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Post by sleepy on Jul 7, 2017 5:31:51 GMT -5
I'm in :^)
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Post by sleepy on Jun 27, 2017 14:56:50 GMT -5
I made a rude, dismissive and short-sighted comment about Young's RP. To him, I want to apologize. I felt that you didn't take your RP very seriously, and I don't mean the comedy of it. But if I felt that way, I should have came to you with it, not posted a knee-jerk reaction on here. I genuinely appreciate you putting up a RP, whether I enjoyed it as a whole or not. To everyone else that had to go along for the ride of two grown men getting far too worked up over fiction, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. For the record, I'm not quitting, as that last bit may have come off as overly dramatic. Mate I honestly couldn't give a f*ck. It's words on a screen typed by someone i've never met. Your apology means nothing in the sense you have nothing to apologise for, opinions are meant to be shared. That being said, I like writing from the viewpoints of characters. In my next fantasy booking fed show, there's going to be a few choice words for WFWF (none of it to be taken to heart). If anyone fancies getting involved in any inter-fed stuff (even if it's a one off appearance) feel free to PM me <3
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Post by sleepy on Jun 27, 2017 13:10:13 GMT -5
I'm sorry I made people upset by not letting my virtual wrestling character take someone elses virtual wrestling character seriously. :^(
I'm not fussed if he thought my RP was a waste of time, at least he read it. That's what matters to me. <3
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Post by sleepy on Jun 27, 2017 12:44:50 GMT -5
Wowee zowee... ...so, I wound up reading this one first for, well, presumptive reasons. I think you're gonna get some backlash on this one - people tend to take the lighthearted to heart here, for some reason, and you kinda went full tilt at that here alongside poking some pretty sharp barbs at some of the commonplace tropes that sorta make this place tick. For my money? I thought it was a riot. People won't like jabs like the sh*t you said about inner monologues and all that....mostly because you're not wrong. We've had some writers come through here in the past writing this sorta chaotic type of crazy sh*t happening style before. At first, my inclination was to compare this to the stylings of old Hollywood Honor and his weird ass sketch comedy duds of years past, but on a whim, I took a glance at your character's profile, just because I felt like I was missing something. I was. I think you're gonna trip a lot of heads, having Tommy send as (at least part of) your pic base, but damned if you didn't warn us well ahead of time that this sorta thing might've been coming. You delivered theatrics. You delivered Danny trying to have a good time. No one can say you aren't adhering to your creation. Could your barbs at your opponents been a little more pointed? Sure. Vass has got at least 5 RPs up for the viewing that would've given you a bit of insight as to who he is (but I actually kinda liked the approach you took all the same, even if the developable material may have been a bit thin). Your aims at Sean may have been a bit too focused on his look, but at the same time, he's got one RP to his name here and sometimes working off a profile ain't all that hot, so whatever, you did what you did. There's definitely work to be done here - tightening up the narrative, fine tuning the dialogue, and for f*ck's sake, never using that neon green font color again, I think, could really turn what you've started here into sort of a sleeper character that people might be too quick to get arrogant over, and when that happens, they generally wind up eating unexpected losses. Interesting start, man. You've got my attention. Thanks for the reply, it's always fun to get pretty fast feedback. Regarding the picture base, I mean, I have to say look at Brodus Clay. Big dude, covered in tats... dancing to the ring. Had the look of a monster and became a comedy guy. I like the overall look and style of Tommy End but I feel i'd be way too basic (and just like most other people) by being a very serious character. I agree with the points on jabs at the opponents, specifically Vass, but I feel like it suits my character more as to not focus on his opponents. If he's going to be pulling off the role of 'Officer Young', then he's not exactly going to be the kind of guy that spends his time focused on the whole "i'm a better wrestler than you because [insert reason]", he's gonna be the kind of guy to make fun of how an opponent looks, talks or certain moves that they use being dumb (for instance, talking about how the sharpshooter is a move that uses wasted movement), I feel like I can get across the point that I don't really care about my opponents but i'm not stupid enough to not at least take a small look in to them. Except for Vass, i'll admit that was incredible laziness on my part because I really couldn't be bothered to find any of his prior work. (what can I say, at least i'm honest about it) I'm not used to the whole /write for one specific opponent/ kind of deal still, i'm more based around storylines and matches so i'm still trying to adjust. As for what people think of me poking fun at the whole inner monologue thing, eh, it is what it is. Everyone's allowed their own thoughts and opinions and i'm of the opinion that an inner monologue in what is intended to be a wrestling show is pretty dumb, but if people disagree that's okay with me
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Post by sleepy on Jun 27, 2017 7:36:17 GMT -5
You're killing me, Vass. We're 5 days out from the deadline and you still haven't put up a profile. And I still don't know what Danny Young's cutesy message means. You two better show up. Sorry if it seemed like I was being a bit of a prick, I have an RP up for you now. Not much in terms of content but it was fun writing something like that up, especially considering how difficult you made it for me
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Post by sleepy on Jun 27, 2017 5:37:41 GMT -5
“What are you up to?”
Danny Young lounges back in his chair, staring at the television as an unknown man approaches him from behind.
Danny Young: “I’m trying to see if I can really figure out why one of those losers I have to face acts the way he does… do you not think this guy has the same awkward almost nonexistent levels of charisma that Casey has?”
: “I’m pretty sure they’re either related or were both neglected by the majority of their peers.”
Danny Young: “True…”
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A crash of thunder and the pale glimmer of lightning fills the scene, although, there is no clear indication of where these events are taking place. We see a figure in an all black suit, as dark as a chimney sweeps face after a 12 hour day.
: “And… action.”
The lightning crashes once again as the figure turns around, his face hard to see under the circumstances. The short black top hat on his head doing a fairly decent job of covering his face in some way. His voice seems put on, a very thick, over the top canadian accent.
Figure: “I’m a violent gentlemen, eh!”
Voice: “CUT!”
The lights return to a normal view as a man walks in to the camera shot, the image that we were seeing quite clearly being shot by a production company…
Danny Young: *inner monologue* “Like a wrestling show…”
The man in the all black suit and top hat is now clearly identifiable as Danny Young. He looks at the director who seems quite clearly angered at what Danny is doing.
Director: “Danny f*cking Young, what is wrong with you?”
Danny laughs before sparking up a cigarette and walking towards his private chair, the director trailing behind.
Director: “You’re the one that spent money to put this together and you’re not even taking it seriously!”
Danny Young: “And why should I? Have you seen this ridiculous get up? I look like a smarky virgin’s favourite wrestler in this get-up… wait…”
Danny turns to the camera, offering a wink. He’s not 100% certain of how things work in the quite confusing universe of WFWF, but he sure as hell knows that breaking the fourth wall to make fun of his opponents is acceptable.
Danny Young: “Look at me… in my guyliner… aren’t I so masculine and tough, eh? You ever seen that cartoon about those kids in Colorado? I look like the goth kids from that f***ing show.”
Director: “I know you look stupid but we sent people out to get a good look at one of your opponents and this was the feedback we were given. He, uh, he also toured Japan in 2001 or something important.”
Danny Young: “I didn’t ask for the life story of this f*cking loser, I wanted to know how he wrestles so I can make fun of him for putting wasted movements in to his maneouvers. He’s a Canadian so he probably uses the sharpshooter, right?”
Danny Young looks at the director who nods sympathetically, knowing what’s going to come next.
Danny Young: “You’re telling me… this guy is canadian… uses the sharpshooter… and is referred to as a ‘violent gentleman’? F*ck that ****, tell him to get his own schtick. Here’s one for you, hey, cameraguy, get over here quickly.”
The camera shakes a little as it rushes over to where Danny Young and the Director can be heard a little more clearly.
Danny Young: “Keep everything we’ve got so far for this boring goth. I’ve got a few more things to say about him and I hope he pays very very close attention to ‘em.”
He clears his throat and takes the hat off of his head, beginning to grin a little as he speaks.
Danny Young: “Listen here, Sean ‘The Sh*tman’ Casey. You’ll try to lock me in a sharpshooter and lose out because of the overhyped and wasted motions. You’ll try to take me for a wristclutch exploder but i’ll overpower you. Then once you’ve lost this match, you’ll go post on your blog and cry to Death Cab For Cutie songs.”
‘Pffft’ comes the sound of the very unprofessional director, who seems to just be one of Danny Young’s drinking buddies at this point.
Danny Young: “What i’m saying is, you don’t know what to do when an unexpected situation arrives. You freeze up under the lights and you bitch out. You’re not cut out for this, you’re nothing special, you’re just another Canadian hack that clings on to the glory of one old man that got his head kicked in and can’t wrestle anymore.”
The director shakes his head, trying to stifle laughter before an image appears on the screen, almost like the ending of an advertisement. It displays Danny Young giving a thumbs up with a shiny flare on his teeth. The background is a beautiful field with the sun beginning to set behind it as a jingle begins to play.
“Danny Young’s gonna kill a goth, Danny Young’s gonna kick your head off!”
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We cut to a shot of the director of the last scene crouched down, looking over a chalk outline on the floor, on closer inspection, the chalk outline is simply a question mark. He looks around before he spots a figure approaching. He smiles before standing up and offering his hand.
Director: “Mr. Young, it’s been years since you were last out on a case!”
The camera shot pans up to reveal Danny Young in a very ‘miami’ style suit, reminiscent of a famous television detective.
Danny Young: “Well Smalls, I thought i’d have to put in some work to help find our mystery man. Any possible leads?”
Director: “We have a list of names for who this guy may be… i’ve heard rumours it’s Trace Demon in a costume.”
Danny Young: “That’s impossible, goths never try to stand out. WAIT! That may just be the perfect alibi…”
We cut over to an interrogation with someone that obviously isn’t Trace Demon. He looks slightly confused as to why he’s back there or why his hair has been forcibly dyed.
Danny Young: “So… Trace… if that is your real name.”
“Trace”: “I told you, i’m not Trace Demon.”
Danny Young: “That’s exactly what Trace Demon would say! Book him boys!”
The camera pans around slowly to reveal Director Smalls tucking in to some bbq chicken wings, making a mess of his shirt as a sigh can be heard.
Danny Young: “Smalls! You sure this is the right guy?”
Director Smalls: “How am I supposed to know! You’re the one that brought him here!”
Danny Young: “You said Trace Demon wouldn’t show up for the shoot so I should just grab someone who didn’t look busy…”
Director Smalls: “Yeah, that’s true.”
With a disgruntled look on his face, Danny Young turns to look at “Trace”
Danny Young: “Get out of here… and don’t let me catch you performing any more rituals you creepy bastard.”
“Trace”: “I was setting up a f*cking monitor you psycho!”
Danny Young: “That’s what they all say…”
With the loud ‘SLAM’ of a door, we cut to a close up shot of Danny Young. He’s trying really hard to talk with his mouth closed so he can perform an inner monologue like the rest of WFWF.
Danny Young: *inner monologue* “This is the first time i’ve ever been stumped on a case like this…”
He looks towards the camera, still trying to hide the movement of his mouth.
