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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:24:01 GMT
D.C. Wiland, dressed in his ring gear and a black tank top and shades, stands backstage, right next to his lawyer Henry Leroyheimer.D.C. WILAND: Come on, Hank. Tell 'em. Why did the chicken cross the road? HENRY LEROYHEIMER: Well, uh... to get to the other side. D.C. WILAND: Yeah, yeah, but why did it want to get to the other side, Hankster? HENRY LEROYHEIMER: Well, uh... I... dunno? D.C. WILAND: To make more room around you... so I can run in and KICK YOU IN THE BALLS! Shocked Henry runs away as Wiland laughs. He takes his shades off as he looks at the camera, smiling wide.D.C. WILAND:It made room for a whole bunch of you buttpipes... Deezy demonstrates a kicking motion before walking away, still laughing.
Holly Guacamole cocks her head to the side as the question is read to her.HOLLY GUACAMOLE: Is that a trick question or something?! Oh! Maybe it was going to get a job at the nearest Pollo Bucket! She laughs and elbows Brutus Smith to give his answer.BRUTUS SMITH: I am Brute. The camera begins to move back to focus on both, but stops and lingers on Brutus Smith, who's eyes dart back and forth curiously. Holly grabs the camera and focuses it back properly.HOLLY GUACAMOLE: Hey! He gave his answer! Were you expecting more?! We gotta go prepare for our match! She begins walking away, the camera looks back at Brutus, who eyes the camera sternly. Holly grabs him by the hand and leads him away. A beam of light appears in the middle of a dark room. We hear steps of a big man slowly approaching the scene. After several short seconds, El Proscrito walks into the beam, looking down on the ground. He starts speaking slowly, and we hear that his voice is artificially edited and made deeper.EL PROSCRITO: Why did the chicken... cross the road? He looks up, facing the camera.EL PROSCRITO: To find... justice. A gunshot is heard as the room suddenly goes dark again. Charlotte O'Neal standing by.CHARLOTTE O'NEAL: Why did the chicken cross the road? What an asinine question to ask. Who cares why it crossed the road? Off camera, a response.?: Relax, Charlie girl. The camera pans to reveal Tiger Red himself, the Supremo Champion El Tigre de Jengibre.EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: See you’ve got it all wrong. The chicken wasn’t simply crossing the road. No, man, it was doing what I’ve been telling everyone to do; it was running from the tiger. Tigre begins laughing maniacally.
Vaughn Ronie Jr.:”Because Mr. Rottentreats is going Chicken Huntin’!Just as Vaughn Ronie Jr. finishes his statement Mr. Rottentreats darts across a rural road chasing after a chicken with a hatchet. ”Dee-Licious” Douglas Divine:”Brizz! Look out!”Divine’s warning is a tad too late as Mr. Rottentreats rolls up and over the hood of an early 90s Honda Accord with a thud. Both Vaughn Ronie Jr. and Douglas Divine run to the aid of Mr. Rottentreats as the car darts off. Mr. Rottentreats:”…I’m good. Ugh…”
The broadcast transitions momentarily to an outdoor scene, where Mr. Crazy can be seen standing on the sidewalk of a quiet suburban street. He looks straight at the camera and flashes the horns-gesture with a hand, before addressing the viewer. Mr. Crazy: So… management wants us to answer the age-old question, the bad dad-joke that’s we’ve always been dreading at the back of our collective minds: Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?Mr. Crazy appears to turn away to scratch his head momentarily, shaking his head before shifting his attention back to the camera in front of him. Mr. Crazy: For starters, I ain’t no fucking chicken and I sure as hell ain’t paid to step into a fucking Pollo Bucket commercial fryer….Mr. Crazy interrupts himself to reach for the ground off-camera and picks up a cage containing a live chicken. Mr. Crazy: …So I’m going to let Charlie the Chicken here answer your fucking question.Mr. Crazy turns his attention momentarily towards the clueless and flustered-looking chicken clucking away in the cage. Mr. Crazy: Alright Charlie, why did the fucking chicken cross the road? “Charlie” does not answer the question, only offering a few unintelligible noises and clucks as a response. Mr. Crazy sighs and begins walking to the edge of the sidewalk. Mr. Crazy: Alright, since Charlie the Chicken isn’t spilling the beans on the question, why don’t we let this feathery fucker cross the road and find out what the big deal is?The current Scramble Champion lowers the cage onto the curb and pulls the door open. The chicken walks out, tentatively surveying it’s surroundings and picking on the ground as it steps onto the asphalt. Mr. Crazy: That’s it Charlie, now cross that fucking road…The masked wrestler watches as “Charlie” steps around the road in a circle. Mr. Crazy attempts to get things going by guiding the chicken towards the other side of the road, but “Charlie” does not actually seem interested in actually crossing the road. Instead, the chicken opts to stay within close proximity of the cage and the man who placed the chicken in there in the first place, much to Mr. Crazy’s presumed amusement/irritation. Mr. Crazy: I can’t believe this shit, the one time we get to find out what the chicken’s been looking for across that goddamned road, and the little fucker gets cold-feet on me…Senor Loco looks towards a direction off-camera, shaking his head and throwing his hands upward in frustration. Mr. Crazy: Well, we fucking tried. Lets skip straight to the punchline!Mr. Crazy points a forefinger towards the chicken, and nudges with his head towards the camera. Mr. Crazy: Check this shit out….“Charlie” the chicken appears to be picking at the bars of the cage momentarily, before being completely obliterated by a purple ray of light. The chicken is immediately disintegrated by the ray, leaving only ash and a lone-feather floating down towards the ground. Mr. Crazy: NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!The camera immediately pans across to reveal Zargnax, resplendent in his trademark Exosuit and sporting one of his many Ray Guns. The alien invader laughs heartily as he points the Ray Gun directly towards the camera with a sneer on his face. Zargnax: LET THIS BE A WARNING TO YOU HUMANS! THIS IS THE FATE THAT AWAITS ALL WHO RESIST THE INTERGALACTIC CONQUERER!!! HAHAHAHA!!!The camera pans quickly back to Mr. Crazy who appears to be clearly amused by the spectacle, even through the mask covering his facial expression. He turns towards to face the camera and raises his hands, extending both of his middle-fingers in a doubly-rude gesture. Mr. Crazy: Fuck the chicken, fuck the road and fuck your bad joke! Chicken Little was right, but it wasn’t the sky the little shit should be looking out for. It’s what comes out of that fucking sky that you should be looking out for. Zargnax steps on-camera to join his tag-team partner on the screen. Zargnax: THE SUBJUGATION OF YOUR PLANET BEGINS THIS SEASON, FILTHY MONKEYS! SURRENDER ALL HOPE!Mr. Crazy places a hand on the shoulder of Zarnax’s exo-suit while flashing the horns with his other free hand at the camera. Mr. Crazy: Welcome aboard the Starship Insanity, bitches. If the Canadians want to bring hockey sticks to a gun-fight, so be it…The human luchadore leaps onto the back of the alien’s exosuit, wrapping his arms around the torso as Zargnax blasts the both of them up in the air with rocket thrusters attached to his boots. Zargnax: SETTING COURSE FOR THE EMPIRE STATE!Mr. Crazy: WARP-SPEED, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!Both members of Starship Insanity blast off into the sky, quickly disappearing from view into the distance of the sky above. The camera pans back down onto the edge of the sidewalk, holding on a shot of the empty chicken cage and a lone chicken feather on the asphalt next to it. The shot slowly fades to a black screen with the following caption superimposed on it:
STARSHIP INSANITY
Catch them live on Season 2 of Pollomania.
