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Post by Ricky Masters on Feb 23, 2009 13:30:45 GMT -4
It wasn't long after a small commercial break that the audience would get to boo somebody else with the music hitting the speakers, Burn in my Light by Mercy Drive.
The nebula rising about from the black of deceiving lies A new star is born now he brings you the light with his hands untied
Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is scheduled to be a No Count Out Match! Our first opponent hails from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in tonight at 271 pounds, Riicky Masters!
Ricky takes his stroll through the curtains with his arms outwide breathing in the hateful atmosphere. As the crowd chants,"You Suck," he slowly peeks at the crowd with a glare before taking his time down the rampway.
They tried so hard to follow, but no one can. Inside you are so hollow, you understand?
JP: You have to admit, I've never seen a crowd hate a man so much. Actually, that's a lie. I have, but I mean, hate him in such a different way.
Ray: What way is that? Jealousy?
JP: No Ray. They hate him because of his stupidity. He's a mockery of this entire audience!
Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me. Now it's time to shine. I'm gonna take what's mine while you're burning inside my light.
Ricky quickly steps up the steel steps, and takes his time through the top and middle rope. He centers himself in the ring, and rises his arms once more. Showing that he is not afraid of these people who dislike him.
tbc Hyper
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Post by Hyperelf on Feb 25, 2009 19:57:59 GMT -4
Without a sign or a signal, the audience begin to quiet down and face toward the entrance with Ricky Masters. Their eyes keen, waiting for who they know to come out of that entrance way. It was as if for the first time tonight the entire arena was completely silent, no yelping, not chattering, not even teeth sinking into a glazed donut could be heard.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
The familiar phrase spoken by a calm female voice strikes through the audience's flesh and bones. Followed by the guitar riffs and back up singers through the moderate quality Speakers that were set up through out the stadium. The Addicts all over the arena burst out in a humongous cheer for their glorious donut hero. Rob Zombie sings over the song with the familiar lyrics from "Never Gonna Stop." They continue to cheer like an insane man on crack but sadly, there was no figure, no man stepping out behind the curtains.
---Earlier Backstage----
Hyper steps out from a locker room his eyes focused, and loosening his arms. His normal attire for the entrance to his match was his black trench coat draped over almost his entire body, and his signature blue and green tights.
Hyper: Alright! Here we go! Seconds away from my return debut match in EVPW! Woo! Hello EVPW!
He continues his way around the maze like corridor's, till eventually running into one of the janitor's.
Hyper: Where the hell am I? Excuse me, how do I get to the arena? The entrance for the wrestlers?
Janitor: Oh, you just take this left right here, go down awhile and then take a right, there will be a left just as you turn, so don't take that one, but the next left. From there you take two more rights, and then a left.. And then you're there!
Hyper Elf looks at the man blankly wondering how the hell he was going to remember such directions. But he shakes it off and answers him directly,"Sure Ok, whatever! I can find that!"
Hyper pats the guy on the shoulder before taking his first left. He moves through the corridors trying to remember his way around them when all of a sudden, he hears his theme start up. The signature catch phrase and the music blasting with the following of hundreds of fans waiting for his arrival.
Hyper: Alright! Hello EVPW!
He rushes through some more untill eventually running back into the exact same janitor in the exact same hallway.
Hyper: Are you serious!? Whatever whatever!
He walks past the janitor once more, trying to remember the series of corridors he was suppose to turn left and right at. Until eventually, starting to sway off toward the cheers of the audience. He eventually finds a set of double doors that were locked shut. He places his ears to the door, and can hear the crowds voices and the music blasting away through the chorus. The audience has been waiting since his cue for the past 30 seconds and began chanting his name.
Hyper: It's my people! They need me!
He steps back and kicks it hard with a big boot. The door begins to shake, but does not open. He growls this time and strikes the door even harder which finally knocks it wide open.
---Back in the arena---
JP: Where is Hyper Elf? He was suppose to be out here right now!
Ray: Maybe he got scared and cried in his bed. He didn't want to be raped by the sexy Ricky Masters.
JP: Oh will you quite that nonsense. You have the most disturbing mind I know.. Ok, maybe one of the most. You should be a member of the Imperfects!
The audience goes insane, finally spotting him moving through the crowd.
JP:there he is! He's moving through the fans!
Lizzie: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 240 lbs, from San Francisco, California.... Hyper Elf!
