do that but u are in my Ring so after there is No Coming back from it because when I beat you So Badly you would have been in a Hospital Bed and that’s a message for all but not me or Goldberg because when it is Done u will be in Pain and then when I Driverbomb u I would have Become the New Tag Team Champion with my Good Friend Goldberg
Driver Changes Wrestler to Immune Tag Team Partner
Driver: Tom Paulin your just one of those Randy Orton Look a likes u think that you have Good Moves well you do but they will not Effect Me am the Best Wrestler here and even u know that all the Crowd know it
Crowd Cheer
Driver: so Tom Paulin Just like I Said all your Face will be Coved will Blood because I hate Randy Orton but if he Shows me good then he Can be in the Gang then I will like Randy Orton so u might not get too much blood if we ever face again I will do whatever it takes to bring you to the Ground when I do that then you will never be seen on ExWA well u might in a Hospital bed well you will never be in a Wrestling match ever again so I got some Words get out the my Ring because the Driver is in Control
Driver Leaves the ring and Goes to the Crowd and Throws the Top that he Broke Earlier he Just Walks down and out of the ring and then
Camera Fades to Darkness
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Post by sakukoivu on Jan 25, 2005 1:20:30 GMT
The camera slowly fades open upon an empty arena. It is obviously set up for a wrestling event as there is a ring in the middle of the arena floor. The house lights are on so the ring is perfectly lit, but the stands and seats are pitch black. The camera zooms in on the ring, and we can see something reflecting in the first row of seats. The camera zooms in closer and a dark image is sitting in one of the seats looking down. As we get a closer look we see what was doing the reflection, as the man is holding a large leather and gold item known as the ExWA tag team title. Suddenly the dark form sits up, all the while staring intently at the belt in his hands. He reaches down underneath his seat and pulls out a black bag. He carefully folds the belt and places it in the bag before crossing over the guard railing and into the ring. Once in the ring he slides the tag title underneath one of the turnbuckles. He then leans upon the turnbuckle and breathes a deep sigh before addressing the camera.
TP: My name is Tom Paulin. I have only had one match here in the ExWA, a fatal fourway match. I know that I took that match way too lightly and that I had probably ruined my first impression. I had a lot of things going on in my life at that particular point in time, and I failed to make the impression I desired here. You see, my last match was nowhere near my calibre, granted it didn't need to be as I was fighting nothing more but a meer mime. Anyway, I knew that my last match was one of the worst of my career, and I thought that we hold me down here in the ExWA, but I was wrong. Luckily me and Immune cemented ourselves as a tag team, and we now have a shot at the tag team titles. So now I realize that NOTHING is more important than doing your best in title matches. There is NOTHING more motivating than a shot at gold. But how do we know you are going to step it up? How do we know that you will be able to compete at the level of the other two teams? Immune and myself are a unstoppable tag team. In my last match I took the fall so we could continue our team. That has only cemented ourselves further as the new ExWF tag team champions. You see, I may let myself down by not being 100%, but when it comes to being a team I will not let Immune down. I will not settle for second best. Ever since me and Immune formed a team, our one and only goal has been to win tag gold. and now that we have the opportunuty, nothing and no one can stand in our way. So yes, you are looking at the next tag team champions, guaranteed.
Suddenly Immune walks out from behind the curtain. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and looks ready for a night on the town. As he nears the end of the ramp he drops his gym bag and leans against the guard rail before talking to Tom.
Immune: There you are, I've been looking all over for you, you ready to hit the town?
Saku: Yeah, you know I am man. But listen we need to talk, to talk about what's going to happen in our match.
Immune: Sure thing, what's up?
Saku: You and I, Immune. We are the greatest tag team to ever have a match in the ExWF. I would like to apologize to you. Ever since we signed our contracts here in the ExWF, I have not pulled my weight. I felt that I needed to secure you the win in our last match, you were the only person who deserved to win. But in our title match, I need you to know that I have your back. I know you have mine, but it's time for me to do my fair share. The second you are in trouble, I'm in there to break it up. The second you are out of energy I am there to win this match. I will not lose this match for us. I know you won't. But I am willing to do whatever it takes to ensure us victory. I will redeem myself Immune, no matter what, I will win us those tag team titles.
Immune: Listen man, it's ok. I understand, you've had a lot going on as of late, I know that I can rely on you, and that you can rely on me. None of the other teams going into our match can say that about themselves. None of them have as tight a bond as you and I do. Their focus has not been to win tag gold. Ours has. We are one step above them and when our match rolls around we will bring our A game and we will make sure that we leave the tag team champions.
Saku: Thanks man, I knew you'd understand. You and I, we have worked harder than all of the other teams combined. You and I have worked harder than most of the Extreme Zone roster combined, and that is why we were placed on the Action Zone. Because they knew that no one on the other roster is up to our standard of competition, and when our title match rolls around, we are going to prove the management right, when we capture tag gold and become the best tag team in all of the ExWF.
Immune: You know it, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop us. But you know what? Me and Tom hereby issue a challenge to the other teams in the match to knock it up a notch, try to prove us wrong, and who knows, you might just beat us.....hahaha yeah right, bring all the game you got, and you still don't have a chance in hell of beating us. Now Tom, wanna go get a drink?
Tom: You know I do, but we shouldn't stay out too late, we have an early training day tomorrow.
Immune: Yeah, got to be ready for the match.
Both men gather their gyms bag and talk among themselves as they turn and walk up the ramp. The camera watches them as the turn behind the curtain. Slowly fade to black.