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:24:33 GMT
Just as Mandarin is about to begin introducing our very first event of 2016, he is interrupted by the intro to the newly reunited Guns 'n Roses song "Welcome to the Jungle" which can only mean one thing! Yes! The Supremo Champion, El Tigre de Jengibre is here! Charlotte O'Neal is naturally in tow and seems to be trying to reason with him as the duo make their way down the ramp and to the ring. Tigre is dressed in typical workout gear and Charlotte has her usual business demeanour intact. Tigre climbs through the ropes, grabs a microphone from a stage hand and puts a finger up to Charlotte O'Neal's lips as she still tries to reason with him.
EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: As you're probably well aware by now, I'm not medically cleared to compete here tonight. You have the so-called "Intergalactic Conqueror" to thank for that. You have Zargnax to thank for the severe facial burns I suffered in the Pollo Playhouse match. It not only cost my team the win in that match, it also cost me an opportunity to defend my championship for the very first time.
Boos.
EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: Late last season, El Vainillo scored a direct pinfall over me. It wasn't a singles match, but AIPollo saw fit to award El Vainillo a title shot for doing so. Strange though because my first loss as champion didn't come at the hands of El Vainillo, it came at the hands of Grin, Woody and Super Pollo in that Gravied Alive match. None of those guys were awarded a title shot for doing that so why you, Vanilla?
"VA-NIL-LO!" chants.
EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: This is season two and 2016 is a brand new year for us all. A lot of people believe in new year's resolutions and while I didn't make any myself, I decided I'm going to go against the orders. You may recall that by winning the trios tournament last season, I not only earned a bunch of money but also the opportunity to make any match I wanted, any time I wanted regardless of circumstances. Well, guess what? Take your doctor's orders and shove it. I'm making a match right now... and I'm putting my title on the line. I don't think El Vainillo deserves the first shot, so how about... Grin or Woody or both! Come on out!
The camera pans to the entrance and the fans get loud in anticipation. Of course, Grin nor Woody come out.
EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: Can't say I didn't offer. How about you, Super Pollo? You were at the season finale!
Again, the camera focuses on the entrance and the fans begin chanting "SOUP! SOUP! SOUP!" but alas, no Soup for you.
EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: I guess if it isn't a sneak attack, he isn't interest--
The Bouncing Souls' "Ole" begins playing to a ridiculous pop from the sold out crowd. Tigre looks a bit nervous as Charlotte backs him into the corner turnbuckles and looks to be admonishing him pretty badly for getting himself into this, but Tigre shakes his head and gently pushes her aside. El Vainillo rushes out and raises his arms before running down to the ring. He stops at the apron and motions for the championship.
EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: You want this?
Vainillo nods as Tigre unfastens it.
EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE: Whatever, let's do it.
The crowd comes unglued as Tigre removes his t-shirt and hands the belt to a stage hand, El Vainillo gets in the ring... and Smalltooth Jones quickly checks both men over.
MANDARIN: Gah-reetings! It is I! The esteemed elitist alien known as Mandarin! This is indeed the season premiere of Pollomania and we look to be starting things off with a big bang if you will! El Tigre de Jengibre has opted to cash in a golden opportunity to get around the doctor's orders. It appeared to have been a ruse because he called out Grin, Woody and Super Pollo - none of which are here! El Vainillo answered the call and much to our surprise, El Tigre has not backed down from this challenge! I do have to say though, there is something a bit off about El Vainillo tonight. Something that not even five human weeks could change....
Mandarin's curious statement doesn't get a chance to be finished as the bell sounds and both men circle around one another before locking up. Tigre quickly rolls him into a small package!
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Tigre gets up and celebrates like he just won the lottery, Charlotte O'Neal joins in as Holly Guacamole and Brutus Smith also rush down to ringside. Smith gets in and lifts Tigre onto his shoulders as Holly kicks the challenger out of the ring.
MANDARIN: I do not know about you, humans, but something seems a little off here...
The Misfits parade around the ring as El Vainillo gets to his feet, hanging his head in shame.
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:24:55 GMT
As the Pollo Bucket ad finishes, Owl Man walks down to the ringside area and shoves his smartphone at Mandarin. Mandarin curiously looks at it, then at Owl Man who nods, Mandarin hands the phone over to a stage hand who begins to press a few buttons and suddenly Pollovision lights up with a text and picture from "Vainillo" showing a car with a slashed tire while the accompanying text says "maybe be late". Mandarin says something inaudible to the stage hand, who replies "I'll look into it".
DR. SCREAM: THIS OPENING 3 WAY CONTEST FOR WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!
"The Final Countdown" by Europe hits.
DR. SCREAM: FIRST! WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND ONE POUND! HE COMES TO YOU FROM THE BOX TO YOUR BOWL... THE BEST BREAKFAST IN THE WORLD... RAISIN BRANIELSON!
The egg cracks open and Raisin Branielson rushes out, raising his arms rhythmically to chant "CER-E-AL" as he runs down to the ring. The lights got out as he hits the ring as the riffs of Robert Spurling's "Falling Behind" begins filling the arena. Smoke begins pouring out of the crack in the egg and soon fills up the stage area, the fans hush as the egg opens up and reveals Tezcacoatl!