Hyper high fives as many as he could as he takes his time to the front row and leaps over the barricade. Ricky Masters crouches slightly, awaiting his opponent to get into the ring, calling him in with the only thing on his mind is that title shot. Hyper Elf takes his time removing his trenchcoat before sliding into the ring, he springs to his feet only to be striked back to the ground with a hard clothesline. Masters waits no time to start pounding away on his opponent. The referee quickly sounds the bell to start the match.
TBC Masters
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Post by Ricky Masters on Mar 2, 2009 23:51:32 GMT -4
Masters continues to stomp away on the veteran who happens to be pretty much helpless at the moment. A few stomps strike his mid section, his legs, and even his skull. Each strike was more painful then the last. Finally, Hyper was able to roll away, and quickly get up from the help of the ropes nearby. Ricky Charges in full force but the Elf was able to stun him back with an elbow to the stomach. Hyper Elf uses this time to bounce back into the match with a straight fist to the temple of his opponent followed by a wrenched back strike across his cheek bone. Ricky back up a step but still standing with a smile on his face. Hyper seems shocked as he attempts a superkick but hits nothing but air and Masters moving around to his side, and grabbing his head into a tight lock within his huge bulging biceps.
Jimmy Pate: I'm surprised by Ricky's agility in this match thus far. I've never seen him push this hard since he's been employed here in EVPW.
Ray White: That's my big sexy beast for you.
Masters wrenches in the headlock with upmost force, not even budging to let go. The crowd begins to chant their hero's name to help him to push forward. With the help from the fans Hyper Elf lets out a sudden burst, tossing Masters over his hip to the floor canvas below, forcing him to remove the hold. Ricky Masters quickly gets to his feet but was brought back down with a quick enziguiri.
JP: And it seems Hyper Elf is back into this match! Even at such an old age compared to the rest of the folks here at EVPW, Hyper can still give it to them.
Hyper Elf moves back to a vertical base and picks Masters back up. He tosses him to the ropes and as he came back, he leaped into the air grabbing Ricky in a scissor lock and performs an amazing hurricanrana. Masters flips over the top rope, but unknowing that this is not a Rumble, continues to hang on the top rope, not giving in to letting his feet touch the ground below. He regains balance on the apron as he notices the speeding Elf heading his way. Masters places his big 12.5 inch boot in between the ropes to have Hyper run into it. He laughs to himself as he sees Hyper stumbling back with him holding his stomach. Masters gets back into the ring, grabs the back of Hyper's stunned head and drops his back over his own back with an inverted back breaker.
tbc Hyper
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Post by Hyperelf on Mar 5, 2009 2:22:49 GMT -4
Hyper Elf cringes in pain, the strike to his lower back sent a sharp tickle up his spine as he layed face first on the sweaty canvas. Masters circles his prey, his panther-like watching eyes, scanning each and every movement the energetic one makes. The fan favorite was finally able to push himself up to his knees, and glances up just to get kicked in the face once again collapsing with his back against the mat.
JP: I do not believe it. Hyper Elf is still a little rusty as you can tell from his lack of strength here tonight. I guess it’s been awhile since he’s received a small beating.
Ray: That.. Was actually kind of mean Pate, and I’m usually the one that hates those goody-two shoes.
JP: I’m just speaking the truth! You leave for more than a year, you’re going to be rusty when re-enter that ring!
Masters chuckles to himself as he watches the formerly retired wrestler pulling his way back up with the ropes. Ricky charges in again, throwing his foot up and into Hyper’s gut. The force knocks him back a couple feet near a turnbuckle with him gripping his stomach in pain.
“Come on old man! Let’s see what you got! You got nothing! You hear me!? Nothing,” Ricky’s voice booms as loud as it can over the blasting chant for the Hyper Elf, ”That Television Title is mine!” This time Ricky helps the poor man up with his arm gripped tightly around Hyper’s neck. Masters signals for the finish of the match, runs forward and suddenly broken away from his opponent by being shoved into the opposite corner. The Elf runs forward and dropkicks Ricky just as he turns around. The adrenaline just starting to soak through his entire body. His body heat rising, and his immunity to pain increases. Masters stumbles forward right into the energetic one’s arms. Hyper Elf grips around the 270 lb. frame tightly before tossing him over his head in a belly to belly suplex like a big bag of garbage being tossed into the dumpster.
