"Alright, fagots, listen up. We're coming to you from the American Airlines Arena down in Miami, Florida. Bright lights and loud parties await for people seeking success here, at one of the hottest- both figuratively and literally- spots in America. Go nuts."
SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT: JULY 3RD, 2016
Skizzoid
John Black
- vs -
Shade
Luna Hightower Tag Team Match
Mike L. Green
- vs -
"The Future" Jose Gomez
- vs -
Dillinger Three Way Dance
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender Hart Title Match!
Ginger Snaps
- vs -
Jakob Davis Xtreme Rules
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender Intercontinental Title Match!
Robbie Bourbon
- vs -
Drezdin
- vs -
Kristen Silver Triple Threat No Holds Barred
The fans are currently going berserk inside the American Airlines Arena as the theme song for the event plays in the background.
The camera then pans over to the commentators for the event, Mike Stump and Gaylord Cockshafer. They begin talking up the event as the fans near them are looking wild.
Thomas Girard walks down to the ring, a martini in one hand as he casually sips it. Stepping through the ropes, he gestures for a microphone. He catches it with one hand as it comes sailing to the ring. Girard waits for the chatter to die down before speaking.
"Ladies and gentlemen... I am Thomas Girard. Some of you may know me from my actions on Warfare alongside fellow GM Frodo Smackins as well as the owner Vinnie Lane... but none of that matters now. I am now your new co-GM for Savage Saturday Night, and allow me to say..."
"WELCOME!"
"TO!"
"SAVAGE!"
The fans are going crazy with Girard's opening speech. A smirk can be seen as Girard drinks in the adoration, the cheering. Once it dies down again, he speaks.
"Now then, onto what tonight promises. Comme promis ce soir, we will be holding contender's matches for both the Intercontinental and Hart championships in what appear to be exciting matches. At least on paper. At worst we'll be getting the match quality that represented the backstage rep when Tyrone was still in power." Girard shrugs. "But, that's not important right now. What is important is making sure you people, the paying customers, go home happy. And I assure you, we're going to give you the best that we can bring. Now then, people in the first match, now's your time to shine!"
Girard steps out of the ring as Savage looks to get underway.
Skizzoid
John Black
- vs -
Shade
Luna Hightower Tag Team Match
Skizzoid is already in the ring.
What a Nigga Know? by KMD plays as John Black walks down to the ring, a serious expression no doubt on his face covered by his mask. The fans are booing him as he rolls inside the ring, his theme immediately cutting out.
Shade is pacing back and forth awaiting his entry to the ring when he is caught off guard and bashed in the back of his skull with an uplifted fence post. The camera focuses in on Shade and the attacker's feet. The attacker's hand comes into view and rips off Shade's mask and staples a new mask to his face, revealing the attacker to be LeStrange.
The focus switches to LeStrange, his twisted demeanor sending chills down the audience's spine. The twisted, trademark grin transitions to fury as he begins to stomp a mud hole in Shade, laughing maniacally.
LeStrange: Little brother, The clock has struck thirteen, brace for the punishment that has yet to be seen. Are you ready fucker, are you ready little cock biter. You journey into the Echo Side begins now. Welcome to the Karnevil.
I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin plays as Shade comes out and walks into the ring. He cricks his neck as Hope cheers him on from outside of the ring. No doubt the two of them seem ready for the match.
Hold the Sword by Whisper begins to play as Luna Hightower comes out to a mixed reaction. As she appears on the stage, she whips out her M-9 Bayonet and makes sure it's sharp and ready for battle. Sheathing it, Luna walks into the ring and stands in her team's corner, ready to start.
Skizzoid and Shade seem to be starting off for their respective teams as the bell rings.
Shade outstretches an arm, almost asking Skizzoid to lock up with him. Skizzoid obliges, and Shade almost immediately wins the lock-up by letting go of Skizzoid's arm and hitting him with a solid amateur wrestling takedown before quickly grabbing Skizzoid's left arm and going to work on that. Throwing a knee right at Skizzoid's elbow, Skizz yells out in pain as Shade doesn't look anywhere near done with his offense. He picks up Skizz, and performs an Irish Whip. On the rebound, Shade hits a solid spinebuster, causing Skizzoid to lose his breath. Meanwhile, Shade strolls to Luna and tags her in.
Luna picks up Skizzoid and immediately plants him back down with a MASSIVE DEATH TOUCH! Skizzoid immediately falls over to his corner, seemingly unconscious. Shaking his head, John Black tags himself in and darts right into the ring, going on offense. He immediately takes down Luna with a running forearm, and as Luna gets back up she gets sent right back down again, eating a running crossbody for her troubles. John Black goes for the pin...
1...
Kick-out.
John Black eyes up Shade in the corner before chuckling and picking up Luna. He tries going for a body slam, but he took too long! Luna hops out of it and gives JB a German Suplex before tagging in Shade.
Shade immediately bounces in, and him and John Black are immediately trading blows, neither one getting a true edge. Shade wins the back-and-forth however when he kicks JB in the gut, and then proceeds to go for an Irish-Whip. On the return John Black absolutely floors Shade with a massive clothesline. As Shade tries getting back up, JB bounces off the ropes and hits a beautiful Shining Wizard. Picking up Shade, JB lands the Blastarr! Pin by JB!