Danny Young: “I’ve checked WFWF.com’s roster section so many times and nothing has shown up… it’s like you’ve vanished.”
He begins to speak clearly, looking just past the camera this time to give the impression he’s not trying to sound stupid when he asks this question.
Danny Young: “Vass… who are you?”
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We return from the opening credits of CSI: Danny to see another crimescene, this time there’s a strong hint of ‘special snowflake syndrome’ in the area as the room displays several posters for bands such as Brand New, My Chemical Romance, Saosin and Alesana. We see a crumpled piece of paper laying on the desk as Officer Danny Young makes his way in to the room, followed by Director Smalls.
Danny Young: “Alright, I want to know what the hell’s happened here!”
Director Smalls: “Well sir, it seems to have been an accidental suicide.”
Danny Young: “Accidental, you mean whoever it was pussied out half way through or like… they killed themselves by mistake.”
Director Smalls: “Pussied out half way through. An awful lot of blood but no body.”
Danny Young: “No body… nobody… HA! I HAVE IT NOW!”
Director Smalls looks to Officer Young in shock as he rushes to the desk, opening the piece of paper up to reveal...
Director Smalls: “What the hell is that?”
Danny Young: “Can’t you see it Smalls? Look! A combination of three simple things.”
He points towards the walls.
Danny Young: “Goth.”
He points towards paper.
Danny Young: “Cringe.”
He motions towards the emptiness of the room.
Danny Young: “No body… nobody. The criminal is cringey, a goth and a nobody. Remember what we did earlier on today in our undercover work? I had to play the role of someone like that for a few seconds and god I know I felt like killing myself. It must’ve been The Sh*tman! I mean, Sean Casey!”
Director Smalls: “Who?”
Danny Young: “Exactly!”
Director Smalls: “You’ve cracked the case sir! But if this crime was committed by Sean Casey… then what about the fact that there is legitimately no body here?”
Officer Young: “F*ck… wait a second. No body plus nobody, minus the goth and the cringe factor. Multiply that by the sum of posters on the wall but then remove the third digit in the number of f*cks I give about Sean Casey and you get the only logical answer…”
Numbers and letters begin flying around Danny Young who begins to slap at them.
Danny Young: “Keep them away from my face, they’re supposed to be in the background!”
The camera zooms out a little to reveal the fact that a bunch of men on step ladders are holding sticks with string and numbers/letters attached to them. Danny Young sighs before his serious face returns.
Danny Young: “Who the f*ck is Vass?”
The camera zooms in on the face of Director Smalls who is casually wiping BBQ sauce from around his mouth. He puts on a shocked look before closing his mouth, attempting to deliver his own inner monologue.
Director Smalls: *inner monologue* “I would’ve gotten extra wings if I had known today was going to be this long…”
Danny Young: *inner monologue* “It’s cool to be able to say what i’m thinking without judgement or without people being able to know what i’m saying. F*ck J Cole!”
Director Smalls: *inner monologue* “I can hear you Danny-eh, I mean, Officer Young! Is this telepathy? Either way… f*ck J Cole!”
Danny Young: *inner monologue* “No, this is inner monologuing. It’s all the rage over at WFWF. I think someone might just dub in our voices over the top of this and then add an echo effect while lowering the volume on them to give them an inner monologue kind of sound.”
Director Smalls: *inner monologue* “I don’t know why we’re doing this whole inner monologue, the audience shouldn’t be able to hear our inner thoughts… unlike a wrestling show.”
Danny Young and Director Smalls both turn and wink at the camera.
Danny Young: *inner monologue* “Who is Vass? What is veal? Where does quorn come from?”
Director Smalls: *inner monologue* “How much would it be for 5 wings? Does anyone have any extra sauce? Where am I?”
Danny Young: *inner monologue* “This is warehouse 34… we hired this place for the day and I really don’t wanna let it go to waste.”
Director Smalls: *inner monologue* “Oh… fair enough.”
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Danny Young: “So… here we are again.”
Danny walks in to the lighting of a dimly lit room, he takes a seat and sighs a little before he begins to speak once again.
Danny Young: “Once again i’m here… in another man’s country… taking another man’s money. What I mean by that is the fact that the winners here in WFWF earn a significant amount more than those they beat and it’s quite clear i’m going to stand above the two men I have to face tonight. If you need any proof, lets take a proper look at Sean Casey other than the fact he behaves like pre-teen that can’t escape their phase of thinking fedoras look slightly cool. He’s been wrestling for 20 years… his hair is going gray and he’s only just made it to the big time. His body has started giving out on him that he’s taken to drowning his sorrows in cheap liquor and over the counter pills. Do you know how sad it actually is to see that? Do you know how it feels for me to know that one of my opponents is already at the gates to the graveyard? Hell, your body has gotten so f*cked up that your ring gear is a clone of the canadian I mentioned earlier because you most likely need to cover up your gut. I know we’re in Canada for Confluence but it’s hard not to hold back on this subject… well, actually, it really isn’t. You’re trying so hard to be someone you’re not that even your family must be thinking it’d be for the best if you lost your battle to the drugs and booze and choked on your vomit in your sleep.”
Danny Young shakes his head a little, looking around as Director Smalls walks towards him, nodding briefly before he stands up and follows him.
Danny Young: “As for Vass ‘The Slayer’... I don’t think there’s anything I need to say. Who the f*ck are you? Did they screw up the match orders? I’m pretty sure the opening match tonight has two other unknown people in there and it sure as hell seems like you’d be a perfect fit. I’ve heard whisperings that you’ve been around WFWF before but it’s pretty clear you’re not worth being mentioned alongside the likes of other greats in WFWF because you’ve done nothing noteworthy.”
Director Smalls pauses before pointing Danny over towards a set of metal drawers, upon closer inspection, they’re cold chambers, meaning that Young and Smalls are in a morgue.
Danny Young: “I can get serious too you know, I can be very serious. I like to f*ck around, sure, but I do that to make sure I don’t lose myself to the vices you’ve lost yourself to Sean. I love to smoke cigs and I know one day it’ll catch up to me but the difference between me and you is that I can quit whenever I want and the only day you quit…”
Danny slams his hand against one of the cold chambers as the lighting allows the name to be read more clearly as ‘Sean Casey’
Danny Young: “Is when you end up in one of these. F*ck Vass, f*ck Sean Casey… long live The Collective.”
Danny grins before offering a cheeky wink, letting the scene fade out with only a little bit of music playing in the background.
“You are my sunshine… my only sunshine…”
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Post by sleepy on Jun 27, 2017 5:23:43 GMT -5
@dudelove038 is actually the only one with Tommy End as his character base. sleepy has End's body but has superimposed some other guy's head on it. Face of Ricki Hall, the original base I used for my character (until I went on with a whole 'dark' character and ended up using ends body cause his gear is pretty similar to what I wanted)
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Post by sleepy on Jun 21, 2017 7:43:46 GMT -5
Is there any limitations on the characters people can have? I have a second character i'd like to introduce and I think I have more than enough time open to be able to write for both characters (or even throw them together as a tag team)
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Post by sleepy on Jun 21, 2017 4:52:25 GMT -5
So uh, writing... yeah... I have no clue what i'm going to go for in the long run but i'm sure I can crank something out :^) Can you clarify what this means? Like uh, ya know... yeah :^)
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Post by sleepy on Jun 20, 2017 18:01:23 GMT -5
So uh, writing... yeah... I have no clue what i'm going to go for in the long run but i'm sure I can crank something out :^)
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Post by sleepy on Jun 14, 2017 5:18:25 GMT -5
Danny Young is uh, ready for action... I guess :^)
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Post by sleepy on Jun 11, 2017 16:15:34 GMT -5
To address some of the critiques made, here's a quick little response. Danny isn't going to be 100% serious all of the time. The bio I wrote up for him and posted was pretty half assed in all honesty and i'm going to have to tidy it up. Think of Matt Riddle in the sense that he's laid back but he can also be an ass kicker. That's the kind of role I want to take with my character, but more of a touch of comedy and overly dramatic segments. I use the whole 'camera' style to try and make it seem more like it's going to be read by someone who's watching a wrestling show. I'll admit i'm not used to the style of e-fed where characters have these crazy inner monologues that the audience (readers) can somehow understand and hear. You don't watch a wrestling show and have this in the background. Obviously, that's how things seem to work around here and i'm going to have to get used to it, just an explanation as to why I use a different style. Regarding The Gangsta's (no clue how to tag people, i'm sorry ;n; ) comments on what the characters intentions are, I felt like if I was giving away his intentions this early on there'd be no real pay off to the character. One of the finer points I like whenever i'm writing is to have something build up over time. If I was to make my first piece here "I'm going to come and kick everyones ass and become champion" and blatantly say it, then it's kind of a bit boring to me. There's subtle hints in there that does give off his intentions aswell. "If I can do that to two men that raised me like I was there son... what am I going to do to someone who was handed fame by her father and carried to fame by his tag partner?" - that line essentially states my intentions without directly saying "I'm going to beat people up." Just thought i'd give my reasons and a few responses Cheers for the feedback, i'll be taking on board as much as I can for my next piece. <3
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Post by sleepy on Jun 8, 2017 4:52:34 GMT -5
sleepy and #DI-WHY? would you guys mind extending our match till Saturday? I've had a LOOOONG week, and if I don't decompress tomorrow I'm gonna implode and burn. I wanna give you guys competition. I have some stuff, but I really need tomorrow to de-stress and Friday half of the day I'll be out and about with IRL stuff. I'd appreciate it. Drakz and Rated R tagged here too so they know. No problem with me!
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Post by sleepy on Jun 6, 2017 13:53:34 GMT -5
FIGHTING SPIRIT III: United
The lighting in the building dims as the fans clap their hands and stomp their feet to the beat of the song. Christopher Reynolds comes out from the back to a massive cheer before he gets in the ring to introduce the show.
Christopher Reynolds: "Wow... two shows down and an endless amount to go. How're we all feeling here tonight?"
The fans give a massive cheer in response to which he grins.
Christopher Reynolds: "Good, good. Well, we all know there's going to be guys from New Japan and Ring of Honor wrestling on the card tonight, who's excited for that?"
The fans give another massive cheer before letting him continue.
Christopher Reynolds: "I'm also going to let you know that just because we're partnered with those companies doesn't mean we can't bring other wrestlers from around the world in... which is why i'd like to take this time to make another huge announcement for the future of Fighting Spirit. Our fifth show... FIGHTING SPIRIT V. Well, that show is going to be a 3 day event, bringing in homegrown talent of Fighting Spirit and the best our partners and independent companies have to offer to create a tournament known as, well, the Pro Wrestling World Cup. This means that the winner of the tournament gets a match of his choosing in any company that is part of the newly named alliance of Fighting Spirit, Ring of Honor and New Japan... PWWC. The Professional Wrestling World Circuit. Thank you all for your time, let's get this underway with an inter promotional match!"
Match 1
Out from the backstage area comes the IWGP Jr Tag Team Champions. Rocky Romero bounces his head as he walks towards the ring, rapping along with the song and slapping the hands of the fans. Trent Beretta looks a little confused as to why the fan reception is so large for them before he shakes his head and walks to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans.
