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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 1:42:16 GMT
MANDARIN: GAH-REETINGS EVERYONE! WELCOME TO POLLOMANIA! CINCO DE MAYO! I am your host... the esteemed elitist alien known as MANDARIN~! And my, oh my Darammu have we got an exquisite card for you this evening! Our main event does indeed boast a mystery, but it is no surprise at all that LA CUCARACHA, the reigning Super Crown Champion - that's the combined Supremo and Golden Egg Championship - has shown up ready to defend her title regardless of the foe! In our semi main event, the Chicken Scramble returns! Oh, it is true! Six men and women will duke it out for ten minutes... and whoever emerges victorious at the end of that duration will be crowned the new Scramble Champion of all Pollomania! We will also witness the Pollomania debut of both Blaise Fader and Bryan Willaims, as those two go head to head in singles action. And last but certainly not least... Jason Orion, the former El Vainillo teams up with the Owl Man to take on the ultra formidable rudo duo of the Crippler! Ben Chrenshaw and AJ Knight! All that action packed into one little show! I can't wait!
Mandarin nods to someone off screen.
MANDARIN: We will take a quick word from our sponsors and be back with our first bout!
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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 1:54:57 GMT
The droll museum patrons are unimpressed by the latest in a string of uninspired paintings and sculptures. How long had it been since their eyes last feasted upon true genius? Upon true art?
But a new pedestal catches their fancy, one bearing the work of a less traditional artiste. Upon the pedestal sits a box of Pollo Bucket. One brave patron removes a chicken strip, and tentatively takes a bite.
POLLO BUCKET~! ANYTHING ELSE? **** IT!
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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 2:26:27 GMT
The strong backing sound of the drums fills the arena, as "Lions Below" begins to play. With the song beginning it's melodic tune, the crowd cheers for the arrival of Bryan Williams. The song quickly kicks in, the backing sample playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song, the crowd quickly gets into the song as they wait for Bryan's arrival. The song continues to play for a few more moments, the beat settling out into a flat section. The song quickly picks up again, as Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low and the 4CW (INSERT TITLE) Championship slung over his shoulder. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his title for all to see. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.
DR. SCREAM: THIS OPENING BOUT FOR CINCO DE MAYO IS TO BE FOUGHT OVER A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT WITH ONE FALL, ONE SUBMISSION OR A KNOCKOUT TO DECIDE THE WINNER! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS! HE WEIGHS IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT POUNDS! "LEVIATHAN" BRYAN WILLIAMS!
Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn't waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. Bryan turns to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up onto the middle rope and once again holding his title for all to see.
DR. SCREAM: HIS OPPONENT FROM COVENTRY, ENGLAND! SHE WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS! THE BEST BEATER UPPER IN ALL OF BRITAIN! BLAISE FADER!
The upbeat, percussive piano of Carole King's familiar 70's hit fills the arena before anything else. It's when Shinedown's heavier drum beat and guitar bursts in that the giant egg on stage explodes open in a flurry of smoke and pyrotechnics, revealing a triumphant Blaise Fader! She leaps forward into the spotlight, shooting her fists in the air as sparks from the pyro rain down on her, hyping up the crowd as best as she can.
DR. SCREAM: YOUR REFEREE FOR THIS BOUT IS SMALLTOOTH JONES!
She makes her way down to the ring slowly and confidently, clapping along to the beat of her theme music, sparing time to high five and take selfies with fans. Fader tries climbing through the ropes, but Bryan Williams attacks her before she's all in. He forces her back out to the apron, clubbing forearms to the back keeping her lying over the top rope. Williams drives a knee into her gut and hooks her up for a suplex... he attempts a lift... nothing, attempts it again... nothing! Williams is about to pull his head out, but Fader yanks it back in and hoists him up! Williams kicks his legs wildly, and lands safely on the elevated entrance ramp as Fader sets him back down. Williams breaks free and goes for a forearm shot but Fader ducks, Williams hits the ropes and bounces back toward the large lass, who kicks him in the gut! He doubles over and Fader stuffs his head between her legs, squeezes tightly as she turns him around... wraps his arms around his waist... FADE AWAY~! She alley oops him into the ring!
MANDARIN: OI! Designed to be a facebuster, but it may as well have been a flapjack with all of that force! My, oh my!