DR. SCREAM: SECOND! WEIGHING ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE POUNDS! FROM YUCATAN, MEXICO... THE SERPENT KING - TEZACACOATL!
With a cape over his shoulders, a staff on his right hand and a snake for a necklace. He stands there and looks around smiling before he starts moving down the ramp in a rather erratic way. Once near the ring, Tezcacoatl stops and gets his hands up allowing the light to come back to the arena. He climbs inside the ring just as "Where The Devil Don't Stay" sounds, the venue goes absolutely dark.
DR. SCREAM: THIRD! WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POUNDS! FROM EL PASO, TEXAS... EL PROSCRITO!
The giant egg on the entrance cracks open at around the 40 second mark as the song gets heavier and El Proscrito walks out on the ramp, as a spotlight shines on him and follows him to the ring as the only light in the arena at the moment. Once El Proscrito is in the ring, the lights in the arena go back up as the crowd cheers. El Proscrito stands in the center of the ring, pointing his right hand like a gun to the sky. He moves to the corner as his music begins to die out and Raisin Branielson motions to Tezcacoatl to help attack Proscrito, who takes a stance and watches both men intently. Branielson charges first, eating a chop and distracting Proscrito sufficiently enough for Tez to attack, but he also eats a chop. Branielson comes back, YAKUZA KICK~! Branielson goes down in a hurry as Proscrito backs Tezcacoatl into the corner and begins unleashing more chops until a Branielson double axe handle puts a stop to that.
MANDARIN: You can always expect a double team in this kind of match, but the real question is always - how long will it last?
Branielson double axe handles Proscrito a second time and looks to throw him out of the ring, but instead rams him shoulder first into Tezcacoatl. Branielson grabs Proscrito again and Irish whips him off the ropes, but the Saint of Killers lariats the milk out of Raisin Branielson's bowl. He turns around and stalks Branielson slowly getting to his feet, but doesn't notice a charging big boot courtesy of Tezcacoatl that cleans his own clock. Tez covers!
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2-BROKEN UP BY BRANIELSON!
Branielson grabs Tez in a rear waistlock, but Tezcacoatl tries to fight it. He elbows Branielson and gets himself free of the hold, Mr. Breakfast staggers back but charges in groggily at the Serpent King, looking for a single knee strike. Tez ducks and Proscrito catches him! Proscrito hoists him up... POWERBOMB~! Hoists him up again... POWERBOMB! He hoists him up again and spins around in place... SITOUT POWERBOMB! Almost as though he had him scouted, Tezcacoatl charges in with a Shining Wizard and covers Branielson!
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2-BROKEN UP!
MANDARIN: Lots of that in these matches too! Letting the other opponent do all the work and picking up the scraps!
Having almost stolen the match with two of the three men almost out of it, Tezcacoatl takes a moment to regain his composure and catch his breath. When they begin to stir, he gets up to a vertical base first and climbs out onto the apron. He waits until Proscrito is up to his feet then slingshots himself in and hurricanranas him! The momentum sends Proscrito out of the ring leaving Tez with Branielson, who has pulled himself to his feet in the corner. Branielson staggers into the middle of the ring, and Tez sees his opportunity, charging up against the ropes, handstanding, bouncing and nailing Branielson with the handspring back elbow! Well, that's what should've happened had Branielson not caught the Serpent King in a rear waistlock! Branielson spins him around into a front waistlock and belly to belly suplexes him into the corner turnbuckles! He covers!
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2-KICKOUT!
Branielson tries climbing the top rope, but Tezcacoatl is able to crotch him before he can mount any offense from up there. Branielson falls back down into the ring and gets covered!
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2-NO!
Proscrito has pulled himself up to the apron, and Tez tries to cut him off but receives a chop for his efforts. He stumbles back into the ring, allowing the Saint of Killers to climb in. Tez charges him again, but gets scooped high above Proscrito's head with a military press and launched down on top of Branielson, who's barely been on his feet for a second. Tez rolls out to the apron and Proscrito tries for a cover on Branielson!
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FLIGHT OF THE QUETZAL~!
The high-angle senton bomb sees Tezcacoatl land on the back of El Proscrito, but crushing Raisin Branielson underneath in the process. Tez grabs Proscrito and yanks him into position for a snapmare, but instead leaps up looking for a Shiranui... Proscrito has other ideas and gets Tez in great position for a tombstone piledriver. The Serpent King does whatever he can to make it difficult for Proscrito to hit it... Branielson does an even better job by double axe handling him from behind! Tez lands on the mat, Proscrito lands on his knees and Branielson decides to showboat instead of capitalizing! Proscrito gets up and ducks a punch, GERMAN SUPLEX! He holds on and pulls him up... wrist lock... turn around... SPEAR~! THE GUNSHOT! Branielson is nearly split in half! Proscrito turns around into the AHAU (diving knee strike) from Tezcacoatl and goes flying out between the ropes. Tez grabs Branielson's 'corpse' off the mat and off they go to Al Inframundo with his running package piledriver. Tez covers!
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2-HERE COMES EL PROSCRITO!
HE DIVES IN...
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MANDARIN: Oh my! Tezcacoatl steals one from the Saint of Killers and puts his own personal stamp on it!
Tez exits the ring, pointing at Proscrito as he backs up the ramp. Proscrito is none too pleased about all this. Tezcacoatl stops and yells at Super Pollo's power before leaving through the egg.
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:36:16 GMT
We come back from our ad break to the slow intro of G-Eazy's "Almost Famous", the entrance egg cracks open and a cloud of steam comes out of it.
DR. SCREAM: THIS NEXT CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT! FIRST! WEIGHING AN EVEN TWO HUNDRED POUNDS! HAILING FROM SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA - D! C! WILAND!
The sign "DEEZY TAUGHT ME" appears on both entrance screens as the chorus drops.
"Young with too much cash, watch how I came up fast They say I'm next to get it, they bring your name up last And while I made it splash, rappers came and passed But still I ask myself: HOW LONG DOES FAMOUS LAST?"
The beats gets heavy with the final line of the chorus and D.C. Wiland storms through the steam onto the entrance ramp as the crowd boos in unison. Wiland smiles wide as he points at his tanktop saying "Entragar Sus Putas" before walking to the ring. Once reaching the apron, he slingshots himself into the ring and immediately climbs to the closest turnbuckle. He takes his tanktop off and signals he will be throwing it to the crowd, but instead he just drops it on the ground before dropping down from the buckles. He sits in the corner, waiting for the beginning of the match as his music dies out and gets replaced by an all too familiar riff... Owl Man bursts out of the open egg with his cape covering his face. As the song hits the first "OWL MAN!", pyro explodes on either side of the egg, and Owl Man throws the cape behind his back and opens his arms wide, soaking in the love.