The fans come unglued as the team of Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley storm out from the backstage area, holding up the Detroit hand gesture before heading towards the ring.
Christopher Reynolds: "The following contest is our opening contest this evening. Introducing first, representing New Japan Pro Wrestling. Weighing in at a combined weight of 371 pounds, they are the IWGP Jr Tag Team Champions, Rocky Romero, Trent Beretta... Roppongi Vice!"
The fans give a massive cheer as Romero and Beretta pose in the centre of the ring.
Christopher Reynolds: "And their opponents, representing Ring of Honor! At a combined weight of 417 pounds... the team of Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley... The Motor City Machine Guns!"
The fans give another massive cheer as Sabin and Shelley ascend opposite turnbuckles, hyping the crowd up.
The two teams go back and forth to begin with both sets of men scoring early pinfall attempts. Romero and Beretta begin to work together on Chris Sabin, taking him to their corner and working him over. Big dropkick to Beretta sends Sabin falling from the top rope just as he was regaining the advantage. Romero throws Sabin in to the ring post and Shelley tries to stop it. Beretta with a baseball slide sends Shelley spilling in to the guard rail. Romero and Beretta seem to be closing the match off when Rocky begins to climb up to hit Strong Zero on Sabin. Shelley hits Beretta with a thrust kick, sending him spilling between the ropes. Romero is in no mans land as Shelley hits a rope assisted gamengiri to knock him a little loopy. Sabin pulls him in to a powerbomb position and Shelley lands the sliced bread #2 to hit the Made In Detroit! 1... 2... 3!
Winners - The Motor City Machine Guns
Before they even have a chance to celebrate, out from the backstage area comes The Oceania Experience with weapons. Chair shots are dished out before Christopher Reynolds grabs a mic.
Christopher Reynolds: "Kober! Kober you son of a [censored]!"
Tyson Kober turns his attention to Christopher Reynolds, shouting at him from in the ring.
Christopher Reynolds: "Your boys seem awfully scared of tag team competition. So I decided to bring in some insurance for this show. Let's start match 2!"
RPG Vice and the Motor City Machine Guns are helped out of the ring by backstage staff.
Match 2
Already in the ring we see The Oceania Experience. Tyson Kober, Ryan Kelly and Jordan Wilson all seem pleased with their work and even more confident thanks to defeating The Briscoes and Bully Ray on the last show.
Reincarnate by Motionless in White hits the speakers but the fans are unsure of who's coming out. They look towards the entrance way, along with The Oceania Experience but nobody appears. Out from the crowd behind them rushes 3 men with bandanas covering their faces before they climb in to the ring and the lights come up fully, revealing themselves as Sami Callihan, Jake Crist and Dave Crist... OI4K ARE HERE IN FIGHTING SPIRIT!
The bell rings without warning and OI4K begin to attack The Oceania Experience from behind, the fans going wild with joy as Callihan begins laying in to Kober with vicious boots before smashing him with a running pump kick while he's seated in the corner. Dave and Jake both go flying with stereo suicide dives to take out Kelly and Wilson before heading to their corner. Kober and Callihan go back and forth before Callihan brings in Jake. The match goes on for a good while with both teams getting a lot of offence in. Just as it looks like OI4K are setting up for the Killing Spree, Kelly shoves the referee from behind, sending him in to Dave Crist who topples from the top rope and down to the floor outside. Callihan tries to get involved but he eats a massive leaping knee strike from Wilson. Kober takes Jake Crist in a pumphandle position before powering him up with a ripcord style lift, causing him to spin while Kober brings his knee up to connect with a pumphandle Go To Sleep he's named 'The Worldbreaker'. 1... 2... 3!
Winners - The Oceania Experience
Before The Oceania Experience can cause further damage like they seemed to have planned on doing, Reynolds begins to talk once again.
Christopher Reynolds: "Boys! None of that tonight, none of that. You guys are tough right? Well, Tyson Kober, you're going to be in the Pro Wrestling World Cup! That's going to be at show five... however, at show four. Kelly and Jordan vs. The Motor City Machine Guns for the tag team titles! Kober, if you show your [censored] ugly mug in that match you're out of the tournament!"
The fans cheer the announcement as Kober kicks the bottom rope. The Oceania Experience head backstage, shortly followed by the sore OI4K.
Match 3
Out from the back comes Kevin Scholes, an underdog in some way as he's struggled to get off of the mark here in Fighting Spirit. He heads to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans.
Out next is a man with a big future in the wrestling business, he grins and heads to the ring as the fans cheer crazily for him.
Christopher Reynolds: "Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, from Greater Manchester, England. He stands at 6 feet tall and weighs in at 211 pounds. This is Kevin Scholes!"
The fans give a warm cheer for Scholes who nods his head in appreciation.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent, representing New Japan Pro Wrestling. Hailing from Auckland, New Zealand. He stands at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighs in at 201 pounds. This is Jay White!"
The fans give a massive response for Jay White who raises his arms up in the air, grinning a little.
The bell rings and we're off to a fast paced start. Both men begin dishing out strikes and throws with little room for chain wrestling or flat out grappling. Kevin Scholes climbs to the top and lands on Jay White on the outside of the ring with a plancha of sorts. We get back in the ring and just as Scholes looks like he's about to get a victory, Jay White with a very fast Kiwi Krusher stops all hope of that first victory. 1... 2... 3!
Winner - Jay White
After the match, Kevin Scholes looks angry but shakes the hand of Jay White and raises it before heading backstage.
INTERMISSION
Match 4
Out from the back comes the team of Luke Cross and Steven Cole. The two men look ready to fight after Cross issued the challenge to Kenta Rivers and a partner of his choosing at the last show.
Kenta Rivers walks out with a particularly menacing grin on his face, looking around before grinning and opening his mouth to reveal the word "SHOOT" on his mouthguard. He walks back behind the curtain before the song can properly kick in, letting the music dies out. The fans begin to chant.
"NO MATES!" *clap clap* "NO MATES!" *clap clap* "NO MATES!" *clap clap* "NO MATES!"
The fans continue until the lighting dims, leaving only a tiny bit of light on the entrance way.
Kenta Rivers once again makes his way out, but as soon as the chorus hits, the fans are met by an unexpected sight. Stood behind Kenta Rivers is very clearly Danny Young, a man that the fans highly respected. Cross and Cole look on in shock as the duo walk towards the ring. The fans showing their middle fingers to two men who don't give a [censored] about what they think. They climb in to the ring, with Young taking a crouched position in the corner and Kenta Rivers lounging across the top rope as the fans continue to shower them with boos.
Christopher Reynolds: "Well, it's time for match four. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 371 pounds, the team of Luke Cross and Steven Cole!"
The fans give a massive cheer for two men who clearly seem shaken by the appearance of Danny Young to the point neither of them even bothers posing.
Christopher Reynolds: "And their opponents... at a combined weight of 430 pounds, the team of Kenta Rivers and Danny Young... Team SHOOT!"
Danny Young gets up from his crouched position and walks to the centre of the ring. He makes a cut-throat gesture before turning his fingers in to the form of a gun and pointing at both Cross and Cole.
The match starts out with Young and Cross. From the get go, it's a very one sided affair. Danny Young begins laying in to Cross with kicks so stiff it's a wonder the bruising hasn't shown up already. Young continues laying in to him until he can no longer stand up before he pulls him to his own corner and points at Steven Cole to make the tag. Cole makes the tag and gets in the ring only to be met with a big boot. Young throws Cole around with ease before he tags in Kenta Rivers who laughs as he makes his way in to the ring before he slaps on a guillotine choke, causing Steven Cole to tap out.
Winners - Team SHOOT
Kenta Rivers refuses to let go of the guillotine choke with referees trying to pry him off. Danny Young doesn't intervene, watching carefully until Steven Cole goes limp, finally being choked out. Kenta Rivers gets to his feet and Luke Cross rushes at him. Danny Young springs across and smashes him with a forearm of unbelievable force, the thud of the impact causing the fans to let out an "oooh" sound as Cross falls to the mat, seemingly out cold. Team SHOOT climb out of the ring and head backstage to a chorus of boos.
Match 5
Out from the back comes fan favourite Carmen Black. She raises her arms in the air before running to the ring, slapping the fans hands on the way.
A ticking noise can be heard around the building. The fans look towards the entrance way.
Out from the back comes the IWGP Jr Heavyweight Champion, Hiromu Takahashi. The fans react with cheers as the former 'Kamaitachi' makes his way to the ring.
Christopher Reynolds: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an inter promotional match up once again. Introducing first, representing Fighting Spirit. She stands at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at 'a lady never tells', from San Francisco, California, give it up for Carmen Black!"
Carmen Black raises her arms and pumps her fist as the fans cheer her on.
Christopher Reynolds: "Her opponent, representing New Japan Pro Wrestling. He stands at 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs in at 194 pounds, from Hachiōji, Tokyo, Japan, he is the current IWGP Jr Heavyweight Champion... this is Hiromu Takahashi!"
The fans give a massive cheer for Takahashi who seems to appreciate it.
The match begins and instantly Black is on the attack, laying in to Takahashi with massive forearm strikes to send him back in to the corner. She begins to follow it up with a series of chops until Takahashi blocks it and cracks her with a forearm shot of his own. The two go back and forth but ultimately the size and weight advantage of Takahashi proves to be too much as he eventually overpowers her and plants her with the Dynamite Plunger. 1... 2... NO! Carmen Black manages to get her shoulder up. Takahashi looks appalled with himself before he begins laying in to her before sending her down to the mat with the Time Bomb. 1... 2... 3!
Winner - Hiromu Takahashi
Takahashi celebrates his victory before offering a clap to Black before he heads backstage. Carmen Black is helped to her feet by the referee and is cheered as she makes her way to the back.
Main Event
Out from the back comes the imposing Tommy Weise, the one and only Fighting Spirit Champion. He walks to the ring with menace in his eyes, pounding forearms with fans as he walks towards the ring and waits for his mystery opponent. Before the opponent can enter, Christopher Reynolds begins to speak.
Christopher Reynolds: "Tommy. You are an iron man. Two matches in one night to become the first ever Fighting Spirit Champion."
The fans cheer loudly as Tomm nods in response.
Christopher Reynolds: "Tonight, this isn't about Fighting Spirit or the PWWC. This main event is a test for you my friend, which is why I specifically asked for this man to make an appearance."
The fans let out an "oooooh" as the lights dim.
In an instant, the entire building erupts with cheers. The lighting begins to flicker and out from the back comes the lonely warrior himself. He looks around before pulling the towel from his head and walking towards the ring. He circles the ring and climbs on the apron as the song builds up, the fans knowing exactly what he's waiting for.
"KAZE NI NARE!"
He climbs in to the ring, clapping his hands before placing the towel beneath the bottom turnbuckle. Tommy Weise walks to the centre of the ring, making his presence known to the icon stood across from him.
Christopher Reynolds: "The following contest is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, he is the Fighting Spirit Champion. Hailing from Amsterdam, Netherlands, he stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs in at 276 pounds. This is Tommy Weise!"