1...
2...
Broken up by Luna. Luna takes JB and drives his shoulder into the ring post before the referee shooes Luna out of the ring. Both Shade and JB get up at around the same time, but due to JB having to shake feeling back into his shoulder, Shade goes on the offense by driving a knee right into JB's gut. Throwing him into his team's corner, Shade tags in Luna before going on his hands and knees a small distance away from JB. Luna nods, understanding where Shade is getting at. Going to her team's corner, Luna sprints towards Shade and executes a flawless Poetry in Motion!
As JB slumps to the floor, Luna picks him up and hits another DEATH TOUCH! JB rolls over unconscious as Luna goes for the pin.
1...
2...
3!
Winners: Shade and Luna Hightower!
The camera pans over to Thomas Girard perusing some papers as an unknown figure knocks on the door.
"Come in," Girard sighs as he puts down his papers, taking notice as Frodo Smackins walked through the door. "Frodo, what a surprise. What are you doing here?" Girard walks out of his seat and walks over to the King of the Midgets, only to get gut punched.
"What the hell?!" Girard manages to breathe out as he kneels over in pain.
". Did you think you could run away from me because you're the Savage GM now? No, you're still my bitch. Remember the shock collar I placed on you last Warfare?" Frodo whips out a remote and presses the button on said remote, causing Girard to convulse with pain as the electricity pulses through his body.
"What do you want?" Girard asks, seemingly out of breath.
"I'm just reminding you who's in charge is all. Seeing as how you're taking over from that shitty computer and helping out Arch, I better see that this show does good, otherwise that pain you just felt? Is gonna be ten times worse. Understand?" Not even waiting for an answer, Frodo walks out Girard's office as he lies on the floor.
The camera pans back out to the ring as the fans look set for the next match.
Mike L. Green
- vs -
"The Future" Jose Gomez
- vs -
Dillinger Three Way Dance
Mike L. Green is already in the ring.
The middle of the ring lights up with the LA symbol as Jose Gomez walks out to the ring.
"Ode to the End" hits the speakers and the lights momentarily dim as a hush covers the audience. Suddenly, a single blue spotlight shines down on the stage entrance and Dillinger emerges as a bright blast of cerulean and azure explosions greet him from either side of the stage. The audience reacts with extreme love and hate towards Dillinger's appearance yet he pays them no mind as he strides down the ramp, eyes locked straight forward and the single blue spotlight following him on his journey to the ring. He climbs the steel steps and enters the squared circle, turning his attention to the crowd while a smirk slowly slides across his face and the lights return to normal. This causes another exuberant rise of mixed feelings as Dillinger takes his position and awaits the fight.
Dillinger stands in the ring, poised and waiting. Mike waddles towards Gomez, who can't take this tub of lard seriously as an opponent. He looks at Dillinger to see if this is a serious thing. Dillinger just shrugs and chuckles. Meme gets right up in Gomez' grill and starts to yell racial slurs. Dillinger is just laughing at this sight as Gomez just hauls off and decks Meme right across the jaw. Meme wobbles like he's going to collapse, and Dillinger helps give him the push he needs with a spear that sends him atop Gomez. The ref slides into to count the pin, but Dillinger pulls Gomez out from under the giant fat roll of disgusting human that is Mike. Mike is laid out on the ground, trying to roll around and get up. This isn't easy as it would be for a normal person, partially because Mike is the size of a beluga whale, and partially because he's being kicked in the face by Gomez. Dillinger is still standing back and laughing as this happens. The fans are going completely nuts for this display of brutality. There are chants of "Kick him again!" and some people are chanting "Go back to Mexico" This crowd is clearly divided.
Dillinger breaks this up by charging him and grabbing the Spic Strangler for an inverted suplex. The crowd is losing their shit at this, but Dillinger isn't done. He wraps Gomez up in a Boston Crab, and holds him tightly. Mike manages to get to his feet and waddle to the ropes. He starts to climb them as Dillinger is holding Gomez tightly. Green is standing on the ropes, and wobbling as he tries to steady himself long enough to leap off. Before he can leap off, he loses his balance and collapses onto the concrete below. Dillinger has to release the hold when he hears the thud. His laughter forces him to break it. Gomez scrambles away and gets to his feet, and stares at Dillinger who is climbing to his feet as well. Both men watch as Green tries to get to his feet outside the ring. Before he gets the chance to, Gomez jumps up onto the second rope, and then climbs on the top rope. He stares down at Green, and leaps off for a corkscrew splash right onto the giant beach ball of a human being. The crowd is going absolutely nuts at this.
Dillinger stays in the ring, waiting to see if the ref will call for a DQ or not. He mimes checking his watch and waits for the count to begin. The ref looks over to the two foes outside the ring, and begins to count em out.
1
Gomez is up on his feet.
2
Meme Machine is pulling himself up, slowly.
3
Gomez is on the apron, and trying to get in.
4
Mike is on his knees.
5
Gomez climbs into the ring, and Mike is up finally.
6
Gomez is on the arpon.
7
Gomez is in the ring.
Dillinger is slightly amused at the sight, but hides it with a big boot to the face of Mike who is on his knees. However, this allows him to be taken by surprise by Gomez, who whips Dillinger around before hitting a massive Belly-to-Belly suplex. Gomez goes for the pin.
