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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 21:58:18 GMT -6
Playing Nurse
In an isolated room backstage, lit up only by a series of fluorescent tubes swinging idly above, we see Church, lying down on a medical bed. Above him, Mundo Kindo is using some tools and adjusting various wires on the device around his neck. Mundo has an iron mask over his unmasked face and thus doesn't see Conrad Dukes approach. He does, however, hear the footsteps that ominously announce his arrival. On a stool in the background we see the Black Pyramid Title glowing, adding a blue tint to the otherwise whitened room. Conrad Dukes: I want him as subdued as possible for this to go exactly as planned.Mundo doesn't answer, opting instead to continue his work. Conrad speaks again, somewhat more annoyed. Conrad Dukes: I want him as subservient as possible, Mr. Kindo.With a sigh, Mundo lifts his iron mask slightly. His face isn't revealed but we can see his uncovered mouth. Mundo Kindo: The collar is doing its job the way you intended.He taps the collar a couple times with one of the tools. Mundo Kindo: This guy is following orders just like you wanted.Suddenly and without any form of announcement, Church's right hand launches up, grasping Mundo's exposed neck in an iron grip. Despite the breath exiting from Mundo's mouth and the widened eyes of Church staring up at this target, Conrad can't help but smirk. Conrad Dukes: I'm going to assume that means the collar will be enough to keep him in line?Mundo tinkers a bit more with the collar. After a few small sparks, the collar suddenly shuts off and Church once again falls unconscious, the only signs of life being his soft breaths from the rise and fall of his chest. With a strained throat and a massaging neck, Mundo speaks with a sharp and high crack. Mundo Kindo: Pretty safe assumption, yes.
Mundo clears his throat and coughs to regain his voice before lowering the iron mask back down. Conrad loses his smirk, approaching his monster from the other side as Mundo continues to work on the collar. Conrad Dukes: What was it that you did to keep him from killing you?Mundo Kindo: A killswitch. All of my devices have one.Conrad Dukes: Show me."That...isn't a good idea."Mundo hesitates, stopping work entirely but continuing to look at the collar. Conrad scowls deeper. He repeats himself, his voice adding an edge. Conrad Dukes: Show me.Mundo sighs before sticking the tools in a small hole on the front. He fiddles with the tools for a moment before looking up at Conrad. Mundo Kindo: It's that easy. It doesn't matter how active or volatile he is. The collar will force him into unconsciousness immediately. Just...watch his fall. If something were to happen to it or his head, who knows what could happen to the man himself?
Conrad nods. He turns and approaches the door. Mundo sighs and sets the tools down on a side table. He moves his hands through his hair. Mundo Kindo: I also completed work on that...THING you wanted me to work on."Be careful..."Conrad pauses, looking over his shoulder. Mundo Kindo: I left the results on your desk. I don't need to warn you about the potential consequences or anything, but...well...there's gotta be a reason I'm the only one you have working on it.Conrad smiles his smile and Mundo groans in response. Conrad Dukes: Trust isn't something I offer anybody. And, quite frankly, even if I don't trust you, you're also the one person I have control over who has the least to lose.Mundo Kindo: Always the vague answers. Never a clear response. Fine, whatever. I'll make sure your "Champ"..."Emphasis on the sarcasm..."Mundo Kindo:...is ready for the contract signing.Conrad Dukes: Good. Oh, and--Mundo Kindo:--good luck with my match tonight, yeah, I got it.Mundo waves Conrad off. The smile disappears, leaving Dukes to stare at Mundo for a few more seconds. Eventually, he exits the room, leaving Mundo alone with the champ. Mundo leans back, staring down at the Black Pyramid Champion presently under control of the boss of both of them. Mundo Kindo: You know...it kinda makes me wonder how much of the man is still in there...He looks to the right on the side table where he finds a manila folder that was definitely not there before. Mundo chuckles a bit before grabbing it, flipping through a few pages. Mundo Kindo: Thank you Heather. Now to see how deep Conrad's rabbit hole with you goes..."Champ"...
The camera fades away before he gets too deep into reading.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 21:59:27 GMT -6
Harvey Marx Presents: ftWo vs. Krasnaya Sila San Jose Hardcore Match
The soviet Anthem hits the PA system as Kransnaya Sila with Viktor Roamnov come to the ring. The trio get into the ring as Viktor gets a microphone. “Greetings and salutations, pigdogs and Capitalists. I see that, last week, capitalsm rears its ugly head, mo-hawked and spray painted. Jeweled with metal in its nose and fanciful dreams in his mind. There is little yet much to be said on the behalf of you lot. Your sneak attack was commendable. respectable, dare I even say, recommended. Yes, indeed, recommended because had that been a fair and honest fight, the Soviet Space program would be flying high in the air while quite literally fucking, the new world order.
In Russia, we have no time for jokes. For what is comedy without tragedy? What is satisfaction without failure? What is capitalism without communism?