JP: And it looks like Hyper Elf has finally awaken his inner wrestler, he is pumped!
Ray: Inner wrestler? And I thought I was the gay one.
Ricky Masters stands up quickly and rushes back in as Hyper push’s forward and lifts a knee which collides with Masters ribs, and flips over, his back clashing against the canvas near the ropes. The donut lover springs off the opposite set of ropes and comes back with a baseball slide, kicking Ricky to the outside padded flooring. Hyper Elf follows him near the barricade and plunges into a series of stomps and knees to his kidneys. The Doughnutavian lifts him up to his feet and picks him up slightly over one shoulder and then dropping his head and neck across the top of the steel barricade. Hyper takes a breather near the fans sooner than charging in and leaping into the air with a sick kick to the half-empty skull of the Master.
JP: Hyper is really laying it on him now!
Ray: REALLY!?
JP: No! -Jimmy smacks him across the back of his head- Moron!
As JP and Ray continue their bitching and complaining amongst each others wordplay, Hyper has already lifted Ricky to his feet and rolling him back into the ring. The Elf follows right behind him and slowly covers him up for the three count. The ref slides into action like his life depends on it and strikes the mat once, twice aaaand not a third time unfortunately. Masters was able to re-focus and lift his shoulder at the last mini-second. Hyper lets out a deep sigh with the audience staring down at his opponent who was just beginning to get up.
tbc
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Post by Ricky Masters on Mar 9, 2009 1:52:15 GMT -4
Ricky seems stunned from the series of moves from the older wrestler. Hyper raises his opponent to his feet but was surprised by a sudden European uppercut from Ricky Masters. Hyper Elf stumbles off balance as Ricky advances, striking him with a hard right which just throws him into the turnbuckle. Masters flex's and then proceeds to lay on punches after punches into Hyper Elf's face, chest, and ribs.
JP: One after the other! And he's still going!
Ray: Yes YES YES~! KEEP HITTING HIM! HIT HIM! HIT HIM! HUMP HIM! HIT HIM!
JP: Did.. did you just say.. Hump him?
Ray: Noo... You must be hearing things.
Hyper collapses to the ground but was lifted right back up to be striked repeatedly across the temple and face. Strike after strike Hyper Elf goes dazed. Masters irish whips Hyper into the opposite corner at full force as the Elf runs into the turnbuckle and collapses to the canvas in pain. Hyper slowly comes up to his knees just realizing the blood on the canvas.
JP: Oh boy! Hyper is already busted open! Those intense strikes from the Masters really tore up the energetic ones forehead.
Ray: Blood is sexy.
JP: Hyper better hurry though, it looks like Ricky Masters is getting ready for his big kick!
Masters starts to growl, his foot sliding across the mat. Hyper Elf eventually reaches back to a vertical base when the huge 270 pound body charges in and kicks with his right foot into the the donut lover's shin. Hyper Elf falls back to the canvas grasping his shin in agony. Masters falls over his body with the ref making his move.
Crowd: 1..2..OH! *cheer*
JP: Hyper is still in this! Hyper is still in this!
Ray: noo! Noo! That was it! That was three!
JP: It was not! Hyper is still in!
Masters looks shocked as ever. He picks him up, and wraps one arm around the head of the energetic one. He signals the end to come as he runs forward and lands the RKM. Hyper Elf's body bouncing off the canvas. Ricky Masters lays over the veterans body once more with the Referee counting with the crowd once more. One! Two!
JP: No! Hyper managed to grab the bottom rope nearby to stop the count. Masters is going mad!
tbc Hyper Elf
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Post by Hyperelf on Mar 10, 2009 3:33:10 GMT -4
hity Masters yells in aggravation, gripping his hands tightly around Hyper Elf’s neck. His fingers clenching into his skin. The ref informs Masters of his wrong doings, but he continues without a care in the world. More worried about losing the match, than listening to the referee. The ref starts to counts up to four until Ricky finally released the choke. Ricky takes a second break before jumping back on his opponent and strangling him for another four count.
Ricky is getting pretty upset now. He’s used both his finisher’s and he STILL cannot get the three count and the win on Hyper Elf.
Hyper! Stop being so selfish and let Masters have that title shot! Sheesh.