DR. SCREAM: SECOND! WEIGHING WAY TOO MUCH FOR THE SCALES IN THE BACK! HE HAILS FROM...
Scream is taken aback by the cue card and turns to Mandarin.
DR. SCREAM (off mic to Mandarin): Really? His mom's basement?
Mandarin shrugs in a "I don't know what a basement is" sort of way.
DR. SCREAM: uh... POLLOPOLIS!? THE OWL MAN~!
The pyro finishes as Owl Man then strikes a flying pose and pretends to soar down to the ring. He tries to hop onto the apron and slingshot over the ropes, but either falls back down or gets tangled in the ropes and falls awkwardly forward. Afterwards, he tries to act dignified, as the crowd laughs. Eventually, he makes it to the ring, where he waits for the start of the match.
DR. SCREAM: YOUR REFEREE IS DARNELL CANE~!
Boos for that considering his curious actions at "So It's Come to This", but Cane ignores them and checks over both men before calling for the bell. OWL! OWL! OWL! chants as Wiland and Owl Man circle around the ring a couple of times. Owl Man holding a mere one inch height advantage over Wiland and surely an undisclosed weight advantage, but this doesn't really deter Wiland from being the aggressor here as he lunges forward, Owl Man clumsily dodges it and Wiland winds up in the corner. Owl Man charges... BIG BOOT~! Wiland eats all of it, but quickly dumps himself out of the ring and walks around the outside, gently slapping his own face in attempt to shake off the effects of the move. Wiland rolls back in, gets up to a vertical base and locks up. Owl Man grabs an arm wringer and tries to wrench it in tight, but Wiland grabs him by the back of the mask and yanks him to the mat. The crowd boos as Darnell Cane asks him if he pulled the mask, Wiland of course denies any wrongdoing and uses his hand to give the fans a whoop de doo! Wiland attempts to press the attack on Owl Man as he gets up in the corner, but gets punched! Owl Man follows it up with a couple more and staggers Wiland into the middle of the ring. Wiland yells in frustration and charges Owl, who guts him with a thrust kick. Wiland doubles over and Owl Man scoops him up... BODYSLAM~! He covers...
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2-KICKOUT!
MANDARIN: I have the slightest inkling that one D.C. Wiland has come into this match underestimating the man known simply as the Owl Man. A silly idea, I do say! He has proven to be a formidable foe despite his limitations!
Wiland rolls out of the lateral press right up to his knees and by the time Owl Man gets to his feet, he's the victim of the JOBBER CLOBBER~! The Harada-style leaping forearm smash! Wiland falls back into the ropes but recovers quickly and grabs Owl Man, yanking him to his feet and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Upon the return, a superkick greets him! Owl Man is turned around by the force of it and instead of falling, bounces off the ropes and back into the waiting arms of a D.C. Wiland rear waistlock... GERMAN SUPLEX~! He bridges...
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3-NO! ONLY TWO!
D.C. gets up and stomps on Owl Man a few times before jawing off to a fan in the front row. He tells him to "watch this" and measures up his opponent... and then turns around, he leaps up looking for a moonsault but Owl Man rolls out of the way and Wiland crashes hard. Owl Man is barely to his feet when he leaps off of them and splashes! He quickly rolls Wiland onto his back!
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2... NO! IT'S ONLY TWO AGAIN!
MANDARIN: I cannot fathom how the Owl Man was able to pull that off after those two vicious moves from newcomer D.C. Wiland, but he looks to be paying the price now!
Indeed, Owl Man is very slow to get up as the adrenaline has worn off. Wiland rolls out to the apron and then to the floor, trying to buy himself some time to recuperate. Darnell Cane begins a count on the outside for Wiland, reaching eight of twenty before Wiland rolls in and right back out. He struts around the ringside area, tapping his head with his index finger to tell everyone how much smarter he is. He sees Owl Man is up to his knees and slides into the ring behind him. He stalks Owl... and when he's up to a vertical base, he leaps up and tries for the double knee backbreaker... but Owl Man falls forward to save himself from the move. Wiland lands hard on his back, but does a backwards kip up to get to his feet. He does so in time to see Owl Man charging him, he rolls again, causing Owl Man to hit the corner full steam. Wiland leaps up.... SUPER-no! no! no! Owl Man catches him in a bearhug! Wiland's trying to gouge at the eyes to escape, so Owl Man spins him around a few times and belly to belly suplexes him into the centre of the ring. He lays on top for the cover...
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3-OF COURSE NOT!
Wiland kicks out once again, and Owl Man looks very out of breath at this point. He pulls the newcomer up to his feet and fires off a few punches, backing him into the ropes before Irish whipping him to the opposite side. On the return, Owl hoists him up for the Samoan drop... but the only drop is into a crucifix pin! Wiland!
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Wiland can't believe his excellent counter only earned him a two count, but he doesn't dwell on it for long. He walks up, yanks Owl Man to his feet and tries for the flatliner... but Owl Man blocks it... and rears his hand back! THE PECK!? YES! Wiland grabs his face in pain and Owl Man scoops him onto his shoulders... he walks a few steps forward looking to drop him in a fireman's carry slam, but Wiland slips out the backdoor. Owl Man swings around and D.C. Wiland tries to flatline him once more, but it's blocked again! Wiland complains to Cane about Owl Man pulling his hair and Cane gets up in Owl Man's face about it, allowing Deezy to kick Owl low! The crowd boos as Cane didn't see a bit of it! Wiland drops him with his Chocolate Flavor DDT! Owl Man hits the mat, but is still on top of Wiland, so the newcomer wriggles his way free and applies a rear waistlock and pulls Owl Man to his feet - it's not easy normally, much less when he's half conscious. He grabs Owl's wrist and spins him around... BLACK ELE--OWL DUCKS! Wiland still has a hold of his wrist though and pulls him back again, BLACK ELEGY LARIATOH~! Owl Man folds up like an accordion! Wiland jumps on top and grabs the tights just to be an asshole!
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MANDARIN: What a lariat! Owl Man had enough wherewithal to duck the first attempt but was not in the presence of mind to know that he still had a hold of his wrist! The Black Elegy lariat ends things and D.C. Wiland picks up his first win in Pollomania!
