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Pt.1 of 3 - Warfare 3/16
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Frodo mother fucking Smackins Offline
Big Dick Playa



XWF FanBase:
Drug addicts, rebels, weirdos

(the villain you love to hate; has cult following; may deal drugs on side)


#1
03-17-2016, 07:35 PM

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March 16th, 2016
Joe Louis Arena
Detroit, Michigan, USA

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Kaos McKee
Brendan Harvey
Kid Kool
- vs -
Liddle J
2
Shade
3 on 3 Tag, 1 Fall



LomoGoldo
- vs -
Scotty Beast
Standard Match



Kristin Silver
- vs -
Fontanna
- vs -
Mike Emerick
Xtreme Rules, 1 Fall



Maverick
- vs -
Chris MacBeth
- vs -
Equinox
Double Buried in shit match
The last man NOT buried in shit wins




Ginger Snaps
- vs -
Travis McCoy
- vs -
Joey Menos
Submission match
1st Fall wins it all




Cain
- vs -
Ghost Tank
Gates of Hell Match
Hell in a cell with flaming corpses lining the cage




Luca Arzegotti
Rebel Star
- vs -
Nico LaVey
Ophelia McVeigh
Tornado Tag Team Match
Guest Ref: Austin Fernando
*Austin can RP and submit segments/counters/etc both for officiating purposes and defending against any possible 24/7 X-treme Title attacks against him




MAIN EVENT
The Intercontinental Challenge Rumble
Tush
- vs -
Trax
- vs -
Tommy Gunn
- vs -
any other comers!
All participants enter at the same time with traditional over-the-top rules for elimination
Whoever wins earns a future shot at Tush's IC Title
If Tush wins, all rumble entrants are restricted from IC Title shots for 30 days

OOC: The Main Event Rumble is open to anybody, whether you're already on the roster or joining this week! Just please mark your RP titles accordingly (Rumble RP 1, 2, etc...) so we don't miss them.










Wednesday Warfare opens up live in the backstage area and we see the Big Dick Managa himself, Frodo Smackins walking down the hallway. He's holding his hand out with his cell phone on speaker for all to hear, and the voice we hear is none other than XWF Owner, SHANE !

Shane: And another thing, Frodo, you need to make sure you right all those wrongs done by Tyrone Jackson. Do whatever you have to do tonight. I trust you to do what's right for this company and I trust you to make tonight the greatest and MOST TALKED ABOUT Wednesday Warfare so far this year!

Frodo: You got it boss.

Frodo grins at the camera as he hangs up...









Kaos McKee
Brendan Harvey
Kid Kool
- vs -
Liddle J
2
Shade
3 on 3 Tag, 1 Fall


Xzibit's Get Your Walk On plays over the PA system, and the song starts with gunshots and the arena is silent. I enter through the curtain and wait. I mime gunshots in sync with the pyro behind me. I saunter to the ring with an arrogant look.

California Love by Tupac feat. Dr Dre plays as LiddleJ comes running to the top of the stage with California love blasting over the speakers. Trying to get the fans going to the entrance of his self to the fans. He dressed in his black wrestling boots and short skin tight MMA type shorts on with a LiddleJ hoody and makes his way to the ring and either stares down opponent on his way to ring or if first in to the ring and short run and slide up the bottom rope with some casual warm up exercises getting ready for his opponent to enter the stage.

Hollywood Undead's Hear me now plays over the PA as the Arena becomes Pitch Black Then Black w blue lighting then goes on and the X-tron Show Shade's mask enter the screen and the wording appears saying Death walks among you. Smoke beings to fill the arena and Shattered Glass falls from the entrances way and a Crow Flies out of the entrance to the stage. It then begin to circle the stage before Shade walk onto the stage and gesture a gun with one hand and pretend to shoot and his baseball bat ace in the other pointing at the Ring. the crow then land on his shoulder as he walk slowly until he then throw his arms out and then putting it back in his trench-coat. then does suicide shoot to the head taunt on the apron . The Crow then flies of his shoulder and circles the ring above head before it lands on his shoulder while he is pointing his bat at the ( Entrance or The opponent depending on if he came out first or second ) as dark firework goes off making a X shape from the ring post and smokes starts to fade away.

All participants are in the ring, facing off from each other when Frodo walks down to the ring. He is smiling brightly, and happily. The fans are loving it.

"There is to be a change up in the match. You see, you two..."

He points to Kool Kid and Branden Harvey

"You two suck. And you."

He points to 2

"You suck dick and your name is 2. So, you dick suckers will be a team facing off against Shade, Liddle J, and Kaos McKee. And for the love of wrestling, all of you, except Harvey, get better names. Your ring names suck more dick than I do after a date with the Mrs. Oh, and the match became elimination. So, you know, go Team and all that."

He walks off to the back.

The bell rings and Shade is the legal man on his team, with 2 opposite him. 2 charges like a blundering ape, only to be caught by Shade in a Cradle Shock, which sends him to the ground. Shade goes for a quick pin.

...1










...2












...THREE!

Katie: Shade has quickly eliminated 2.

Kool Kid steps into the ring, and Kaos runs in to slap Shade on the back. He becomes the legal man. He casually walks over to Kool Kid, and hits him with the Bloodfued! He goes for a pin just as quickly.

...1














...2














...THREE

Crack: And Kool Kid has been eliminated. Leaving only Branden Harvey left on his team of fuck ups.

Harvey sheepishly steps into the ring, and Kaos walks over to cockily tag in Shade, but Liddle J intercepts it and steps into the ring. He saunters over and drops Harvey with a J Bomb before going for a cover.

...1















...2














...THREE!!!!

Katie: And Liddle J has eliminated Harvey leaving the winners to be Liddle J, Kaos McKee, and Shade!




Shade and Kaos make their way tot he back first ...but what's this?

LiddleJ has yet to leave the ring and just as he starts to climb out through the middle rope, "Voodoo" by Godsmack begins to play over the PA system. LiddleJ, still battle worn from his match returns to the middle of the ring, facing the aisle. The crowd cheers wildly as Cole Adams is spotted moving through the crowd behind LiddleJ. Hopping over the barricade, Cole Adams starts to climb up onto the apron but LiddleJ turns around just in time and Adams drops back down, holding his hands up in surrender.