Hollywood, you are my burden to bear on the shoulders of giants on a silver screen, adorned with ornaments of the highestprice.” order. Where is the filth? Where is the betrayal? Where is the heart and soul of the human condition except hidden behind vanity and plastic. Behind what you can do for your country instead of just doing it for the country. Last week, this week, this week, you will not be so lucky. Even if we - they, the Angel and the Lion have to fight all four of you. Might as well bring all fifty of your filthy stars and all thirteen of your stripes. You will need all power from your country that does not care for you. As we do not care for you. Mistakes were made and now you will pay the soviet
![](https://i.ibb.co/FbvFmy6/MOSHED-2021-9-22-21-57-27.gif) "Takeover" by (hed) P.E. starts to play. What a dope fuckin' song, huh? The El Savadorians are vibin' af when five weirdos emerge from behind the mystical curtain. They form a line on the stage, with the pink feather boa'd ringleader front and center. Bruce Buffer: And their opponents… weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and twenty-one pounds… being accompanied to the ring by Hollywood Miss Ainsworth, The Bad Guy Flop, and Buff Daddy Spartan… LEX-PAC LEXI SPARKLES AND BIG SEXY HIGH VOLTAGE!
He hesitates to finish the ridiculous introduction. Bruce Buffer: FUCK! THE! WORLD! ORDER!
The fearsome fivesome makes their way down the ramp. Miss Ainsworth twirls the end of her feather boa provocatively at the locals before stopping dead in her tracks at the edge of the ramp. She points at Bruce Buffer, demanding he give her a microphone. He obliges. The music dies down. Miss Ainsworth: It feels soooooo good to be back in Saaaaaan Salvadorrrrr, sister!!!
The fans are confused, unsure how to react to that botch. Lexi whispers something to her. Miss Ainsworth: Oh. That was last week, huh? This is San Jose now? How the fuck am I supposed to keep track of all these bullshit towns?!
They boo the fuck out of her. Miss Ainsworth: Fuckin' relax, sisters. I'm not here to fight you. I'm here to guide my squad to victory over a couple of commie pieces of trash, sister.
She pauses. Miss Ainsworth: Oh! I get why you're booing me! You're aaaaaall a bunch of commie pieces of trash!
They boo the fuck out of her… again. Miss Ainsworth: Well shit, sister. If we have to fight all of you… we sure as fuck will bloody the lot of ya! You'll be shittin' thru your teeth when we're done with ya, sister!
The rest of the ftWo confusedly looks at her. Miss Ainsworth: Lex-Pac! Big Sexy!
She slaps them both on the chest. Miss Ainsworth: Go fuck 'em!
She pauses. Miss Ainsworth: Up!
And they're off to the races. Lexi and HV slide into the ring, bravely charging into battle against the Russkies. Viktor evades danger just in time, fleeing to the outside of the ring.. They all throw hands so furiously that a cartoonish cloud of dust appears in the ring, with various limbs popping out… and even, somehow, a baby goat. Baby Goat: *bleats in Russian* William: What in the hecking heck is that?!
When the dust settles, all four human beings are piled up in the ring and the baby goat stands on top of them. Viktor salutes the baby goat. Baby Goat: *bleats in Russian* Simon Wexler: Something something something, comrade. My Goat Russian is a little Ruskie... I mean... rusty. William: You speak Goat Russian?! Simon Wexler: I took half a semester in college. William: Shootfire. That's darn impressive, sir.
Magnus climbs out from the pile, he grabs the big sexi and hits a suplex. Simon Wexler: big suplex from the big soviet. William: Here comes the Angel, flying across the ring with an elbow drop but Lex-Pac boots her off to prevent a pin attempt.
Its a brawl inside the ring as Viktor just stares deeply into the eyes of the goat. Viktor: * Bleets in soviet propaganda *
The goat bleets back. Simon Wexler: William, whats going on? William?
William stands up and salutes to the goat. Simon Wexler: I think we lost William to soviet propaganda! But here comes Big Sexy , getting a chair! *SMASH*
*SMASH*Simon Wexler: The soviets are down! WHAM!!! William: Soviet curb stomp by the goat!
Lexi makes the pin on Irena! ONE! TWO!! WHAM!!!
NOOO!!!! Simon Wexler: The goat breaks it up with a headbutt! This is the craziest thing that I’ve seen! William? William are you back? William: Comrade. I have returned to do the bidding of the motherland. Simon Wexler: Magnus gets to his feet.. Lionsault!
The pin.. ONE! TWO!! NOOO!!! KICKOUT!!! Meanwhile, a recovering Irina squares up to Lexi, trash talking her opponent in Russian. Lexi gazes at her blankly. Suddenly, Irina stops and takes a knee. The goat hops on her back and flings itself at Sparkles with an adorable attempt at a dropkick -- when High Voltage smacks the poor baby goat right out of the air! Simon Wexler: NOOO! William: NYET!!!