1
2
Kick-out.
Gomez slaps the floor in frustration, deciding to take out his anger on Meme. He begins putting the boots to him, causing Meme to flail around like a fish out of water. After a few minutes or so of the stomping, Gomez picks up Meme and hits a massive Dodger Bomb, showing good strength as he's able to pick up the behemoth. Gomez with the pin.
1
2
3
Mike L. Green has been eliminated!
While this is going on, Dillinger manages to pick himself up and whips out his K-Bar knife. As Gomez turns around after eliminating Meme, Dillinger plunges the knife right into Gomez's stomach! As a result, Gomez spits out a mixture of blood and saliva right onto Dillinger's face. Dillinger looks disgusted as he wipes the fluid off his face, the knife still wedged into Gomez's stomach. Immediately after, he takes Gomez and hits a Final Coffin Nail. Dillinger with the pin...
1
2
3
Winner: Dillinger!
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender Hart Title Match!
Ginger Snaps
- vs -
Jakob Davis Xtreme Rules
Ginger bounces down to the ring as the song plays. She waves to the fans and blows kisses.
Kings begins to play over the loudspeakers as the fans begin building up in anticipation for the match that is to come. While the music gets rolling, a man wearing a long and black hooded jacket comes out, his face looking towards the ground. As soon as he reaches the stage he begins to kneel on one knee. Then, as soon as the song hits the chorus, the man bolts back up into a standing position and removing his hood, revealing himself to be Jakob Davis. Jakob then starts moving to the ring with purpose, shedding his jacket. He then quickly enters the the ring and gets ready for the upcoming match while the fans get pumped.
The bell sounds as Ginger Snaps and Jakob Davis are about to get it on! Ginger approaches to the center of the ring and extends a hand with a smile on her face. Jakob weakly nods before shaking hers. They lock up in the center of the ring as Jakob wrenches the arm of Ginger around to her back. She lowers her weight before sliding between Jakob’s legs pulling his arm with her. They detach as Ginger drop kicks both of the backs of Jakob’s knees forcing him to fall to his knees. Ginger gets up quickly and hits the ropes in front of Jakob before hitting a swift shining wizard that drops him backwards. Ginger slides outside to where Jakob’s father, Tim Davis, is standing. He moves out of the way, but Ginger keeps a wary eye on him as she looks underneath the ring.
Under Xtreme Rules, anything goes as Ginger is about to test the limits of that as she pulls out a… stuffed animal?! Ginger pulls out what appears to be a stuffed llama that she throws into the ring with the same ferocity that someone like Peter Gilmour might throw a steel chair into the ring. Ginger goes behind the ring announcer area and grabs a bag. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as she slides into the ring with the bag. As she gets to her feet, she’s lit up by two size 12 boots placed firmly upon her cheek! The dropkick sends her down to the mat as the bag slumps to her side. Jakob lifts her up before hitting her with two European uppercuts knocking her into the corner. Davis moves to the opposite side of the ring before pumping the crowd up. He charges across the ring as does Ginger towards him.
CRASH! The two wrestlers collide in the center of the ring with a huge double lariat. The referee looks around but doesn’t start a count because that would be a shitty way to finish a match. Oh and it’s an Xtreme Rules match so none of that. They slowly get their wits about them as they stir. They utilize the ropes to their advantage as they pull themselves upwards. Jakob is a bit quicker as he rushes Ginger, leaps into the air, wraps her head, and… THE RENEW- NO! Ginger holds onto the ropes as the Complete Shot completely misses! She waits until he gets up before going for her own signature. BULLY BUSTER!
IT MISSES! Jakob ducks underneath before wrapping the head for a devastating neckbreaker! Davis bounces back to his feet before lifting up the stuffed animal and setting it neatly on the top turnbuckle. The crowd ‘Awwwwws’ as Jakob rolls out of the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He throws it into the ring. He slides in and picks up Ginger, but Ginger wraps his head for a GINGER DDT! ONTO THE CHAIR! Jakob is out as Ginger goes for the pinfall!
ONE…
TWO…
NO! Jakob kicks out.
Davis touches his head to make sure he’s not bleeding as he slowly gets to his feet. Ginger is there waiting for him. She kicks him in the gut and goes for… GINGER SNAP! Jakob hooks a leg making the move useless! Instead, he lifts her up for a vertical suplex! Her long red hair falls down and covers his face as he staggers around blindly! He instinctively falls backwards but… GINGER FALLS OUT OF THE RING! Jakob looks at what he’s done and looks a little shocked! He quickly goes outside with the referee in toe. He covers her, seemingly, lifeless body!
ONE…
TWO…
NO! The crowd is in disbelief as Ginger powers out at the very last second!
Jakob looks surprised as he pulls her up by her hair and rolls her into the ring. His father comes over and begins consoling him and getting his head in the game. Jakob nods as he begins getting pumped up. He slides into the ring and whips Ginger into the corner. He hits a running European uppercut before catching her lifeless body in between his legs, popping his neck, and then… THE ECLIPSE! Ginger’s body is hoisted up then deposited back on her face as Jakob rolls her over.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-NO! Ginger Snaps kicks out again!