Fader climbs back inside and pulls Williams to his feet, smacking him a European uppercut that sends him stumbling into the corner! She follows up with several knife edge chops as he's backed into the turnbuckles and then whips him across the ring. She charges in after him, but Williams dives out of harm's way causing Fader to hit chest first! Williams charges in and belts her with a forearm shot to the back of the head which causes her to stumble backwards. Williams creates some distance between he and she and waits for her to be in the perfect position... SUPER-NO! Fader dodges the kick, grabs him in a rear waist hold. Williams tries to elbow his way out of it, but Fader does a wonderful job of predicting his movements. She pushes him forward into the ropes and tries to bring him back with her as they spring off, but Williams holds on and Fader goes rolling backwards. Williams waits for her to return to a vertical base and then charges at her, but she side steps and goes behind... rear waist hold... into the ropes.... ROLL THROUGH GERMAN SUPLEX!
MANDARIN: That's a greeting to Ana! From England with love!
Fader can't keep the bridge intact and Smalltooth Jones' count is interrupted just after the two. Williams rolls out of the ring as Fader rolls onto her side and then onto her knees. She looks to see where he went and then shoots a cheeky smile to the crowd. Williams pulls himself to his feet and Fader picks that moment to bounce off the ropes, she comes rushing across... but Williams slides into the ring! Fader bounces off the ropes and Williams uses her own momentum against her and rocks her with a rolling elbow smash! She falls back against the ropes and Williams kicks her, doubling her over before applying a front chancery and pulling her away from the ropes. He throws her other arm over and attempts a suplex but she blocks it. He drives a fist into her ribs, tries again but same result. He punches her a few more times before releasing the front chancery and quickly going behind. He clubs her in the back of the head, then applies a rear waist hold... UP... UP... DOWN! GERMAN SUPLEX! HE BRIDGES!
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Williams' bridge and the German suplex clearly took a fair bit out of him as he rolls onto his stomach and takes a few moments to settle his breathing down and regain his composure. He gets up to his knees, then grabs the ropes to pull himself the rest of the way. He moves over to the corner... which Fader watches as she struggles to her feet. She jumps up and charges in... Williams gets a boot up! Fader eats it in full and turns away, falling to her knees. Williams lifts himself onto the second rope and waits for her to stand back up... DIVING FOREARM! Fader is staggered, but only falls into the ropes. Williams scurries back to his feet and grabs her, whipping her acros-REVERSED! Williams is sent into the opposite ropes! On the return, Fader leaps into the air... THESZ PRESS! She gets up off of him and bounds into the ropes, springing off...
MANDARIN: Leave a message! No one is home!
Indeed, Bryan Williams rolls out of the way and Fader's two hundred and forty pound senton splash hits nothing but mat! She sits up and Williams grabs her in an inverted chancery, yanks her up to her feet... SOLAR FLARE HOMICIDE~! The rolling cutter connects and lays Fader out. Williams gets up slowly, but deliberately so... he calls for the end! He peels Fader off the canvas and pulls her in. He hooks her tights and tries to hoist her up, but Fader knees him in the head and gets put back on her feet. She backs into the ropes... EXOCET~! The running Yakuza kick knocks Williams to the mat. Fader quickly pulls him back up... hoists him into an Argentine rack... but Williams rakes her eyes just as she starts the spin process. She falls to her knees, Williams gets out... grabs her... hoists her up... BRAINBUSTER ONTO HIS KNEE! CTE! He holds his knee in pain before draping his body over top of hers...
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The 4CW Pride Champion rolls off, still favouring the knee as he climbs to his feet and gets his arm raised by Smalltooth Jones. Despite his grimacing face, he manages a smile before ducking out of the ring and heading up the elevated entrance ramp. Fader lays in the ring, receiving a round of applause from the crowd for her efforts.
MANDARIN: And the man who calls himself Leviathan escapes with the win! An eye rake leads into the CTE and that brainbuster over the knee seals the deal!
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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 22:26:58 GMT
A man in a hazmat suit advances through an apocalyptic landscape, his goal unclear as he eyes piles of charred corpses. He notices that one is gripping some Pollo Bucket. The man knows he can't enjoy chicken through his hazmat suit, but he also knows the toxic conditions could spell his doom.