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Post by The Corpse on Jan 25, 2005 14:10:14 GMT
OOC: Sorry this RP isn’t great. I had no juices flowing for this one. Well, at least it’s short enough to be read all in one. Heh. /* Cameras open up, and before the eye, a road is seen. As the camera pans back, we see that the shot is of Corpse and Angel, driving in Corpse's black and white Dodge Viper. For many weeks, Corpse has not been seen, and the hairs on the back of fan's arms and necks stand up as soon as he appears *\
*\ The road appears to be in the middle of a desert. There is no vegetation, just endless sand in all directions, except for the road, which appears dusty and poorly driven. Corpse and Angel are chatting, and 'Dalai Lama' by Rammstein is playing in the background /*
Angel: Well it's going to be good to catch up with the guys again.
Corpse: Yeah. I've only spoken with Chronic briefly on the phone since his accident. Before the surgery.
Angel: Yeah...I have to say I love how Mary Jane looks now. Kinda jealous in a way.
Corpse: You? Jealous?
Angel: Okay so I'm lying...I don't get jealous...But she does look gorgeous.
Corpse: Fair enough. Well one thing I'm glad of is that there will be no more frigging paper work. I never knew there were so many forms to fill out just for a trade. It was never this much hassle in the JWA.
Angel: Ah well, at least it's all sorted now.
Corpse: Yeah...
/* Corpse grins *\
Corpse: And I got me some of Virus too...Man, it's been too long since I kicked his ass.
Angel: Wrong place, wrong time for him.
Corpse: Right place right time if you ask me. I just love beating him about. It's too easy.
Angel: What about this Spike guy?
Corpse: Huh?
Angel: Well, he has banded together a group of minstrels, I forget the name of their faction, it's him, Morbid Angel, and Mastema.
Corpse: Ah, yeah. The clever faction. Mastema is on a different show. So he is no obstacle. Spike, I don't have a clue. He looks like a character out of Hellraiser, and that is one of the biggest piles of shite I have ever watched. The kid puts nails in his head, don't expect me not to nail them in if I get half a chance.
Angel: Hehe, I know you mean it, which is the scary thing for him.
Corpse: Don't put up if ya dont want me to shut ya up. Damn...I'm talking like Reaper...
Angel: Oh dear...
Corpse: Oh dear is right...Anyhow...The only serious threat in that bunch would be Morbid Angel. I've faced the guy three times, and I think it's fair to say, he is one of the best about. There's a kind of respect I have developed for the kid...Though I wouldn't hesitate in sending his Satan preaching ass headfirst into a bucket of holy water just to watch his flesh burn.
Angel: Ooh I'd love that.
Corpse: I'll bet...kinky sod. Anyway...I'll keep my eye on them, but I really don't see them as a threat right now. Now is the time for the Three Shades of Sin to gather strength, compose our mentals, and show everyone the extent of our strength.
Angel: Yeah. And for me and MJ to talk about...wait you don't wanna hear that...Anyway...Hey what's that up ahead?
Corpse: Eh?
*\ Corpse looks forwards, and the camera looks forwards also. In front, a car can be seen, overturned in the road. There is smoke billowing up from underneath it, and the wheels are still spinning. Corpse stops the car, and gets out to investigate. the camera follows, and it is obvious that this is the only other car in the area. Yet, there are no signs of a crash. No signs of something that made this car flip. Corpse frowns, and walks around it, but sees nothing. He looks in the seats, but the car is empty. He shakes his head, and get's back into the car. 'Du Hast' by Rammstein is playing now, and at a loud volume. Angel looks up to Corpse as he gets in /*
Angel: So what happened out there?
Corpse: I don't know. Quite odd actually. There's no obvious way it could've upturned, or any sign of a driver. No blood, no tyre marks, no nothing.
Angel: Hand of God?
Corpse: Who?
Angel: Touche.
/* Corpse carries on driving. After an hour or so, it is midday. The sun is high in the sky, and heatwaves are visibly rising from the road. The tarmac starts to level out some, and the road begins to look a bit more travelled. A few minutes after twelve, Corpse and Angel arrive at a small diner and petrol station (OOC: a service station for the English readers). They stop and refill the Dodge, and Corpse enters the diner to get a drink or two. As Corpse enters the diner, he notices the whole place is empty. The camera pans around, and as was surmised, the place is devoid of any presence. Corpse wonders around the back of the counter, and looks into the stock room. In there is a picture of Goldberg holding 3T on a leash! Corpse recoils out of the room in disgust ans grabs some food on the way out. He leaps into the car and changes the minidisk, letting 'Creature of the wheel' by White Zombie blast into existence. Hearing it, Angel comes back, looking annoyed. *\
Angel: Well I filled up the car, but there's no meter. And nobody serving. Should we just drive off?
Corpse: Hell yes. These guys are woolly woofters. I saw a picture of Goldberg and 3T in there. Let's not hang around.
Angel: Ooh...let's not...
/* Corpse and Angel drive on and pass several road signs, one of which showing WCXF 'Clock Strikes Twelve' pay per view, with a picture of The Franchise bumming Ken Enlow, while Makaveli clocks The (older) Corpse over the head with a steel chair in disgust. The footnote says 'Can Makaveli keep chronic anal wankers out of WCXF? Find out, only on PPV....' *\
Corpse: Heh, you think we should turn back and help him?