Irina takes advantage of the momentary distraction. She hits the ropes and rushes in with a double clotheline! But Big Sexy and Lex Pac duck! The Red Angel rebounds -- Simon Wexler: Double big boot to the Russian -- WAIT! William: Ivanova with a Soviet-style baseball slide BETWEEN the opposition! I've never seen anything like it! Simon Wexler: And Viktor at ringside, checking on the goat...
Irina bounces back to her feet in time to meet an oncoming charge from Lexi, the two women trading vicious rights, while Magnus intercepts High Voltage. The scuffle grows increasingly violent and then suddenly the top rope explodes and falls off. The wrestlers stop fighting and they are visibly shaken by the catastrophe. Simon Wexler: OH MY GOD! DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT SHIT?! IT FUCKING EXPLODED!!! HOW IN THE FUCK DID THAT POSSIBLY EVEN FUCKING HAPPEN?!!>!><!@ William: Sir, if you don't watch your potty mouth, I'm going to wash it out with soap.
High Voltage is the first to strike, taking Magnus down with a powerful spear. The two ground and pound while Lexi and Irina go back to a hockey fight in the middle of the ring. Irina gets the upper hand in battle and surprises Lexi with a-- William: SHOOTFIRE!!! IRINA TOOK LEXI OUT WITH A KGBREAKERRR!!!
Lexi caught the knees to the chin and went flying over the middle rope... 'cause there ain't no top rope no more. Irina gets up to see High Voltage pounding away at Magnus, and she acts quickly by hitting him with the-- Simon Wexler: KREMLIN KURB STOMP!!1 SHE STOMPED HIGH VOLTAGE RIGHT ONTO MAGNUS! William: SACRIFICES MUST BE MADE FOR MOTHER RUSSIA!!!
Irina rolls him off of Magnus and she covers him, and Magnus does as well, though he's visibly hurt from that Kremlin Kurb Stomp. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! The bell sounds and their music hits. Bruce Buffer: The winners of this match by pinfall... KRASNAYA--
Miss Ainsworth snatches the microphone from his hands and she signals to cut the music. Irina and Magnus get to their feet, and Viktor joins them in the ring. High Voltage is dragged out of the ring by Flop and Spartan. Miss Ainsworth: You filthy commie bastards can have tonight! San Diego doesn't deserve to see us win anyway!!!They boo her for getting the name wrong... again.Miss Ainsworth: The REAL war takes place next week!!!! Irina and Magnus look to Viktor, and he shrugs his shoulders.Miss Ainsworth: That is when you shithead Ruskies will take on my elite fighters for the Black Pyramid Wrestling Tag Team Championship!!! Now hit my fuckin' music! She drops the mic and--William: What the heck?! Simon Wexler: Her music isn't playing! William: But Krasnaya Sila's music is!!! Miss Ainsworth is mad af. The camera pans up to see Harvey Marx, who just arrived to the event, with a smile on his face.Simon Wexler: This was HIS match and he wasn't even here?! William: I heard traffic isn't great here in San Diego. Simon Wexler: It's San Jose for fucks sake! William: Language! Scene fades.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:00:19 GMT -6
Drunk Diving Jason: DAWG, lemme tell you somethin'. This a karaoke bar ain't it? Y'all do karaoke, with the songs and screens with the words on 'em and the dopes singing to a bar of other dopes waitin' their turn to show their whole asses but not even in that way, right? We here at fuckin' Castro's DICK-go-THICK and you're gonna throw me out for abidin' by the law 'a the land is that right?Yung Sheldon stands on his tiptoes to barely be seen standing beside Jason. Yung Sheldon: Your playlist is also disappointingly lacking.The bouncer, a portly, balding retired badass shakes his head before speaking in heavily accented English. Bouncer: You weren't singing the words on the screen.Jason: Bull-fuckin'-shit I wasn't! Tell me one fuckin' word I got wrong on that song.Yung Sheldon: I wanted to sing Look at Me but you didn't have it.Jason looks down at the pre-teen tugging on his jacket sleeve. Jason: Chill Shel, lemme handle it.Bouncer: You staggered onto the stage, grabbed the mic from one of our regulars who was singing "Turn the Page" and shouted "YOOOOOOOOOO WHO HERE KNOWS HORNY BOB SEGER?"Jason cackles to himself before shaking his head. Jason: That is a gross mischaracterization of what happened and I DO NOT sound like that thank you very much.Bouncer: You were up there shouting "HERE I AM, BLOWING LOADS AGAIN / THERE I AM, CUM ON THE PAGE."Yung Sheldon: X is a legend and you guys just ignored him when putting together the playlist. Distasteful.