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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 22:27:09 GMT
We return from break with all six fighters inside the ring... or at least five of them, McLaughlin is on the outside creepin' about. Popcorn Pollo turns to tell him to get in the ring, but shudders at the sight of him and decides against it.
MANDARIN: There is something to be said about you when you can give a mini chicken man the heeby jeebies. This here is our field of six... BROKEN Bryan McLaughlin is the clowny man on the outside, Talia Areano is familiar to longtime fans - she previously went by Ursula. Hammerstein is a big time fan favourite. Zargnax is quite possibly the reason that we are all here today to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Max Ironside is an inspiration to us all! And then there's Jimmy Winner... El Hijo de Pollo was supposed to be in this, but the injuries sustained at the hands of Macie's Day Parade have prevented him from appearing. That is why Popcorn Pollo is the referee in charge of this bout. No conflicts of interests here in Pollomania, mi amigos.
The bell sounds. The five in the ring each glance around, looking to see who's going to make the first move... McLaughlin grabs Talia Areano by the foot and pulls her out of the ring, yelling about how delicious she looks! Areano clubs him with a couple blows upside the head, creating some distance. She tries for an enzuigiri, but McLaughlin ducks the kick and laughs maniacally. He applies a full nelson and hops onto her back, knocking her to the ground. Zargnax blasts Hammerstein with a punch, Max Ironside and Jimmy Winner start trading blows! Popcorn Pollo ducks out of harm's way several times. Winner throws Ironside out of the ring and follows out after him. Zargnax pounds Hammerstein into the ropes and shoots him across... he tries to wind up for a punch but his exo-suit ceases up! Zargnax's alien eyes widen as Hammerstein approaches him... but the Hammer keeps running. Zargnax's eyes dart back and forth, watching Hammerstein run the ropes before he finally comes to a stop, completely winded and asks what's wrong. Zargnax calmly explains the situation and Hammerstein looks the suit up and down... then gives it a smack! Zargnax's fist punches Hammerstein! Hammer drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, Areano breaks free of McLaughlin and slides in the ring. The clown gives chase, but comes face to face with Zargnax!
MANDARIN: The age old question shall be answered! CLOWN... OR ALIEN!?
Zargnax looks him up and down, then bluntly asks... "What in Starzoidia are you supposed to be?" and that of course gets McLaughin to laugh and reply, "I AM BROKEN!" which prompts a curious look from Zargnax. He hits a button on his suit and COMPUTER parachutes in from out of nowhere, deploys his landing gear and scans McLaughlin... or tries to, the clown shoves the COMPUTER over! Zargnax gets in his face... Jimmy Winner slides into the ring and crawls away from Ironside's reach... Zargnax pushes McLaughlin over him with the old schoolyard push 'n fall! Ironside sticks his one arm in and covers McLaughlin but Zargnax stomps it! Areano gets up and roundhouse kicks Jimmy Winner! He falls out onto the apron and back out of the ring. She gets up and Zargnax turns around, but she ducks out of the way. Zargnax's suit tells him an enemy is nearby, but she keeps hiding in his blind spot! He finally stops moving... but Areano hops onto the second rope and leaps off... BULLDOG! Zargnax hits the mat! She tries to cover, but Max Ironside gets into the ring and fist drops Areano! She rolls off of Zargnax in pain, Ironside goes to cover Zargnax but Hammerstein stops him and extends his hand. Insisting they've never formally met, Ironside reluctantly shakes it... and Hammer nods and tries to let go, but Ironside pulls him in and executes an over the shoulder arm drag!
MANDARIN: Oh my Darammu! That's a lot of man to arm drag! Bravo, Max!
Areano gets back up and spears an unsuspecting Ironside! He rolls out in pain and Areano plays to the Los Angeles crowd! McLaughlin rises up... as creepy as possible, freezing Areano in her tracks. She begins back pedalling... SCHOOL BOY BY JIMMY WINNER!
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DR. SCREAM: JIMMY WINNER HAS SCORED THE FIRST FALL WITH SIX MINUTES REMAINING!
McLaughlin cackles as Winner gets up, leaping up and down in excitement. He runs right into McLaughlin... who kicks him in the gut and hoists him onto his shoulders and then down across his knees... MCDOUBLE~! He covers!