Angel: Nah...Makaveli can take them no problem. Just as long as he never turns his back on Franchise or Enlow he'll be okay.
Corpse: Yeah, he's savvy enough.
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Post by The Corpse on Jan 25, 2005 14:12:12 GMT
_/\/\|*Some time later *|/\/\_
/* Corpse and Angel pull up at the arena. The words... *\
Fuck you I won't do what you tell me!
/* From 'Killing in the name of' by Rage Against the Machine are the last to be heard from the car stereo as Corpse turns the keys in the ignition and he and Angel leave the car. They head straight into the arena, through the superstar entrance, and walk into the room reserved for Three Shades of Sin. As they enter, the pungent smell of a fresh bong can be smelt. Chronic is sat with Mary Jane across his lap, both toking away. Vegito isn't about, at least it seems not. Mary Jane leaps up from her seat and hugs Angel, and the two sit down on one of the two leather sofas in the room. Corpse and Chronic acknowledge eachother slightly more corially, and sit opposite eachother on seperate seats, either side of the usual glass table. Chronic takes a toke, and starts to speak *\
Chronic: Hey Corpse...good to see you again.
Corpse: You too man.
Chronic: Well, it's business as always. This week we have a tag team title match. A six man tag.
Corpse: We do? Who are the champions?
Chronic: Heh. The belts are vacant, as you well know.
Corpse: Yeah, I knew that. I just wanted you to say outloud that we have been booked against who we have...So I can laugh. Heartily.
Chronic: Goldberg, Driver...Immune, Tom Paulin.
/* Corpse bursts out laughing *\
Corpse: Damn, what a tough debut. I don't know if we are good enough to beat...Goldberg!
/* More laughing *\
Corpse: Whew. I'm going to love this week's promo...
Chronic: I have a feeling I'm gonna love hearing it...Anyhow...
/* Chronic is about to speak, but stops short as Vegito steps out of the shadows. Vegito sits at the end of the table, and begins to speak *\
Vegito: It is good to see you Corpse.
Corpse: You too Vegito.
Vegito: I must thank you for your assistance in removing Virus from ringside last week.
Corpse: I think I may have removed his face. Anyway, it was a pleasure. Hurting him always is.
/* Vegito bows his head knowingly *\
Vegito: I believe without your assistance I would have struggled to overcome my obstacles. I must thank you once more.
Corpse: Nothing to it. Anyway, you guys had a great match. Congratulations on being the first ever ExWA Action Zone champion.
Vegito: Thank you. I will wear this belt with pride and represent the Three Shades of Sin. Just as you and Chronic will win the tag team Titles and bring them home to us. And just as Chronic has proclaimed himself the International Champion.
/* Chronic raises his bong in acknowledgement *\
Corpse: Yeah. Then we will just be missing two titles, and we will run this show. And without that psycho political bull shit we faced back in JWA. For instance, me going for the Action Zone Championship. Getting the shot because 'I was in with management'. Well, now Shane Powers books Action Zone. And I have never even met him. Nor Dave Masters. So whatever I am offered, I am offered on my own merit.
Vegito: Indeed. That is the way it should be.
Corpse: Well, once this week is done, we need to think about the Global title, and maybe the hardcore belt.
/*Momentarily, Corpse falls asleep. He dreams of Goldberg putting on a good match, and wakes with a start *\
Corpse: Good heavens.
Vegito: What is it?
Corpse: I just dreamt that Goldberg put on a good match.
Chronic: Bollocks. That's impossible. More chance of Ken Enlow going straight.
Corpse: Don't go too far. Although they are both nigh on impossible. Anyhow...I guess me and Angel better had head out to the ring for our shortest promo ever. See you guys in a bit.
Mary Jane: Be quick, I made you a coffee don't want it going cold now.
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Post by The Corpse on Jan 25, 2005 14:12:54 GMT
/*Cameras cut to the arena *\ /* Eerie words sweep the arena, in the voice of a little girl...*\ And out of the darkness, the Zombie did crawl True pain and suffering, he brought to them all Away ran the children, to hide in their beds, For fear that the devil would chop off their heads! /*With the final line, the girl bursts into a cackling, unworldly laughter, and a lightening bolt strikes the center of the ring. As the bolt's light is burnt into the eyes of the fans, 'Ein Spiel' by Rammstein starts to play, and the Titantron starts to flicker on and off, with a grainy image. The image withers in and out of existence, and finally settles, with a picture of a crucifix, that flickers out in a heartbeat. A short video clip plays in its' wake.*\ www.members.lycos.co.uk/thecorpse/corpse1.gif [/img] Wir teilen zimmer und das bett Bruderlein komm und sei so nett Bruderlein komm fass mich an Rutsch ganz dicht an mich heran/*As the video finishes, the Titantron becomes dark, and the arena is illuminated only by the occasional flash from a camera. Darkness reigns supreme for what seems an eternity, yet is only seconds. Time in the arena seems to stand still. The arena becomes increasingly tranquil. *\ Vor dem bett ein schwarzes loch Und hinein fallt jedes Schaf Bin schon zu alt und zahl sie doch Denn ich finde keinen Schlaf/* A white, glorious light appears centrally above the ring, and begins to rotate. As it rotates, it begins to branch out, out and out, into several then hundreds of lesser fragments. These fragments of light drift around the arena in harmony, and the fans stare upwards without question of why or what ever crossing their minds. They are totally transfixed by the glorious beauty of the light. The lights begin to float down, each in a different direction, as it each choosing a member of the crowd. *\ Unterm nabel im geast Wartet schon ein weisser traum Bruderlein komm halt dich fest Und Schuttel mir das Laub vom Baum/* The lights pause for a second, as if considering any number of options, then they begin dashing around the arena, smashing into eachother indiscriminately and each time they do, a shrill shriek replaces the music playing in the background. *\ Spiel ein spiel mit mir Gib mir deine hand, und Spiel mit mir Ein spiel Spiel mit mir Ein spiel Spiel mit mir Weil wir alleine sind Spiel mit mir Ein Spiel Vater, Mutter, Kind/* Eventually, after many seconds of madness, the lights all disappear. 