Doomsday
Dark Match
Tag Team Champion[A:3]
[Mo0:5]
Posts: 9
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Post by Doomsday on Jan 19, 2009 11:52:52 GMT -5
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Freakazoid
Developmental
[A:1]
7'1'' 350 lb monster[Mo0:0]
Posts: 19
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Post by Freakazoid on Jan 19, 2009 16:33:38 GMT -5
[‘Flush’ by Brian Welch hits the Titantron as the fans stand to their feet, cheering, knowing who is about to come through.]
Alessandro: “This isn’t Lokee! How dare he!! He must not interrupt Doomsday.”
[Freakazoid walks through the ring curtains with a microphone. He stands on the stage, staring Doomsday down.]
Freakazoid: “Your pathetic plan…will NEVER REIGN…in the EWA.”
[The fans cheer Freakazoid on.]
Freakazoid: “Doomsday…once upon a time…you were a monster. You were vile and disgusting. Hell, I even admit defeat against you.”
[Freakazoid begins to laugh.]
Freakazoid: “But you even went as low as to team with Spawn…mate…that is weak!”
[Freakazoid shows a [...BLEEP...]y grin.]
Freakazoid: “There is a new face of EWA. It takes a real monster to raise hell in this industry…and son…it’s something you can’t do anymore.”
[Freakazoid begins to walk down the stage ramp as he continues to speak.]
Freakazoid: “Hell, you tapped out…you QUIT…is the EWA title even worth anything to you anymore…”
[Freakazoid walks up the ring steps and climbs over the ropes.]
Freakazoid: “You can’t even earn a championship anymore…without…a little…aid…”
[Freakazoid stares down into the eyes of Doomsday.]
Freakazoid: “What happened to you? You used to be the face of EWA…as one of the great champions.”
[Freakazoid walks around Doomsday with his [...BLEEP...]y smile still obvious to the fans.]
Freakazoid: “Now…your bitter rival…is the new face of EWA…and the next in line…to be…CHAMPION!! And isn’t that just a kick in the teeth for you?”
[The fans begin to chant, ‘Freakazoid, Freakazoid, Freakazoid.’]
Freakazoid: “After I destroy Voodoo King tonight AND Sunday, you will see, with his slain body on the ground and me with the World Heavyweight Championship…how washed up you really are. What happened to the Doomsday with the mean streak…you pansy?”
[Freakazoid lowers his microphone, smirking slightly.]
TBC: Doomsday or Lokee
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The Voodoo King
Dark Match
World Heavyweight Champion[A:2]
[Mo0:0]
Posts: 4
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Post by The Voodoo King on Jan 19, 2009 18:54:48 GMT -5
The lights suddenly go out. A red spotlight swings toward the top of the ramp where the Voodoo King stands, surrounded by mist. The EWA World Heavyweight Championship is draped over his shoulder. His eyes are fixed in a piercing gaze at Freakazoid, who is now submerged in darkness. The Voodoo King raises his hand, pointing at Freakazoid.
The Voodoo King: {gravelly} Frrreeeeaaakkkazzzzoooiiiiddd....
The Voodoo King tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. His voice echoes throughout the arena, though it appears he does not have a microphone.
The Voodoo King: {gravelly} You foolish boy. You come out here and make claims and accusations, yet you are the one who can not stand on your own, despite your best efforts. You are a tower with no support, leaning this way and that.
The Voodoo King drags his thumb across his throat.
The Voodoo King: {gravelly} At Equilibrium, that tower shall fall and crumble into pieces. There will be nothing left when I am through. You won't even be a memory and your "glory" will be forgotten. Your words are like dust on the wind and mean nothing to us. You are a "never was" and that is all you shall be remembered as...
The Voodoo King begins to laugh maniacally, his voice bouncing off the walls in a booming, cannon-like tone.
TBC: Doom, Freak, Anyone
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Lokee
Dark Match
Tag Team Champion[A:2]
The Resident Lunatic[Mo0:2]
Posts: 12
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Post by Lokee on Jan 20, 2009 14:38:03 GMT -5
The crowd is shouting and screaming at the ring as the three powerhouses stare one another down. When Not Falling by Mudvayne starts to play through the p.a. system, the fans attention turns to the stage. The lights all go out and the arena plunges into darkness. Fans flash their cameras at the stage hoping to catch a glimpse of Lokee as he comes out. The song kicks into high gear and a spotlight lights up the entrance ramp. Lokee is standing there holding his Tag Team title in his right hand staring down at the ring with a big grin on his face. He turns and looks at Voo Doo King standing beside him with his World Heavyweight title over his shoulder. Lokee just smiles and shakes his head. He starts his short walk to the ring still smiling and occassionally looking back up the ramp at Voo Doo King. Lokee makes it to the ring apron and slides under the ropes.