Crack: I don't think he wants a piece of LiddleJ face to face.

Cole Adams changes tactics and walks over to the announce table before picking up a steel chair and holding it up in the air. The crowd in Detroit erupts as Adams starts moving back towards the ring, this time heading up the steel steps. Instead of running, LiddleJ motions for Adams to bring it. Adams smiles and climbs into the ring, walking to meet LiddleJ face to face in the center of the ring.

Crack: This situation could explode right now!

Katie: I hope it does!

Adams mouths something to LiddleJ and then grins before taking a step back. Without warning, Adams tosses the chair to LiddleJ who reaches up to catch it with both hands. As soon as the chair is in LiddleJ's hands, Adams steps forward and gives him a swift kick to the groin which makes LiddleJ drop to the mat in pain.

Crack: That was a low blow!

Adams walks over to the ropes and demands the microphone from the ring announcer. Once in possession of the mic, Adams walks back over to the fallen chair and thrusts it just hard enough to LiddleJ's throat that it starts to choke him. Without relieving pressure, Adams moves the mic to his lips.

Cole Adams: If you thought for one second that you are dealing with a no action bitch... you were sadly mistaken. This is your wake up call, LiddleJ. Next Wednesday, I'm going to finish the job that I started tonight.

Adams removes the chair from LiddleJ's throat and tosses it aside. Leaning over LiddleJ, Adams trash talks him off mic for a few seconds before tossing the mic aside and heading out of the ring.







Frodo is sitting back in his office with Sarah; he's looking over some notes and things.

"Hey, babe. Shane said he trusts me to make this show great again, so I need to make some changes to the rules for Warfare. "

"Like?"






"More rapes."

"We need more rape matches. In fact, the universal title match will be a rape match. And we don't allow drug use anymore. Nothing, not even alcohol. Everyone has to be perfectly sober at all times. No tobacco, either. And we only allow people to wrestle naked. But, only after they pop viagra. Everyone fights naked with erections. And. And. And Peter Gilmour has to start every match of his by sucking me off. And every show opens with a prayer to me, Frodo."


"That sounds like a lot of useless things. Will Shane go for it?"

"He did tell me to do what was needed to make the show great again. This will tickle his tater nice. We have a great list of talent, and we'll do well if we use them the right way. This should work out well for everyone."

Sarah contemplates what an amazing place the XWF will be with all Frodo's new rules in place as the camera cuts back to ringside...







LomoGoldo
- vs -
Scotty Beast
Standard Match


Frienzone by LomoGold plays as LomoGoldo begins walking slowly to the ring, gangsta style, smoking weed.

We hear LomoGoldo's entrance music, and he steps out onto the stage! He stops and waits! Scotty Beast walks out onto the stage in a banana hammock eating a greasy pork sandwich! LomoGoldo superkicks Beast off the stage into the bins of shit waiting to be used in the Buried in Shit match later on tonight! Scotty Beast pulls his greasy pork sandwich out of the shit and takes another bite! He fiddles around with his hand beneath the shit level and pulls his hand back up holding his banana hammock! Scotty Beast is eating a shit covered pork sandwich in a bin of shit while naked!

The referee raises LomoGoldo's hand, in what must be an impromptu Buried in Shit match!


Katie: Your winner is LomoGoldo, who can celebrate with me in his fitting room later.










Kristin Silver
- vs -
Fontanna
- vs -
Mike Emerick
Xtreme Rules, 1 Fall


Welcome Home by Twizted plays as the Light's in the arena go out! White strobe light's start flashing on the entrance ramp as "Welcome Home" by Twizted blares through the PA. Fontanna walks on to the stage...head bowed down. He walks to the ring not making eye contact with anyone. He stops on the ramp and then slowly turns his head towards the entrance...when "The Queen of Halloween" Nikkie Haven walks out onto the stage. She joins Fontanna on the ramp and the pair walk down to the ring. Fontanna slides in the ring...he offers his hand for Nikkie to climb into the ring! He kisses her hand and leads her back out of the ring as we await the start of the match.

Ultranumb by Blue Stahli plays over the PA as Mike Emerick walks out, bloodstained towel over his head. He walks to the ring not looking at anyone, not even his opponent, just looking down at the ground. When he enters the ring, he looks to his left and right before taking off the towel, causing corner pyro to burst into the air. Mike Emerick tries to cover the large scar on his face before catching a glimpse at his opponent. He slowly lowers his hands and a sick smile forms on his face as he watches his next victim, or patent t as he considers them.

Kristen is already in the ring waiting for it to begin.



The bell rings, and right away both men charge at Kristen and begin to double team her.

Katie: Lucky. I need a good double teaming.

Crack: Katie, seriously. You need Jesus.

Katie: Momma hasn't gotten laid in a while, ago? I need some dick.

Back in the ring Silver is slumped against the ropes, and Fontanna turns to jack Emerick in the jaw. Emerick sees this, ducks it, and throws a solid uppercut to Fontanna's midsection, stumbling him back and knocking the wind out of him. Freddy is backing up, and trying to catch his breath while Emerick charges and delivers a jaw shattering Superman punch. Fontanna hits the ropes, and is caught with a big boot that topples him out of the ring, and onto the pavement below. Mike jumps to the top rope in a single leap, turns his back to Fontanna and leaps off for a moonsault.

Fontanna has managed to roll out of the way, causing Emerick to hit the floor with a hard thud. Freddy is up and digging around the ring for something. Mike is on the ground holding his back, while Fontanna pulls something from under the ring. It's a Shovel, he has a shovel in his hands now.

Crack: Shovel Knight?

Fontanna goes over towards the downed Emerick and begins to bash him with the shovel. Once, twice, thrice. Three times a lady! Fontanna has dropped the shovel three times right on M.E.'s junk, almost ensuring that Mike will not be having a good night. Mike is holding himself while Fontanna lifts the shovel once more, and straightens it out so that it will fall point first, and he goes to drop it right on Mike's throat. It misses as Mike rolls out of the way, and kicks Fontanna in the leg, sending him down to the ground. Emerick is up, and goes for the shovel, but not before he gets caught in the back of the head with a baseball bat from Nikki. Emerick crumbles, and Nikki runs back away to hide by Crack and Katie.