'Ein Spiel' has reached the guitar solo, and the lights are strobing shades of dark and neon green. Several people achieve unprovoked orgasms during the solo, as if by by-product of Angel's seductive dance earlier on. As the awesome guitar solo ends, several lightening bolts strike the crowd, ruining the tranquillity. The fans scream and run in fear, crushing eachother on their way. At this point, the music changes to 'Mein Teil' by Rammstein. *\ Heute treff' ich einen herrn Der hat mich zum fressen gern Weiche teile und auch harte Stehen auf der speisekarte/* The fans frantically surge toward the exits, as the smell of smouldering flesh descends upon their conscious selves. Lightening bolts again strike, hitting the exits themselves. As they do, the doors seem to mould in the darkness, appearing as pool-like mirrors, reflecting in the faces of those who still approach. The reflections, however, appear untrue. The observer looks into the pool of reflection, and sure enough they see themselves. But they do not see reality. They see a vulgar, debauched version of themselves, engaging in unworldly acts, with one another, with objects, and with demonic apparitions that flitter in and out of the images. *\ Denn du bist was du ist Und ihr wist was es ist Mein Teil (Nein!) Mein teil/* People start to hold their heads and drop to the floor. Some people begin to shake uncontrollably, and others writhe on the spot, as if they are being manipulated by some unseen force. Another video comes into life on the screen *\ www.members.lycos.co.uk/thecorpse/corpse11.gif[/img]/* The screaming in the arena subsides suddenly, and everyone in the arena is either kneeling or lain out on their backs. A chill sweeps the arena momentarily, and a flicker of light appears in the middle of the ring, just the right size to be a person, but way too thin. The music changes yet again at this point, as 'Engel' by Rammstein comes on, around the first chorus. *\ Erst Wenn die wolken Schlafen gehen Kann man uns am himmel sehen Wir haben angst und sin allein
Gott weib ich will kein engel sein!/* From one of the exits, the almost gelatinous doorway becomes still, as if it were glass. Behind it, the figure of Angel can be see. *\ www.members.lycos.co.uk/thecorpse/angel3.jpg[/img] Sie lieben hinterm sonnenschein Getrennt von uns unendlich weit Sie mussen sich an sterne krallen Damit sie nicht vom himmel fallen/* Then, without warning, the glass shatters. The glass falls to the floor, lacerating several people who were lain there in their futile attempts to escape. Through the glass, a female figure becomes apparent. As she walks through the exit, she appears totally naked, but for a red bandana, but her 'extremities' are concealed by her long, dark hair. In front of her, she carries a lit pumpkin, so as to guide herself through the melee *\ www.members.lycos.co.uk/thecorpse/angelg1.jpg[/img]Erst Wenn die wolken Schlafen gehen Kann man uns am himmel sehen Wir haben angst und sin allein
Gott weib ich will kein engel sein!/* As the final line of Engel fadesout, 'Blood Milk and Sky' by White Zombie hits, and the image in the ring broadens out, and for a moment, an unworldly calm crosses the arena, a euphoric sensation that flirts with the mind of the crowd, but it lasts very little time, seconds perhaps. *\ Siren sings a lonely song, Of all the wants and hungers The lust of love a brute desire The ledge of life goes under
Divide the dream into the flesh Kaleidoscope and candle eyes Empty winds scrape on the soul But never stop to realise/* The sensation is quickly denied as the beam of light becomes a column of flame. The smell of burning flesh returns, and some fans are sick, over themselves, the floor, eachother, indiscriminately. People begin crawling on their knees, some lurching blood from their bowels, others just crawl blankly. *\ members.lycos.co.uk/indiandeathlock/hpbimg/DrSatanrightsize.gif[/img] Animal whisperings, Intoxicate the night Hypnotise the desperate, Slow motion light
Wash away into the rain Blood milk and sky Hollow moons illuminate And beauty never dies/* The floor becomes a carpet of blood, flesh and sick. The whole arena looks like the inside of hell. The column of flames subsides and the darkness rises to a dull grey, just bright enough that a figure is visible in the center of the ring, a dark silhouette, impossible to read its features. The figure raises its arms about its sides, and a coat is lifted by an invisible presence. The figure drops to its knees, and the lights rise a little more, showing the figure fully, though mist distorts the image *\ www.members.lycos.co.uk/thecorpse/corpseangel1g.jpg [/img] Running wild, running blind I breathe the body deep 1000 years beside myself I do not sleep
Seduce the world it never screams Dead water lies Ride the only one who knows Beauty never dies/* The song finishes, and there is silence. The lights in the arena mysteriously flicker on and off, deep shades of green and blue. A sense of foreboding sweeps the conscious minds of the fans, those that still sense at all. Most of the fans simply lie in their own faecal ridden pools of blood, unmoving, not sensing a thing. Angel has reached the ringsteps now, and climbs them slowly, placing the pumpkin on a turnbuckle, so as to illuminate the small corner of the ring she occupies, and she looks across the ring at The Corpse. Corpse surveys his diabolical paradise, and raises a microphone to his mouth, and as if on cue, his music cuts. He takes a little look at Angel, and winks. A massive burst of pyro erupts, and Corpse begins to speak with passion into the microphone *\ www.members.lycos.co.uk/thecorpse/Corpsepyro1.gif[/img] www.members.lycos.co.uk/thecorpse/corpseangel3g.jpg [/img] [/center]
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Post by The Corpse on Jan 25, 2005 14:17:22 GMT
Corpse: What's up fuckers?!