A stage hand has slid a mic into the ring for him, which he picks up and brings to his lips. Before he says a word, he lowers the mic again and waves his hand in the air toward the stage. His music fades out and the lights come back on. Lokee looks at the two men in the ring and then again up the ramp at the Voo Doo King. Lokee just shakes his head and again brings the mic to his lips as the fans quiet down.
First, I would like to thank Doomsday for giving me such an overwhelming introduction. However, I would like to ask Freakazoid for a copy of the written order from the O'Conners that explains that he is to come out here when Doomsday introduces me. I mean, are you trying to be me? Well, if you are, you have a long way to go. To start, you don't look a thing like me, and I would never be caught dead WITHOUT a title around my waist or over my shoulder. From where I stand Freak... You dont have a leg to stand on. You can come out here and talk all the trash you want, but at the end of the day, your not the champion either. In fact, some of things you accused Doomsday of being, you are guilty of as well. I mean, have you EVER been champion? Have you ever even known the weight of the belt on your body? Have you ever been able to best Doomsday in any matchup of any kind?
The crowd again roars to life for their hero, Freakazoid. Lokee throws his hands up into the air and starts pacing around the ring. He looks at Freakazoid and just shakes his head in disbelief.
Are you people serious? This shit talker comes out here and tells a man who he has NEVER defeated that he has lost his touch. If you ask me Freak, you cannot lose what you never had. What makes this whole situation between you and Doomsday that much funnier, not only has Doomsday bested you in every match you have ever had against him, he stole you tag partner and then again defeated you for these...
Lokee hoists his Tag Team title high into the air over his head. The fans start to boo Lokee as he make stheir hero look worse and worse.
So Freak, why are you out here? Out of all of the times you have come out and declared how much better you are than Doomsday, you have been proven wrong each and every time. Much like what would happen if you and I ever faced off, he has defeated you every single time. For a man who claims to be a dominating force in the EWA, you sure look a lot like a chump to me.
Lokee just stands laughing at Freakazoid as the fans fill the arena with the sounds of booing. Lokee just waves his hand at them all and continues laughing. Then, he gets very serious. His face turns stone cold and he stiffens his body.
UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH... ME VOO DOO KING..... UUUUUHHHHHHH...... ME GOING TO DEFEAT FREAKZOID....UUUUUHHHHHHH.... ME A MINDLESS DRONE WITH NO BACKBONE.....UUUUUHHHHHHH.... ME ENJOY BEING SLAVE TO OTHERS.....UUUUUHHHHHHH.... ME DO WHATEVER OTHERS SAY.... UUUUUHHHHHHH.... ME VOO DOO KING AND ME GOING TO DEFEAT FREAKZOID!!!
Lokee starts to cough and cleat his throat. After a moment, he bursts into a mixture of laughter and coughing.
Wait, I just thought of something. Freakazoid, You and Voo Doo King are both mindless drones. How will either of you make it if this... ha ha, "Great Organization", does not last? AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! Freakazoid... a moronic lackey or not, If you cant defeat this brainless slave, I will. I will gladly take that title from around his waist and enjoy beating him like a bitch. And since Doomsday and I are partners, The Tag Team Champions in fact, You may want to decide how worth it all of what you have to say is to you. I am not Doomsday and will not stand by while some "never was or ever will be" spouts off at the mouth like a spoiled child. If you do choose to go on, and I don't know how much longer I can listen to your whining, I will have to beat you like... a loser who has lost his way.
Lokee backs himself into a corner and hops onto one of the turnbuckles. He sits with his hands on the ropes and his belt at his feet.
TBC: Doomsday, Freakazoid, Voo Doo King, or Anyone
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Freakazoid
Developmental
[A:1]
7'1'' 350 lb monster[Mo0:0]
Posts: 19
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Post by Freakazoid on Jan 20, 2009 17:29:10 GMT -5
[Freakazoid looks around the ring. He looks directly at Lokee.]
Freakazoid: “Lokee, get the facts right. I made your little boyfriend TAP..TAP…TAP!! So has he beaten me everytime? No!”
[Freakazoid turns his back to Voodoo King.]
Freakazoid: “I am not afraid of you. You can talk about how you are going to destroy me constantly…but when are you going to stand to me one on one? Tonight is to the test to see how much you can stand up to Freakazoid. You have been talking for so long Voodoo King, while I’ve been tearing up the EWA, breaking body after body. Get yourself a throat sweet and sort your life out…”
[The fans cheer as Freakazoid looks around the ring. He sees Voodoo King, then Doomsday, then Lokee.]