The bouncer's eyes dart down to Yung Sheldon. Bouncer: And this one stabbed one of our bartenders when he tried to wrangle you off the stage.Yung Sheldon rolls his eyes. Yung Sheldon: I slashed him on the arm, that's a completely different action to stabbing. Let me demonstrate.Yung Sheldon, still holding the bloody chef's knife because clearly no one thought it'd be pertinent to take it from him, slashes at the air as the bouncer's eyes widen. Yung Sheldon: See? Slice.He then thrusts the blade forward, catching the bouncer in the gut. Yung Sheldon: Stab. Different.The bouncer looks down at the blade in the stomach, and then back up at the duo. Jason and Yung Sheldon look at each other and then sprint out the door, into the night. Meanwhile, a clearly drunk Lil Hydroxyquine stumbles around on stage, slurring along to Ludacris' verse on Usher's "Yeah" as the crowd cheers him on.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:01:07 GMT -6
Robbie Hope vs. Jason "The King of South Las Vegas Boulevard" Wilds Bruce Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"All I Do is Win" by DJ Khalid hits the speakers and Robbie Hope emerges from behind the curtain, eyes forward, focused on the task ahead. Bruce Buffer: Introducing first, standing five feet, eleven inches tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred, ten pounds! Fighting out of Conroe, Texas! "B.D.E" Robbie Hope!Robbie scales the ring steps and ducks under the top rope, entering the ring. A scowl forms on his face as he makes his way to his corner. William: I still don't like his nickname much.Simon Wexler: I don't think he cares much, Willy. "All I Do is Win" fades out, only to be replaced by 100 Gecs' "Money Machine" damn near blowing out the speakers as Jason Wilds saunters through the curtain, flanked by his Order of Chaos brothers in arms. Bruce Buffer: And his opponent, standing six feet, one inch tall and weighing in tonight at one hundred, fifty-five pounds! Fighting out of Henderson, Nevada: "The King of South Las Vegas Boulevard" Jason Wilds!At ringside, Drox and Yung Sheldon dap their boy up before he slides into the ring, doing push ups before hopping to his feet. William: I don't think I like this guy very much, Simon.Simon Wexler: Why am I not surprised?A millisecond before the bell rings, Jason explodes out of his corner in a full sprint towards Robbie, leaping up and driving a forearm into his face just as the bell finishes tolling. Caught off guard, Robbie is forced into his corner from the blow, but he gathers his bearings quickly and shoves Jason off of him, sending him stumbling back. William: Man, this guy's a total fuckwaffle.Simon Wexler: I thought you didn't like swearing, Willy.William: I can make an exception in this case.Jason tries to leap forward to land another forearm but Robbie shoots a hand out that catches him on the shoulder. Robbie then slips a leg behind Jason's feet and shoves him again, dropping Jason flat on his ass. Jason's eyes go wide as he looks up at the scowling Robbie Hope. William: YEAH! BEAT HIM UP ROBBIE!Robbie drags Jason up to his feet before hoisting him up off his feet and driving him hard into the canvas with a huge spinebuster. He drops for the cover. ONE! TWO! Lil Hydroxyquine hops up on the apron, distracting the ref. Frustrated, Robbie breaks up his own pin, storming over towards the teenager on the apron. Before Drox can realize what's happening and get off, he gets caught with a stiff right hand that knocks him to the floor, landing atop Yung Sheldon. Robbie turns around… Only to get caught with a right hand from Jason Wilds! Jason shakes the pain out of his hand, while Robbie glares at him, unfazed. He shoots out a quick kick to the midsection, doubling Jason over. Robbie shakes his head, shoving Jason's head between his legs and hooking Jason's arms. He hoists Jason up before dropping him hard atop the crown of his head with a double underhook piledriver! Simon Wexler: #BDE!William: #BRAINDEADENEMY!Simon Wexler: If that's what you want to believe it means!Robbie covers. ONE! TWO! THREE! Bruce Buffer: And your winner by pinfall: Robbie Hope!"All I Do is Win" hits the speakers once more as the official raises Robbie's hand in victory. William: Dominant win by Robbie Hope, making quick work of that slimeball Jason Wilds.Simon Wexler: Some real Big Dick Energy on display there!William: You are unpleasant.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:02:08 GMT -6
Encounters
Lazaro Vincente arrives at his locker early before the show. Things seem rather slow for now, but that also has him looking over both shoulders. Flashes of the Puerto Rico days of wrestling nightmares plays into the scene as he looks at the strange note randomly taped on his locker. The Golden Idol pulls it back to find what appears to be rainbow construction paper cut haphazardly and then glued back together like a Toddler’s first mosaic from vacation bible school. He grimaces with guttural moans. Lazaro punches his locker, only to see the first arrow pointing him down the hallway he just left. Each one leads him into the armory hall’s bowers at the beckoning of these poorly cut and obnoxiously colored strips of construction paper. The Golden Idol follows what must assuredly be a trap by BPW’s inescapable jester, Hachiman. His search leads him into what appears to be the boiler room judging by both numerous gas meters and random shop vacs crammed in a musky corner. There, in the darkness, he sees individual bulbs of light flickering in pentagram. Across their lighting sits a confident Hachiman with his fancier, blue turban. Hachiman: Greetings friend, please, have a seat.Lázaro Vicente: I’m not going to summon Satan with you, cabron.Hachiman: Well, it all depends on what you called him in real life. But I assure you there’s no diablos here.Lázaro Vicente: This was a mistake.Lázaro turns to walk away. Lázaro Vicente: You better be ready for—Hachiman: Is that any way to speak to your father, hijo?Lazaro’s eyes focus with murderous intent. Lázaro: Do you dare!Hachiman: You think gringos were bad to Mexicans... the Japanese were far worse.His eyes blast open wide. Hachiman, however, looks to be in a trance. Hachiman: When I stepped in that ring, those stiff puntas—Lázaro Vicente: Stop that!Hachiman: Don’t you address your father this way!Lázaro Vicente: How—how did you that. Don’t play games, Hachiman. How did you my father had troubles with Japanese promotions. Did you just like, read his bio?Hachiman: Because I AM your dad!Lázaro Vicente: That’s it, cabron!He reaches across the table, and in one swift motion, upends and scoop slams Hachiman through the séance table. He lands with a thud with all his occult items scattering to the Four Winds. Lazaro storms off; however, before he’s left earshot, Hachiman speaks up once more in a weak voice. Hachiman: You can’t even wear my white boots, mijo...