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DR. SCREAM: MCLAUGHLIN HAS SCORED THE SECOND FALL WITH FIVE AND HALF MINUTES REMAINING!
McLaughlin gets on his knees and throws his head and arms back... proclaiming his victory to be "DELICIOUS!"
MANDARIN: It cannot be more delicious than a freshly cooked meal from Pollo Bucket, can it!?
YES! is the reply that McLaughlin gives, Mandarin tells us he's not sure how the clown heard him all the way down there but he'll lay out for a bit. McLaughlin turns around... Delta Wave Nucleostabilization (Running Front Dropkick) from ZARGNAX! The dropkick sends the clown into the corner and Zargnax angrily presses some buttons, a ray gun flies from the crowd into his hands. He aims at the clown, but McLaughlin presses the flower on his chest and it sprays water into Zargnax's face! The ray gun fires as Zargnax is splashed and all the participants look around to see what happened. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary...
Okay, well... there is one thing.
MAX IRONSIDE HAS THREE ARMS!
Ironside looks at the side that previously had no arm to speak of... and sees TWO! He shrieks in excitement, I suppose and and thumps Winner with them by mistake as the BLR representative is attempting to get to his feet. Ironside says "Whoops" and shrugs, then tries to hit the clown with his one arm, but it's blocked! That's okay though... because McLaughlin gets walloped by his other two! With the clown stunned, Ironside grabs him with both his right arms and smashes his face into his knee! HAN-DECAPITATION! Zargnax is still trying to get the water out of his eyes as Ironside makes the pin!
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DR. SCREAM: MAX IRONSIDE HAS SCORED THE THIRD FALL WITH FOUR AND HALF MINUTES REMAINING!
Ironside gets up and ducks out of the ring. He runs around the ringside area and gets lariat'd by Hammerstein! Hammer asks out loud if he's a jerk for lariat'ing a disabled man, but Jimmy Winner interjects and tells Hammerstein that Jimmy thinks he's no longer disabled, but just a freak. Good enough for Hammerstein, he pulls Ironside to his feet and goes to sling him inside the ring but Ironside uses the double grip to reverse it and send Hammerstein into the guard rail! Winner tries to jump him, leaping off the ring apron but gets Ric Flair'd to the arena floor! Ironside raises his three arms in celebration but it's short lived as Zargnax reaches over and applies the Traflorkian Neuroinhibitation Technique! THE IRON CLAW! Zargnax presses a button on his suit and begins pulling Ironside up off his feet... and drags him into the ring. He re-clamps his hand on Ironside's face... Max's legs are kicking wildly! Popcorn Pollo calls it!
DR. SCREAM: ZARGNAX HAS SCORED THE FOURTH FALL WITH THREE AND A HALF MINUTES REMAINING!
Zargnax releases Ironside from his grip and raises his arms in celebration... turning around into a flying cross body block by Talia Areano! She gets up... Zargnax struggles to get back to his feet... SHINING WIZARD~! Zargnax turns and topples over into a doubled over position, Areano grabs him in a cravate and goes to run up the ropes... but McLaughlin stands in her way! She runs up him, kicking him as she goes... SLICE OF HEAVEN! She covers!
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DR. SCREAM: TALIA AREANO HAS SCORED THE FIFTH FALL WITH THREE MINUTES REMAINING!
McLaughlin is a second too late from making the save, but grabs her anyway and pulls her to her feet. He whispers into her ear before applying a sleeper hold... then slamming her to the mat! He crawls on top of her... but Hammersteiin charges in and drops his knee across the back of McLaughlin's head! His momentum carries him forward, rolling into a somersault. He gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes... SENTON TO MCLAUGHLIN! Hammerstein gets up and Areano tries for a wheelbarrow victory roll... but Hammerstein German suplexes her! She rolls backward, retreating to the corner... Hammer turns... and listens to the fans reaction growing louder and louder... he smiles and charges in... STINGER SPLASH! She staggers out, Hammer twirls her around... kick to the gut! STUNNER! DROPPING THE HAMMER! He covers!
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DR. SCREAM: HAMMERSTEIN HAS SCORED THE SIXTH FALL WITH TWO MINUTES REMAINING!