Wiland gets up and falls back down to his knees as Cane raises his arm in victory. He looks down at Owl Man and shakes his head, rolling out of the ring onto the ramp and heading back up to the backstage area. Owl Man rolls onto his stomach and sighs... but the crowd roars with "OWL MAN! OWL MAN! OWL MAN!" chants. He gets to his knees and raises an arm to acknowledge the chants but rolls out of the ring dejected.
MANDARIN: There is no reason at all to be disappointed in that performance! His undoing was a low blow! I do not understand the drastic effect of it as I am not of your kind, but it crumpled a mountain of a man like he was a feather! We will return momentarily!
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:36:52 GMT
We cut backstage to a drab room deep within the arena. There is a potted plant in one corner and a desk and chair in another. Corinthian takes a seat and begins scanning a contract laid out before him. As he turn the first page, a thick mist coils under the door and seeps into the room. Corinthian looks over his shoulder to find a voluptuous raven-haired woman with a most sour expression.
What is the point of this?
Corinthian: I need to wipe the slate clean and start over. It's a new beginning.
Until you ruin it.
Corinthian: Maybe I'll surprise you.
You always ruin it.
Corinthian: Time will tell.
But why here? What makes Pollomania so special?
Corinthian: I don't know... it just sounds like fun, you know?
It sounds puerile.
Corinthian: Well I could do with a laugh.
With a smile, he flicks to the end of the contract and signs the name Alex Lincoln as we fade out.
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:37:05 GMT
DR. SCREAM: THIS NEXT CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT AND IS PART OF THE POLLOMANIA TAG LEAGUE!
"Acid Rain" by Liquid Tension Experiment begins playing and when it hits the main riff, the egg cracks open and the team we haven't seen since the Three Cup Chicken trios tournament - Sentinel II and the Marksman come walking out side by side and raise their arms!
DR. SCREAM: FIRST! AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY TWO POUNDS - SENTINEL II AND THE MARKSMAN... THEY ARE TEAM HERO!
The duo briskly make their way down to the ring before being interrupted by an Insane Clown Posse/R Kelly mashup.
DR. SCREAM: SECOND! AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY SIX POUNDS - DEE-LICIOUS DOUGLAS DIVINE AND MR. ROTTENTREATS... THE ADULT ENTERTAINMENT EXPRESS!
The egg cracks open and Vaughn Ronie, Jr. leads the charge as Mr. Rottentreats walks out rather normally in comparison to Douglas Divine, who begins hip thrusting in the general direction of any females present. Ronie, Jr. gets in the camera and begins telling us all about how his team will win the tag league. By the time he is finished this clever way to get around the fact that neither team have entrance descriptions, these guys are in the ring.
DR. SCREAM: YOUR REFEREE IS SMALLTOOTH JONES!
The Marksman begins with Mr. Rottentreats, who walks right in and shoves the guy like it's nothing. Marksman and his 23 years of experience doesn't take too kindly to this and backs 'Treats into the corner and boots him in the gut. Referee Smalltooth Jones gets in between them and forces Marksman to the centre of the ring. Rottentreats uses this chance to charge an unsuspecting Marksman, who ducks the attack and comes back with a rolling elbow that catches Rotten good. Douglas Divine jumps into the fray, and his strike attempt is ducked. Marksman grabs him in a rear waistlock and tries to hoist Divine off the ground despite his struggling against it. Divine runs his hands up his own body and seems to be grinding against Marksman, who is as confused as the rest of the us. He lets go and shoves Divine forward, and the distraction works as Rottentreats runs in with a clothesline! Marksman goes down, but Rotten grabs him up and tosses him into the enemy territory, tagging in Divine officially. Divine comes in and applies a double underhook and executes an insanely beautiful butterfly suplex. He floats over into a cover...
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2-KICKOUT!
MANDARIN: Say what you will about the AEX, Douglas Divine is a gifted technician despite his weird gyrations.
Divine grabs the head of Marksman and begins pounding away, and then gets up and eggs on Sentinel II, who tries to get into the ring. Jones rushes to stop him and Divine grabs up Marksman and Irish whips him into the corner and begins gyrating in front of Sentinel to anger him even more. Rottentreats takes out his so-called neverending handkerchief and begins choking Marksman out with it! Referee Smalltooth Jones turns around just as Rotten releases it. Divine whips the staggering Marksman off the ropes and drop toe holds him before making a tag, Rottentreats comes in and drops a knee across the back of Marksman and makes a quick cover.
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2... KICKOUT!
Rottentreats applies a grounded front facelock and wrenches it in tightly. Sentinel II begins rallying the crowd behind his partner as he fights up to his feet, Rottentreats tries to back pedal into his corner so Douglas Divine can make a tag but Marksman puts a stop to that and NORTHERN LIGHT SUPLEXES Rottentreats back into the middle of the ring.
MANDARIN: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
The fans are chanting loudly - "HE-RO! HE-RO!" as Marksman tries to drag himself to his corner. Rottentreats rolls over and out of the ring, automatically tagging in Douglas Divine just as the tag to Sentinel II is made. The big man comes in and lariats Divine down to the mat, but the Dark Carnival Delight gets right back up and Sentinel sends him back down again with a big boot! Divine retreats to the relative safety of the corner but finds it to be a mistake as Sentinel rushes in and begins hammering his shoulder into the gut of Divine! He finally relents and lets Dee-Licious stumble right into a kick to the gut. He hoists him high into the air, vertical suplex style and waits... waits... waits... SLAM~! Sentinel suplexes him with authority and rolls over to make the cover, but Vaughn Ronie, Jr. trips up Smalltooth Jones causing him to turn around and yell. Rottentreats begins to sneak into the ring, but Marksman spots him and tries to intercept... but Rottentreats doubles over and back body drops the veteran over the top rope and to the floor - an automatic DQ IF Smalltooth Jones was not distracted. Sentinel II grabs Rottentreats and sends him through the ropes to the floor as Divine quietly gets to his feet. Sentinel turns around and Divine tries to kick him low, but the kick is caught! VRJ is STILL arguing incessantly with Jones. Enough so that Jones is unable to see the man in a Donald Trump mask and the RRS tracksuit slide in mere inches behind him! The man grabs Sentinel from behind, causing him to drop Divine's leg. Sentinel is forcibly turned around and almost eaten alive by an eerily familiar lariat! Divine crawls over to cover Sentinel as the Trump masked man dips out of the ring and VRJ finally lets go of Jones. Smalltooth turns around and senses something is amiss, but can't call shenanigans on something he didn't see and counts.