The Golden Idol snarls and can be heard cursing off camera as we close in on the injured Hachiman. His eyes refocus towards in a random direction before coming back to center. He then belts out maniacal laughter as everything fades to black.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:02:40 GMT -6
Beyond vs. Ripped "Tide" Taylor
Bruce Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! "Major Tom (Coming Home)" by Shiny Toy Guns hits the speakers as Beyond emerges from behind the curtain, a vacant look in his eyes. Bruce Buffer: Introducing first, standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred, seven pounds! Beyond! He makes his way down the aisle slowly, gingerly. He scales the ring stairs and steps between the ropes before being ushered to his corner. William: He's got kind of a Man Who Fell to Earth vibe about him, don't he? Simon Wexler: Holy shit a movie reference that doesn't make me want to strangle you. The Alabama Crimson Tide fight song hits the speakers and Ripped "Tide" Taylor emerges from the back, eyes wide with a slasher smile ironed onto his face. Bruce Buffer: And his opponent, standing six feet, five inches tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred, fifty pounds! Fighting out of Tuscaloosa, Alabama: Ripped "Tide" Taylor! Taylor sprints down the aisle, sliding into the ring like a coked up madman, shaking the ropes while screaming his head off. William: Taylor had a good start last week but couldn't deliver at the end of the day! Simon Wexler: And he don't look too thrilled to have this week be a repeat! The bell rings and— ![](https://media3.giphy.com/media/XuBNdP9Pb7W9i/200.gif) The Walkers PREMIERING NEXT WEEK
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:03:21 GMT -6
Hachiman vs. Lázaro Vicente Bruce Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a singles match!
9mm Parabellum Bullet's "Mad Pierrot" starts to play and Hachiman emerges from the back, a mischievous glint in his eye. Bruce Buffer: Introducing next, standing six feet tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred, forty-five pounds! Fighting out of the Forgotten Realm of the Grand Canyon, Hachiman!
Hachiman makes his way down the aisle, a wide-eyed grin on his face as he looks out at the crowd William: What kind of tomfoolery does he have up his sleeves this week, sir? Simon Wexler: He doesn't even have sleeves.
"Mad Pierrot" fades, as Mariachi music mixed some drum beats and guitar plucking kicks up as out from behind the curtain steps Lázaro wearing a golden jaguar like warrior lucha mask, a black long sleeveless jacket, gold trunks, and white boots. Bruce Buffer: And his opponent, standing five feet, eleven inches tall and weighing in tonight at one hundred, ninety-eight pounds. Fighting out of Guanajuato City, Mexico, "The Golden Idol" Lázaro Vicente!