Masters lifts up the energetic one and throws him into the ropes and as he starts his return, folds over in an attempt to toss him into the air. Hyper was able to react quickly and drops his face onto his own knee. Masters staggers back as he follows his momentum with a straight super kick to the chin. Ricky falls unconscious as The Elf stumbles his way to the turnbuckle. He grips tightly on the ropes with a deep breath in, and is up on the top rope with one leap from the canvas. Hyper Elf aims and leaps off the turnbuckle high in the air. His arms stretched out to this sides, and his head aiming for Masters ribs. Though the huge 270 pound frame was able to roll its body to the side before the impact. Hyper Elf leaves a face print made of his own crimson blood.
Ricky Masters limps over and lifts Hyper Elf’s bloody body to a vertical base and strikes Hyper Elf back against a set of ropes. Masters charges and with one quick smooth transition, tosses Masters body over the ropes to the floor below. Hyper Elf looks before running to the back on the other side of the ring and sprints back, springing up and over the top rope with a suicide dive onto the rising Ricky Masters. Both bodies fall over onto the barricade.
JP: Oh my god! It’s like a car wreck out there!
Ray: Come on Masters! Keep fighting! Keep fighting for your dream!
The referee glances at the two men pretty much dead at the moment before starting a count. The audience chanting along with each number. Eventually at four, Hyper Elf was able to get up to stop the count and rolls back into the ring himself. Masters follows after a few seconds with both bodies rising back to a vertical base. The two begin to trade punches, both staggering after each blow to the face. The crowd starts a small chant for the Energetic one. His punches start hitting harder and quicker. Hyper Elf commences a series of punches before tossing him against the ropes. Masters come repelling back and drives Hyper Over with his pure body weight advantage.
JP: Ricky Masters is trying his best out there, with only one thing on his mind. The Television Title. What’s this? Hyper takes back the advantage by driving Ricky Masters chin against the top of his head!
Hyper Elf quickly moves to the other set of ropes and comes barreling back his head tilts down with one arm stretched to the side. His entire body concentrating on aiming its entire body weight into one spot, the ribs. Sadly, within the last millisecond, Masters was able to reverse the Hyperline into small package pin. “One! Two! Thr-Kickout!”
JP: Hyper Elf tries for his signature move the Hyperline but was reversed by Ricky Masters into a pin attempt. Wha!?
Ray: No freaking way! No! H-How!?
JP: Ladies and Gentlemen, Hyper Elf has reversed the pin attempt into the Cappuccino!
Hyper Elf holds Masters legs tightly, pulling back as much as he could to tighten up each and every muscle in the man’s body. Masters arms flail about with Hyper Elf happy as can be. The blood slowly dripping into his open mouth, staining his beloved white teeth. Ricky starts to pull his body toward the closest sets of ropes, with the only thing keeping him going is that title shot. Inches away from the bottom rope, Masters reaches out, the crowd chanting “Tap!” but Ricky ignores the crowd and stretches his arm just a little more to finally catch the rope. Hyper Elf releases the hold, letting Masters slowly help himself up with the ropes. Hyper gets up behind and pulls him over into a schoolboy pin in surprise. Masters not only kicks out after two, but reverses the pin into a chinlock.
JP: Oh no! Now Ricky has returned the favor! Hyper Elf is now suffering the loss of blood and Oxygen!
Ray: Yes! Yes! See how it feels Hyper Elf? See how it feels!? Doesn’t feel good does it!
Hyper Elf begins to fade. His arms tire and slowly fall motionless. Ricky Masters tightens up, trying his best to have Hyper suffocate within his bulging biceps. Hyper’s eyes begin to glaze over as he falls to an unconscious state. The referee checks Hyper Elf’s consciousness before raising his hand for the first time. The hand drops and hit’s the bloody canvas. He raises it a second time, and once again no life comes from the energetic one’s body. Finally, the arm is raised a third time and with the immense cheers from the Addicts, Hyper Elf’s body awakens. He begins to fight, the crowd chanting louder and louder. Finally, he reaches to one knee and still he fights. Masters tries his best to hang on, squeezing tighter and tighter, but the adrenaline in The Elf’s body was able to keep his neck strong from any more draining. The Hyper Elf finally reaches back up to his feet. He lifts Masters up onto his back and drops back down on the ground, causing Ricky Masters to release the hold. Both men, lay silently for a few seconds with the crowd going in a frenzy.
