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Post by bar on Feb 21, 2007 2:16:30 GMT -4
"Pain Redefined" hits as Jon Pryor walks out onto the stage, doing a worshipping bow to the fans, as he points up to the massive bruise on his forehead from his run in with Blaze and a porcelain toilet the previous week... but then, stopping at the top of the ramp, he points to the stage, as the music suddenly dies out, kicking back up with... the $ellout$ Theme music!!! Brent Starr busts out from behind the curtain, carrying two microphones as he tosses one to Pryor, and both start heading to the ring...
"Starr... don't your ass have a problem to solve tonight?"
Jon asks as both roll into the ring...
"The moron seems to have your number..." |
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Post by starr on Feb 21, 2007 2:22:55 GMT -4
As I said to him already, I was here, I was dressed and ready, and he, well he was out getting a manicure instead. What a bitch! The guy was so damn scared to face me, he went to get his nails done with Marisol the horse instead. You jacked up nobody. Nobody listens to you anyways. Your worse then the rest of the nobodies. And oh how they try to sneak in still.
Like lastnight.. lastnight Pryor and I, we did this place a huge ass favor and saved alot of wasted air time, wasted matches and low ratings. So for doing this company a favor, Pryor and I recieved a well deserved reward. Didn't we Jon?
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Post by bar on Feb 21, 2007 2:28:54 GMT -4
"Well, I already received my reward last week when I made my challenge, but that's what you're here for tonight, sir...
See, last night, Brent and I were sitting around, tweaking the PWNZooka's and keeping up with current events, when we came across something so utterly stupid and out of place that it shouldn't be happening. So, I pulled out the cell phone, gave Miss Candice and Chantell a phone call, and watched as two jackasses got their walking papers after spewing a buncha nonsense... I'm still so proud to admit.
So, on that subject... we just saved APW a huge deal on their buy-rate, mind you, as I'm sure nobody cared just what they had to do other than the two people that tune into watch them, and now Brent's convinced that it's time he's rewarded! I mean, lookit him... company man, always watching out, every bit worthwhile of being bought to exclusivity... Brent? I challenged for the World Title at Full Throttle, ended up getting both Incinerated and Calgary Flamed and all... but the scenery's a bit more secure this time, why don't you speak your mind real quick?" [/center] |
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Post by starr on Feb 21, 2007 2:38:14 GMT -4
Basicly, the way I see it. I'm a former Nationwide champion, I've earned it. I've helped build 2 companies now, on my blood and sweat, carrying a tv show on my back as champion. I did what was needed and practicly handed my title over to the first deserving man, Buck for the win.
So, how does this sound, Brent Starr challenging for the APW Title tonight! I figure that match is worth more then 6 minutes wasted on some chump named after a canibal boxer! Don't you guys agree?
The crowd goes into a frenzy cheering and showing support
Yeah, it sounds good to me aswell. I'm a better fir for the belt, and let's face it. We sell out the shows, we sell out the merch and after tonight, we'll sell out everything we touch!
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Post by bar on Feb 21, 2007 2:40:54 GMT -4
"So, there you have it, APW... Nathan Micheals, Vegas, Blaze... Mr. Starr has stepped forward, joining me in the hunt for the APW World Title... I do believe that's a five man party for tonight, is it not? Why don't you all come out here, so we can make this interesting?" [/center] |
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Post by Big Red on Feb 21, 2007 3:23:21 GMT -4
*Music plays, a sound all to familiar with the the APW audience watching in the arena, at home and around the world. He has another APW Championship wrapped around his shoulder, and is wearing a black tank shirt with "Grand Slam" and written underneath it "Top That" in red letters surrounded by a baseball. He casually makes his way down the ramp, choosing not to flex for the crowd during this entrance, as there will be plenty of time for it later. He stops at the outside of the ring and snaps his figures for someone to hand him a microphone before turning and walking up the steel steps and stepping between the ropes. He looks at the two men calling themselves "$ell Out$". *
Well look what we have here. A shinning starr and a burnt out Pyro. Now you know what, I'm going to let you boy's in a little secret, rumor back stage is that Vegas is stepping down from the World Title shot, and it anit because of you Pryor, or even Starr over here, he's stepping down because he knows what kind of damage I'll do first hand, and is bidding his time to strike. First smart move he's made since he's decided to get in my business.