Weise holds the Fighting Spirit Championship above his head, staring a hole straight through his opponent.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent... representing New Japan-"
The man turns towards Christopher Reynolds, offering a look of such anger that he's forced to correct himself.
Christopher Reynolds: "Representing Suzuki-gun! He stands at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs in at 226 pounds. He is one of the forefathers of modern mixed martial arts, a former GHC Heavyweight Champion, a former King of Pancrase Openweight Champion and he is an all around badass mother [censored], this is Minoru Suzuki!"
Minoru Suzuki walks straight to the centre of the ring, showing no fear as Tommy Weise slowly begins to back away, handing the Fighting Spirit Championship to Christopher Reynolds before heading to his corner.
The bell rings and the two warriors begin to circle one another. Collar and elbow tie-up leads to Tommy Weise getting a waistlock from behind. He powers Suzuki in to the air and just throws him away, dusting his hands against one another before making a 'bring it on' motion. Suzuki closes in, looking as though they're about to lock up again but instead a vicious slap from Suzuki sends Weise reeling. Suzuki begins laying in to him with kicks and stomps in the corner until the referee eventually breaks it up. Suzuki sticks his tongue out and makes a 'bring it on' motion right back at Weise which sends the fans in to a frenzy. They begin to trade holds, with Weise taking him down with a side headlock. Suzuki with a head scissors before they eventually get back to their feet. Suzuki with a forearm strike, followed up by a powerful gut kick. Weise leans against the ropes for support. Suzuki leaps at Weise, taking him in a cross arm breaker and begins to hang over the top rope. The referee begins to count with Suzuki holding until 4 before releasing the hold. Suzuki climbs on the apron as Weise holds his arm in agony. Weise charges in but Suzuki shoots a boot through the ropes, cracking him across the jaw. Suzuki over the top with a sunset flip for a pinfall attempt. 1... Weise powers out. Suzuki rushes in and smashes him with a PK before going for the cover again. 1... Weise powers out. Suzuki shakes his head and begins to bring him back to his feet. Weise with a big knee strike to the gut of Suzuki to warn him off. Suzuki drops to one knee and Weise takes him in a gutwrench before powering him with a gutwrench suplex. Weise keeps hold and rolls through, powering him over for a second gutwrench suplex. Weise still refuses to let go, powering Suzuki up before planting him with a sit out gutwrench powerbomb. 1... 2... Suzuki kicks out. Weise instantly takes the leg of Suzuki and drops to one knee, stretching the leg of Suzuki over his massive neck with a stretch muffler. Suzuki reaches out for the ropes but Weise drags him back. Suzuki gets himself in to a push up position while Weise is trying to drag him back. Suzuki transitions over, moving his other leg around the head of Weise and performs a makeshift hurricanrana before latching on to the arm of Weise for a cross arm breaker. Weise stretches his legs out to reach the ropes with his feet before anymore damage can be done. Suzuki up to his feet, followed by Weise.
Weise rears back and smashes Suzuki with a forearm strike, but Suzuki laughs and smashes Weise with one of his own, wobbling him a little. Weise returns but Suzuki laughs it off again, striking him with a vicious slap. Weise goes for another forearm but Suzuki smashes him with several more vicious slaps all over the body, weakening him. Suzuki rears back before smashing Weise with a vicious superman style forearm strike, causing him to fall to his knees. Suzuki hits the ropes and comes back with a vicious big boot, sending Weise rolling out of the ring. Weise tries to take time to recover but Suzuki comes in with a vicious punt kick to the already targeted arm, causing even more damage. Weise rolls in to the ring, followed closely by Suzuki. Suzuki begins to take more and more of an advantage, this time coming at him with vicious downwards palm strikes while Weise puts his legs up to try and push Suzuki back. Suzuki leaps in and clobbers Weise on the floor with a forearm strike. Suzuki drags Weise to his feet and grins, locking him in a Sleeper Hold!!
Weise tries fighting back but Suzuki keeps the hold locked tightly before spinning him around and pulling him in position for the Gotch-Style Piledriver. Weise begins to take a few steps back but Suzuki keeps him held. Weise uses his strength to power Minoru Suzuki in the air but Suzuki grabs the top rope and lands safely on the apron. Weise turns and swings a fist only for it to be caught and transitioned in to another rope hung cross arm breaker. Suzuki wrenches on the hold but to the disbelief of the fans, Tommy Weise begins to deadlift the entire weight of Minoru Suzuki with one arm, lifting him up in the air before spinning around and sending him crashing with a one armed powerbomb. Suzuki clutches his back and rolls on to his stomach which only gives the monster a target. Weise mounts Suzuki from behind and begins laying in to him with downwards palm strikes, transitioning in to forearms and then right and left hooks, rattling Minoru Suzuki who is struggling to cover up. Weise gets to his feet and begins to stomp down hard on the back of Minoru Suzuki. Suzuki rolls away to the best of his ability, getting to the ropes for some kind of protection. Tommy Weise stomps down even more, even kicking the rope up in to the head of Minoru Suzuki to try and cause any damage he can. The referee forces him to back off before a disqualification.
Both men are clearly tired, breathing heavily as they look at each other from opposite sides of the ring. Suzuki gets up to his feet and walks over to the centre of the ring, staring defiantly at Tommy Weise. Tommy Weise walks to the centre of the ring, looking Minoru Suzuki in the eye. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Endless slaps causing the sweat to fly from the neck of Tommy Weise coming straight from Minoru Suzuki. The fans are absolutely enthralled by it. Suzuki with more slaps, and more... and more! Tommy Weise drops to one knee as Minoru Suzuki turns his back, letting out a victory shout. Tommy Weise latches on to the waist of Minoru Suzuki, transitioning to the side before he powers him overhead and on to his neck and shoulders with the Endzeit! 1... 2... 3!
NO!!!
MINORU SUZUKI GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!!!
Tommy Weise shakes his head and gets up to his feet, looking down at Minoru Suzuki who gets to his knees defiantly. Minoru Suzuki sticks his tongue out once again in one last act of defiance. Tommy Weise takes Minoru Suzuki in a muay thai clinch and begins to shoot knees up with brutal force, smashing Minoru Suzuki cleanly with each strike. After a few seconds of vicious knee strikes, Minoru Suzuki falls to the mat. 1... 2... 3!
Winner - Tommy Weise
The fans are on their feet showing support for that absolutely tremendous contest. Tommy Weise sits in the corner of the ring, the Fighting Spirit Championship draped in front of him as he looks down at it. A minute passes and a referee begins to help Minoru Suzuki to his feet, but is shoved away. Suzuki crawls towards Tommy Weise, looking him dead in the eye. Both men begin to slowly get to their feet before Minoru Suzuki points at the Fighting Spirit Championship now draped across the shoulder of Tommy Weise.
Tommy Weise smiles, takes the title off of his shoulder and lays it on the floor between the two men. He offers his hand, which Minoru Suzuki accepts, closing out the show on the final image of those two shaking hands with the Fighting Spirit Championship between them.
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Post by sleepy on Jun 5, 2017 15:22:07 GMT -5
Only to be taken out by the returning Hardcore Holly, brandishing an iron chain.
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Post by sleepy on Jun 3, 2017 6:23:18 GMT -5
///
A cold, dark room.
Home.
The camera pans to show light creeping through boarded up windows before a set of hands tears the boards free from their nails, letting the light shine in to the room to reveal himself.
Danny Young: "This place... how long ago did it die?"
He turns to face an unidentified man in a wheelchair, slowly easing himself around. The broken floorboards make it no easy task, but he does it effortlessly, keeping himself safe from any kind of harm.
Man: "Two weeks after you left for Japan. Two weeks after you left to become a 'wrestler'. God, I can't believe you left behind a career in MMA to pursue wrestling. What's so special about it?"
The two men share a chuckle before Danny begins to push him around the building in his chair. The camera shows the slightly dim lit main hall of the room, where a ring is set up, more specifically, a boxing ring.
Man: "January 19th 2001, you come in here and you beg me to let you use the gym after hours."
The faint sound of a childs pleading can be heard.
Man: "January 19th 2001, I tell you to get some money and come back another day."
A door slams shut as Danny Young pushes the elderly man around the outside of the ring, his arm reaching out to touch the ropes.
Man: "January 20th 2001, you come back with a broken nose and a handful of coins."
A rattling can be heard as though coins had been dropped on the floor.
Man: "You told me that you 'earned' it, but I knew you had been fighting for it. I could tell by the look in your eyes. You may have told me a lie on that day but I could see the honest will to survive in your eyes. You wanted to get bigger... get stronger... make it so you could escape this sh*thole."
The elderly gentleman chuckles to himself before coughing violently, Danny Young not trying to help in any way, simply pushing the old man around as he sees fit.
Man: "You only wanted to get stronger so you could survive. Soon enough... you dominated this little world we live in. You controlled the drugs being sold on the street. You controlled who went where and what they'd wear. You were the man. Now look at you... only coming back to this place to rub an old man's face in it. You left this dump behind and we lost our way without someone to help control this place. Why the f*ck are you here now?! Tell me why?!"
Danny Young chuckles a little before giving a short, yet impactful answer.
Danny Young: "Because I can."
The old man begins to laugh before the two stop in front of the main door, with holes and stains adorning it's once beautiful surface. Danny Young pushes the door open before turning to face the old man one final time.
Man: "That's just like you Daniel... as cold and as heartless as ever. Just like this building, there's nothing inside of you anymore but darkness."
Danny Young: "I see... if that's how others see me then let it be that way."
Man: "I heard you have a match soon. Think you've got a chance?"
The two men share a hearty laugh before the old man's body tenses, letting out a choked cough followed by one last troubled breath before he finally succumbs to whatever has been plaguing him.
Danny Young: "I have more of a chance than you ever did. I won't end up like you either."
Danny Young walks away, letting the door shut behind him on the final resting place of the old man. He walks past a signpost which the camera can't help but focus on. In the wreckage of that old building, one thing remained the same way it did when he first left.
"Boxing Legend - Shane Rivers' Gym"
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A room filled with a lifetime of honour.
Home.
The camera pans to show Danny Young sitting in seiza position, an elderly Asian gentleman siting across from him.
Subtitles revealing what the men are saying can be seen, as the two begin to converse in Japanese.
Man: "Well now, Mr. Young, it has been a while since we last spoke."
Danny Young: "I guess it has, master."
Man: "I told you, don't you dare call me that name again."
Danny Young: "You honestly think you can stop me old man? There is nobody outside to protect you anymore. That was child's play and it's all thanks to you... master."
The old man looks at him bitterly.
Man: "What happened... why did you become this way? Were my lessons worthless?"
Danny Young chuckles to himself, taking a sip of the tea intended for the elderly gentleman to drink.
Danny Young: "Nothing has happened to change me. I've always been this way and I don't intend to change anything about it."
Man: "Nonsense! When I first met you, you were a respectful young man that had travelled so far to learn our ways!"