Crack: Girl, we should hook up some time. Ignore that bitch, Fontanna, come ride with me.

Katie: She's pregnant with his child. You need Jesus.

Crack: You recorded videos of you being anal fucked by three black dudes while pregnant. Lemme try and get some, kay?

With Fontanna and Emerick down they both begin to crawl over to the barricade, while punching at each other. With a soft chuckle, Fontanna pops to his feet early, and goes for the shovel again. But, Emerick has already gotten to his feet, and is ready for him. Fontanna is ready to swing that shovel, but Emerick grabs something from the audience, and tosses it to Fontanna, who drops the shovel to catch it. It's a baby. Mike Emerick has just tossed Fontanna a baby for some reason.

Katie: Awww, look at him holding the baby. FONTANNA, PUT A BABY IN ME!

Nikki shoots Katie a glance, and Emeirck runs and hits a drop kick right in Fontanna's chest. He goes down, but manages to keep the baby from getting hurt. And then he looks at it, and sees that it's just a plastic doll. He throws it against the barricade and begins to get to his feet, but not before Emerick is back on him with a running kick to the ribs that sends Fontanna towards into the barricade, right next to the fake baby. Emerick walks over and begins to kick Fontanna in the head as Freddy throws his hands up trying to protect his head. Emerick reels his foot back, and prepares for a massive kick the head, but Fontanna throws a fist to Emerick's nuts, which topples him, and scurries out of the way. Freddy gets up, and dives under the ring for something. Emerick, however, is ignoring this and slides into the ring. He grabs Silver, and lifts her in the air before dropping her with The Cure. The sitout spine buster leaves her motionless in the ring, and he goes for a pin.

...1












...2
















...THREE!!!

Crack: Your winner is Mike Emerick!

As soon as the pin is counted, Fontanna is back in the ring and begins to beat the holy hell out of Emerick with a lead pipe he's dug up. Fontanna raises the pipe and begins to bash Emerick's knee with it, the left one. He continues this until he's certain that Mike can't walk on his own. He drops the pipe and helps Silver to her feet. Fontanna, Silver, and Nikki all walk to the back together. Emerick lays in the ring celebrating his victory by holding his left knee.







Maverick
- vs -
Chris MacBeth
- vs -
Equinox
Double Buried in shit match
The last man NOT buried in shit wins


Oasis' Fucking in the Bushes plays as MacBeth saunters to ring like a baws.

Savior by Rise Against plays a Equinox leaps from the rafters with a parachute to land smack dab on the commentator's table. He disengages from the chute and walks into the ring.

Maverick is standing there waiting for it to begin.

As Maverick steps out onto the ramp, North Korean War Criminal hops from the top of the X-Tron! He lands next to Maverick and grabs him by the ear! He starts to shout at him at the top of his lungs in Korean! Maverick nods his head "yes" several times, and North Korean War Criminal pulls a North Korean flag out of his pocket! Maverick and North Korean War Criminal both hold the North Korean flag high and proud! Maverick dips his hand into the shit that Scotty Beast is still swimming in and scoops a handful of the authentic XWF feces in the bin out. He puts it to his lips and imbibes the liquid poop. He licks his lips and gives a thumbs up to the XWF Universe!

*SHIT BOY*SHIT BOY*SHIT BOY*SHIT BOY*

It is literally the loudest the XWF Universe has been since the last match.

Both Chris MacBeth and Equinox are leaning on the top rope, watching what's happening. The referee taps on both their shoulders to let them know they have a match to finish. Both MacBeth and Equinox turn and face each other! The referee rings the bell! Equinox points at MacBeth, then at the vats of shit at the top of the ramp! MacBeth points at Equinox and then at the vats himself! The fans are going crazy!

We see there's a special VIP section ringside for the match! LeBron James, Demi Lovato, and Jared Leto are actually inside the perimeter of the barricade! Holy fucking shit!

They're all holding their noses, due to the fact there are huge vats of shit in the arena! Suddenly, we see two men hop the barricade in hoodies and run to the announce booth, taking the headsets from the children. They reveal their faces to be announcers Nick Diamond and Johnny Gomez!

DIAMOND: This is it, folks, this is the huge type of payoff match that can only happen in the XWF. Ladies and gentlemen, Chris MacBeth and Equinox are about to go into an endeavor to end their fierce hatred for one another.

GOMEZ: That's right, Nick. The buried in shit match, the be all, end all x-treme match in the whole universe.

Both MacBeth and Equinox are leaning on the top rope, watching this all happen. The referee gets their attention again and both men tie up! They tumble out of the ring and to the floor! Equinox nails MacBeth is a right! He picks him up and delivers a Falcon Arrow!

DIAMOND: Huge impact there, Johnny.

GOMEZ: Correct, Nick. Equinox certainly has the size advantage here tonight.

DIAMOND: And he's sure pressing that advantage!

Equinox picks Chris MacBeth up, and whips him into the barricade. MacBeth hops to the top of the barricade! He runs along it and jumps, hitting Equinox with a diving hurricanrana. The fans are going wild for this fast paced action! Chris MacBeth climbs onto the ring apron, and springboards off the second rope with a moonsault onto Equinox. Equinox counters by getting his knees up!

GOMEZ: Equinox with a savvy counter there, Nick.

DIAMOND: Savvy and brutal. Does MacBeth even have a rib cage anymore?

Equinox scoops Chris MacBeth off the ground after standing. He starts to carry MacBeth up the ramp, towards the vats of shit. Equinox gets to the top of the ramp, and points at the bin of shit that Scotty Beast is swimming in. The poker playing cowboys seem embroiled in their card game! Chris MacBeth squirms free of Equinox's shoulder! He delivers a dropkick, and Equinox careens into the bin of shit, getting buried!