Lázaro stands in the center of the aisle and crosses his heart before throwing his two index fingers to the sky as he makes his way to the ring. Lázaro slaps a few hands before stopping at the stairs, he looks back and notices a small boy with his father, he nods and offers his mask to the boy, who lets him put it on him. The dad gives Lázaro a thumbs up before Lázaro turns back to the ring to ascend the top rope where he looks out to the surrounding crowd of fans. He points both index fingers up to the sky before leaping and rolling through as he hits the mat. He hits the ropes before finding his way to his corner, adjusting his wrist tape and giving his coat to one of the ring helpers. Wiliam: These two nice young men have a bit of history. Did you know that, sir?Simon Wexler: Well yeah. I've been with BPW since day one. William: Remember all the way back to last week when they were two-thirds of a swell triple threat match that also featured Ripped "Tide" Taylor?Simon Wexler: Of course. William: That sure was swell!Simon Wexler: Are we doing a bit here?Vicente and Hachiman meet in the middle of the ring, neither showing an inch of trepidation. The opening bell sounds and they come to blows. Vicente gets in a knee to his tummy with enough force to rearrange his organs. Hachiman doubles over and Vicente elbows the back of his head before locking in a headlock. Hachiman delivers a few shots to Vicente, then backs him to the ropes. He shoots Vicente off, and they both try to shoulder block each other. They collide in the center, neither gaining advantage. They argue in the middle of the ring and Hachiman hits the ropes. Again, they both have the same idea… shoulder block. Again, they don't get anywhere. William: These gentlemen seem evenly matched. It's as if they are familiar with each other's repertoire. Again, they argue, until Hachiman throws a clothesline… that Vicente ducks. They turn toward each other and Vincente lights him up with knife edge chops. Hachiman backs up to the corner to evade danger, but Vincente follows and continues his attack. After a bit of a playful shimmy, he pulls Hachiman out of the corner. Hachiman breaks free with an eye gouge, followed by a spinning wheel kick. Vincente hits the mat and Hachiman follows up with an elbow drop to the throat. Vincente writhes in pain. Hachiman drags him up and into an airplane spin, followed by a TKO cutter. Simon Wexler: FEVER DREAM FANTASIA!!!William: SHOOTFIRE! WHAT A MANEUVER!!!Simon Wexler: THERE'S THE COVER!!ONE! TWO!! THR--KICKOUT!! Hachiman doesn't believe it and he argues with the ref, while Vincente crawls to the ropes. Hachiman threatens the ref before turning his attention back to Vincente. Hachiman charges to the ropes and boots him in the head. Vincente falls between the ropes, tumbling to the outside. Hachiman goes after him and he drags Vincente up, before pitching him into the barricade. William: Señor Vincente is in a bad place right now. That's for darn sure.The referee starts to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Hachiman yells back at the ref that he knows the rules. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! When he turns back, Vincente surprises him with a running high knee with his knee pad pulled down. SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Hachiman flies backwards, crashing into the ring steps. TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! William: OH NO! LOOK!!We pan in to see Hachiman bleeding from the back of his head. THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Vincente is lying on the ground clutching his knee. Simon Wexler: That doesn't look good.SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! He struggles to get to his feet, just as Hachiman pulls himself up onto the ring steps. William: They're not going to make it!NINETEEN! Both men tumble forward to the apron. TWENTY!!!!!!!! They both roll into the ring, but a moment too late. The referee calls for the bell. Simon Wexler: WHAT?!!!The referee talks to Bruce Buffer by the ropes. Bruce Buffer: The referee's decision is to call this match off due to both competitors failing to break the count!The fans boo the decision. William: Shucks. You hate go see it but the referee's word is law.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:03:50 GMT -6
Fight for Me
Mundo Kindo is seen walking down the small alcove that leads to the Black Pyramid Paddock. He is dressed for action, his usual mask over his face. Suddenly, he is stopped by an armed Jabberwock guard who steps into frame. Mundo Kindo: Yeah?Armed Guard: A message from the Big Man: keep an eye on the contract signing. He wants you on deck in case something goes wrong with the device.Mundo chuckles humorlessly before nodding. He attempts to pass by, but the armed guards puts a hand on his shoulder. Armed Guard: And a message from us to you...just because the Big Man wants you here, doesn't meant that we do. And the moment you fuck up and he says to, we'll have no problem making your life hell.Mundo turns towards the guard. Mundo Kindo: Funny. But if Von Brandt was here and HE was calling the shots in Dukes' stead, something tells me that THAT lap dog would be more willing to play than to fight. So tell me doggy...are you going to play? Or do you have to be put down?The Armed Guard growls and grips his rifle tighter. Eventually, Mundo shakes his shoulder lose and continues is walk towards the Paddock. "Intimidation is fine, but there reaches a point of overconfidence."Mundo Kindo: And the moment I reach that is the moment I'm dead anyway. Besides...Mundo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a glowing blue crystal from his pocket. Mundo Kindo:...who's to say Conrad is the one in control of that device...?With an actual series of chuckles, Mundo pockets the crystal and continues his walk to the ring.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:04:20 GMT -6
Lockhart, Greatest of All Time vs. Mundo Kindo
Bruce Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"Cry Little Sister" by Gerard McMann hits the speakers and the monstrous form of Lockhart emerges from behind the curtain, The Bastard Warlord notably absent from his side. Bruce Buffer: Introducing first, standing eight feet, two inches tall, and weighing in tonight at five hundred, thirty-seven pounds! Fighting out of The Greatest Place on Earth, "The Warrior General" Lockhart!