Danny Young: "It seems you can't read people as well as the other old man. I had moved on from fighting to survive when I left that place. I came to you because I simply wanted to get even stronger. I wanted to learn every ancient fighting style, I wanted to learn every secret move, I wanted that power for myself. If I remember correctly... I was the only student to leave this place, correct?"
Man: "What are you getting at?"
Danny Young: "ANSWER ME YOU OLD F*CK!"
Man: "Still impatient... but yes, you were the only one to leave."
Danny Young chuckles wildly, his eyes filled with joy.
Man: "What is it?"
Danny Young: "That first old man, his gym opened in a very unlucky location. There was nobody but me that went there to learn his fighting style. That was a fortunate thing for me. One thing that wasn't so fortunate was how many people you raised with your style here. I must admit, they all had a lot of life left in them."
The old man looks at him in horror before shaking his head in disbelief.
Man: "What are you saying?"
Danny Young: "I guess now that you'll be gone soon... you should know that the style your family brought in to this world solely exists through me now."
The old man looks towards Danny Young who grins, getting to his feet before he looks down at the floor. He lights up a cigarette before throwing the match he used for it on to the table in front of the old man. The old man shows no resistance to the flames, only offering a few parting words.
Man: "No matter where you go, the guilt will always follow you."
Danny Young smiles before turning his back and walking out of the room, speaking in English this time.
Danny Young: "Sayonara, master."
The door slams shut as the camera shows the area around him, almost a hundred unknown figures laying face down on the floor, not moving whatsoever as the small room behind him goes up in flames. He walks through the grounds of what appears to be a mountain side dojo, looking over the edge quite often as he carries on smoking his cigarette.
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A dimly lit locker room with nothing but a single lightbuib and a chair inside.
Home.
A few seconds pass before Danny Young takes a seat on the chair, looking directly towards the camera with a slight twitch in his eye.
Danny Young: "I've been fighting for 16 years now. I have finally arrived in a place like WFWF... underneath the bright lights. However, all I see is darkness. Not in the crybaby special star sense that you get out of all of these 'dark' characters, no, what I see is the darkness of obscurity. I have dominated in shoot fighting. I have dominated the streets of the world. I have dominated the seedy night clubs and the back alley dealings. My name is feared by masters of several styles all over the world..."
He grins, almost childlike but his voice is filled with nothing but hatred and venom.
Danny Young: "But I am the opening match of a WFWF show. That's why I see the darkness of obscurity. I see myself becoming an afterthought. I'm seen as being in the ranks of Anna Ahriman and Mike Jette. Two people in the shadows of men far greater of them. Anna Ahriman, the afterthought daughter of Samael Ahriman. Mike Jette, the afterthought tag team partner of Frank Lynn. Danny Young, the man that has surpassed his masters in every style he's ever learned. The man that is undefeated in shoot fighting. The man that carries on the Kaminoikari style. The man that was trained exclusively by a boxing hero. The man that has nothing to lose."
He grins wickedly this time, his eyes almost getting darker as he talks, his head tilted slightly.
Danny Young: "So that begs the question... if I can do that to two men that raised me like I was their son... what am I going to do to someone who was handed fame by her father and carried to fame by his tag partner?"
He begins laughing manically, almost completely losing control of his mind as he begins to talk at a more rapid pace.
Danny Young: "I have nothing to lose, you have everything to lose and I swear to the devil and the god that make my blood pump through my f*cking veins that I will make sure you two know the difference between someone who had to fight to survive and somebody that decided to fight because they wanted to. F*ck off."
The camera returns to static.
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Post by sleepy on May 29, 2017 11:34:52 GMT -5
FIGHTING SPIRIT II: Electric Boogaloo
The fans can be heard stomping along to the beat of the song as Christopher Reynolds comes out from the backstage area to a massive pop. He slaps the hands of the fans on his way to the ring before sliding in to the ring and collecting a microphone.
Christopher Reynolds: "Ladies and Gentlemen... what a show we have for you tonight. Our main event will see the four singles match winners from our previous show collide in a fatal four way... well, that's changed. It's now a four way dance. Elimination rules!"
The fans cheer loudly as Reynolds offers a cheeky grin in response.
Christopher Reynolds: "But enough about that, it's time for our first match!"
Match 1
The fans give a heart cheer as Kevin Scholes makes his way out from the backstage area. He slaps the hands of the fans before he climbs in to the ring.
Out from the back comes an unknown man to the fans. He seems to be around 6 foot tall as he stands staring over the audience. He walks to the ring, the fans unsure of how to react to him.
Christopher Reynolds: "Well, here we go. Introducing first, from Greater Manchester, England. He stands 6 feet tall and weighs in at 213 pounds. This is Kevin Scholes!"
The fans give a massive cheer for Kevin who bows his head to them and raises his hand.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent, from Helsinki, Finland. He stands at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighs in at 230 pounds. This is Jarno Valkama!"
The fans give an audible cheer for Jarno who doesn't seem too fussed.
The match begins and the two men lock up, with the advantage going to Jarno Valkama. He begins striking away with forearms and chops in the corner, reminiscent of Super Dragon. He takes Scholes by the arm and launches him to the opposite corner where he shadows him on his journey to connect as soon as possible with a massive spear in the corner. He powers Scholes up over his shoulder before crossing him down his back and dropping out to plant him with an air raid crash. 1... 2... Scholes kicks out! Scholes begins to mount a comeback, striking away with everything he's got before he signals that the end is nigh. He pulls Valkama head first between his legs and attempts to power him up but Jarno overpowers him and charges him in to the corner with a running alabama slam. Scholes staggers out from the corner to be scooped up and dropped with a variation of the emerald flowsion named Victoria. 1... 2... 3!
Winner - Jarno Valkama
The fans give a cheer for Jarno who nods in appreciation before heading backstage. Scholes looks frustrated with his loss and kicks the bottom rope before shaking his head, thanking the fans and heading back himself.
Match 2
Out from the back comes a smiling young japanese man. The smile turns to a cocky grin which the fans dislike greatly. He shrugs off the boos and middle fingers as he makes his walk to the ring.
A happy looking young man comes out from the backstage area, slapping the hands of the fans. He raises his arms in the air before climbing in to the ring.
Christopher Reynolds: "Introducing first, hailing from Osaka, Japan. He stands at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in at 195 pounds. He is "The Punisher" Kenta Rivers!"
The fans boo as Rivers bounces on the tips of his toes.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent, hailing from New York City, New York. He stands at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs in at 190 pounds. Give it up for Steven Cole!"
Cole raises his arms once again and waves to the fans before the match begins.
In a very one sided affair, Kenta Rivers gets straight off the mark by catching Cole with a stiff leg kick, causing him to drop to the floor. He follows it up with repeated stomps to the chest before pulling Cole up by his hair and leathering him with an elbow strike with enough force to cut him open. Cole can't put his hands up to protect himself as Rivers pounds away. The commentary team talks about Kenta only being 17 years of age and his mixed martial arts training, which seems to give him the edge here. He slaps Cole across the face which seems to light a fire beneath him until he's clocked in the head with a brutal roundhouse style knee strike. Rivers locks in the guillotine choke for the submission victory.
Winner - Kenta Rivers
After the match, Rivers puts his foot on the chest of Cole which doesn't sit well with some in the back, prompting one of Cole's long time friends in Luke Cross to come out from the backstage area. Kenta Rivers exits the ring with a smirk on his face while Cross gets on the microphone.
Luke Cross: "You think it's okay for you to disrespect someone the way you just have? Fair enough you beat him, but you crossed a line you shouldn't have crossed. Fighting Spirit III, Cross and Cole vs. You and a partner of your choice. I'm going to kick your teeth down your throat you cocky s.o.b!"
The fans pop loudly for Cross while Rivers shakes his head laughing and heads backstage.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Christopher Reynolds hits the ring to announce that thanks to the attack on the last show from Jerome Kingston, Calvin Grey is unable to compete here tonight. Therefore, match three tonight will be to earn entry in to the main event. Out comes Jerome Kingston to a hail of boos as he demands entry in to the main event match thanks to his opponent from the last show 'forfeiting' their spot. Reynolds laughs and says that all he has to do is beat one man to enter tonights main event. Kingston says bring it on and match 3 is set.
Match 3
Jerome Kingston is already waiting in the ring patiently.
Out from the backstage area comes one half of The Legion, the monster known as Tommy Weise. He grins wickedly as a chant of "Tommy's gonna kill you!" echoes around the building.
Christopher Reynolds: "Well, this is gonna be fun. Introducing first, from Long Beach, California. Weighing in at 221 pounds, he stands 6 foot 1 inch tall and has asked to be introduced as 'Golden' Jerome Kingston!"
The confidence from Kingston has completely vanished as the chants of "Tommy's gonna kill you!" have yet to disappear.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent... from Amsterdam, Netherlands. He stands 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs in at 274 pounds. Representing "The Legion", this is Tommy Weise!"
Tommy Weise stretches his arms out as the fans shower him with cheers. The match begins and Kingston goes on the attack early, leathering Weise with forearm smashes to force him back in to the corner. He leaps in for a splash in the corner but Weise catches him in midair like a child. He turns around while keeping Kingston in his arms before launching him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Weise is straight back to his feet and crushes Kingston with all of his weight with a senton in the middle of the ring. Kingston looks short for breath. The match carries on with Kingston getting a little bit of offence in but Weise is treating this match like a joke. Kingston jumps at him to attempt The G Code but Weise sidesteps, catches him in midair and powers him overhead with all of his might to plant him with a side waist-lock german suplex he calls "Endzeit". 1... 2... 3!
Winner and advancing to the main event - Tommy Weise
Weise raises his arms in victory, saluting the fans before heading backstage. Kingston gets back to his feet as the fans laugh at him. He brushes the laughter off and heads backstage.
INTERMISSION
Out from the back comes The Oceania Experience; Jordan Wilson, Ryan Kelly and Tyson Kober. Kober snatches a microphone from Christopher Reynolds on his way down to the ring. The three men stand in the ring, Kelly and Wilson with the tag titles over their shoulders, Kober with a microphone in his hand.
Tyson Kober: “At the last show… ‘The Legion’ fell. Karl Jansen isn’t even able to get here tonight thanks to us. The problem with that is, Tommy Weise got a match to win himself a place in the main event for the Fighting Spirit Championship. Quite honestly… that’s a disappointment. I’m disappointed in you [he points to Christopher Reynolds] for making that happen. That brings me on to my next point… what are you [he points to Christopher Reynolds once again] going to do to make it up to The Oceania Experience?”
Kober throws the microphone to Christopher Reynolds who just about manages to catch it before he enters the ring, defiant of The Oceania Experience.
Christopher Reynolds: “Well… Tommy Weise put up an excellent fight to get himself a match to earn his way in to the championship match. Unfortunately for you Tyson, you haven’t even had a match here yet.”
Tyson Kober comes towards him in a threatening manner while he continues to speak .
Christopher Reynolds: “Which is why… I found a group of three men willing to merge borders with us here at Fighting Spirit to give you guys a challenge. They should be here by now…”
The lights black out entirely.