/* No reaction from the mainly dead or dying crowd *\
Corpse: Alright!
/* Corpse and a still distant Angel chuckle and Corpse regains his composure, starting to speak with conviction *\
Corpse: So, it comes to pass. The Corpse on Action Zone once more. And what better way for me to return than being paired with Chronic...I'll tell you. Being paired with Chronic against a band of jobbers! Jesus...My promo may as well stop here, I probably summed them up as best I could in that single sentence. Heh. Well I guess I'd better say something...Let's start with Tom Paulin.
*\ Corpse wipes his brow, and continues talking /*
Corpse: Tom Paulin? What kind of name is that, for a start? What are you made of tarpaulin? Heh...damn. You are the kid who left the ring so his friend could win? Damn...total lack of testicles there. Why let him win? Were you scared he would annihilate you if you two fought? Haha! Well I hate to break it to you, but compared with me, all he amounts to is a sprained ankle. As soon as you step up and dance with the creeper...well...Let's just say you'll wish you were immune yourself...
/* Corpse chuckles and Angel grins. He brushes a dreadlock from his eyes, and carries on talking *\
Corpse: And you, Immune. You are even worse. You run around celebrating your victory like it's something to be proud of? First of all, you didn't win. You were given the match. Second, you beat three jobbers! Bravo sir, bravo indeed. Well, a jobber going over a jobber, to me, means nothing. Not when you are on the kin of playing field me and Chronic are on. While you were 'winning' your match, Chronic beat TI no less, for the International title. And I was busy killing Virus....Or at least making him wish he was dead. So, celebrate your victory all you like, since you are the only one who will remember it.
*\ Corpse looks around, surveying the arena, or it's remains, to be more exact. He smiles, and moves on to the next person on the list /*
Corpse: Goldberg! Haha! I can't believe my good luck. Finally I get to annihilate you. damn. I can't tell you how good this is going to feel. You make me sick to look at, and not in a way that I like...You run around here asking who's next...Who's next for what? Are you collecting homosexuals for Ken Enlow to bum? I always wondered how he did his shopping. Does 3T give you a bone for your efforts? Oh dear...When you spaz out, are you mimicking your hero Gillberg? Ah...I feel too sick thinking of you to even bother...
/* Corpse puts his arm around Angel and continues to speak *\
Corpse: And finally Batista. Oops...Driver. Batista in disguise...Come on Tommy we know you're in there. This irregular behaviour...Idiotic words...Reluctance to lose...Come on...We all know when you made the chain gang, you meant you were all part of 3T's kennel club. Well whatever weirdos you chain yourself too, that doesn't make you great...You already showed your idiocy in teaming with a reject like Goldberg. What a return, Tommy Polo. I guess without randy Orton packing from behind you aren't the man you used to be huh? Ha. He's another guy around here that is floundering. I think I saw him hanging around with Lisa Simpson the other day. What the fuck is that about? And I even heard now he wants into the chain gang. Wants to be tied up to a post by 3T and left in the rain. Or something. Ugh.
/* The lights begin to dim oncemore to a dullish grey, Corpse's silhouette the only apparent source of light. Corpse raises his arms about his sides again, and his coat rises and fits around hits shoulders. Corpse drops to one knee, and bows his head. As he does so, his whole body becomes a piercing white light, which bursts outwards and in a second the arena becomes an ocean of whiteness. The light subsides after a moment, and the arena is returned to it's original state...Walls clean, people in their seats...The Eastern wall intact, and lights set to normalcy. The fans still alive look at eachother with looks of perplexion and fear, each wondering if the nightmare was real. In the ring, Corpse is still stood. Corpse slowly removes his coat, and drapes it over the top rope, before hopping out of the ring and walking over to a petrified Dan Padian and snatching a microphone. Corpse scales the ring steps, and takes a look at one fan for a few seconds. Corpse breaks the grip of vision and slips through the second and third ropes. As he does so, the fan’s head snaps back in a whiplash like fashion, and they collapse backwards in their seat. Cameras zoom in on the fan’s face, and somehow an X has been branded onto their temple. Corpse steps back into the center of the ring, and Angel gets up, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Corpse slowly raises the microphone to his mouth, and begins to speak *\
Corpse: Chain gang. Paulin and Immune. It’s all the same. Hell, I could probably make another invitational in your honour. Anyone remember the Stinberg invitational?