Lockhart lumbers down the aisle, the ground seeming to shake with each step he takes on his way to the ring. He climbs up onto the apron, stepping over the top rope to enter the ring. William: WOAH!Simon Wexler: I forgot you haven't seen Lockhart yet.William: What the heck is that thing?!"Cry Little Sister" fades out, replaced by nothing, nowhere's "Pretend." Mundo Kindo steps out from behind the curtain. Bruce Buffer: And his opponent, standing five feet, eleven inches tall and weighing in tonight at one hundred, eighty-seven pounds! Fighting out of another version of Tokyo, Japan: MUNDO KINDO!Kindo makes his way down the aisle, attention fixed on the behemoth in the ring as he scales the ring stairs and steps between the ropes. Simon Wexler: Kindo took a hard loss last week at the hands of L.A. Blackwater, and it looks like it's gone from bad to worse!William: I don't know if anyone could pull this one off!The bell rings and immediately Kindo explodes out of his corner, hoping to catch the giant off-guard by driving his feet into Lockhart's chest with a running dropkick. Lockhart eats the blow and remains upright, as if unfazed. Simon Wexler: Oh, fucking yikes.
Before Kindo can get back to his feet or roll out of the way, Lockhart reaches down and rips him off the canvas like a bandage before driving a knee deep into Kindo's gut that doubles the smaller man over. Lockhart drives a clubbing blow down across Kindo's neck, and then another, and a third. Shoving the smaller man away, Lockhart finally steps out of his corner, lifting another knee into Kindo's side that sends him sprawling to the mat. William: The big man's just picking Kindo apart out here!Simon Wexler: I wish I knew anything about Greek mythology, they probably got some great metaphor for what's going on right now.Lockhart stalks the fallen Kindo, dropping a knee across the smaller man's back. Kindo screams in pain, though his mask fails to betray his anguish beyond that. Lockhart peels Kindo of the canvas, cinching in a front facelock before hoisting Kindo up and dropping him hard to the mat with a huge brainbuster! Simon Wexler: Forgotten Legacy! William: That's gotta be it!Lockhart plants a boot on Kindo's chest. ONE! TWO! Kickout! Kindo gets his shoulder up convincingly, and Lockhart's expression changes. A sick smile spreads across his face as he pries Kindo off the mat once more. Simon Wexler: Kindo might wish he just stayed down.Lockhart doubles Kindo over with a punch to the gut before forcing Kindo's head between his thighs. He gets Kindo up, seated on his shoulders, looking for a powerbomb! William: Hammer of Odin!Simon Wexler: WAIT!Lockhart hesitates, as Kindo digs his fingers into Lockhart's eyes! The ref can't quite make out what's happening, but Kindo slips free of Lockhart's grip and drops feet first to the mat as Lockhart reaches for his face. With the beast distracted, Kindo takes advantage, lining up a superkick that catches Lockhart in the side of the knee! Simon Wexler: Oh that ain't gonna feel nice!The beast roars as he's knocked off balance by the blow. Kindo lines up his shot and connects once more on the same spot, jelly-legging the behemoth. Kindo adjusts his mask, the sight giving him pause. William: He's got him off-balance!Simon Wexler: Holy shit he might actually be able to pull this off.Kindo tries to make it three in a row, throwing another superkick, but Lockhart reaches down, snatching Kindo's leg out of the air. Simon Wexler: Oh, fuck.Lockhart, with his grasp on Kindo's leg solid, uses this handle to swing Kindo through the ropes and literally out of the rings. Kindo crashes hard to the floor outside, clanging against the guardrail on impact. William: OH MY GOD!Lockhart settles his balance and climbs over the ropes, following his opponent to the outside of the ring. Inside the ring, the official begins his count. ONE! Lockhart stalks the fallen Kindo once more, but as he reaches down to grab his fallen foe, Kindo wildly swings a boot upwards that catches Lockhart in the groin. Lockhart's eyes widen and he backpedals, clutching his groin. Simon Wexler: Reminder folks: outside of the ring, everything goes!TWO! Kindo pushes himself to his feet and reaches under the ropes, pulling out a bright orange, pronged, rod. THREE! William: Is that a cattle prod?!
Lockhart storms over to Kindo, only to get jabbed in the abdomen by the prod. The current jolts through the beast, freezing him for a moment, but Lockhart remains upright. Looking down at the prod, a light bulb seems to go off in Kindo's head. He retreats from Lockhart, leaping over the ring steps as he races around the outside of the ring. FOUR! Regaining his bearings, Lockhart takes off after Kindo, lumbering around the ring. FIVE! Looking down at the device, Kindo fiddles with it. A visible current erupts from the prongs. Kindo adjusts his mask, before hopping up on the apron, keeping the prongs of the prod pointed down, out of sight. SIX! He shouts at Lockhart, beckoning him back in the ring. Lockhart pulls himself onto the apron and obliges, urging Kindo to follow. Kindo, instead, scales the ropes and poises himself on the top turnbuckle. SEVEN! William: Why's he still counting!Simon Wexler: He's saying Kindo hasn't entered the ring yet! Lockhart storms towards the turnbuckle Kindo's standing on. EIGHT! William: What is Kindo doing?Simon Wexler: It's like he's— oh, shit!As Lockhart gets in range, Kindo drives the prod down hard onto Lockhart's face! The current EXPLODES through Lockhart's veins as a large, explosive force drives Lockhart back, sprawled on the mat, twitching. NINE! Simon Wexler: HE NEVER GOT IN THE RING! THAT'S STILL LEGAL!William: Is Lockhart's face burning?!Kindo drops the prod and leaps off the turnbuckle, dropping a BIG KNEE down across the back of Lockhart's head! Simon Wexler: From Egg to Air!Kindo HEAVES the fallen body of Lockhart onto his back before covering the twitching beast, forcing his shoulders to the mat. ONE! TWO! THREE! Bruce Buffer: And your winner, by pinfall: Mundo Kindo!"Pretend" hits the speakers once more as the official attempts to raise Kindo's arm in victory. William: What the heck just happened?!Simon Wexler: By hook or by crook, Kindo keeps finding ways to stay alive!Through, as he glances up the ramp, he sees The Bastard Warlord himself coming through the curtain. As Bull hits the ring, Kindo slips out and hops the railing, escaping through the crowd as Bull checks on his fallen Warrior General.