The referee even looks shocked at that one. Jakob is verifying that the referee did say two. The official assures him that she kicked out. He gets to his feet before spotting the bag. He lifts the bag up and begins pouring out the contents. Make-up. It’s lipstick, a nail file, blush, the works. Jakob Davis looks as confused as the audience feels. He lifts up the nail file and shrugs his shoulders before turning back to Ginger.
Ginger kips up and grabs the nail file out of Jakob’s hand! She cracks him over the head with it as he looks more surprised than hurt. She kicks him in the gut and… GINGER SNAPS! The snap suplex is hit with perfection as she rolls over into the cover!
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-NO! Jakob kicks out with fire! The referee, Ginger Snaps, and, hell, even Tim Davis looks shocked at this! Ginger Snaps isn’t finished though. They get to their feet and she rotates before nailing him with a BULLY BUSTER! She whips him into the corner before hoisting him to the top rung. She hooks an arm before attempting to go for… GINGER SNAPS! Jakob is reisisting though!
Jakob elbows her to the face! He leaps over her and… OVERDRIVER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! Ginger Snaps is motionless as he goes for the cover!
One…
TWO…
THREEEEEEEEE!
Winner and NEW #1 Contender for the Hart Title: Jakob Davis!
MAIN EVENT #1 Contender Intercontinental Title Match!
Robbie Bourbon
- vs -
Drezdin
- vs -
Kristen Silver Triple Threat No Holds Barred
Kristen Silver is already in the ring.
A series of fireworks fire off on the stage as La Gazza Ladra starts to play throughout the arena. Across the X-Tron, we see the exact same thing as what is traditionally used as Robbie Bourbon's banner on the XWF website as Robbie steps out. He raises his arms to 45 degree angles while the X-Tron shows clips of Robbie hanging Ellis Bolton using the hook from an undone turnbuckle, and Robbie chokeslamming Bjorn Felhammen through the ring. Robbie starts to calmly walk down to the ring, taking his time to get there. He climbs the ring steps, stands on the apron, and turns his back to the ring, instead flipping backwards over the top rope. He then spins, hops on the second turnbuckle, and raises his arms at 45 degree angles again.
The arena goes completely black for a moment, then the lights start to pulsate as the music starts to blare through the PA system. As soon as the pyro goes off the lights turn on, the people in the arena turn silent, the people are at awe and shock on how massive he is. He starts walking down the ramp, he yells out...IT'S GO TIME!, then he stops at the end of the ramp to take a deep breath. He approaches the ring, then he grabs the rope ring rope gets unto the ring aparon goes over the top rope then walks towards the middle of the ring. He raises his left hand as the pyro goes off.
Kristen Silver, in disbelief that Drezdin is her opponent, starts casually talking some smack towards the man in question. Drezdin shoots her an irritated look as Bourbon looks out to the fans, shaking his head. Kristen goes right over to Drezdin, continuing the smack talk which earns her a massive right hand from Drezdin! Silver hits the mat as Drezdin is quick to take her out of the equation for the time being with a Senton. Rolling her out of the ring, he and Bourbon meet in the center of the ring, and the two lock-up.
Bourbon isn't too concerned with locking up, and uses his figure and strength to his advantage, pushing the big man in Drezdin out of the ring somehow. Eyeing up Drezdin outside the ring, Bourbon then proceeds to show a rare moment of athleticism, catapulting himself to the outside with a crossbody! Drezdin is wheezing for air as he feels Bourbon coming down hard.
Dusting off himself, Bourbon goes under the ring and pulls out a myriad of weapons. A table, two steel chairs, a cane, a sledgehammer, a baseball bat... You name it, and Robbie is pulling them out. Speaking of which, Drezdin uses the baseball bat Robbie pulled out and-- CRACK! The fans wince as the baseball bat comes right down onto Bourbon's back. Bourbon gets out from under the ring and starts grabbing (or at least, trying to) his back in pain. Noticing that this is his opportunity, Drezdin takes advantage of the situation giving to him. He eyes up Bourbon with the bat again... CRACK! Drezdin hits Bourbon in the gut with the bat as Bourbon falls over.
Drezdin is about to lift Bourbon into the ring, but before he can, he's taken by surprise by Kristen Silver! Silver is getting in his face, much like in the ring, and again like last time Drezdin isn't having it. He pushes Silver away a couple steps and says, "BATTER UP!"
HOLY SHIT! Drezdin slammed the bat full-force right into Kristen Silver's head! Silver falls over, hands covering her face as the audience is stunned into silence. Drezdin is twirling around his bat turning around, however he's met by Robbie Bourbon, who gives Drezdin a massive Belly-to-Belly Suplex, throwing him halfway across the ringside area! The fans are getting back into the action as Bourbon puts the boots to both Drezdin and Silver, putting in the work to walk all over the ringside area just to kick them.
After a few minutes of this, Bourbon decides enough is enough and throws the cane, the tables and the chairs into the ring, along with Drezdin and his bat. As Bourbon rolls into the ring, he grabs the cane on the floor. Right then and there, Drezdin stands up with his bat and Robbie challenges him to a sword fight with his cane. Drezdin obliges and the two go back and forth with their respective weapons. Drezdin is being more aggressive, trying to lay into Robbie whenever he can with his massive bat strikes, whereas Robbie is playing more defensive, parrying Drezdin's bat shots, and the two are locked in a stalemate that only ends when the both of them notice Kristen Silver trying to fly in with a Springboard double clothesline. In response, Robbie and Drezdin temporarily team up to hit Silver in mid-air, causing her to roll out of the ring in pain.