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3!
MANDARIN: AEX picks up a tainted win in their debut match, and that lariat looked an awful lot like the Bla--HEY!
The masked man grabs a microphone and takes off his mask, revealing himself to the audience as D.C. Wiland to a chorus of boos.
D.C. WILAND: Usually, I'm a man of many words, but this time, only a few will be sufficient. D.C. Wiland joins Ronie Rasslin' Services. All hell will break loose. And soon enough, this damn place will call us los jefes.
Wiland drops the mic as the Adult Entertainment Xpress' music hits. Vaughn Ronie Jr. climbs into the ring and shakes Wiland's hand before all four men raise their arms in victory and kick the downed Sentinel II a few times each for good measure.
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:37:22 GMT
DR. SCREAM: THIS CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!
“Chick Habit” by April March starts playing.
DR. SCREAM: INTRODUCING FIRST… HE HAILS FROM PARTS UNKNOWN AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT THREE HUNDRED, TWELVE POUNDS – NIRVANA~!
Nirvana exits the giant egg. He flashes a smug smile and turns around to display the #oldmanswag patch on the back of his jacket. He walks backward down the ramp like that for a feet before turning around and making his way into the ring. The hardcore behemoth tosses his jacket outside of the ring and takes his place at the turnbuckle. He panders to the fans for a few moments and then crosses his arms as he awaits the start of the match. "OLE" by the Bouncing Souls hits.
DR SCREAM: HIS OPPONENT… HAILS FROM THE CONFECTIONARY AISLE AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED, FIFTY TWO POUNDS – EL VAINILLO~!
El Vainillo bursts through the egg and while he raises his arms, you can clearly tell he's not too happy about being impersonated earlier tonight. He sprints down to the ring and baseball slides under the bottom rope, and is ready to throw down.
MANDARIN: Besides the Pollo Playhouse match at our season finale, I do believe this is the first meeting between these two.
The bell sounds and the two competitors circle each other. Nirvana uses his height and size advantage to attempt to back his much smaller opponent into the corner. The big man goes for a knife edge chop but El Vainillo ducks under his arm and kicks Nirvana across his right knee. The “Midnight King” shakes off the attack and again attempts to corner his opponent. Once more El Vainillo ducks under his attempted chop and delivers a kick to Nirvana’s right knee. Nirvana backs El Vainillo into the corner one more time. The “Vanilla One” attempts to duck under a chop for a third time but Nirvana grabs him by the throat and shoves him back against the turnbuckle. He delivers a huge knife age chop across El Vainillo’s chest. A chant of “Woo” echos through the arena as Nirvana pushes El Vainillo back into the corner and delivers another knife edge chop. He backs away and El Vainilla collapses to the mat. Nirvana shakes his head and kicks his opponent in the gut. He picks his opponent up and delivers the Old Man Slam. Like the cocky son of a bitch he is, Nirvana puts one foot on El Vainillo’s chest for the pin.
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NO!
MANDARIN: I have to believe that if Nirvana were to actually step on him, he may have gotten the three but as it stands - absolutely not.
Laughing now Nirvana pulls El Vainilla up to his feet by his mask. He kicks Vainilla in the gut and picks him up in a delayed vertical suplex. The crowd begins booing as they watch Nirvana keep their hero up in the air for ten seconds, now fifteen, finally after nearly twent seconds Nirvana brings El Vainillo crashing down to the mat. He rolls over and goes for the pinfall.
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KICKOUT!
Annoyed now, Nirvana picks up El Vainillo again and gives him a pendulum backbreaker. Instead of releasing his opponent, Nirvana cranks down on the maneuver, looking for the submission win. The referee is right there asking Vainillo if he wants to quit. Vainillo shakes his head in response and Nirvana cranks down even harder. The fans start clapping, hoping to energize their hero. As the applause grow, El Vainillo begins to shake his arms and legs. Suddenly he brings his legs up and delivers a stiff kick to Nirvana’s head. A second kick causes the larger man to release the move and Vainillo rolls away to give himself some distance. Climbing to his feet, he quickly rolls out of the way of a charging clothesline from Nirvana. As the big man turns around, Vainillo attempts a kick to his stomach. Nirvana easily catches his foot but his smaller opponent counters with an enzuigir! Nirvana staggers into the corner but El Vainillo rushes in to press his advantage. He climbs to the middle rope and following a few stiff punches takes the Midnight King over with a monkey flip. While Nirvana attempts to climb back to his feet, El Vainillo rolls out onto the ring apron . He turns to the fans and raises his hands, getting the crowd to cheer him on! The crowd cheers as he slingshots over of the top rope and hits Nirvana with the flying crossbody.
MANDARIN: Look at the height!
He goes for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Quick to keep the advantage, El Vainillo goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope. As Nirvana rises to his feet, Vainillo leaps off looking for a hurricanrana. The Midnight king however catches him. Looks like he’s going for a powerbomb! Vainillo counters and rolls through with a sunset flip. The referee drops to count the pin.
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3 - NO!
Nirvana kicks El Vainillo in the face. The big man is slow to his feet. It’s obvious that he underestimated his much smaller opponent. He grabs Vainillo by the throat looking for the chokeslam but the Vanilla One kicks his weakened right knee. Nirvana lets go and falls to one knee. His opponent sees the moment he was looking for and delivers the VAINILLA KICK! Nirvana is dazed but not quite out. Vainillo knows it’s now or never. Before Nirvana has a chance to recover he delivers the VAINILLA SWIRL. HE quickly goes for the cover.
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3…!
MANDARIN: HE GOT HIM!
The referee raises Vainillo's hand, but the celebration is short lived as Tigre clobbers him from behind with the Supremo title belt. Tigre begins putting the boots to him as referee Popcorn Pollo tries to get him to back off to no avail. Tigre slams the belt down on his opponent a second time and then grabs his head, attempting to untie the mask! The tecnicos charge out - Owl Man, Team HERO, El Proscrito and Tigre surveys the impending doom he may be facing and decides better of it. He grabs his title and rolls out of the ring, climbing into the crowd as the Owl Man quickly laces the mask back up and checks on his partner as we go to an ad.