REACH FOR THE SKY, BOY The fans begin to cheer uncontrollably as the lights come back on, revealing two men standing on the stage, looking towards the ring with a slightly unhinged look, those two men being Ring of Honor’s greatest ever tag team, The Briscoes. The Oceania Experience look in shock as The Briscoes walk around on the entrance way before the two men point towards the curtain.
The fans lose their minds once again as Bully Ray takes a walk through the curtain, pointing towards the ring before Christopher Reynolds begins to talk once again.
Christopher Reynolds: “By the way boys, for being a group of little pricks, this match is a No Disqualification match! Have fun!”
Reynolds climbs out of the ring while The Briscoes and Bully Ray rush in to the ring, the bell ringing to signify the start of the match. In a match that’s wild from start to finish, we begin with The Briscoes and Bully Ray taking the advantage early on, hitting a few of their signature moves such as the Wazzup. Bully Ray signals for tables early but The Oceania Experience all head out of the ring. Briscoes with stereo suicide dives to take them all out followed up by Bully Ray taking a dive over the top rope to the shock of the fans. The brawl goes throughout the entire arena but takes a sour turn when Mark Briscoe is sent shoulder first in to the lighting rig, possibly injuring it. Jay goes to make the save for Mark but Tyson Kober comes in from out of nowhere and smashes him across the jaw with a single leg dropkick, sending him spilling over the guardrail. Bully Ray begins dishing out elbow strikes in the ring but Ryan Kelly shoots in from behind with a vicious Chop Block to bring him down. Several chairshots to the knee later followed up by a knee bar and it’s all over.
Winners – The Oceania Experience
Tyson Kober slips a chair around the leg of Bully Ray after the match before the other members of The Oceania Experience hold his limbs down. Kober climbs to the top rope but Jay and Mark manage to get themselves back in to the ring to scare off The Oceania Experience. The “okay” hand gesture is thrown up before the three men turn their hands to form the “E” before they grin and head backstage with their gold. The Briscoes help Bully Ray to his feet. The trio salute the fans before heading backstage, hopefully a sign that they aren’t done here.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Christopher Reynolds enters the ring, prior to ring introductions to deliver an announcement to the fans.
Christopher Reynolds: “Well now, that was a nice little surprise for you all. However, we’re upping our game just a little bit right now with this announcement. We here at Fighting Spirit are heavily influenced by strong style wrestling, something I’m sure you’re all aware of. With that tiny little piece of information, I’d like to announce that Fighting Spirit has entered a partnership with Ring of Honor and New Japan Pro Wrestling.”
The fans let out an incredible cheer as Christopher Reynolds grins.
Christopher Reynolds: “That’s not down to us, that’s down to you fans. That is all thanks to you guys supporting the pro wrestling scene here in the UK. The fact we managed to sign unknown talents all around the world prior to our first show is all thanks to you guys. So with that, as a treat, at our next show, we will have a nice little three way show. We’ll see the stars of Ring of Honor and New Japan Pro Wrestling collide with Fighting Spirit to bring you guys the best damn wrestling on the planet!”
The fans cheer once again before Christopher Reynolds bows his head respectfully.
Christopher Reynolds: “From everyone involved with Fighting Spirit, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Enough of the soppy stuff though, who’s here to see some wrestling?”
The fans let out an incredible cheer as the lights dim, signaling the beginning of match 5.
Match 5
Bouncing out from the backstage area comes a grinning young man with his hair pushed back over his head. He slaps the hands of the fans on his way down towards the ring before climbing in to the ring.
Out from the backstage area comes the pixie haired Carmen Black, a face the fans are familiar with as they welcome her back with a massive cheer.
The fans look towards the entrance way as the song builds up over time. As the song picks up and kicks in, out from the backstage area walks a heavily tattooed man, his hood covering his head but a beard can be seen. He gets close to the ring and pulls the hood down to reveal himself as the former 2 time OCW: Old School Honors Champion and the only 2 time XFE Young Gunz champion in history, Danny Young. The fans look on in disbelief as he’d been thought to have given up on wrestling. He enters the ring, shock on the face of both Carmen Black and the unknown young man making his Fighting Spirit debut here tonight.
Christopher Reynolds: “Introducing first, from Nottingham, England. He stands 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs in at 212 pounds, this is Josh Caine!”
The youngster Josh Caine takes a few steps forwards, raising his arms.
Christopher Reynolds: “Second, from San Francisco, California. She stands 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at ‘a lady never tells’, this is Carmen Black!”
The fans cheer once again loudly for Carmen Black who climbs the ropes and raises her arms for the fans before throwing one of her merch shirts out to the crowd.
Christopher Reynolds: “Finally… currently residing in Osaka, Japan by way of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, England. He stands at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at 236 pounds. This is Danny f’n Young!”
The fans give the loudest cheer of the intros to Danny Young who bows his head respectfully before crouching in the corner.
The bell rings and both Carmen Black and Josh Caine attempt to team up on Young, which backfires after he smashes their heads together. Young works over Caine for a short while before Carmen Black sends him spilling from the ring with a headscissors. Caine begins to get the upper hand on Carmen Black before he climbs to the top rope. Young cuts him off and sends him from the top rope to the ring apron with a deadly driver. Black knocks Young from the apron and attempts a suicide dive, but she’s caught in midair and sent crashing in to the ring post. The match continues in Young’s favour until Carmen Black manages to send him spilling back out of the ring thanks to a crouched Caine. Caine and Black go back and forth for a little while, with Black coming out on top with a vicious reverse frankensteiner to plant Caine on the top of his head. Black looks to follow up but Danny Young flattens her with the falling lariat. 1… 2… 3!
Winner – Danny Young
The fans give a massive cheer for all three involved, with Danny Young heading to the back straight away.
Main Event
Shaun Parker makes his way out from the backstage area to a massive cheer. He sports a classic NUFC shirt as well as neon green and black trunks.
Kami makes his way out to a fairly decent cheer. He takes a vertical leap to the ring apron and heads directly to a corner.
“The Hammer” walks out from the backstage area, throwing up his fingers to the fans to show his clear distaste for them, with many of them returning the gesture.
The massive Tommy Weise makes his way out from the back to a massive cheer. He raises his arm in the air before he hits the ring.
Christopher Reynolds: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is to decide the first ever Fighting Spirit champion. This match will be held under elimination rules. Introducing first… from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne by way of The Bigg Market. He weighed in this morning at a few bottles of brown ale and a corned beef pasty. He stands by the door to the pub with a tab in his mouth, this is ‘Raveheart’, Shaun Parker!”
The fans give a cheer as Shaun Parker takes off his NUFC shirt.
Christopher Reynolds: “Second, hailing from Space Mountain, Disneyland, Tokyo. He stands 6 feet 1 inches tall and weighed in at 216 pounds. This is Kami!”
The fans give a cheer for Kami who looks relatively calm, although his face is hidden by a mask.
Christopher Reynolds: “Third, hailing from Newham, Greater London, England. He stands at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighed in at 183 pounds, ‘The Hammer’ Dave Stone!”
The fans boo as Stone throws up his middle and index fingers towards the fans.
Christopher Reynolds: “Finally, hailing Amsterdam, Netherlands. He stands 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs in at 274 pounds. Representing "The Legion", this is Tommy Weise!"
The fans give a massive cheer for Tommy Weise who bows his head towards the fans.
Dave Stone walks in to the middle of the ring, pointing at each man in the match before hurling expletives at each of them. Shaun Parker shoots his hand out, catching Stone across the jaw with a right hand to get us underway. Stone and Parker begin to brawl wildly while Tommy Weise and Kami size each other up. Kami rears back and smashes the massive chest of Tommy Weise with a powerful chop. Weise rears back and gives one back to Kami, both men refusing to back down. Parker and Stone have spilled out of the ring, smashing each other with everything they have before Stone sends Parker in to the guardrail, taking him out for a short time.
Stone climbs in to the ring, watching the battle of chops between Weise and Kami. Stone gives each man a chop of his own before inviting one of them to hit him back. Kami goes first, smashing Stone hard enough to send him back in to the corner. Weise closes in and smashes Stone with an even harder chop, turning his chest red already. Kami follows up with a chop of his own, then Weise, then Kami before both men begin trying to one up each other further. Parker climbs in to the ring and smashes Tommy Weise in the back of the head with a leaping forearm strike, sending him down to one knee. Kami charges in at Parker who avoids and takes him down with a drop toe hold, sending him face first in to the knee of Tommy Weise. Dave Stone attempts to escape but Parker grabs him by his trunks and attempts to send him flying with a german suplex. Stone grabs on to the ropes to block it but Tommy Weise locks his arms around the waist of Shaun Parker, pulling both men back a little before powering them both over with a double german suplex. The fans are on their feet for the big man. Kami shoots in from behind, hitting Tommy Weise with a low kick. Weise hobbles a little and Kami begins rattling in the low kicks. Weise shoves him back but Kami flies in with a hesitation dropkick to the knee of Tommy Weise, causing him to buckle and fall to the floor. Kami shoves him out of the ring with his boots before he hits the ropes to attempt a suicide dive. Shaun Parker sprints along the apron and catches him with a knee lift mid dive. Shaun Parker takes his head and spins him around so his head is facing upwards before he drops from the apron, causing Kami to hit the ring apron with the back of his head with a makeshift neckbreaker. Dave Stone dives from the apron on to Tommy Weise who catches him and sends him through the guardrail with an almighty spear. Weise picks him up and drags him in to the ring before setting him up for his finisher. Weise with a side waistlock before powering him overhead and maintaining an impressive bridge to cover him thanks to the Endzeit!! 1… 2… 3!
Elimination – Dave Stone
The match continues as Dave Stone is rolled out of the ring. Shaun Parker gets up in the ring and attempts to overpower the massive Tommy Weise. Weise picks Parker up and dumps him unceremoniously outside of the ring again. Parker gets up on the apron but Kami comes in from behind on Tommy Weise, pushing him in to Parker. Parker spills in to the guardrail and Weise staggers backwards. Kami with a rear waistlock before using all of his power to send weise overhead with an incredible german suplex. The fans come unglued as Kami gets up to his feet and he lets out a wild scream like a possessed animal. Weise up to his feet and Kami slaps him across the face to wake him up. Weise charges at Kami who ducks him and sends him spilling in to the ropes. Kami ducks down beneath him with a classic schoolyard trick to cause him to fall. Weise rolls through on to his knees and Kami rushes in, smashing him across the jaw with a massive knee strike. Parker in to the ring to attack Kami. Parker begins laying in to Kami with forearm strikes and clubbing blows. He pulls Kami head first between his legs, signaling for the Brown Ale Hangover, but Kami gets out and traps the arms of Shaun Parker in a double underhook before he lifts him up and spikes him down with the Kaminoikari!! 1… 2… 3!