While Drezdin is distracted mouthing off to Kristen, Robbie hits him from behind with the cane, causing Drezdin to drop to his knees, the bat sliding out of the ring. WHAM! Robbie nails Drezdin with the cane again. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Robbie is relentless with the cane strikes, until he notices the table over in the corner. He sets up the table, however Drezdin somehow is able to come back to life during all of this as he grabs a steel chair, and knocks Bourbon in the back of the head with it. Bourbon slumps over the table, seemingly unconscious. Drezdin pats himself on the back for a job well done, before bouncing off the ropes and running towards Bourbon, seemingly having something in mind...
But no! Bourbon was playing possum, and comes back alive and hits a Pop-Up variant of a Robbiebomb through the table! Drezdin is broken as Bourbon goes for the pin.
1...
2...
3!
Winner and NEW #1 Contender for the Intercontinental Title: Robbie Bourbon!
Robbie is celebrating in the ring as the fans are cheering him as the camera goes back to Girard's office.
Girard- still looking noticeably bruised up from when Frodo came in earlier in the night- looks rather scared for his life when the Sultan of the Shorties comes in again.
"Can I help you, Frodo?" Girard asks warily.
"I said this Savage better be good, didn't I?" Frodo says.
[i]"Well... was it?" Girard raises an eyebrow questioningly.
"Was decent."
Girard breathes a sigh of relief before going towards Frodo... who shoves his hand right into Girard's balls!
"However, I said this Savage had to be GOOD. Not whatever this shoddy crap is. You're ruining the XWF brand name with shows like these." Frodo applies more pressure to Girard's balls with each and every word, until all that comes out of Girard's mouth is a rather high-pitched squeak. ". You're not even worthy enough to be my bitch. How about you take a week off? Tend to what makes you a man. I'll make sure Archie gets the memo." Frodo finally releases his grip as Girard slumps onto his hands and knees, clutching his crown jewels. Frodo laughs before pressing the shock collar button as Girard flails around wildly in pain.
Frodo then leaves the room as the audience inside the American Airlines Arena and at home are left wondering-- what's going to happen to Savage Saturday Night? Is it being cancelled for a week? What about the contender's announced for the title matches at Leap of Faith, Jakob Davis and Robbie Bourbon? Will Leap of Faith be as exciting as it is being advertised?
XWF FanBase: The IWC (gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)
Ghost Tank watches the match with Shade and Luna. He sighs a bit, then rubs his eyebrows as if he has a massive headache coming on, and hoping rubbing the nerves there would keep the pain away.
"Shade, you should have been the one who pinned John. Now, deal with Mcbride.
You will not fucking disappoint me and Abaddon. Or I will destroy you, and see about trying to get Luna, or hell, your brother, to be put in your place as a part of my Riders.
XWF FanBase: The IWC (gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)
(07-03-2016, 10:23 PM)Ghost Tank Said: Ghost Tank watches the match with Shade and Luna. He sighs a bit, then rubs his eyebrows as if he has a massive headache coming on, and hoping rubbing the nerves there would keep the pain away.
"Shade, you should have been the one who pinned John. Now, deal with Mcbride.
You will not fucking disappoint me and Abaddon. Or I will destroy you, and see about trying to get Luna, or hell, your brother, to be put in your place as a part of my Riders.
Do I make myself clear, Shade?"
"I know how to make him better. Take the one thing he loves the most from him. That stupid bitch of a wife he cares for so much. Take her away and every match he loses, you chop a finger off. Soon you'll run out of them I'm sure. So then you'd have to start with feet or ears. Some shit like that. He'll learn, even if it takes till she's nothing but a torso."
"You're proving to be more to the speed I want. If you want a spot, name your price. Nothing is unattainable to me, so you'll get whatever you wish. I got Abaddon because I paid him, and promised destruction. Besides, you'll be able to do better than Shade.
Shade, her idea seem good. I will make Hope scream while I take parts of her body and send it straight to you.
If you do not beat Mcbride at Warfare, this will happen. Every loss after, Hope loses a piece of her.
You know I can make this happen. You know what I can and will do.
XWF FanBase: The IWC (gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)
(07-03-2016, 10:23 PM)Ghost Tank Said: Ghost Tank watches the match with Shade and Luna. He sighs a bit, then rubs his eyebrows as if he has a massive headache coming on, and hoping rubbing the nerves there would keep the pain away.
"Shade, you should have been the one who pinned John. Now, deal with Mcbride.
You will not fucking disappoint me and Abaddon. Or I will destroy you, and see about trying to get Luna, or hell, your brother, to be put in your place as a part of my Riders.
Do I make myself clear, Shade?"
"I know how to make him better. Take the one thing he loves the most from him. That stupid bitch of a wife he cares for so much. Take her away and every match he loses, you chop a finger off. Soon you'll run out of them I'm sure. So then you'd have to start with feet or ears. Some shit like that. He'll learn, even if it takes till she's nothing but a torso."