/* Cheap pop *\
Corpse: Yeah, I thought you might. Guys, I don’t need to tie any of you to the ring to show you how little people give a damn about you. Or get every superstar here to crack you over the head with a chair just for fun. Basically you are all fodder…And the three Shades of Sin are aiming your way…
/* Corpse looks to Angel, and she smiles. They walk slowly backstage, and an advert for the next ExWA Pay Per View plays *\
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Post by Chronic on Jan 25, 2005 20:10:12 GMT
* The time is 3:45 AM. The camera shows a darkened street in a quiet residential neighborhood. Parked on the side of the street is a familiar purple Dodge Viper with two white racing stripes down the center of the car. Moments pass until two women are seen walking down the dark street, giggling. Upon closer inspection the two women seem to be the same two women last seen heading into Immunes and Tom Paulin’s bedrooms. They reach the car and open the passenger side door as they slide in. The camera angle switches to the inside of the car, where Mary Jane sits in the drivers seat and one of the women sits in the passenger seat while the other sits in the back seat. Mary Jane starts the car and pulls away from the curb. *
Mary Jane: So, how did it go?
*The woman in the passenger seat answers. *
Cindy: It went off without a hitch. Those two assholes are sleeping off their liquor, totally unaware that we’re even gone.
M.J.: So you guys put the powder in their drinks?
Mandy: Yep. Gave them each half of the powder. Right?
*Mandy hands a small empty box to Mary Jane. The label on the box reads “Delayed Reaction Industrial Strength Laxative.” Mary Jane tosses the empty box into a little trash bag and starts laughing. *
M.J.: So did you guys at least have a good time?
Cindy: With those two? Get real M.J. All they talked about all night was about how they are going to win the Tag Team Titles on Action Zone and about Immunes deceased father. It was sooooo boring. All they did was drink and play cards. They must think they are the old APA from WWE or something.
M.J.: But at least you got a little nookie, right?
Mandy: I did. All two minutes and three inches of it.
Cindy: At least you got that. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get Immunes little soldier to stand at attention. I finally gave up when he started snoring. You owe us big, M.J.
M.J.: I’m sorry about that. I was hoping that you would at least have a little fun. I just want to thank you girls so much. By the time ExWA Action Zone II hits, Immune and Tom Paulin will be squeezing their butt cheeks so tight that if someone shoved a lump of coal up their asses it would come out a diamond.
Cindy: But why are you sabotaging Evolutions chances in the match? Don’t you think Chronic and Corpse could take care of them on their own?
M.J.: Oh, I KNOW Chronic and Corpse will have no problems with Evolution. Give me a break. This is just a little welcome to Action Zone for those two.
Mandy: You’re so bad, Mary Jane.
* Mary Jane grins mischievously at Mandy through her rear view mirror. *
M.J.: I’m sorry you guys had such a miserable night. But I have something that I think will make up for it.
* Mary Jane reaches over and opens the glove box to retrieve two baggies with about an once of marijuana each and a fat joint. She hands each girl one of the bags and sparks up the joint. The three women pass the joint around as Mary Jane turns up the music and the speed off onto the freeway as the scene fades to back. *
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Post by Chronic on Jan 25, 2005 20:31:41 GMT
*The ExWA cameras flair to life inside the world class, state of the art ExWA Employee Gymnasium. A clock on the wall shows that it is 1:30 P.M. as the camera pans around the new Gymnasium. *
[/img] www.hamiltonsfitness.co.uk/_borders/abbench.gif [/img] www.hamiltonsfitness.co.uk/_borders/gym_interior.gif [/img] www.hamiltonsfitness.co.uk/_borders/mainly_bikes.gif [/img] www.bjorns-wrestling.dk/bjornfoto/WrestlRing.JPG [/img][/move][/right] * Employees of ExWA from all different departments, from the board of directors to the stage hands, and enjoying the great benefits package included in every ExWA employees contract. The camera finds Chronic, Corpse and Vegito as they emerge from the dressing room dressed in their practice gear. They head over towards the ring and talk as they walk through the gym. *[/color] Chronic: …and the first orange said to the second orange, “What do I look like? A razor blade?”*Vegito and Corpse laugh hardily at Chronic’s joke. After the laughter dies down Corpse turns to his two teammates. *Corpse: In all seriousness mates, 3 SOS is about to go through some major changes. I mean look at us now. We were down for a little while, but we are far from being out. You, Vegito have the Undisputed Championship, and you Chronic hold the International Title. Not bad for our first Action Zone. And the second Action Zone, Chronic and I will capture the Tag Team Gold. Soon, we will control all the titles and show these pussies what’s what around here. Vegito: We will usher in the dawn of a new era, The Shades Of Sin Era. We will go down as the greatest team in history if we hold all the titles within weeks of our arriving. We’ll be the first and the best faction in Action Zone history. Nobody will ever be able to beat that. Chronic: You got that right. We’re gonna smoke the competition. But let’s get focused on our match. I know we won’t have a lot of trouble taking out Evolution and the Chain Gang, but it’s best to keep sharp. Corpse and I will work on combinations that complement each other’s moves. Vegito, you study us and give us your insight. Vegito: Sounds good. *Chronic and Corpse climb up into the ring as Vegito grabs a chair and sits outside, watching intently. Chronic’s and Corpse’s sparring partners enter the ring and they shake hands before going to work. The camera focuses on Vegito as he watches the match. Occasionally, Vegito calls out, “That’s it! Keep it going!” or “Nice