Freakazoid: “I’m in a ring of hypocrites. I’m quite sick of it. Lokee proclaims his mentor, Doomsday has always beaten me when Doomsday hasn’t pinned me since my return. You got a championship without doing crap. Voodoo King hasn’t even stepped in a ring properly for about a month or so…while Doomsday…the worst of them all…you tapped like a woman. Let’s see though…”
[Freakazoid points at himself with a [...BLEEP...]y grin.]
Freakazoid: “This is the man…who is going to revolutionise EWA…and become…the new…CHAMPION!!”
[Freakazoid raises up a fist.]
Freakazoid: “Now then…who has the balls to stand up to me?”
[Freakazoid drops the microphone and raises his fists, ready for a fight.]
TBC: Lokee, Doomsday, Voodoo King or anyone
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Lokee
Dark Match
Tag Team Champion[A:2]
The Resident Lunatic[Mo0:2]
Posts: 12
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Post by Lokee on Jan 20, 2009 18:18:47 GMT -5
Lokee steps off of the turnbuckle and pics the mic up again. He scratches his head in confusion, as if something Freakazoid said does not make sense to him.
Freak... Who is my "Mentor"? Doomsday? Do not get me wrong Freak, Doomsday is one hell of a fighter, but I fear him like I fear a cold... and in order for someone to be mentor to or mentored by another, I would have to have a need for something he has or knows. All respect intended Doomsday, but I don't need anything from him. You can stand in this ring all you want and declare that you made Doomsday tap out, but in the real world, there is not a single lick of proof to back up that theory. In fact, the EWA has it down that you have never bested Doomsday, in any way, shape, or form. No matter what language you say it in, no record, of any kind, exists to prove that you bested Doomsday. Now, I would like to take this time to notify everyone here that the filing cabinets that Freakazoid's file and contract were in was set on fire by an unknown source. Also, the log of shows and matches for the last year mysteriously vanished. Now, I do not know who is responsible for this, but I would guess you were Freak. You have the most to gain by destroying the proof that Doomsday has DESTROYED you time and time again.
Lokee lets a big cheesy smile cross his face as he looks out over the audience. He again makes eye contact with Freak and just laughs.
While on the subject of destruction, I don't care how big you are, don't bite off more than you can chew. Just because I was given that belt, does not mean I am not worthy of holding it. And to prove it to you Freak... I will stand up against you... any day of any week of any year in any match at any time. You scare me like a mosquito. Little pests like you have been around for more time than I care to understand. The only reason you have made it as far as you have is because of your once friend, Spawn. He held this team afloat... not you. Without him, your a lost puppy in a big city. You come out anytime you want and just start tossing around threats. That's not brave or smart, that's imbecilic. Only a true moron and slave to his bosses would just march around declaring himself the best without actually being so. Now then, if you really think you have what it takes to beat me... Bring it on. I am ready to go right now and would be happy to send you packing. Not for good of course, I would hate to miss the match between you and Voo Doo King... having the chance to watch you get your ass handed to you... AGAIN... is just to good of an opportunity to pass up.
Oh, and just one more thing... If you could do us all a favor and talk about yourself in a normal fashion, that would be great. If you actually held ANY title of ANY kind right now, I could understand your ignorance and need for need to talk about yourself in the third person, but you are not ANY champion of ANY kind in ANY way. You are some normal down to earth jackass with a big mouth who thinks he is better than.... Well, everyone. If that title...
Lokee points up the ramp to Voo Doo King who is standing perfectly still with his title over his shoulder.
If that title was around your waist, I would be much less annoyed by your actions... but, every time you have said your going to win that belt from whomever happens to have it at the time, you have yet to actually be right once. You may want to clerify a few of the things you have to say before you say them next time, that way you don't end up eating crow.
TBC: Freakazoid, Doomsday, Voo Doo King, or Anyone, or End
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Doomsday
Dark Match
Tag Team Champion[A:3]
[Mo0:5]
Posts: 9
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Post by Doomsday on Jan 20, 2009 22:39:56 GMT -5
[Doomsday lifts up his hand and yawns audibly]
Doomsday: {while stifling the yawn} Freak, you're really starting to bore me. Every week, it's the same old thing. You tell us how tall you are and how much you weight, like we give a shit. You tell us of all your previous accomplishments... Again, no one cares. You want to brag about one match... ONE MATCH.
[Doomsday steps forward, staring Freakazoid in the face]
Doomsday: I think you forget yourself, boy. You forget WHO put you on the shelf? WHO made you rethink your career choices. WHO took your tag team title. All signs point to...
[Doomsday lifts up his hand and jabs a thumb into his chest]
Doomsday: ...this guy right here. So, I haven't beaten you since you came back, eh? Do you wonder why that is? Because we don't fight against one another week after week. We are out of your league.