"You're proving to be more to the speed I want. If you want a spot, name your price. Nothing is unattainable to me, so you'll get whatever you wish. I got Abaddon because I paid him, and promised destruction. Besides, you'll be able to do better than Shade.
Shade, her idea seem good. I will make Hope scream while I take parts of her body and send it straight to you.
If you do not beat Mcbride at Warfare, this will happen. Every loss after, Hope loses a piece of her.
You know I can make this happen. You know what I can and will do.
Again, do I make myself clear?"
Sir I know It was not my best performance, But I do have to take care of a little distraction that blindsided me before my match and also put a bounty on my fiancee. But worry sir, I'll take care of it and I won't disappoint you.
stYour in my game now little brother for which there is only one ending, a game over for you. As for the bounty on your precious Hope, it's doubled now, 60,000, and restrictions are lifted. I'll take her in whole, or piece by wretched piece.
And a rebuttal for Ghost Tank, a rider eh? The Legion would be disappointed, but perhaps a trade off would be in order. I join the Riders, You become Overseer of the Legion. Accord?
XWF FanBase: The IWC (gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)
(07-04-2016, 03:30 PM)LeStrange Said: stYour in my game now little brother for which there is only one ending, a game over for you. As for the bounty on your precious Hope, it's doubled now, 60,000, and restrictions are lifted. I'll take her in whole, or piece by wretched piece.
And a rebuttal for Ghost Tank, a rider eh? The Legion would be disappointed, but perhaps a trade off would be in order. I join the Riders, You become Overseer of the Legion. Accord?
"The Riders are mine. It is mine to run, no one else. You have never proved yourself to me. Actually, your brother beat you. He has potential. You do not. I do not want to weaken my stable by having you be a part of it."
in what dream has he beaten me, and the offer wasn't for you to leave the Riders, but simply a cross membership. You should learn to listen. Here's a thought, 10,000 for your ears, they would me most appropriate for my "project".
Besides, I am far from done with Shade, he will suffer a more delectable fate when he faces McBride, and after Hope's inevitable dismemberment, my wicked plan will come to fruition. You and your Riders have your fun, The Legion will soon have ours.
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(07-04-2016, 05:19 PM)LeStrange Said: in what dream has he beaten me, and the offer wasn't for you to leave the Riders, but simply a cross membership. You should learn to listen. Here's a thought, 10,000 for your ears, they would me most appropriate for my "project".
Besides, I am far from done with Shade, he will suffer a more delectable fate when he faces McBride, and after Hope's inevitable dismemberment, my wicked plan will come to fruition. You and your Riders have your fun, The Legion will soon have ours.
"My point of you being a weak link to my Riders stands true. Shade will either beat Mcbride, or I will take Hope myself. I know where all of you live. I know your every movements. Consider it my insurance. Every step you take, I will know. Every place you go into, I will know. So, you think Legion can actually stand a chance against my Riders? No, you don't stand a single chance, and whatever else comprises of your piss worthy group, will never stand a chance."
How can you know where I live if I have no home, or where I go when I leave no treads. You Tank are just that, a tank with fish swimming back and forth. You are too blinded to see the poison which flows around. At this very second, the coagulation of thoughts and dreams builds, housing the seeds of Lunacy, taking root. It is you who must tread carefully with the company you venture with.
I could beat all of you bullies in a match any day, and have beat Tank twice now. No point in you guys being mean to each other when you're all less impressive than I am.
(07-04-2016, 05:19 PM)LeStrange Said: in what dream has he beaten me, and the offer wasn't for you to leave the Riders, but simply a cross membership. You should learn to listen. Here's a thought, 10,000 for your ears, they would me most appropriate for my "project".
Besides, I am far from done with Shade, he will suffer a more delectable fate when he faces McBride, and after Hope's inevitable dismemberment, my wicked plan will come to fruition. You and your Riders have your fun, The Legion will soon have ours.
"My point of you being a weak link to my Riders stands true. Shade will either beat Mcbride, or I will take Hope myself. I know where all of you live. I know your every movements. Consider it my insurance. Every step you take, I will know. Every place you go into, I will know. So, you think Legion can actually stand a chance against my Riders? No, you don't stand a single chance, and whatever else comprises of your piss worthy group, will never stand a chance."
"Ghost Tank sounds serious. You, like most, should fear him and his wrath."
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Oh Ghostie, my only hope is that I can face you someday. I think you and I would just have oodles of fun together."
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(07-04-2016, 05:19 PM)LeStrange Said: in what dream has he beaten me, and the offer wasn't for you to leave the Riders, but simply a cross membership. You should learn to listen. Here's a thought, 10,000 for your ears, they would me most appropriate for my "project".
Besides, I am far from done with Shade, he will suffer a more delectable fate when he faces McBride, and after Hope's inevitable dismemberment, my wicked plan will come to fruition. You and your Riders have your fun, The Legion will soon have ours.
"My point of you being a weak link to my Riders stands true. Shade will either beat Mcbride, or I will take Hope myself. I know where all of you live. I know your every movements. Consider it my insurance. Every step you take, I will know. Every place you go into, I will know. So, you think Legion can actually stand a chance against my Riders? No, you don't stand a single chance, and whatever else comprises of your piss worthy group, will never stand a chance."