Ginger Snaps
- vs -
Travis McCoy
- vs -
Joey Menos
Submission match
1st Fall wins it all


The crowd is ecstatic as "Red" by Chevelle hits, but soon after a few boos are spread about, making this a mixed reaction. Travis "The Real" McCoy saunters through the curtains and down the ramp, as "Red" continues to play... Travis stops at the apron, glaring out across the expanse of XWF faithful, a sneer spread 'cross his face. He takes the steps up to the apron, and stops... As soon as the words "SO LAY DOWN, the threat is real" hit, Trav raises both clenched fists to the air and fire explodes from the ring posts. A slight smirk plays at his mouth, before he steps into the ring, ready for the battle ahead...


Joey Menos walks down the ring and gives everyone the finger as he walks, then he rolls into the ring and sits on the top turnbuckle as he awaits for the third and final opponent of this encounter.

Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield begins to play as Ginger bounces down to the ring as the song plays. She waves to the fans and blows kisses. Ginger slides into the ring and as "Pocketful of Sunshine" continues to play, Travis and her immediately go at it, as the bell rings and the song dies out. Joey simply watches the action from the post.

Travis is rocked by a few fists, but he soon over powers the much smaller Ginger, who he irish whips, but pulls back in for a gargantuan clothesline from hell. The woman flips about two times mid-ring, before crashing in a heap to the canvas. Ginger reaches the ropes, using them to help her to her feet, but Travis lands a few elbows to the back of Snaps' head while she attempts to rise back up. She fights through, turns, and knees Travis in the gut before springboarding off the middle rope, flipping backwards over Trav's head, catching him by the top of his noggin and bringing him crashing down with a reverse X-Factor.

Ginger stands back up, and spots Menos, who's still sittng on the post, eating a gat dam ham sammich. Menos notices Ginger noticing him. He takes another bite out of his sandwich, as Travis stands up behind Ginger. Ginger sticks her tongue out at Menos, who chuckles, before poiinting behind her... Travis crushes Ginger with a HUGE 'Spiriti of St. Louis' discus big boot, sending her flailing across the ring before rolling out to the floor outside. Travis rolls out himself, confronting Ginger face to face. They hold a bit of a verbal sparring session, building off the words they traded prior to tonight's contest.

Inside the ring, Menos continues to chow down on his ham and cheese sandwhich, which is apparently more important to this black boy from the hood than the match he's currently a part of. How the fuck he went from looking like Dean Maleno's twin brother to a cast-off from In Living Color is anyone's guess, but as Peter "Mandingo" Gilmour would say, I digress. And if you don't understand that nickname, fuck you.

Ginger spears Travis, pushing him back a few steps, but she can't propel him very far with the manuevre. Ginger goes for a boot to the gut, but Travis catches it, reels her in and drops her with a snap fisherman's suplex. Travis then heads over to the steel steps, pulls off the top set and chucks it to the side. He then brings Ginger up to the top of the steps by the scruff of her neck, before loading her up for the 'Seeing Red' spinning, inverted piledriver.

Travis goes for the patented move, but Ginger cuts him off at the pass, backdropping the large man up and over, spine smashing upon the concrete floor. She crumples to her knees from the arduous task of lifting the big man, but Travis looks the worse for wear, back hitting the floor with a tremendous thud. Meanwhile, Menos is still eating that goddamned ham sandwhich, lookin' like a pig in slop. Black slop. ... Cuz he's black now. Till next week. Damn Mexican.

Ginger slowly moves from the steps, reaching under the ring and grabbing a wrench. She goes to strike McCoy in the back of the skull, but somehow he noticed her coming.... Travis reels around with a haymaker, leveling Snaps and sending the wrench spiinng across the cement floor, careening about five or six feet away. "The Real McCoy" drops a knee to the side of Snaps' head, before pulling her back up... before unceremiously being struck to the side of the head by a lightning quick enziguri. Travis drops to a knee, and Ginger follows up with a shining wizard that sends McCoy flat on the floor.

Ginger hops up on the apron, before climbing on top of the ring post... she turns her head toward McCoy, who is slowly pulling himself back up to a vertical base... Ginger launches off the top turnbuckle, hooks her legs around Travis' head, snapping off an AMAZING dragonrana to the outside. Travis rolls across the cement from the high-risk, high-reward move at the hands [and legs] of the feisty, driven young red head.

Menos is now putting some mayonaise on what's left of his ham sammich. He takes a HUGE bite out of the sandwhich, just like McGruff taking a bite out of crime. You know, if a talking cartoon dog could do shit all avout real life crime. Fuckin' Mexican.

FUCKIN' MEXICAN NEEDS A WALL BUILT AROUND HIM.

Ginger mounts Travis and begins to deliever rights and lefts-ah-plenty. She then reaches under the ring once more and pulls out a TABLE! The XWF Galaxy cheer cuz it's time to get some wood!!! Travis slowly brings himself back up to a standing stance, dropping an axe handle smash over the back of Ginger as she pulls out the table, causing her to double over in pain. McCoy rolls Ginger into the ring under the bottom rope, before sliding the table in, McCoy then rolls in, before rushing toward Menos, who finishes his final bite...SMACK, Trav nails Menos in the mouth with a powerful big boot, aimed directly for his grill. Menos is sent tumbling to the ground, choking on that last bit of ham thanks to the kick to his face right before he finished his last bite. Travis grabs a handful of Ginger's gorgeous red locks.


He loads her up, and lifts her up for the Real McCoy... POWERSLAM, right through the table!


Splinters and pieces of metal obliterate and spread across the ring, as McCoy locks in the Sugar Hold........











........


















He's got it locked in tight!















...........................and she taps! McCoy stands up from the broken body of Ginger Snaps, proud smile across his face. He leans down, speaking audibly;

"I told you, dear Ginger. You're the 'entertainment' in Sports Entertainment. I'm the former. I'm a wrestler, and you just got shown exactly what a WRESTLER does... take this as a lesson, you Felicity wannabe."

He then rises once again, bowing sarcastically, before rolling out of the ring and walking pridefully up the ramp, as "The Red" triumphantly plays the scene out.







Cain
- vs -
Ghost Tank
Gates of Hell Match
Hell in a cell with flaming corpses lining the cage


"Catch Your Breath" by CFO$ plays as the crowd goes silent following the entrance of Frodo mother fucking Smackins, and await the arrival of he who was once gone. He who is known as "The Master of Pain". He who has been called "The Last Son of Eden".