[Doomsday scowls at Freakazoid carefully]
Doomsday: You aren't even in the league of that whipping boy at the top of the ramp. If anything, you are our bitch. I've taken dumps longer than your last title reign. As for holding the World Title, it isn't in my best interests at the moment, but rest assured, I will hold it again.
[Doomsday smiles wickedly then turns his back to Freakazoid]
Doomsday: So, here's a suggestion. Why don't you drag your ass back to the carnival you came from. Maybe there you will have a Freak Show that people WANT to see. But before you go...
[Doomsday gazes over his shoulder]
Doomsday: Get me a coffee with two sugars and shut the hell up.
[Doomsday chuckles maniacally as he pats Lokee on the shoulder]
TBC: Those guys or anyone
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Post by Nicolas Griffin on Jan 20, 2009 22:56:34 GMT -5
Voice: Tha's enough!
[The camera cuts to the stage, where the Voodoo King stands solidly in the center, his masked face turned upward to the screen above him. In the center of the screen, Nicolas Griffin is seen sitting at his desk in his office. Griff's face is set in a serious expression]
Griff: It seems like all o' ye are ready fer a serious fight t'night. Well, it jus' so 'appens tha' I'm in a givin' mood. I'm alterin' yer matches this week. Instead o' the matches ye were all expectin' t' compete in, I 'ave a much better idea.
[Griff's lips twist up into a grin]
Griff: T'night, we will be seein' a little three corner tag team action. In one corner, the Tag Team Champions, Doomsday an' Lokee...
[The camera cuts to Doomsday and Lokee]
Griff: ...against the World 'eavyweight Champion an' the Women's Champion, Voodoo King an' Phade...
[The camera cuts up close to the Voodoo King, who continues to stare at the screen]
Griff: ...against the #1 contender Freakazoid an' his partner...
[The camera cuts to Freakazoid who awaits the announcement, a few seconds pass]
Griff: ...Chris James!
[The crowd begins to boo at the mention of the network representative. Griff smiles menacingly before speaking again]
Griff: I suggest ye all be clearin' the ring t' prepare fer tha' match. It should be brutal.
[Griff's face fades away from the screen and the camera cuts between all of the competitors]
TBC: Anyone or end
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Phade
Dark Match
[A:2]
[Mo0:17]
Posts: 7
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Post by Phade on Jan 21, 2009 0:14:15 GMT -5
Phade casually steps out onto the ramp. The EWA Women's Championship is draped over her shoulder as she slithers up next to the Voodoo King. One of her hands slithers up his back and onto his shoulder. The masked face turns to face her and she smiles wickedly. Running a finger across his masked lips she raises her other hand and points toward the ring. Making one long twisting motion, her hand disappears, then reappears with a microphone.
Phade: Boys and girls, children of all ages... come one, come all...
Phade's smile is crooked, her eyes wild.
Phade: Come to Equilibrium and witness the final destruction of Freakazoid. Witness the end of a "legendary" mortal's existance. Let him join the time traveler in oblivion. Let him fall into a forgotten realm with lost kings. Let the one true King remain upon his throne.
Phade steps in front of the Voodoo King, pressing her back against him.
Phade: And as long as a returned demon and the Death Dealer do not interfere, all will be well...
Phade lowers the microphone, her smile spreading to reveal her teeth.
TBC: Anyone
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Freakazoid
Developmental
[A:1]
7'1'' 350 lb monster[Mo0:0]
Posts: 19
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Post by Freakazoid on Jan 21, 2009 16:13:39 GMT -5
[Freakazoid looks around the ring at all of his enemies. He points at the Voodoo King's title.]
Freakazoid: "Soon...it will be MINE!!"
[Freakazoid looks up into the air and points. He then looks around at his opponents.]
Freakazoid: "Tonight...and Sunday...there will be...FREAKY STUFF COMING YOUR WAY!!"
[Flush hits the Titantron as Freakazoid drops the microphone. He stares at all of his opponents with a [...BLEEP...]y grin. He backs away to the ropes and flips over them.]
Abigail: "What a main event!! How is Freakazoid going to get out of this situation?"
Alessandro: "He can't. 5 megastars who despise him will be hunting for his blood. Face it, he will not survive on Sunday."
Abigail: "We shall see...Freakazoid has defeated most superstars in this business and I think he is ready to defeat some more."
[Freakazoid walks up the ramp, looking around at the fans. As he walks to the main stage, he turns around and looks at his fans. He punches his chest and holds up his right arm, as fireworks shoot out of the sides of the stage. He turns around and goes through the ring curtains.]
TBC: Anyone or END
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