"Ghost Tank sounds serious. You, like most, should fear him and his wrath."
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Oh Ghostie, my only hope is that I can face you someday. I think you and I would just have oodles of fun together."
"Shut up when a real champion is talking, boy.
As for you, LeStrange. Savage, May Seventh. At the end of the triple threat, Shade had covered you first, then you covered Drezdin. In my eyes, since he was the first one to pin, he beat you and Drezdin.
That is why he's one of my Riders. He has shown he can beat his own brother. He has shown he has potential. The moment he fails me, he will regret it."
(07-05-2016, 01:29 PM)Ghost Tank Said: "Shut up when a real champion is talking, boy."
"Sound advice."
"I'll keep that in mind for when I see a 'real' champion."
"Till then, I'd love to help with deflating that bulbous cranium of yours."
"Judging by the size of that thing and the rate it's filling with hot air, I don't know how you keep from floating off the fuckin' planet, much less fit through a standard doorway."
"Lucky for you though, I never leave home without a blade."
"Whaddya say?"
"Care to take me up on my gracious offer?"
"Boy."
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Dillinger you call yourself a real champ but honestly homie you're not even a real man. You had to resort to stabbing me because you know as well as I do that you cant beat me straight up one on one. You can't beat me cleanly and you proved to the XWF how big of a coward you truly are. I'm calling you out I want a title shot against you in a last man standing match what do you say "real" champ?
despite its just only one match, brah aint ya just like me winless? I mean correct me if im wrong Dillinger won the match YOU were in. and you want dillingers title!? why? meh I don't think so
(07-05-2016, 04:59 PM)The Future Jose Gomez Said: Dillinger you call yourself a real champ but honestly homie you're not even a real man. You had to resort to stabbing me because you know as well as I do that you cant beat me straight up one on one. You can't beat me cleanly and you proved to the XWF how big of a coward you truly are. I'm calling you out I want a title shot against you in a last man standing match what do you say "real" champ?
Dillinger isn't a coward. He's not some phony champion, he went out and earned it. He's not a fluke, he's exactly as he's intended to be.
Whatever I leave him as, though; that's still to be decided.
See you ringside, Dillinger. Gomez, sit back, I'm the future of the Intercontinental Championship.
With that being said GT, I fell upon Shade as and I was on top, and you forget what an asset to a team I am. Was I not a force when Bourbon, Rebel, Lane and myself conquered Fernando, Game Girl, Maverick, and that other ? I still owe Lane the word I said and it will happen in do time.
But my offer still remains. My younger brother is still wet behind the ears, by joining forces, he can be molded into something beyond human comprehension. The Riding Legion will be unstoppable in all the 13 realms.
But declining this offer is to wage a war you do nt want. As Frodo admitted weeks ago, I am too much of a wild card and you will never see me coming, a trait that makes all foes quiver.
You have one week to make a decision, after that, the cure for the poison that plagues you will remain lost. See you next tuesday.
(07-05-2016, 04:59 PM)The Future Jose Gomez Said: Dillinger you call yourself a real champ but honestly homie you're not even a real man. You had to resort to stabbing me because you know as well as I do that you cant beat me straight up one on one. You can't beat me cleanly and you proved to the XWF how big of a coward you truly are. I'm calling you out I want a title shot against you in a last man standing match what do you say "real" champ?
"Nah, I don't call myself a 'real' champion. A 'real' champion defends his title against 'real' challenges and beats 'real' odds in order to maintain his status, I haven't done that... yet. Didn't call myself a 'real' champion either. So you might want to see some sort of mental health professional, if you heard me say that cause hallucinating and hearing voices is no laughing matter. Trust me. Anyway, if you want another match and some more time in the hospital, that's fine by me... homie. Just let me get done with Leap Of Faith first.
(07-05-2016, 08:30 PM)Robbie Bourbon Said: Dillinger isn't a coward. He's not some phony champion, he went out and earned it. He's not a fluke, he's exactly as he's intended to be.
Whatever I leave him as, though; that's still to be decided.
See you ringside, Dillinger. Gomez, sit back, I'm the future of the Intercontinental Championship.
"Optimism is wonderful, isn't it?"
"Having confidence in oneself, that's the key, right?"
"I'm right there with ya on that Bourbon."
"I'm confident I'll see a masked superhero bleed."
"Up close and personal."
"Which will be a first for me, so thanks for that in advance. Bucket lists and all, it's awesome to cross off items on those things this early in the game of life."
"Anyway, kudos to you for taking the time outta your busy schedule to talk me up there. You're a real keen guy for doin' that and I appreciate the kind words."
"Won't change a thing when we face each other but I suspect you knew that already."
All you gotta do to see a masked superhero bleeding is watch some Daredevil on Netflix, or one of my matches. Making one bleed, well, easier said than done.
And you built you, bucket and all. I'm the one fixing to smash brick by brick, twist titanium, and split diamonds with my hands.
(07-07-2016, 02:29 PM)Robbie Bourbon Said: All you gotta do to see a masked superhero bleeding is watch some Daredevil on Netflix, or one of my matches. Making one bleed, well, easier said than done.
And you built you, bucket and all. I'm the one fixing to smash brick by brick, twist titanium, and split diamonds with my hands.
"Thanks for the lesson in the obvious."