move! You guys should use that in the match!” or “Ouch! I’ll bet he felt that one!” but the camera never shows what moves Corpse and Chronic are planning to use in the match. When the camera pans back to the practice ring, Chronic is toking on a doobie and Corpse is toweling off as their beaten and bruised sparing partners help each other out of the ring. * Vegito: You guys are going to win the tag titles for sure. There is no way that Goldberg and Driver or Immune and Tom Paulin will be able to counteract many of those moves. Chronic: Cool, man. Thanks. So you think we are ready? Vegito: If you two work as well together at Action Zone II as you just did, then yes, you will be ready for those two teams. Corpse: That’s what I wanted to hear. I’m starting to feel naked without gold around my waist, especially around you two. * Chronic and Vegito laugh along with Corpse. The soon to be Tag Team Champions hop down from the ring and join Vegito. They head back to the showers and before long, emerge from the locker room in their street clothes. Chronic wears his new T- shit that says, “It’s 4:19…Got a minute?” on the front and on the back the shirt reads, “’Cause Chronic 4:20 says I just smoked your ass!” The Shades Of Sin walk out the door together and stand around outside in front of the gym, talking for a few more minutes before going their own separate ways. * Corpse: That was a great workout. We are so ready for the 27th. I hate to say this, but it’s going to be easy to defeat Evolution and The Chain Gang. Two seasoned veterans with many titles under their belts, verses four rookies? We have them outclassed in every way. In skill, charisma, talent, speed, strength and agility. We have the tag belts in the bag. Vegito: You’ve got that right. Then I have my title defense against that freak Morbid Angel. I’ve defeated him once here on Action Zone and when we meet next, I will defeat him again. I have a little surprise in store for him. Chronic: Sweet! We’re gonna rule Action Zone. But hey, guys I’d better get going. I have to meet M.J. back at the house for 4:20 before we film my final match promo. I’ll see you guys later. Vegito: I should go too. There is someone I need to talk to before my match to make sure all our plans are in order. Corpse: Then I’ll see you guys tonight at the Copper King Diner for dinner, my treat. *Chronic and Vegito accept the invitation before the three teammates and friends shake hands and go their separate ways. Chronic slides in his car and peels out of the parking lot to make it home in time for his daily 4:20 ritual with Mary Jane as the scene fades to black. *
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Post by Chronic on Jan 25, 2005 20:38:25 GMT
*The lights in the arena go out, bathing the crowd in darkness. “Stash Up (Chronic’s Mix)” begins to blast over the loudspeakers, as a large Pot Leaf with the name “Chronic” in silver lettering appears across the Pot Leaf. *“Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up,…” * Green Fireworks explode all around the stage and Chronic bursts out from behind the curtain with his hands up in the air. The International Title Belt hangs over Chronic’s right shoulder, gleaming in lights. Mary Jane who carries a two-foot glass bong follows Chronic out onto the stage. * “This is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Kickin’ ass…”*Mary Jane takes a hit from the bong and shotguns the hit to Chronic. * ”Smokin’ grass and if you in the back then you gonna get passed up. M.J. better pass me that bong, the night is short and I've been waitin' too long. To enter into another dimension, pull the smoke into my lungs and release the tension. By the way, did I happen to mention how stash operates, so start the dissection.” * Hand in hand, Chronic and Mary Jane slowly walk towards the ring, shaking hands, signing autographs and giving as many of the Chronicaholics as possible high fives.* ”1 2 Don't forget your crew now, 3 4 Sit facin' the door, 5 6 Never know when it hits, 7 8 It's gonna be too late. Put your hands up, this is a stash up. Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Now I don’t give a fuck, not a single fuck, not a single solitary fuck, ’cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka! Now I don’t give a fuck, not a single fuck, not a single solitary fuck,’cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka! Ring the alarm and now the sound is dying. Ring the alarm and now the stash is creeping. Psychological. Past diabolical. Encrypted in code biological. Rejected. Genetically defected. Or maybe just slightly misdirected. Murder by numbers, straight undercover, step into my cipher and you're six feet under.” *Chronic and Mary Jane arrive at the ring. Chronic picks Mary Jane up and sets her on the ring apron and jumps up himself. He holds the ropes for Mary Jane, who climbs into the ring. Chronic climbs in after her and lights a joint as Mary Jane takes another bong toke. * ”Do a dance and let her know that you're feelin' it, locked up cause you know I was dealin it.” *Chronic hops up on the top turnbuckle and salutes all of his Chronicaholics. * www.obsessedwithwrestling.com/pictures/m/matthardy/25.jpg[/img]”Hydroponic, super bionic my HK is chrome and my bombs are atomic. Step to the back with your monkey ass. Better take cover cause we're ready to blast!” * Chronic hops down from the turnbuckle and Mary Jane hands him a microphone. *Chronic and Fans at same time: Yo!!! Yo!!! Don’t hide that shit! Light that shit!*The fans erupt into cheers as Chronic proudly smiles. The fans start to chant*[/move] *Chronic closes his eyes and basks in the adrenaline rush of the fans calling his name. A few seconds’ later, he opens his eyes and puts the mic to his lips to speak. *
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Post by Chronic on Jan 25, 2005 20:50:20 GMT