Suddenly, the lights die down throughout the entire arena... red strobe lights pulsate along with the sound of the heartbeat, static appearing on the jumbotron. The lights in the gorilla position begin flashing white and the huge silhouette of an inhuman looking being stands there, with spikes jutting out of it's shoulders. The camera changes focus to the gorilla position, and as the ambient noise comes to a halt with get a fast zoom in followed by a set of red eyes flashing in the darkness as the lights die again.

"Cain Is Here." Flashes across the screen, and the lights come up to a dim red hue as the guitars of the music drive the crowd into a frenzy. Cain stands at the top of the ramp, the original Cain, dressed in black from head to toe with a black leather duster hanging from his huge body, spike jutting forth from his shoulders.

As he slowly makes his way down to the ring, he stops from time to time, making Frodo mother fucking Smackins wait. He continues down to ringside, staring at the crowd a moment before lifting the bottom of his duster and ascending the steel stairs.

Never taking his eyes off of Frodo mother fucking Smackins, locked onto Frodo mother fucking Smackins with a cold death stare. He slowly removes his duster and the lights come up. Just when Frodo mother fucking Smackins think he's done, he nods his head and his eyes flash, flames erupting from the ringoosts...making you jump.

Cain smirks and the fans chant "Son-of-Ed-en" with rhythm.

Ghost Division by Sabaton plays through the PA as Alysia begins to dance with juggling torches that have been lit. The lights get brighter, then darker, at least for a bit before the light darkens, and a strobe light begins its dance as Ghost Tank slowly makes his way out. Alysia would start to bring the torches closer to her body, lighting parts of herself and clothes on fire. Ghost Tank's voice rings through the arena

"The Pale Rider comes for you. He shall be unleashed!"

The sound of metal scraping against the ground rings through the arena. As the lights begin to brighten, it reveals the source, as he wears shackles around his ankles and wrists, with the chain connecting the two scraping along the ground. As he walks to Alysia, he pulls her to his chained up form, and she spins as she is pulled, causing the flames to spread then dissipate, changing into an elegant dress. After a kiss, he lets her go, yanks his arms apart in a lowercase t, and follows it up with yanking the ankle shackles off. Once down he rushes to the ring, leaping over the top rope, rolling forward and springing up to his feet. He then pounds his chest as he lets out a roar.

The bell rings and the men charge after each other like two runaway freight trains, colliding with each other with a loud thud. Neither man is fazed by the contact, and they lock up in the center of the ring. Tank, being the bigger of the two, overpowers Cain, hoisting him up and slamming him down to the mat with a vertical suplex.

Cain hits the mat and rolls over onto his knees before exploding to his feet with an uppercut that catches Tank off guard. Tank, rocked by the blow, stumbles back into the ropes, bouncing off and charging in with a huge lariat that knocks Cain down once again.

Tank drops an elbow across Cain's throat, then drags the Last Son of Eden out of the ring. Once on the floor, Cain breaks free of Tank's grasp and pushes him back, before throwing a series of punches that rock Tank, sending him stumbling backwards towards the cage and flaming corpses. Tank whips around and grabs one of the corpses, swinging it around like a bat and cracking Cain upside the head! Cain falls on his ass but gets back up and tackles GT into the cage while Tank's busy nursing the burns on his hands. Cain throws wild punches that cut up Tank's face, causing blood to leak down his cheeks.

Tank headbutts Cain and kicks him in the dick.

Cain falls back to the ground and Tank drops on top of him, throwing wild, mauling blows that return the favor. Now both men are busted open, shedding blood on the floor of this twisted creation.

Cain sees his own blood and goes APE SHIT! He blasts Tank with a series of strikes from the bottom and kicks Tank away, getting back to his feet with authority. Tank charges in again, and gets caught with a HUGE BELLY-TO-BELLY THAT SENDS HIM ACROSS THE FLOOR. Tank hits the ground hard, skidding across the concrete until he hits the steps with his feet.

Cain smiles a sinister grin before lifting up his foot to deliver a huge stomp onto Tank's face.

He
brings
his
foot
down.

But Tank's moved out of the way! He pulls Cain's other leg out from under him! Cain hits the ground, but Tank hasn't gotten back to his feet yet. The larger man struggles to get up to his knees. Tank collapses atop Cain and tries bash his brains in once more with a barrage of blows.

He then gets up, picking Cain up by the hair and rolling him into the ring before following him in. Tank ascends the top rope...

Cain struggles to his knees and grabs onto the ropes, shaking them with desperate intensity. Tank stumbles off his perch and lands face first on the mat! Cain bares his teeth as he gets back to his feet, slapping Tank on the back of the head. He then pulls Tank up and wraps one hand around his throat.

CHOKESLAM TO HELL!

Tank lands spread eagle on the mat! Cain goes for the cover.

...1













...2
























...KICKOUT!

Cain looks pissed! He delivers a couple elbows to Tank's head from the pinning position before getting back to his feet. Tank follows him up, seemingly energized by the blows. Tank fires back with a huge high knee that catches Cain off guard. He cinches in a waistlock and hoists Cain up!

GERMAN SUPLEX!

He rolls through.

ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!

He rolls through again!

ANOTH-NO! Cain blocks it, breaking through Tank's grasp! Cain hits the ropes and comes back in, looking for DAS BOOT!

NO! Tank ducks and sweeps Cain's leg out from under him again!

He quickly rushes for the top rope, making a cutthroat gesture right before leaping off.

ASHES FALL!

THE BIG MAN NAILS THE PHOENIX SPLASH!

THE COVER!

...1
















...2






















...THREE!!!

Crack: Your winner is my nigga Ghost Tank!




... Suddenly, the lights go out!



The same image from last week once again appears on the X-Tron!

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Katie: Oh fuck, that's not good.

Crack: Not again!

The lights then turn back on, but only dimly. The low light, however, allows us to see a odd sight. The burning corpses have disappeared! Now, instead of Corpses lining the cage, we have plague doctors! The disturbing men ling on to the cage, covering it in a sea of black cloaks and pale white masks. Other doctors stand at ringside, surrounding the cage. Ghost Tank and Cain both stop fighting, looking at the soulless masks that surround them and thinking, "What the hell is going on?"