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 26, 2016 11:37:42 GMT
DR. SCREAM: THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT! SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT AND IS PART OF THE POLLOMANIA TAG LEAGUE!
The anticipation is high as it's main event time! Daylight for Deadeyes's cover of "O'Canada" hits and the giant egg opens up... the gigantic Brutus Smith walks out first as Charlotte O'Neal trails behind. The duo stop and turn to the egg as Holly Guacamole rushes out, waving the hockey stick back and forth before Smith hoists her up onto his shoulder and stoically walks down to the ring with her continuing her antics. O'Neal is all business, ignoring the fans and a couple of the signs about her recent wedding. Brutus reaches the ring and places Holly inside before climbing in himself. Guacamole runs up to the corner and shakes her butt at the camera! O'Neal shakes her head and Smith raises both fists in the air.
There's a brief pause before...
The lights go completely out as the music continues. The ceiling lights up and a SPACESHIP~! begins lowering itself and stops a few short feet of Brutus Smith's head, enough to make his knees bend anyway. A single beam of light shines out of the bottom of the spaceship and O'Neal gets the hell out of the ring. Holly Guacamole takes her hockey stick and walks over, looks up and begins hitting it with her hockey stick. The spaceship begins gradually spinning and generating all sorts of different colours before 'exploding' into a bright natural light.
MANDARIN: ...
The spaceship shoots back up, leaving Holly and Smith to look up at it curiously. The house lights come back on and Zargnax and Crazy slide into the ring! Holly tries swinging her hockey stick at Crazy, but he ducks it and chucks her through the ropes to the floor! He then nods to Zargnax and the duo begin hammering away on Smith, who just looks down at them unamused and completely unaffected. Starship Insanity begin taking turns peppering the big man with chops, but still nothing is affecting him. He pie faces Crazy and slams his giant palm across Zargnax's face, sending him flying down to the mat. Crazy gets to his feet and eats a headbutt for doing so. Holly tries to get back in the ring, but O'Neal grabs the stick from her hands and Holly tries to protest, but thinks better of it and pouts her way into the action. Smith pulls Crazy up and puts him in the corner, Holly runs and kicks Crazy in the stomach. With him doubled over, she elbows him in the back of the neck and lets him fall to all fours before she hops onto his back and smacks his ass! She then runs her hands up his sides to his masked face and twists his head back and gets in close.
HOLLY GUACAMOLE (giggling): WHO'S CRAZY NOW!?
She pecks him on the cheek, then leaps up and double stomps his back, driving him into the mat with force. She gets up and skips around, all the while Charlotte O'Neal is yelling at her to cover him or tag in Brute. Holly does a lap or two and comes back to Crazy, pulling him up by his mask. He reaches up and pokes her in the eye! She stumbles away in pain and confusion and turns back around as Crazy begins to charge at her. She drops down, catching Crazy off guard and causing him to hit the ropes awkwardly. He stumbles back, trips over Holly and she rolls him up in a rather poor looking schoolboy/horizontal cradle...
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KICKOUT!
Crazy gets to his feet, ducking a spin kick. He grabs the leg she tried to kick him with and begins running around in circles, causing her to hop along with him! Crazy lets go and Holly staggers around, dizzy as can be. Crazy grabs her in a front facelock and backs into his corner, Zargnax tags himself in and Crazy turns toward the middle of the ring and snap suplexes her as Zargnax backs himself into the corner. Crazy rolls through and turns her over and applies a Camel Clutch! Zargnax rushes in... Delta Wave Nucleostabilization! The running front dropkick catches Holly square!
MANDARIN: OH MY DARAMMU! Starship Insanity informed me that particular maneuver is called the Dropkick from Outer Space because much like an asteroid, you will see it coming for miles but there is not much you can do to stop it!
Zargnax tries to cover, but referee Smalltooth Jones is busy telling Crazy he has to get out of the ring first as he has exceeded the allotted ten seconds for double team action. Of course, Smalltooth Jones also knows what's at stake here and the history between these four and is letting a little more go than usual, but I digress. Zargnax doesn't get a count before she kicks out, and instead has to settle for beating her up a bit more. He gets up, leg drops her and then playfully points his arm cannon at Brutus Smith and cackles! Smith doesn't react though, and Zargnax bounces off the ropes and lands on top of Holly with a running senton. He holds his position and hooks the closest leg as Smalltooth Jones slides in...
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2-KICKOUT!
Zargnax gets up, yanks Holly up with him and hoists her up for a vertical suplex... she begins kneeing him in the head! Zargnax abandons the move attempt and puts her back on her feet, but she won't let go of his head now! She continues kneeing him in the head, buckling his knees. He falls down to a knee and she releases her hold, backs up, hits the ropes and HOLY GUACAMOLE! What a Shining Wizard! Zargnax crumples to the mat and Holly scurries to cover him!
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CRAZY SAVES THE DAY!
MANDARIN: Be mindful of that! Mr. Crazy has used up his only save. Zargnax can still make a save if he finds Mr. Crazy is in trouble, but a second save by Crazy will result in his team being disqualified.
Crazy drags Holly off of Zargnax and over to his corner where he throws her into the turnbuckles. The incumbent Scramble Champion slaps her hard! Holly Guacamole falls, kept up only by the ring ropes as Zargnax crawls to his feet. Crazy drags her over to him, places her on top of Zargnax's shoulders and the Conqueror Samoan drops her! Crazy leaves the ring as Zargnax hooks the leg again for a pin, but Holly kicks out at two. Zargnax decides to go back to basics and applies a grounded side headlock, as Holly begins yelling and screaming. Zargnax slides his hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle it and quiet her down for his own sanity's sake, I guess (or what's left of it) but it winds up biting him. Literally. Zargnax yells out in pain as Holly bites his fingers! Smalltooth Jones gets in the middle of things and grabs Holly's nostrils and forces her off of the space alien. Zargnax rolls around in pain holding his hands. No one may be able to hear you scream in space, but inside a Pollomania ring is really quite audible. Charlotte O'Neal grabs Holly by the arm and rolls her out of the ring.
MANDARIN: Charlotte O'Neal letting Holly Guacamole know that Smalltooth Jones has issued a warning and should she do something like that again - she will be disqualified! These are the first two points out of a possible eight you can earn in the tag league and needless to say, they are very, very important. The last thing you want to do is be disqualified!
