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Post by Ricky Masters on Aug 23, 2008 17:41:54 GMT -4
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Semi-Main event match of the evening, and is for the Television Championship!"
The words echo from the newly recognized announcer, Sang, with some fans near the barricade whistling at the gorgeous Sang, but most fans excited about the upcoming title match that will definitely be a good one.
Suddenly, the fully recognized song by Mercy Drive blasts through the speakers, with images of Ricky Masters on the Butchertron taking his opponents out by devestating Chin locks, and kicks to the head. 'Burning in my Light" continues to play now through the chorus, with Masters bursting out from the back, his arms out wide in the air as if holding the world in his arms. His eyes closed, consuming the audiences displeasure of his arrival.
"This match is set for one fall, and is a STREET FIGHT MATCH! The first contender for the title weighs in tonight at 270 lbs. and hails from St. Louis, Missouri. He is a Pitiful member of.. that... that.. whatever that gay group is called.. DIIICKY-wait.. I mean.. RIICKY.. Ricky... Ricky.. Martin? No.. no that isn't it."
The laugh cracks up at Sangs jokes, but the man who was being made fun of did not seem pleased at all. His glare more than showed his soon to be actions. Ricky Masters takes no time and running in, sliding into the ring going straight for Sang. Sang quickly rolls out and runs away as fast as she could, with only Masters chasing behind.
tbc Gnarf
OOC: Sorry, had to do something a little different, and hype up the storyline. And sorry for the wait, I've been busy.
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Post by gnarfflinger on Aug 24, 2008 0:31:10 GMT -4
OOC: No problem on the wait. I've been feeling kinda drained lately. I also took some liberty with your opening. When Sang is married to or the sister of (I forget which) a guy 7 foot tall and over 350lbs, who's sitting right at ringside, where would she run?
As the Crowd laughs at Sang's jokes, Sang retreats to hide behind Kingbear. Gnarfflinger the Butcher comes through the crowd. While Kingbear stands, Ricky is not detered in his vociferous objections to Sang's humour. The Butcher slams his Frying pan into the back of Ricky's head while he is distracted...
RHD: Whoa man, that's bad news turning your back on the Butcher like that...
KB: *returning to his seat* Yeah, especially when you never know where that son of a Bitch is coming from...
Gnarfflinger continues to slam the Frying pan into the ribs of his foe, who has landed at the feet of Kingbear. The Veteran's eye dart around the area while the fan strikes his target. His eyes lock on the steel ring steps as a grin crosses his face. The Butcher applies a waist lock on his opponent, the squeeze on those pan-struck ribs making it easier but painful to regain his feet. He then lifts his opponent, putting extra pressure on those ribs, and flings his for towards the steel steps. Ricky's face strikes the corner of the steps, opening a small cur on his forehead.
KB: Bleeding already? That is not good for Ricky Masters.
RHD: That reminds me, I'm out of ketchup...
Gnarfflinger pulls a steel spike out of his boot and starts to drive it into the cut on his opponent's forehead, causing him to scream in pain. The Butcher has neglected his defensive strategy, as Ricky is able to drivs a right hand into the nuts of the veteran. Gnarfflinger drops the spike and doubles over the shoulder of his foe. Masters takes the advantage and goes from a single leg lift to slam the Butcher awkwardly into the steel ring post.
TBC: Ricky.
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Post by Ricky Masters on Aug 25, 2008 22:04:25 GMT -4
Ricky Masters now begins hammering on the veteran. throwing rights and lefts as if a ferocious has been released from his cage, and tearing his opponent apart. Ricky irish whips him across the ring to the other ring post. Gnarfflinger's back striking into the corner, as he sees Ricky come charging at him. Gnarfflinger moves out of the way just in time, sliding out of the ring to find something good against the rookie. Though not long outside of the ring, Ricky was able to throw himself over the ropes onto Gnarfflinger.
RHD: Woah! A flying cross body by Masters himself!
King Bear: I.. wouldn't really say that was a flying cross body.
RHD: ook, maybe he kind of just threw himself at Gnarfflinger while flailing about. But that is what he was going for!
A few seconds pass and Ricky begins to stir against the barricade. The fans continue to touch the superstars as if they have some glorified light to them that could possibly cure them from their averageness. He shakes off the pain and decides to pick up the weapon the veteran was in the process of grabbing. He grasps the two by four in his hands and waits for the Butcher to stand to his feet. Once he does, he strikes down hard, the middle of the 5' long board blistering across Gnarfflinger's skull. The man falls to the ground, but with a surprising reaction, he immediately gets to his feet, though not very stable. The Rookie throws the rest of it at him horizontally, but the man was able to duck and spear-tackle the crazy man with the stick.
Gnarfflinger pants heavily before helping his opponent up by grasping Ricky's hair and tossing him back in the ring. Gnarfflinger digs under the ring and just starts tossing weapons after weapons into the ring; A street sign, pole, frying pan, air soft gun, even a hobo that was sleeping under the ring over night.
King Bear: What!? What the hell is a hobo doing here!?
RHD: Very realistic for a street fight match!
King Bear: Alright, as long as he doesn't ask for money after the show.
The hobo himself was already have drunk, with a whiskey bottle in hand. He smiled gently to himself through his big Grey beard, staring over at Ricky Masters who was just getting up. The hobo of course asks for money, but that didn't even phase the Kingdom member noticing Gnarfflinger getting back in holding the frying pan. The rookie shoves the hobo into Gnarfflinger, stopping his momentum. The hobo hugs his new found friend that he just 'happened' to run into. The Butcher gets aggravated withe homeless man and hits him over the head with the frying pan.
With the hobo distracting his opponent. Ricky jumps in, kicking the man in the gut, followed by a beautiful European Uppercut. And to top it all that whip cream, like a ripe cherry on a sundae, He grasps Gnarfflinger head in the opposite direction of a headlock, and drops down so that Gnarfflingers back was cracking across Ricky's own spine.
RHD: Ricky Masters is actually gaining momentum now!
King Bear: I have to admit, that was probably the most impressive thing I've seen him do ever since he joined EVPW.
tbc Gnarfflinger
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Post by gnarfflinger on Aug 26, 2008 10:25:01 GMT -4
The Hobo asks Ricky for some change, but Masters gestures at him to go away. The Hobo persists, so Ricky threatens him. The Hobo wanders away, but this bought the Butcher enough time to retrieve a frying pan. Ricky turns around to catch a Frying pan to the face. Ricky staggers as the Butcher's back arches. Gnarfflinger steps forth and smashes his opponent a second time. Ricky lands on his backside.
RHD: The Butcher sure is taking it to Ricky Masters now...
KB: That damned Hobo is asking the fans at ringside for change!
Gnarfflinger places the Street signin the centre of the ring. He then sees Masters on his hands and knees. He then applies a front face lock, and hits a vertical Suplex, dropping Masters on the street sign. The Butcher grabs the Frying pan and climbs the top rope. Masters rolls over into the perfect position, but as the Butcher attempts the Arabian Skull Crusher, Masters rolls back out of the way!
KB: Crash and Burn! The Butcher went for a big shot early and he's paying for it now!
RHD: Dude, come here and have a seat...
KB: What are you doing?
RHD: Now put this on your head, and you talk into this thing here...
KB: You Idiot!
Hobo: Got any change?
TBC: Ricky.
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