*Nathan just glares at Pryor before turning his attention to Starr, and just smiles*
Finally someone worthy other then myself is making his claim for the title. Bout time Brent is all I gotta say, You and I had some classic Royal finishes way back, I'm sure you remember those.
*Nate lets off a small wink and starts to chuckle, trying to refresh Starr's memory a little bit*
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Post by starr on Feb 21, 2007 3:48:18 GMT -4
Ofcourse I do Canucklehead haha. Your right though, it is about time that I got to step up and rely on my singles dominance rather then that double teaming shit. No offense Jon, I got your back, as you do mine. Anytime we can, we'll still throw down as a duo. We're sellouts baby!
The crowd cheers in approval
I can sense the hatred already, people sitting backstage crying in their palms because they got the shit end of the stick. I've proved my worth, time and time again, here, there, everywhere. Sending some no talent hack on his way, not once, but thrice. Thats a good enough reason. That and I was the first ever Nationwide Champion! Wouldn't that make me a #1 contender, being the #2 wrestler? Yeah, I thought so too. But the way rankings and all that jazz work here, everyone gangs up on pulling double, triple and quad duty to boost their points. Me, I'm down for kicking ass and taking more titles home to sit in the case with the other one I own.
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Post by dick on Feb 21, 2007 13:15:16 GMT -4
Hold on there, before anyone else says anything let me inform everyone of what I had just received.
I step through the curtain out to the stage and I watch as the arena is jammed pack with people trying to fit there way in. I hold in my right hand a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it, and in my left hand a microphone with the APW logo on it. I look down the ramp and into the ring at the three men whom have already made this company more money then previously expected, so ratings will be through the roof now that they are in the ring together.
I hold in my hand I letter that I had just received from one Doctor Maxwell Preston from the hospital in Las Vegas Nevada. The very doctor that Pryor had went to see after Full Throttle when he was attacked by our current World Champion Blaze.
I reach into my coat and pull out a pair of reading glasses, as I look down and begin reading what has been faxed to me.
"Because of the attack that one Jon Pryor received at the hands of Blaze where he had his head smashed against a toilet, he will not be able to compete tonight due to the concussion he had suffered during the incident. Further, he has also not been in the greatest of emotional states and risks hurting himself if he were to compete. Once again as Mr. Pryor's personal doctor, it is my duty to inform his employers that he does NOT have medical clearance to wrestle.
Doctor Maxwell Preston"
I continue to watch as Pryor hears the news, as I remove my reading glasses, placing them back in there case before putting them in my coat pocket.
Now after receiving this news Mr. Pryor, it is my duty to look after my fellow wrestlers. So you are to exit the building, return to your hotel room, and rest up so that you may recover quickly.
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Post by bar on Feb 21, 2007 13:58:03 GMT -4
Jon looks over to Brent as he leans on the ropes, the look of shock crosses his face...
"You're fucking serious? Not the best of emotional states??? What in the fuck are you smoking old man? I check all of that crap at the door, and I come in here and do what I do best, and you want to use that as an excuse to drop me?"
The stern look on Mr. Hughes face leaves a resounding yes... Jon sighs as he looks over to Brent...
"Bring that belt back to the $ellout$ man... and don't worry, I'll be around..."
Jon knuckles up with Brent as he steps out through the ropes, heading up the ramp through the chorus of boos... |
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Post by blaze on Feb 22, 2007 2:54:11 GMT -4
As Pryor makes his way up the ramp, the titantron flashes on showing an image of Blaze. He's standing backstage, surrounded by security incase 'someone' decides to try anything. He stares deep into the camera as he begins to speak...
"Well, if it isn't APW's $ellout$.....Oh, and the Canuckler...Damn, some of the most pathetic wrestlers I've seen in awhile all gathered in one place...."
Blaze pauses for a moment as the look on his face turns serious.
"Anyways, I'm here to finally annouce who I will be facing out of all the pathetic challengers I've recieved.....Lets talk about some of those challengers...First, the Canuckler....Some washed up, has been whose not even worthy of the tag title hes carrying...Then Pryor who cant even keep himself in shape for the match....pathetic Jonny boy...pathetic....Then we had Vegas, who of course chickened out when he realized how badly I would dominate him....Mr.Starr, the 'Pwn machine' himself....Lost the Nationwide title to Pornstar? Yet another pathetic showing by a $ellout.....and a few other who will remain nameless for now...."