1! The referee yells, starting the long count.
2! Still no movement follows, and yet the crowd still seems to be way into this.
3! Finally, a source of life in between the men. Their eyes begin to open back up.
4! Their hands begin to move yet still not enough strength to raise back up.
5! Their arms move as they roll over onto their stomach, trying to breath as well.
6!
At long last Hyper Elf was able to lift himself up, kind of, to his feet. His bloody body, continuing to lose the crimson color from his veins drips over his entire body. Masters was up as well, but seems half dumb-founded and wondering where he was. He recognizes the horrifying Elf, and charges in with a clothesline which Hyper Elf reacts quickly and takes the momentum into a grounded crossface. Masters screams in agony, gritting his teeth before using his might to flip Hyper Elf over into a pin. The referee slides in counting quickly with a one, two, but no three. Masters climbs his way back up and attempts another strike like move, but Hyper was able to dodge the punch and grip behind Master’s 270 pound frame and throwing him over into a German Suplex. Ricky Master’s head landing straight onto the mat. A second pause before Hyper Elf kips back up to his feet in a bloody mess and climbs back up one of the close by turnbuckles. With only Masters a few feet away, he waits for the stumbling idiot to stand back on his own feet, and as he turned around to face the flying Elf. He was no longer there but up and over Ricky Masters with a perfectly placed Sunset Flip. Hyper Elf tries to pull Masters body down for the pin, but Ricky was able to plant his feet strongly and began laying punches after punches into the crimson blood wound. Ricky sits on his arms to keep Hyper’s shoulders on the mat with the referee sliding into place. He strikes once, twice, but miraculously, Hyper Elf throws his legs up and around the back of Master’s neck. He pulls forward throwing him onto his back and Hyper Elf sits up and holds Master’s legs close to his own chest. The referee tries to keep up and starts the count over again, One! Two! Three! The third strike on the canvas caused a frenzy in the audience. The crowd so happy to see the Hyper Elf win the match. The bell rings with Lizzie sounding the winner.
Lizzie: And your winner… Hyper Elf!
tbc Ricky Masters
P.S.: This was agreed upon by both of us.
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Post by Ricky Masters on Mar 10, 2009 14:21:05 GMT -4
Hyper Elf rolls to the side, his body almost completely numb from the all the blood loss and all he had to endure. The referee was first over to help the energetic one to his feet and raising his hand in the air, signifying the victor.
Ricky Masters stands up, staring at the two in aw. He could not believe such rediculousness. He growls before letting out a deep yell throughout the arena. His hand clenches into a fist as he charges at the limp Hyper Elf, striking him with a hard clothesline.
"You Bastard! That was mine! I had it! Not you!"
The referee tries his best to get Masters off of Hyper Elf, but it was no help with Ricky pounding away on the half-dead Elf. The referee attempts again after being pushed away, but this time Ricky had enough with the referee.
"You screwed me over! That was a fast count you moron!"
The ref pleads his case, but he was fallen guilty under Masters law. Ricky kicks him in the gut before slamming the ref's head into the mat with a DDT. Hyper Elf, the bloody mess that he is, attempts to get back up with the help of the ropes. Lizzie was over next to the energetic one, trying to help him out of the ring.
They managed to escape the ring and up the ramp, but Masters was close behind. He runs up behind them and kicks Hyper in the shin, the man collapses to the ramp. Lizzie leans over Hyper and does her best to help out an old friend. Ricky Masters grabs a chunk of hair from Lizzie's head and pulls her back up, forcing her to face him.
"You want to try and cross me? Huh!? Huh!?"
She spits in his face, the saliva slowly dripping down Ricky's face which almost seemed to evaporate from the steam Ricky was letting off from anger. Masters pulls back his right arm and slaps across Lizzie's face, she falls to the canvas, a huge red imprint stayed on her beloved cheek.
Masters re-focuses his attention the Hyper, who slowly gets up from the help of Ricky Masters. "Hello buddy, how's it going?" A quick kick to the gut and one arm wraps around the head of the Hyper Elf before he runs forward and drops his crimson face into the steel ramp. Hyper lays motionless as Ricky stares down at his body.
"This is not even over Hyper.. This is NOT OVER!"
Ricky finally turns and walks up the ramp to the backstage arena, with the help of medics running to help out the two who were out cold.
EOT
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