Chronic: That’s right! The International Champ is in da house! 3 Shades Of Sin are on a roll and Corpse and I are going to kick ass and take names in our Tag Team Title Match with The Chain Gang and Tom Paulin and Immune. Then 3 SOS will have virtually every title on Action Zone in their hands…all but one…The Hardcore Title. But I’m sure sooner or later one of us will dethrone the Hardcore Champion and we’ll control that title too. I mean, look at the currant Hardcore Champion, Spike. I’ll bet he has as many pricks sticking out of him as he has had stuck into him. He looks like a porcupine. *The Chronicaholics laugh at Chronic’s joke about Spike as a picture of Spike appears on the Action Vision screen. Chronic they begin to chant* www.theflyinghellfish.com/_uimages/pinhead.jpg[/img][/move] Chronic: But Mary Jane and I aren’t out here to talk about pathetic wrestlers…well, maybe we are if we are going to talk at all about The Chain Gang. Here are two morons who each have about one brain cell each. They have to rub their brain cells together just to come up with an idea. They don’t have a sticky, skunky bud’s chance in my bong to win this match against Corpse and I. I almost feel sorry for them. Almost. They are only trying to make a name for themselves on Action Zone. Too bad for them that they got booked against The Corpse and I in their first match. The Chain Gang is in for a beating like they’ve never seen, I guarantee that. *Chronic pauses and lights up a joint, takes a few puffs and hands it to Mary Jane. She in turn takes a few tokes and hands it back. She takes the microphone as Chronic takes a few more puffs from the joint. * groups.msn.com/_Secure/0UADPAisZZgg!!cOjowTuM0c7jYjG5ep94EpHtyad3UhBhZWh0p7ncQtuhw*IZ8URe4pxxFsH45TwJ*bG4D!2VM!g6Qx8NlxxQ2ml4oLU2tEbdT*oOX3gonSCFBkAcBQZ/15.jpg?dc=4675441503933531503[/img] Mary Jane: Goldberg…Driver…even put together, you two aren’t even half the man Chronic is. And with Corpse as his partner and me along ringside he has no chance of losing. I don’t even know why you guys would even show up, knowing your going to get your ass kicked all over the arena. So do yourselves a favor and stay home on the 27th. Save yourselves from a visit to the emergency room. *Mary Jane hands Chronic back the microphone. Chronic blows the pot smoke from his nose as he speaks. * Chronic: Then we have Evolution, made up of Immune and Tom Paulin. Well, let me just say this I don’t care if you dedicate this match to your dead daddy or not 3 SOS are gonna kick your ass. You may have dreamt of becoming tag team champions, but dreams are no match for experience, and I’ve held tag team titles not once, but twice. I don’t give two shits like you a second look. You two are way overmatched, and if you think you have a chance in hell of beating Corpse and I, then I guess you’re stupider than you look. And that’s pretty fucking stupid. So on the 27th… *As Chronic speaks he is interrupted by the lights going out and a green fog captures the whole arena, Immune steps out with a water bottle and takes a mouthful as Tom Paulin follows. Immune walks over to the fans and spits it on them. He throws the bottle into the crowd and he and Tom slide head first into the ring. Immune goes to the turnbuckle and flips everybody off, as Tom Paulin stands back and laughs. When he jumps down the lights come back on. He walks over to Mary Jane and hands her a dollar. * groups.msn.com/_Secure/0UADOAkIZvQnHLa3wh1kmhUPyJcR77KIGQlnRy9DSGPhs1nTPAbGTfjdDt8Ujqb2jvEjaARGZC3W6jKvPjzV1Ea0XDCEb6mM2hnCaOoiJerhwtrozeFXKe3SCbxYAcG8W/02.jpg?dc=4675446776629893598 [/img] Immune: Here, sweetheart. Why don’t you be a good girl go down to McDonalds and fetch me a double cheeseburger. That is what bitches do, right? Fetch? * The Chronicaholics boo and hiss as Immune as they begin to chant…*[/move] Mary Jane looks to Chronic, who gestures with a nod of his head that says “Get out of the ring where you will be safe.” Mary Jane glares at Immune as he just laughs at her. She climbs out of the ring, and runs towards the backstage area. Immune and Tom look at Chronic, standing in the ring alone and chuckle in anticipation of beating up the International Champion. He smiles at Chronic. * Immune: As you were saying, Champ? Or don’t you have the guts to say it to our faces? *Chronic takes a step back and shakes his head in a mixture of disgust and disbelief. He takes a breath and raises the mic to his lips. * Chronic: Ahhh…you know guys, this is really awkward. I mean here I am, doing my match promo and here you are, out here on MY TV time. I guess maybe you guys didn’t read the schedule. Then again I doubt either of you even knows how to read. You want to know what I was going to say and you want me to say it to your faces? No problem, dude. As I was about to say…on the 27th your ass is grass… *Chronic takes a huge toke from his joint, holds the hit and then blows it into Immunes face. * …and Corpse and I are gonna smoke it! * Immune reaches back and slaps Chronic in the face hard. Tom tackles Chronic and the two start putting the boots to Chronic. Chronic covers up when suddenly the Chronicaholics begin to cheer as Corpse runs out from backstage at full speed followed by Mary Jane. Immune and Tom continue to pummel Chronic, unaware or Corpse’s presence. Corpse slides into the ring and body checks Tom, knocking him out of the ring. Immune turns as Corpse punches Immune in the face and starts to beat him down as Chronic rises to his feet, his face a mask of anger. Together Corpse and Chronic hammer on Immune, whip him into the ropes and double clotheslines him. Tom jumps up onto the ring apron only to receive a side thrust kick to the side of the head from Chronic, knocking Tom back down and into the ring barricade. Corpse Irish whips Immune towards Chronic, who back drops Immune over the top rope and onto his tag team partner. Immune and Tom shakily get to their feet as Mary Jane enters the ring. Immune and Tom Paulin huddle together to comfort each other as they run away from the fight towards the backstage area. The Chronicaholics cheer as Corpse, Chronic and Mary Jane watch Evolution run away like the beaten dogs they are. The scene fades to black.*
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