Elimination – Shaun Parker
The final two, Tommy Weise and Kami. They begin slugging it out with massive strikes. Kami falls to his knees first and Weise follows up with a vicious muay thai clinch, keeping him in place. Weise with repeated vicious knee strikes until Kami goes limp. Tommy Weise looks at the crushed Kami on the floor and shakes his head before taking him in a side waistlock and deadlifting him from the floor. He powers him up and overhead with the Endzeit before bridging to keep the cover!! 1… 2… 3!! NOOOOOOO KAMI MANAGES TO GET HIS SHOUDER UP!! The fans are jumping up and down on their feet as Tommy Weise gets to his knees and pleads with the referee. Kami begins to crawl desperately for the ropes, reaching out for them to help him to his feet as the fans will him on. Kami turns around in to Tommy Weise who smashes him with a vile headbutt before taking him in a side waistlock and sending him overhead, releasing him this time so he has more of a chance of landing on his head from the Endzeit. Tommy Weise covers him with authority this time. 1… 2… 3!
Elimination – Kami
Winner and NEW Fighting Spirit Champion – Tommy Weise
The fans give a massive cheer in support of the effort of the final two competitors, but when the dust settles, only one man will have his hand raised. That man tonight, is Tommy Weise. He begins to get to his feet as the fans cheer before Christopher Reynolds hands the Fighting Spirit Championship Weise. He hoists it proudly in the air before dropping to one knee. Out from the back comes The Oceania Experience but from the crowd comes The Briscoes and Bully Ray, cutting them off from ruining the celebration. The Oceania Experience head to the back as the camera closes out on the image of Tommy Weise staring down at the championship in his hands.
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Post by sleepy on May 17, 2017 6:20:34 GMT -5
FIGHTING SPIRIT I: Rebirth
The lighting in the building dims as the video feed shows flames rising from the ground before the words "FIGHTING SPIRIT" become clear. The fans begin to stomp on the floor along with the beat of the song as the camera pans out. From the backstage comes owner Christopher Reynolds, a now retired professional wrestler. He walks through the fans and climbs in the ring, taking a microphone and begins to speak as the song begins to fade out.
Christopher Reynolds: "Welcome... to the first chapter of Fighting Spirit. Tonight we will see five matches... four of which to decide who will meet in the main event of our second show to decide our first ever Fighting Spirit Champion. And the main event of tonights show, a little treat for you all, we have a match to crown our first ever Tag Team Champions. For now, let's get on with the show."
Match 1
Out from the backstage area comes a tall, confident looking young man. He walks to the ring with an undoubtable swagger as he bounces his hand. The fans seem to take him for somewhat of a prick and begin to boo him.
His opponent steps out, his eyes full of nerves but also a hint of confidence. He grins and rushes towards the ring, slapping the hands of the fans on his way. It's clear to see who the fan favourite for tonights match-up is.
Christopher Reynolds: "Ladies and Gents, our opening contest this evening is a qualifier for the Fighting Spirit Championship Fatal-Four-Way match! Introducing first, to my left, he stands at 6 foot 1, and weighs in at 220 pounds. Coming to us tonight from Long Beach, California... this is Jerome Kingston!"
The fans let out a thunderous chorus of boos as Jerome Kingston shrugs them off, clearly not phased.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent standing to my right. He stands at 5 foot 8 inches, and weights in at 173 pounds. Coming to us tonight from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Calvin Grey!"
The fans give a loud cheer for Calvin Grey who bows his head to the fans.
Jerome Kingston sprints across the ring before the bell has a chance to even sound, striking Calvin Grey with a jumping knee strike. Kingston begins laying in to him with clubbing forearm shots, forcing Grey down to his knees. Kingston takes a few steps back and leathers him across the jaw with a sick right hand. Kingston drags him from the corner and attempts a lazy cover, but only gets a 1 count. Kingston immediately changes his plan of action and straps on a chin lock. Grey begins to fight to his feet, but Kingston takes a handful of hair and whips him back for a makeshift neckbreaker over the knee. The crowd begin to boo Kingston as he continues to dominate Calvin Grey. Kingston drops back to a corner of the ring, waiting for Calvin Grey so he can his his signature running double knee strike, The G Code. Kingston sprints at Calvin Grey who manages to avoid it, sending him in to the ropes. Kingston hits the ropes chest first, looking a little stunned as Calvin Grey pulls him from behind and rolls him up. 1... 2... 3!!! Calvin Grey manages to steal a victory here tonight with a roll-up to the delight of the fans.
Winner - Calvin Grey
Kingston is absolutely shocked as he begins arguing with the official. Calvin Grey hoists his hands but not for long as Jerome Kingston smashes him in the back with The G Code. The official tries to stop the attack but can't as Kingston begins to hammer away at the lower back of Calvin Grey. Calvin Grey looks seriously hurt as Jerome Kingston finally backs off. Calvin Grey begins to try and crawl to safety which seems to only infuriate Jerome Kingston even more. Kingston from the top rope to hit a diving double foot stomp to the lower back of Calvin Grey. The fans boo and Kingston heads backstage with his hands raised as Christopher Reynolds and the official check on the condition of Calvin Grey before the official helps him backstage.
Match 2
A man that has set his sights on becoming a franchise player here, a very strong looking man makes his way out. The fans give him a hearty cheer.
A masked man makes his way out from the backstage area. He walks to the ring as the fans give him a bit of a cheer.
Christopher Reynolds: "Match two of the night... introducing first, standing to my left. Standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 211 pounds, hailing from Greater Manchester, England. This is Kevin Scholes!"
The fans give him another hearty cheer.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent to my right. Standing at 6 foot 1 and weighing in at 215 pounds. Hailing from... Space Mountain, Disneyland, Tokyo. This is Kami!"
The fans laugh at the homeland of Kami who seems to be very straight laced, his location a very out of character thing about him.
The bell rings and the match begins. Kevin Scholes takes the advantage early from the collar and elbow tie up but Kami isn't too phased, opting to let himself be backed in to the corner. Kevin Scholes seems to be backing away but Kami shoots his hand out to slap him across the face, telling him to up the intensity instead of trying to disrespect him. The two men trade blows but Kami strikes harder with a shoot kick to the chest of Kevin Scholes, knocking the wind out of him. The two begin to trade blows again before Kami eventually takes advantage once again, striking Kevin Scholes with a vicious elbow strike to knock him a little loopy. The two continue to fight, but Kami always seems to be in the lead before he begins to execute his signature combination. A straight slap, a rising palm strike, pull in to the european uppercut. Kevin Scholes staggers backwards in to the ropes. Kami pulls Kevin Scholes in to a double underhook and powers him in to a vertical position before shifting his hips and driving him on his head with the Kaminoikari, the Wrath of God. 1... 2... 3! Kami takes the win with relative ease.
Winner - Kami
Kami raises his hands in victory before shaking the hand of the grounded Kevin Scholes. Both men get a round of applause and its clear Kevin Scholes has earned the respect of the fans despite being so easily outmatched.
Match 3
Out from the back steps a slim, shaved headed young man with a nasty looking snarl on his face. He throws his middle fingers up to the fans who return it in kind. He walks to the ring with a confident swagger.
Out from the back comes a short haired girl with a grin on her face as the fans wave their hands along to the song. She slaps the hands of the fans on her way to the ring, easily becoming embraced by the audience.
Christopher Reynolds: "How's everyone feeling after match 2? Good?"
The fans respond with a massive cheer.
Christopher Reynolds: "Great! Great! Well, up next, another match to decide who's going in to the main event of our second show. Introducing first, from Newham, Greater London, England... standing at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at 184 pounds, he is "The Hammer", Dave Stone!"
The fans let out an absolutely room quaking boo for Stone who simply sticks his middle fingers up to the fans once again.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent... from San Francisco, California... standing at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 'a lady never tells', this is Carmen Black!"
The fans let out a massive cheer as the match gets underway.
Stone takes the advantage early, using every dirty trick he can. He begins by pulling on the hair of Black, who struggles to fight back thanks to it. After a short while, Black begins to mount a comeback, starting with a head scissors to send Stone through the ropes. She sprints and flies at Stone, sending them both spilling in to the fans thanks to the suicide dive. Black throws Stone back in to the ring and climbs to the top rope, but Stone recovers, throwing her from the top rope. The two go back and forth a short while longer until Stone spits in her face, causing a distraction. While she tries to wipe her face, he catches her with a vicious hook punch to the kidneys, causing her to drop to her knees in agony. He smashes her in the back of the head with a forearm strike to lay her out before taking her in a reverse indian deathlock, pulling on her arms and making her eat the mat with a vicious Curbstomp. 1... 2... 3!
Winner - Dave Stone
Stone is essentially booed out of the building, but he doesn't seem to care. The fans give a massive cheer for Carmen Black as she bows and heads backstage.
INTERMISSION
Match 4
The fans pop loud for the song, nevermind the man that it's supposed to accompany. The lights go out and glowsticks can be seen being thrown from behind the curtain. Out from the back pops a man with neon green stripes on his wrestling trunks so the fans can see him. He thumps his hips to the beat and the fans are loving every second of it. He climbs in to the ring as the lighting returns to the building.
The fans pop once again for the song. Out from the back comes another man, this time with neon pink stripes on his wrestling trunks. He pumps his fist to the beat and walks down to the ring, dancing on his way. The lights come back on and the two ravers come nose to nose in the middle of the ring before backing off.
Christopher Reynolds: "Well... it seems we've booked quite a mirror match for everyone here tonight. Anyways, introducing first. Hailing from Newcastle, England by way of The Bigg Market... weighing in at a couple of steak bakes and a few brown ales, he stands at the door of the pub with a tab in his mouth, he is "Raveheart" Shaun Parker!"
The fans give a massive cheer as he thumps his hips to the beat of the fans clapping.
Christopher Reynolds: "And his opponent... hailing from Liverpool, England by way of Creamfields... weighing in at a few packets of crisps, he stands on the dance floor singing his heart out, this is "The King of Scouse House" Colin Stevens!"
The fans give another massive cheer as the two men begin to square up to one another.
The two begin by running their mouthes before it descends in to a dance off. Shaun Parker breaks in to a sweat after Colin Stevens begins busting out shapes to his theme music. A fan hands him a packet of cigarettes and a lighter which he proceeds to light up before he pushes Colin Stevens out of the way and begins dancing wildly. Colin Stevens jumps in with a kick to the gut and the match is finally underway. The two go back and forth before Stevens sets up for his finish, the Bounce by The Ounce. He springboards from the ropes and looks to grab Parker for the cutter but Parker manages to sidestep it, prompting Stevens to roll through. Parker shoots in with a knee strike to knock stevens loopy before planting him with a piledriver he's named the Brown Ale Hangover. 1... 2... 3!
Winner - Shaun Parker
The two shake hands after the match, with Parkers hand being raised by Stevens. The two share a cheeky grin before heading to the bar and collecting two drinks.
Main Event
Two men walk out from the backstage area, one in a wrestling singlet, the other in wrestling trunks. They pound forearms and walk down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans.
Two young men walk out from the backstage area, both of them seemingly not interested in the fans thoughts. They instead look cocky and the fans don't seem to appreciate it whatsoever.
Christopher Reynolds: "Ladies and Gents, your main event this evening is to crown the inaugural Fighting Spirit Tag Team Champions... introducing first. From Amsterdam, Netherlands he is Tommy Weise!"