Suddenly the lights go out again! Unlike last time, however, no image appears on the X-Tron. When the lights come back on, the doctors are gone, leaving the cage bare, but so is Cain! Cain is nowhere to be seen in or out of the ring!

Crack: Did he run away like a pussy or something?

Katie: Cain may be gone, but Ghost Tank is not alone! Look!

Standing behind Ghost Tank is none other than self proclaimed death himself, Mike Emerick. Not only is Mike Emerick in the cage, he is wearing Ghost Tank's trademark mask! Ghost Tank, sensing an unfamiliar presence, turns around, meeting face to face with Mike Emerick! Seeing that M.E is wearing his own mask and angry that he would dare interfere in his match for the second straight week now, G.T lets out a primal scream and throws a punch. Mike Emerick counters, however, and ducks the punch! When Ghost Tank turns around to try and deliver a second haymaker, Mike Emerick scoops him up and plants him with the Sit-out Spinebuster he calls The Cure! Both the impact of the move and damage from earlier in the match cause Ghost Tank to lie on the canvas, motionless. Suddenly Mike Emerick then cackles in the air, walking towards the turnbuckles!

Katie: What does this sick bastard have planned now?

Mike Emerick climbs to the top rope, a smile forming across his face. He then jumps off and delivers a PHEONIX SPLASH! ASHES FALL!

Crack: What the actual fuck? That's Ghost Tank's move!

Katie: This throws the "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" statement out the window!

Ghost Tank clutches his chest, in pain both physically and mentally. Mike Emerick stands above him, still wearing Ghost Tank's mask, and raises his arms in a Jesus-like pose. Finally, the lights go out again.

Crack: You know, the lights going out gets less scary after the third time in a row!

When the lights come back on, everything seems to be back to normal. The burning corpses once again line the cage and a confused Cain is back in the ring! Ghost Tank, however, still lies on the ground, clutching his chest.







Luca Arzegotti
Rebel Star
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Nico LaVey
Ophelia McVeigh
Tornado Tag Team Match
Guest Ref: Austin Fernando


The opening synths of "In the Clouds" by Under the Influence of Giants play, and the arena drowns in strobe lights of altering colors. The crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers and boos as that 4 x better than the best muthafucka Luca Arzegotti makes his way down to the ring, wearing a pair of comically oversized sunglasses and clapping off-rhythm. He takes the sunglasses off at ringside, slides them down his pants, then chucks them into the crowd before getting into the ring.

Porcelain and the tramps' Gasoline plays as Rebel Star appears; motionless for a moment, at the top of the ramp before making a dash to the ring. Sliding beneath the bottom rope, she bounds quickly to her feet, climbs the turnbuckles, perches herself at the top and waits there for the fight to begin.

"Coming Undone" by Korn plays through the PA as Nico starts walking out with his cane in his hand. When he gets to the ring, he leans his cane against the barricade and goes up the steps. When the song gets to "That's right!" he leans on the ring post and analyzes the crowd. He enters when the chorus starts. He goes up onto the turnbuckle and throws up two crossed arms in the shape of an inverted cross.

Ophelia is already in the ring waiting.

The bell rings, and Luca and Nico instinctively lock up while Rebel charges at Ophelia. Luca and Nico are trading blows back and forth, with Nico dominating it. He grabs Luca by the torso, lifts him into the air, and drops him with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Meanwhile Rebel has Ophelia locked in a Seated Fujiwara Armbar, while he grabs for the ropes. He's reaching for them, He grabs the ropes right as Nico hits a solid kick right to the jaw of Luca, who had just started to get back up, but is now back on the mat with a thud. Rebel has released her grip on Nico, and he's starting to get to his feet. Star is up on hers, and throws an elbow right to the back of Ophelia's head, toppling him into the ropes. LaVey has dropped a knee solidly right on Luca's neck, and is holding it there. Luca is throwing punches to get free, and the crowd is going nuts cheering for Luca, but he is struggling to get free from under Nico's knee. Until Rebel comes over, and roundhouse kicks Nico right in the temple, sending him to the ground beside Arzegotti. She then leans down and helps Luca to his feet. Austin comes over and tries to help, but Rebel pushes him away.

Nico springs up on his feet again, ready to defend himself. Star and Luca begin an onslaught of fists and kicks on him, while he manages to try and fight them off the best he can. Austin attempts to join in the attack, but Rebel punches him square in the jaw while Luca laughs. Austin falls to the ground, and Ophelia runs over to try and help him up, but ends up tripping over Austin, and laying in a heap on top of him.

Crack: ...1








Katie: ...2





And Austin manages to kick out and avoid losing his title to Ophelia, but only just. Meanwhile, Nico has stemmed the tides of this attack, by catching one of Rebel's fists, twisting her, and getting her with the Full Nelson Slam. She goes down, and Luca tries to help her up but he's also caught with a Full Nelson Slam. With both Luca and Rebel down, Nico decides to cover them both at the same time. Austin refuses to count the pin, though. Ophelia is now up, and yelling for him to count it, as well.

Katie: Come on, mother fucker. Stop being a limp dick cock sucker and count the pin. Get over your love of Luca.

Rebel kicks out of the pin and forces Nico off of Luca as well. Both Luca and Rebel begin to drop the boots on LaVey's body as Austin decks Ophelia, and down he goes. Austin begins to kick Ophelia in the ribs while Nico is being dominated by Arzegotti and Rebel, he can't catch a breath before another boot hits him in the ribs. He's coughing up blood, and sputtering, but not giving up.

Crack: Come on Austin, do your job and stop attacking Ophelia. Look at how Nico is being done. Call this shit over or something.

There's a pause, just long enough and Nico grabs a hold of Rebel's leg, and brings her down to the ground. He climbs on top of her and begins to beat the hell out of her face. Austin stops his assault on Ophelia, and Ophelia runs towards Luca, who catches him with a Get Away Driver, and goes for a quick pin on him. Austin catches this, and rushes over to count it.

...1














...2


Boot to the head. Nico had jumped off of Rebel in time to kick Luca in the head and break the pin.





Suddenly, Chris Mercy lowers from the rafters like he's Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible!