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Post by Conrad Dukes on Sept 29, 2021 22:04:51 GMT -6
Main Event L.A. Blackwater vs. Church Contract Signing
With the ring cleared, a hush fell over the audience. No music played – the rhythmic, drum-like sound of marching was enough. In two columns, walking out single-file, black-clad soldiers marched with glowing blue rifles at attention. Their faces were concealed beneath black metal helmets and full face masks. Simon Wexler: Well… oof. I guess it’s time for the main attraction.As they file out, the columns split to encircle the ring. The soldiers face inward, standing stoutly at attention. Nervously, Bruce Buffer looks around the outside to find himself surrounded. He brings the microphone to his mouth with a shaking hand. Bruce Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the contract signing for next week’s main event.The Junkie XL Remix of Black Sabbath's "War Pigs" hits the speakers and L.A. Blackwater wastes no time making way out from behind the curtain. He stares down the horde of soldiers surrounding the ring with muted disgust, his eye wide as he surveils the ringside area. With a breath, he makes his way down the aisle, hands balled into fists with nails digging into his palms. Bruce Buffer: Introducing at this time, the Number One Contender to the Black Pyramid Wrestling Championship: "The Soldier of Fortune" L.A. BLACKWATER!The soldiers part for Blackwater to make his way up the ring stairs and enter the ring. Blackwater sits at the table in the ring. He folds his hands before him and interlaces his fingers, the direction of his seat facing the stage. His face shows no emotion besides grim determination. “Beat the Devil’s Tattoo” begins to play over the speakers. The curtain parts, and Conrad Dukes steps out first, a retinue of two of the armed soldiers at his left and right. Behind him, for the first time in months… follows Tyler Church. His head hangs down, his hair in front of his face – his shoulders slump, and he walks with his hands before him, futuristic restraints of a seemingly alien nature binding his wrists. Two soldiers follow him. The group of six walks down the ramp together – as they advance, Dukes and Blackwater lock eyes. Church never looks up. Bruce Buffer: And making his way to the ring, the Black Pyramid Wrestling Champion… TYLER CHURCH!The group ascend the steps and climb into the ring, and Church is escorted to the available chair across from Blackwater. Dukes stands adjacent from them. As the music dies, he places a black folder on the table. Conrad Dukes: I believe it’s time.He withdraws a pen from his pocket and clicks the point out. He offers it to Blackwater. Conrad Dukes: Simply sign on the dotted line.Blackwater stares daggers through him. Then he takes the pen. His head turns back to Church across from him. L.A. Blackwater: Before I do so. I have something to say.He places the pen down. L.A. Blackwater: You’re a good man, Tyler. I know if you had it your way, you’d be home right now. I would be, too. And I have fought to stand across this ring from you – I’m going to keep fighting until you’re free.A look of rage overcomes Blackwater. L.A. Blackwater: And I’m going to do it to stick it this smug bastard…He jams a finger at an amused Conrad Dukes. L.A. Blackwater: …and whoever this one is.Blackwater stands and turns to point at the skybox above them. Immediately, the soldiers raise the rifles, all of them trained on Blackwater. Dukes waves a dismissive hand. Conrad Dukes: No need to panic, it’s a finger – not a gun.The soldiers lower the rifles. Blackwater stares at Dukes before sitting back down. He picks up the pen and signs before throwing it down and sliding it to Church. Church reaches forward to pick up the pen. His hand shakes. He looks over at Blackwater, his own expression one of resignation. Church: I’m sorry, Luke.He signs the contract and drops the pen. The crowd explodes into cheers. In the ring, Conrad Dukes grins, clapping his hands with delight. And above in the skybox, a second man claps. His fingers are long, like the legs of a spider, his skin wrinkled with time. Through a haze of cigar smoke, he smiles wickedly with thin lips and glittering black eyes like beetles. His main attraction is ready.
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