The man in the singlet raises his arm.
Christopher Reynolds: "and his tag team partner, from Rotterdam, Netherlands he is Karl Jansen... together, they are The Legion!"
The Legion raise their arms in unison before pounding their forearms together, looking menacingly towards their opponents who mockingly pound their forearms in response before wiping their fake tears from their faces.
Christopher Reynolds: "And their opponents, from Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia... Ryan Kelly... Jordan Wilson, The Oceania Experience!"
The two men turn to each other and grin before making the 'okay' hand gesture at their opponents. Ryan Kelly and Tommy Weise exit the ring.
Karl Jansen and Jordan Wilson circle each other in the ring before Jansen shoots in early. Jordan Wilson sprawls, taking the advantage on top of Karl Jansen and performs a push up from the back of Jansen before getting to his feet. Jansen gets to his feet, looking a little agitated. Wilson comes in on the attack this time but a wild swing of the leg from Jansen causes him to back off almost instantly, the speed of the kick enough to shave hairs. The two men begin to tie up, with the bigger man Jansen getting the advantage, pushing Wilson in to a neutral corner. The referee begins his count and Jansen begins to back off. Big open hand slap from Wilson enrages the big man, who lunges in, but the speed of Wilson plays a major role as he ducks the attack. Wilson laying boots in to the gut of Jansen in the corner, dropping him to a seated position. The referee pulls Wilson back who raises his arms, providing a distraction. Ryan Kelly sprints along the ring apron, shooting his boot forward to crack Karl Jansen with a face wash. Kelly back to his corner. Wilson comes in close again, using his knee to apply pressure across the chest of Jansen in the corner. Referee begins his 5 count, with Wilson backing off on the 4. Handful of hair to pull Karl Jansen back up to his feet. Jansen slaps the hand of Wilson away before swiping the leg. Jansen attempts a brute force stomp to the head but Wilson rolls away. Jansen attempts a middle kick to strike the kneeling Wilson in the head, but he ducks it. Wilson shoots from behind and takes the leg of Jansen out with a vicious chop block. Wilson takes him by the leg and drags him back to his corner for a quick tag.
Ryan Kelly gets in the ring and instantly drops an elbow across the knee of Karl Jansen. Jansen shouts in agony but Kelly doesn't let up. A second elbow, followed by a third. Kelly takes hold of the injured leg. A quick tag to Wilson who takes the other leg before the two wishbone Karl Jansen. Jansen turns on to his stomach, trying to crawl for the tag. Wilson hits the ropes and a low single leg dropkick stops any crawling Karl Jansen has in mind. Another quick tag to bring Ryan Kelly back in to the action. This time a knee drop across the leg of Jansen, his face telling a tale of pain. Another elbow across the knee, followed by another elbow! And another! Jansen really has nowhere to go. Ryan Kelly begins to walk away, his arms stretched out before he charges at the opposing corner and smashes the brick wall known as Tommy Weise with an elbow strike. Weise attempts to get in to the ring but the referee stops him, causing a distraction. Wilson stretches the leg of Jansen over the bottom rope and Kelly leaps up to deliver a brutal stomp across the knee. Wilson lifts the leg and snaps it down over the bottom rope to cause even more damage. The referee turns around just as Wilson gets back on the apron. Kelly reaches over for a quick tag, the two men get Jansen back up to his feet. Jansen is whipped in to the ropes but comes flying back, taking both men down with a flying double clothesline. Jansen begins the slow climb to his corner. Jordan Wilson gets to his feet and grabs the weaker leg of Jansen, attempting to drag him back. Jansen flips himself around to catch Wilson in the back of the head with the enzuigiri before he dives at his corner, making the tag to Tommy Weise.
Weise runs at the recovering Ryan Kelly, using his body as a battering ram as he sends him back in to one of the corners. Jordan Wilson jumps at him but Tommy Weise is having none of it, catching him in midair before sending him flying overhead with a massive overhead belly to belly suplex. Ryan Kelly attempts to stop Weise but he's caught too, this time ragdolled around before being thrown with a release german suplex. The fans come unglued as Weise stalks the recovering Jordan Wilson. Kelly rolls underneath the bottom rope, seemingly out of it. Weise hits the ropes from behind Wilson who has no clue what's going on. Weise comes back in front, hitting the opposite ropes before throwing himself through Jordan Wilson with a vicious Spear. Wilson is folded in half. Weise reaches to his corner for a tag. Jansen gets himself in to the ring, shaking his injured leg a little. Weise lifts Wilson up for a crucifix powerbomb while Jansen climbs to the top rope. Jansen leaps from the top rope, performing a blockbuster on Wilson while Weise throws him down, executing the Final Page! 1... 2... NO!!!
Ryan Kelly in to make the save! But he's hit the referee with his knee while diving in! Tommy Weise lifts Kelly up and sends him to the corner with a buckle bomb before rotating his body and smashing him as he staggers from the corner with a discus lariat. Kelly is out of commission for now. Jansen gets Wilson up, taking him by the head and powering him up before spiking him with a brainbuster. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... the referee is nowhere to be seen! Tommy Weise gets in to the ring, going to wake up the referee. Someone slides in to the ring behind him, but it's not Ryan Kelly! Who the hell is that?!
The Mystery Man swings a steel chair, cracking Tommy Weise in the back of the head, causing him to fall in a slump over the middle rope. Jansen gets to his feet, trying to fight off the Mystery Man but takes a chairshot to the leg for good measure. Jansen falls to the floor holding his leg in agony. Ryan Kelly back in the ring, he holds up the 'okay' hand signal before turning his hand to form an 'E' with his outstretched fingers. He holds the arms of Karl Jansen while the Mystery Man slips the steel chair around his leg. A bang is heard as his foot comes down on the chair, crushing the knee of Karl Jansen! He takes the chair off and throws it out of the ring before pulling Tommy Weise out. Kelly helps Wilson up to his feet and he slips Karl Jansen in to a knee bar in the middle of the ring. Ryan Kelly wakes the referee up and turns him to see Karl Jansen unable to fight anymore, tapping out!! Winners and NEW Fighting Spirit Tag Team Champions - The Oceania Experience
Ryan Kelly drops to his knees and hugs Jordan Wilson. The fans begin to boo loudly as they celebrate their victory. In comes the Mystery Man with a microphone. He pulls the mask that was covering his face off to reveal his face.
Mystery Man: "Ladies and Gentlemen... your winners and forever to be the Fighting Spirit Tag Team Champions... THE OCEANIA EXPERIENCE!!"
The fans boo loudly as the three men celebrate a little more. Christopher Reynolds has entered the ring with the Fighting Spirit Tag Team Championships. He hands them over, only for the Mystery Man to strike him across the jaw with a big boot. The fans boo even more as Reynolds falls to the mat, holding his jaw. The Mystery Man once again takes the microphone and begins to talk.
Mystery Man: "For those of you who don't know me, my name is Tyson Kober, I am New Zealand's finest and my good friends here, Ryan Kelly, Jordan Wilson... the three of us form The Oceania Experience... but who says that's all we have?"
The fans boo once again but the big man on the outside, Tommy Weise begins to recover. He slides in the ring with the steel chair used earlier but The Oceania Experience manage to get out of the ring before he can cause any damage to them. They hoist the Fighting Spirit Tag Team Championships above their heads and Kober grins wickedly, holding their arms up in the air. The show closes on Tommy Weise checking over Karl Jansen with a few members of medical staff coming out from the backstage area to take care of him.
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Post by sleepy on May 16, 2017 11:27:52 GMT -5
Fighting Spirit - coming soon.
Things To Know
Fighting Spirit is a fed based on fictional characters. Shows are ran in the style of PROGRESS Wrestling/PWG. Every 10 shows, we run a 'WrestleMania' of sorts. Every 12 shows, we run an anniversary show. Fighting Spirit is open to inter-fed stuff. If you want any of your wrestlers to feature, let me know and we can work something out. Every main event gets a full match written. Every title match gets a full match written. Every serious feud 1 on 1 gets a full match written. Will be updated.
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sleepy
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Post by sleepy on May 11, 2017 10:09:47 GMT -5
(Unsure of RP formatting, please let me know the correct formatting and i'll get it fixed ASAP) The camera cuts suddenly from ringside. turning to the titantron as static begins to appear, flickering violently as the lighting in the arena begins to slowly fade out. Commentator 1: "What the hell is happening here? Is there anyone in the back that can let us know?" The image shown to the fans at home, and the ones in the arena via. the titantron is one of a masked figure stood in a dark room. The image is very grainy, as if recorded on an old camera. He raises his head and looks straight towards the camera, an almost intrusive look straight in to the minds of every single person watching the footage. A voice can be heard, a very distorted and demonic sounding voice. : "I'm here... to tell you all a tale." The video carries on playing, this time cutting to an image of the figure walking through the woods. A soft song begins to play in the background. : "Many, many moons ago... a terrible plague washed over the Earth. The religious thought that it was the work of the devil. The heretics believed it to be the work of the religious to try and force more to join their cause. You may not have heard this tale in your... history class. This is the truth of what happened. The lords of the time thought it wise to trust the religious... the religious thought it wise to enlist beings known as 'Plague Doctors' to assist in fighting. What the religious were not aware of... in all of those doctors... there was a single one that disagreed with what was going on." A separate voice cuts in, a slightly more normal sounding voice. "These... these people... they blame a being that doesn't exist for the problem! They blame a fictional being! If... if that's the case... let's see if I can make that being a reality!" : "So the single oddity began his experiments... he began to become warped. While the sun was still shining, he would 'fight' the plague... but when the sun crept in to hiding... his work didn't stop. Those that met with the doctor were told to meet with him two evenings after their initial treatment of the plague. There his experiments truly shone. The disfigured corpses of those he experimented on were never found, their families never too worried and simply believing the plague took them." "This should work! This should work!" : "The man continued with his experiments until the plague was eventually defeated. He had no more disposable resources to use for his experiments. Surely, this should be the end?" An unhinged laughter can be heard overpowering the audio of the song. : "Fortunately, it wasn't. He lured women of the night, drunken fools and small children to his experiment site and carried on until he heard a voice he'd never heard before. That voice told him what he needed to do. That voice sent him in to madness. Two nights later, the single oddity completed his experiment. His reward? He lost control of his own life. The religious sent this man to the brink of Hell... and this man was welcomed with open arms at the gate by a Baphomet. See... that very same Plague Doctor had a Baphomet waiting for him." The figure in the Plague Doctor mask from the video begins to slowly remove his mask, showing his face for the first time. : "We all have our demons. Many of us lose to them. Many of us die due to them. But I... I am not like those other people. My demons know they are not strong enough to control me... but maybe a Baphomet can." The man in the video grins wickedly before the video cuts out once again. The fans in shock due to what they've just seen. Commentator 2: "Are we back on? We are? Ladies and Gentlemen, we're very sorry about that. It seems that an outside source managed to hack their way in to our display system. Thankfully we've regained control." Commentator 1: "I'm not sure if you know who that man was... but if he has his sights set on WFWF... then may god have mercy on us all."
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