The whole crowd is losing their shit, but why is Mercy interrupting the match? All the competitors, including special referee Austin Fernando, look up at Mercy instantly realizing what he's coming for! The 24/7 X-treme champ wastes no time heading to the ropes to exit the ring but Chris Mercy...




... pulls out a Taser gun!



Austin Fernando's eyes then go wide open, this couldn't be good. Before The Superior One can escape, Chris Mercy pulls the trigger, causing the wires of the Taser to stick in Fernando's flesh! Surely Fernando could have countered or escaped if anyone had been seen just running to the ring to attack him, but nobody could have seen this coming!

Fernando can't even scream before thousands of volts travel through his body, causing him to go into a seizure like state and his body to start smoking. Finally, Fernando falls to the ground, motionless except for the occasional twitch. By this point, Mercy has been lowered to the ground. He looks down at Fernando, laughs, and says,

CHRIS MERCY: Look at the bright side, the bounty is now firmly off your head. Bad news, however, is your title is being taken away as well!

Mercy then puts one foot on the near dead body of Fernando, waiting patently until GLADIATOR runs to the ring!

He slides in and slams his hand down for the...

...1!

Gladiator stands to his feet and is signalling for the bell as Austin Fernando finally kicks out, but why is Gladiator calling for the bell?

Glad makes his way over to the announcer and whispers something in their ear.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. Gladiator, the overlord of all things 24/7 in the XWF Kingdom, has informed me that he has officially reduced the count from 3 to 1 for the X-treme Championship, as he promised several days ago if Austin Fernando did not meet his demands with more entertaining kick outs!

The fans let out a stunned reaction and a major commotion begins. Austin Fernando can't believe his eyes as Glad hands Chris Mercy the X-treme Championship Belt in short order and raises the man's hand high for all to see!


New X-Treme Champion:
Chris Mercy


Chris Mercy holds the title in his hands and looks at it, almost in disbelief. "Wasn't this supposed to be difficult?" he surely was thinking to himself. Suddenly, a loud cough is heard. Mercy looks up to see Luca, Rebel Star, LaVey, and McVeigh staring at him, annoyed that he interrupted the match. Shrugging his shoulders, Chris Mercy leaves the ring with Gladiator, title in hand and ready to claim his bounty of $150,000, which might be what Gladiator is handing him right now in that fat envelope.

As Chris Mercy leaves, he looks around cautiously, watching for anyone lurking in the shadows looking to take his title...

TO BE CONTINUED

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#2
03-17-2016, 08:30 PM

OOC: Goddamn, you portrayed Nico nearly exactly as I imagine him. The only part I didn't like was when you said he "wasn't giving up", but that's more of a minor nitpick.

...Are you fucking serious? I coughed up blood only for my match to NOT EVEN FUCKING END?! NO FUCKING PINFALL WAS MADE ON MYSELF, LUCA, REBEL, OR MCVEIGH! RESTART THE FUCKING MATCH BEFORE I THROW GLADIATOR IN THERE MYSELF!

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#3
03-17-2016, 08:52 PM

Trax is in his locker room in his wrestling gear, shadow boxing, warming up for his match. A TV that is rested on a steel chair in front of Trax is displaying the events that have just transpired in the ring. Trax stops his warm up routine for a second and smirks.

Damn, #FernGotScrewed. Hey he did once admit to me he wishes he was black, tonight he got screwed over by the man, so now he knows how it feels like.



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#4
03-17-2016, 09:41 PM

Quote:Standing behind Ghost Tank is none other than self proclaimed death himself, Mike Emerick. Not only is Mike Emerick in the cage, he is wearing Ghost Tank's trademark mask! Ghost Tank, sensing an unfamiliar presence, turns around, meeting face to face with Mike Emerick! Seeing that M.E is wearing his own mask and angry that he would dare interfere in his match for the second straight week now, G.T lets out a primal scream and throws a punch. Mike Emerick counters, however, and ducks the punch! When Ghost Tank turns around to try and deliver a second haymaker, Mike Emerick scoops him up and plants him with the Sit-out Spinebuster he calls The Cure! Both the impact of the move and damage from earlier in the match cause Ghost Tank to lie on the canvas, motionless. Suddenly Mike Emerick then cackles in the air, walking towards the turnbuckles!

Katie: What does this sick bastard have planned now?

Mike Emerick climbs to the top rope, a smile forming across his face. He then jumps off and delivers a PHEONIX SPLASH! ASHES FALL!

Crack: What the actual fuck? That's Ghost Tank's move!

Katie: This throws the "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" statement out the window!

Ghost Tank clutches his chest, in pain both physically and mentally. Mike Emerick stands above him, still wearing Ghost Tank's mask, and raises his arms in a Jesus-like pose. Finally, the lights go out again.

Ghost Tank sat backstage, chuckling then coughed softly as he recovered from the splash.

"Mike, thank you. Thank you for showing me once again that you're not capable of taking my mantle away. Besides... did you think you could have beaten Cain? Death has beaten Immortality, in his own match. You couldn't beat Morbid and I back in January. What makes you think you could do anything significant? Why do you bother, Mike? You're never going to face me. You're never going to goad me into a match, because you're just so... You're so...

Plain.

You are trying to take my mantle away. It's like if I decided to take from Cain that now I am Immortal. It doesn't work, now does it? You're just, ignorant. You're trying to go against someone who has no interest in your challenges, and will keep what' is his, in spite of all your attacks.

You're a loser, Emerick. You try and you try, but, all you will be, is a loser. You will get no match from me until you prove yourself. Until, do your worst. I'll get better, I'll get stronger. You'll just be a fruit fly. Annoying the fuck out of me.

Oh and, thank you for performing my move without fucking up. It's a beautiful maneuver, isn't it? Maybe next time, you'll break your neck and it will cause you to reevaluate your life and make you see that you're no good at wrestling and you should try to come out of my shadow and be something else. Because by trying to living in my shadow, all you'll receive is pain that will annihilate you and break what's left of your shattered hopes and dreams."