Blaze rubs at his chin for a moment....
"As you see....Nobody whose worthy of this shot....Yet, since poor Pryor can't compete....I announce my first opponent...In his place...to be....His little butt buddy...Starr...."
The crowd roars with approval, hearing that Starr will be in the match....
"And my second opponent...Straight from that lackluster, nobody group known as the Familia.....1.....8.....7!"
With that, Blaze turns and walks off, the titantron fades back to black. The fans are left in awe, expecting a fourth opponent....Had Blaze just made it a triple threat match? |
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Post by Casey Angel on Feb 24, 2007 16:16:21 GMT -4
A very unfamiliar music hits the speaker system and Casey Angel makes her way onto the stage to a roar from the crowd unheard of for any other. She has a microphone in hand and walks up just beside Richard Hugh as she looks around the arena at the enormous crowd on hand. After a few moments, her music slowly fades away as she raises the microphone to her ruby red lips.
First off, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Murder By Numbers!
Another huge roar from the crowd. She lets them spend all the time they want cheering. After a few moments, they die down so that she may continue.
We would like to thank each and every one of you for attending tonight. We certainly appreciate everyone who tunes in to watch our programs each week. Without you, we would not be here.
She looks over at Richard, a very confused look on his face.
Hello Richard. How are you doing tonight? A little surprised perhaps?
She looks at the men standing in the ring. The obvious discussion of the APW World Championship their reason for being here.
Gentlemen, you have all heard who Blaze will be facing in this ring tonight. But, I have another inquiry to talk about. The two gentlemen you speak of that were let go last week. You see, you never gave me a phone call. I had caught these mishaps well before you even knew what was going on. Those two gentlemen were on their way out before you managed to even see them on television. Your phone call meant nothing.
The surprise on the face of the $ellouts was indescribable. Their boss had just embarassed them in front of 40,000+ fans on hand and a worldwide audience watching live on pay per view!
Now that we have that whole mess cleared up, we have bigger issues to take care of.
She looks at the crowd, scanning it as she speaks.
You have all heard who will be in the World Championship match. The only question remaining is what TYPE of match the contest will be. Do you want....a No Holds Barred match?
A huge cheer from the crowd.
Perhaps a Prison Break match?
Another huge cheer.
Stairway To Heaven?
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Maybe we should keep it a normal triple threat?
A resounding boo. It's a pay per view! They want a pay per view worthy match!
For those of you watching at home, you can log onto APW.com and cast your votes for what type of match you would like to see the World and Rose Championships defended in! Log on now and we will give you exactly what you want at the end of the night in our Main Events!
The crowd cheers as Casey's music begins to play once more. She places a hand on Richard's shoulder, then makes her exit to a frenzied audience. After a few moments after she was gone, her music died down for them to continue their discussion. |
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Post by terra on Feb 25, 2007 10:20:14 GMT -4
Watching as things tranpsire, Tyson almost spits up his water when Casey arrives on the scene and PWNS the so-called "PWN Specialists".
Now maybe you'll do things the right way, you blithering idiot. Oh...this is just classic. Now, to get that title from the other farce. Funny how they're both so...similar in their stupidity.
At least we don't have to see one joke stink up this Showcase.
Laughing to himself, he continues to watch as he wraps up his right hand in black tape...
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Post by bar on Feb 25, 2007 11:43:58 GMT -4
But, I have another inquiry to talk about. The two gentlemen you speak of that were let go last week. You see, you never gave me a phone call. I had caught these mishaps well before you even knew what was going on.
Surprise on the $ellout$ face indescribable? Bah... still on the ramp as he listened to Casey's little spiel, he looks back to Brent with the microphone still in his hand...
"What's that broad talking about? Chantell sounded shocked, Brent... 'course we woulda called Casey's ass if she'd be the one to show up to work half the damn time..."
A laugh echos from the crowd as the man doesn't fear taking a shot at his boss. He smirks as he continues making his way to the back. |
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