"I don't expect things to be easy."
"Still going to make you bleed though."
"In fact, if I promise one thing for our match, it'll be that."
"As for the rest of your gibberish, I'll just pretend your mic cut off early."
"The world knows brains and brawn aren't a common commodity."
Just because you don't understand the words don't make 'em stupid, stud. Lemme guess, you like the Kama Sutra for the pictures, Confucius for what he tells you in fortune cookies, and Dr. Seuss for being an easier read than Tolstoy.
Just because you don't understand the words don't make 'em stupid, stud. Lemme guess, you like the Kama Sutra for the pictures, Confucius for what he tells you in fortune cookies, and Dr. Seuss for being an easier read than Tolstoy.
Imagine what you'll learn tomorrow.
"Oh no, understanding the words isn't the problem, it's the placement of them that's the issue."
"See, in order to form a proper sentence, you need to construct your words in a way that will relay a coherent thought and you failed to do that."
"You said..."
"And you built you, bucket and all."
"That's a Robbie Bourbon pearl of wisdom, right there."
"What the fuck does that even mean?"
"It's gibberish."
"Broken brain, crackpot talk."
"Yet you've got the audacity to compare my inability to understand your discombobulated, backwards ass way of speaking to a lack of comprehending Tolstoy? Are you fuckin' serious?"
"Yeah, you're god damn right I learned something new."
"Don't talk to Robbie Bourbon without a supply of Ibuprofen on hand."
"Fuck."
"Is this how you win your matches, you talk until your opponent has a brain aneurysm?"
"Oh but that's not because you're spewing ignorant drivel like it's a superpower... no, it's cause you're advanced and that poor bastard's brain just couldn't take the magnitude of your brilliance."
Save the Ibuprofin. After Leap of Faith, they're going to need full on, good ole' fashioned intravenous morphine for you.
Damn, stud, I spit shit so hot you're already crumbling. Dilly over here, trippin' and stumbling, over his own words he be bumbling, and knowing that kid shares a genus and species with me sure is damned humbling. When all's said and done, sir, betwixt you and I, sir, in that there squared circle, sir, whenever I get asked about my shiny, golden Intercontinental Title Belt in airports, on trains, in bus stations, in restaurants, in hotels, or even at the local gas station trying to sweet talk my way into using the bathroom they keep locked and only for employee use because I gotta piss, sir, I'll tell them what I did to earn it, sir.
(07-07-2016, 09:00 PM)Robbie Bourbon Said: Save the Ibuprofin. After Leap of Faith, they're going to need full on, good ole' fashioned intravenous morphine for you.
Damn, stud, I spit shit so hot you're already crumbling. Dilly over here, trippin' and stumbling, over his own words he be bumbling, and knowing that kid shares a genus and species with me sure is damned humbling. When all's said and done, sir, betwixt you and I, sir, in that there squared circle, sir, whenever I get asked about my shiny, golden Intercontinental Title Belt in airports, on trains, in bus stations, in restaurants, in hotels, or even at the local gas station trying to sweet talk my way into using the bathroom they keep locked and only for employee use because I gotta piss, sir, I'll tell them what I did to earn it, sir.
I made you crumble and fall.
"Hey, I'm not the one tossing together words like my brain vacated my skull."
"That's you."
"No amount of terrible, white guy rap will change that."
"Though it will inspire me to invest in ear plugs."
(07-07-2016, 09:21 PM)Dillinger Said: "Hey, I'm not the one tossing together words like my brain vacated my skull."
Don't worry, slick. You will be. To be honest, though, they don't tend to say much after you rip their brains out; maybe a few awkward convulsions. I think if I work at it, though, I'll have you whistling Dixie, just gotta cut with the precision of a sushi chef rather than treat you like a cantaloupe on a hot July day.
I'll even bring some Old Bay down to the ring. I got the Chesapeake flavor on my mind, and you will too.
Wash that shit down with a gallon of lemonade, too.
See, I've already gone off the 02 in my career, got up, brushed myself off, now I'm here, so Silly Dilly, listen up, let me make it all clear, them heights and them drops sure as shit ain't something I'd fear. But I got a new plan that'll make the fans cheer, make people go buy tickets and beer, sit in the arena, London's calling, they see your body falling, because Robbie Bourbon went and did something truly appalling. Why, sir, would you threaten to throw someone off a roof, sir, when I know damned fucking well I'm going to take a sumbitch, sir, and slam that sumbitch, sir, so hard, sir, so fast, sir, so viciously, sir, that that sumbitch, sir, and that sumbitch is you, sir, but that sumbitch hits the roof of the 02 arena so hard that you go through it, and your body drops faster than the value of the English Pound itself, sir, into the ring.
Well, ideally. It'd really suck if Dillinger's Comet smacked into the fans, or into a wood chipper, or into one of a million other crazy ass things that could show up in the arena. Meh, whatever, so long as I bring the house down, no?
"Oh, you'll bring down the house, alright. A man of your size and substantial weight, traversing the distance from roof to ground, should equate to a sizable impact. One that most assuredly would be violent enough to level a house or several houses and an apartment complex. Possibly a whole city block."
"I'm glad you're well acquainted with the feel of the drop too."
"I mean, despite this stipulation being new to me, this fall should be old hat for you."
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