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#5
03-17-2016, 09:54 PM

My apologizes to Austin Fernando, it's just business. You had a bounty on your head, and I claimed it. I would offer you a rematch, but you already have a title to keep yourself busy. As for Luca Arzegotti, Rebel Star, Ophelia McVeigh, and Nico McVey, sorry for interrupting your hard fought match. As I said, it's just business,

That said, however, a new era has begun, an era of Mercy. If any of you have a problem with me being the new X-Treme champion or just want a chance to grasp the brass ring, feel free to talk to me personally about a match. I'm looking forward for the challenges that await, some of you have great bounties on your heads....

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#6
03-17-2016, 10:01 PM

(03-17-2016, 09:54 PM)Chris Mercy Said: ,

...a new era has begun, an era of Mercy.

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#7
03-18-2016, 12:18 AM

"Alright Ghost Tank, now I'm starting to get mad,"

"How can you be so spineless, so dense, so WEAK, that you won't face M.E like a man!"

"I've attacked you countless times, have beaten you within a inch of your life, and yet you still go on like I'm not a threat to you?"

"This is why I'm calling myself the new incarnation of death, because you are an embarrassment to it!"

"I have grown stronger, as shown by my domination over Shade and Pringle Boi and my resistance to the attacks of Fortanna and Lomogoldo, and have shown my new powers countless times now, yet you're still treating M.E like he's still the punk from Amchorage, Alaska!"

"Speaking of Fortanna, you and me aren't done yet, far from it."

"Anyway, I have changed! I'm no longer the weak man of flesh you faced with precious Morbid that fateful Wednesday night, I'm strong, GOD LIKE. Had Morbid Angel not left the XWF in shame after losing to a little redhead girl, I would have destroyed him! He wouldn't stand a chance against M.E at this stage, so I suggest you stop looking at the past and come face to face with the present, the now, M.E."

"I will show you my power one last time, not through a beat down, not through preforming your own moves, not through wearing your mask, but through beating someone you say I can't beat!"

"Cain, you so called Immortal, you shall end up like Ghost Tank did tonight, humble, broken, beaten."

"Tank, if you don't see that I'm your superior by the time I make enteral life a living hell for Cain, I will have to resort to drastic measures....."


Mike Emerick then lowers his voice, almost like he's talking to himself.

"A mansion in Chicago, Illinois shouldn't be that hard to spot..."

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#8
03-18-2016, 12:50 AM

about time someone pinned that loser Fernando! congrats Mr. Mercy.. but ur reign won't last ;)

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#9
03-18-2016, 12:54 AM

(03-18-2016, 12:50 AM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said: about time someone pinned that loser Fernando! congrats Mr. Mercy.. but ur reign won't last ;)

It didn't. #rekt

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#10
03-18-2016, 12:54 AM

obviously

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#11
03-18-2016, 04:27 AM

(03-18-2016, 12:18 AM)Mike Emerick Said: "Alright Ghost Tank, now I'm starting to get mad,"

"How can you be so spineless, so dense, so WEAK, that you won't face M.E like a man!"

"I've attacked you countless times, have beaten you within a inch of your life, and yet you still go on like I'm not a threat to you?"

"This is why I'm calling myself the new incarnation of death, because you are an embarrassment to it!"

"I have grown stronger, as shown by my domination over Shade and Pringle Boi and my resistance to the attacks of Fortanna and Lomogoldo, and have shown my new powers countless times now, yet you're still treating M.E like he's still the punk from Amchorage, Alaska!"

"Speaking of Fortanna, you and me aren't done yet, far from it."

"Anyway, I have changed! I'm no longer the weak man of flesh you faced with precious Morbid that fateful Wednesday night, I'm strong, GOD LIKE. Had Morbid Angel not left the XWF in shame after losing to a little redhead girl, I would have destroyed him! He wouldn't stand a chance against M.E at this stage, so I suggest you stop looking at the past and come face to face with the present, the now, M.E."

"I will show you my power one last time, not through a beat down, not through preforming your own moves, not through wearing your mask, but through beating someone you say I can't beat!"

"Cain, you so called Immortal, you shall end up like Ghost Tank did tonight, humble, broken, beaten."

"Tank, if you don't see that I'm your superior by the time I make enteral life a living hell for Cain, I will have to resort to drastic measures....."


Mike Emerick then lowers his voice, almost like he's talking to himself.

"A mansion in Chicago, Illinois shouldn't be that hard to spot..."

"You haven't, Mike. You haven't changed at all. It's sad, really. All you are, is a child throwing a tantrum. "I wanna be Death! I WANNAIWANNAIWANNAIWANNA!" So you decide to attack me. Yet, while you have attacked me, which one of us is letting his emotions rule him? You could never be Death, Emerick. Could never beat Death. You're still the same pathetic man that decided to crush my skull in. There's a reason why I'm so calm, Emerick. Because my family is with me at all times, and when I'm in the ring, they're protected by security and if he feels like it, Frodo. There's no chance of you ever touching my family, Emerick. So why try to threaten me? Do you think it's a big secret you've uncovered? "Ghost Tank lives in a mansion in Chicago." Seriously? Besides there's nothing you can do to that place, I haven't done myself. I've broken walls, t.v. sets, shattered bottles. Before I came back to my family home, before I added things on, the entire place had been burned. Not down, mind you, but it was set on fire. I haven't even asked for someone to fix the burned areas. I like the aesthetics of burned walls.

So, Emerick, what do you think you can ever do to me and mine? Because you're pathetic. You're weak. You're nothing more than a wannabe. You're trying too hard, and that's why I allow myself to get hurt by you. Because while I feel the pain, I laugh at every single solitary excuse of punishment you give me. You could've been good, except one little thing, Emerick.

I. Live."

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#12
03-18-2016, 06:48 AM

OOC: Again, I wrote a match; Ginger, Menos and Trav. If anyone wants a match written for a show, lemme know, and I'll handle it. ^__^

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#13
03-18-2016, 05:17 PM



Chris Macbeth's weak stomach gets the better of him as he can be seen throwing up into a trash can in his dressing room.

"Damn I can't shake the stench of that shit covered Equinox.


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#14
03-20-2016, 12:44 AM

(03-18-2016, 01:10 AM)#IceKing Qrownando Said: "Gilly calls me a loser...

Fails to realize I'm 3-0 against him LMAO."

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don't worry fernie.. there's always that first time.. too bad you'll never have it ;)

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Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion
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