Zargnax shakes his hand one last time and then happens to notice the pair of boots in front of him actually belong to a man. Not just any man, though. A man named Brutus Smith who was automatically tagged in when O'Neal pulled Guacamole out to admonish her about the rules (for once). Zargnax's head tilts all the way back until he reaches the very top of Brute's head, he weakly attempts to raise his arm cannon but Smith stomps the hand back down into the mat and then stomps the fingers Holly just bit for good measure. Zargnax cries in agony as Smith not just stomps them, but stands on top of them for a moment. Smalltooth Jones forces Smith to back off and this tiny distraction allows Mr. Crazy to jump in the ring, rush over to Zargnax and shove him out onto the apron and to the floor. Smalltooth Jones turns around, sees Zargnax is out of the ring and is OK with Crazy being in there. Crazy adopts a striker's stance and cockily hops around, peppering Smith with low kicks to the knees that doesn't seem to be having any effect whatsoever. Crazy kicks him a bit harder, but still nothing. Smith checks a kick, and Crazy laughs in response... he fakes a low kick and sends a spinning back kick into Smith's gut. Crazy falls to the mat but the big man doesn't budge at all.
MANDARIN: It appears that Brutus Smith's new year's resolution was to be more unstoppable and so far he is doing a lot better job keeping his resolution intact than all those who bought gym memberships on January 1st!
Smith marches forward and Crazy scrambles to his feet. He begins sticking and moving, lighting up Brutus' legs with kicks and dodging every lunging club attempt the big man tries. Crazy stops and narrowly avoids a blow. Smith is a bit off balance and Crazy fires a spinning back kick to the knee, causing Smith to stumble backwards but he quickly regains his footing. Crazy rushes toward the ropes, leaps off the second and tries a flying enzuigiri but gets swatted out of the air like a fly! He goes flying to the outside, landing on the seats in the front row that luckily cleared away before he fell. Smalltooth Jones rushes out to check on the crazy rudo, as Zargnax begins pulling himself up onto the apron using the ropes. Brutus Smith stomps towards him, reaches down and tries to pull the alien up into the ring but Zargnax jams his arm cannon into Brutus' chest and TASERS him! Smith shakes uncontrollably until Zargnax pulls the cannon away when Smith has enough mobility despite his shakiness to grab Zargnax's other hand with his massive hand and squeeze it tightly! Zargnax falls to the floor, grimacing in pain while holding the hand that Holly bit.
MANDARIN: Alien hands are much slender than human! So human teeth penetrate straight to the bone! I feel for Zargnax!
Smith falls down to one knee and Zargnax definitely notices... sliding in, he rushes to the ropes and absolutely drills Smith in the head with the Delta Wave Nucleostabilization (Running Front Dropkick). Smith teeters, but doesn't fall. Zargnax runs again, bouncing off the ropes and again nails the DWN but only more teetering. Zargnax is about to run off the ropes when Smith grabs his leg... and Zargnax hops in place very unsure of what to do with the mammoth holding onto him. Mr. Crazy yells and Zargnax catches the ray gun! He aims it at Brutus Smith and... nothing happens. Crazy enters the ring for plan B and superkicks Smith which causes him to release his grip on Zargnax's foot. He staggers up to his feet and Zargnax jams the trigger on his ray gun... it fires off and nails Brutus Smith for certain this time. Smith bolts upright and stares blankly... Zargnax begins shouting commands at Smith, but nothing happens. Holly Guacamole slides into the ring behind the duo just as Smith springs to life! He clotheslines both men and steamrolls Holly by accident. The big man grabs both men by the throat and lifts them high into the air. Zargnax tries raising the gun, but is growing increasingly weaker so Crazy helps him raise it and pulls the trigger again! Smith drops both men from the six feet in the air causing the gun to bounce next to Holly. Smith remains fixed in position as both men groggily get up, searching for the gun. Holly raises it and blasts Mr. Crazy, who tumbles out of the ring! Zargnax sees that he's next and blasts some Chemo-Molecular Hostile Subduement Compound X out of his arm cannon that blinds Guacamole! He quickly applies the Traflorkian Neuroinhibitation Technique (Iron Claw) and forces her down to the mat, keeping a keen eye on the massive 'statue' next to him as he's doing so. Zargnax seems content with her state and begins climbing the turnbuckle, Charlotte O'Neal yells desperately at Brute and then decides to leap onto the apron and grab Zargnax's foot herself. Zargnax tries shaking her off to no avail. He raises his arm cannon at her and she laughs! She laughs right in his face telling him, "Put that malfunctioning garbage away!" Zargnax presses a button and it begins to shake... O'Neal's eyes widen as it goes off! She leaps off the apron, letting go of Zargnax's leg and the fans all laugh when they see the cannon simply released a "GOTCHA!" flag. Zargnax ditches it and leaps off with Kamikaze Option Z Ultra (Top Rope Moonsault). He hooks the leg of Holly.
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2-BRUTUS SMITH COMES ALIVE!
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3-IT'S TOO LATE THOUGH! STARSHIP INSANITY WINS!
Smith tries stepping on Zargnax who rolls out of the way just in time. He lands on the outside next to Mr. Crazy, who sits up, looking surprised to see Zargnax. Zargnax gets up and yanks his teammate to his feet only to get clobbered by him! The fans gasp as Charlotte O'Neal cackles away while Crazy stomps a mudhole in Zargnax. There's a big commotion from the fans on the other side of the ring though as... MR. CRAZY!? gets up, runs around the ring and decks the... other Mr. Crazy, sending him back into the guardrail.
MANDARIN: WHAT ON DARAMMU'S SIXTH MOON HAPPENED HERE!?
Smith exits the ring, and Crazy grabs Zargnax and pulls him up on the ramp away from the Misfits and the other Crazy. O'Neal reaches down and lifts up and old familiar sight... the Scramble Championship and presents it to Mr. Crazy. I'm confused too!
MANDARIN: So uhm... from what I can gather about complicated alien technological advancements... Zargnax's ray gun in the hands of Holly Guacamole somehow unlocked another dimensional Mr. Crazy with the Scramble Championship. I guess?! I really have no idea here for once. I am sorry, humans! I offer nothing!
Zargnax finally observes what happened, and hastily rushes back to the ring, retrieving his gun before running back up the ramp with Mr. Crazy and leaving the fans very confused about this other guy.
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Post by ISM Office on Jan 27, 2016 23:09:25 GMT
- FIN -
JOIN US AGAIN FOR BEANTOWN BROIL on FEBRUARY 10th in BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS!
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