Knowing time is precious, Hammerstein backs up into the corner and puts up his dukes. McLaughlin eats a Bionic elbow! Ironside eats one too! Zargnax gets up and eats one! Winner eats one! Areano staggers back up and eats one too! McLaughlin and Zargnax get up simultaneously and squabble over who's going to charge in at Hammer, but Hammer brings the charge to them with a double lariat! Ironside gets up, leaps onto the ropes and springboards with a back elbow smash in mind... Hammerstein ducks it and hits the ropes. He lines Ironside up for a lariat, but Ironside ducks.... DOUBLE SPINNING BACKFIST! Hammerstein is knocked loopy! Ironside grabs him... ACCESSIBLE! REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! He rolls Hammer over for the lateral press!
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DR. SCREAM: ONE MINUTE TO GO!
Ironside looks up, and gets to his feet when he sees Areano. The two go face to face and begin arguing, shoving one another before Winner rushes them... they throw him over the top rope and get back to yelling at each other. Winner dangles precariously, trying to skin the cat. Zargnax gets up and knocks their heads together and sends each of them to the arena floor! He throws his hands up, but realizes he doesn't know who the champion is. He looks at the Pollovision, then looks at Hammerstein. He grabs him in a full nelson! Hammerstein fights and fights... but looks to be going out!
HAMMER! HAMMER! HAMMER!
MANDARIN: These chants are deafening!
Hammerstein starts powering out of it... but Jimmy Winner slides in... WINNIN' KICK! The Yakuza kick knocks Hammerstein's head into Zargnax, sending the alien into the turnbuckles and Hammerstein comes staggering forward... Winner fireman carries him into a pin!
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DR. SCREAM: JIMMY WINNER HAS SCORED THE SEVENTH FALL! 20 SECONDS REMAIN!
Winner gets up, frantically looking around... McLaughlin stalks behind him and grabs him, but Winner slips out and drops to the mat, rolls out of the ring and grabs the balloons that McLaughlin brought to ringside and detaches them from the timekeeper's chair... and allows them to carry him up into the air! The crowd laughs as Winner nearly loses his grip... Ironside makes a leap for him... but he's too high up! The time expires!
DR. SCREAM: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner... JIMMY WINNER!
Winner slowly lets go of the balloons one at a time, before dropping to the ground. He rushes up, grabs the Scramble Championship and takes off to the back. McLaughlin dives after Zargnax's ray gun... a burst emerges from it and the lights go out. They come back on... Bryan Laughlin sits in the ring, looking confused. Max Ironside has one arm again... and Zargnax is gone and so too is the ray gun. Hammerstein sits up, looking much leaner than before. Talia has an Ursula Areano t-shirt on.
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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 22:27:13 GMT
A father and son enjoy a peaceful afternoon fishing from a small dock on a pristine lake, a steaming Pollo Bucket family meal set between them. The son's line grows taut, as the father points to the fishing cork a moment before it sinks beneath the water's surface, leaving only a faint ripple. The two exchange a look, as a moss-covered humanoid bursts from the lake, giving a monstrous tug on the fishing line that catapults the son into the water. The feed interrupts.
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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 22:27:21 GMT
We return from break, Owl Man on the apron and Jason Orion playing to the crowd. AJ Knight and Ben Chrenshaw are both in their corner, seemingly arguing about who's going to start. Chrenshaw tells AJ to flip a coin, so Knight asks a stage hand for one - allowing the Crippler to slink away and attack Orion from behind with a double axe handle! He knocks the former El Vainillo to his knees and double axe handles him again! As Orion tries to crawl away, Chrenshaw hoofs him in the kidneys with a kick to flatten him out on the mat. The crowd boos the Pearl Harbour attack, AJ Knight doesn't look too happy about it either! Chrenshaw pulls Orion up and cleans his clock with a forearm strike, knocking him back against the ropes. The Crippler shoots Orion out, Orion rebounds off the ropes and ducks the lariat... springs off the ropes again... LEAPS UP... Chrenshaw catches him! Orion kicks his legs wildly, slipping out the back... ARM DRAG! Chrenshaw pops right back up... DROPKICK! Knight jumps into the ring as Chrenshaw rolls out, but suffers a similar fate - a dropkick that sends him down to the mat and out of the ring! Orion leaps into the air and fist pumps to the roar of the Los Angeles crowd.
ORION~! ORION~! ORION~!
MANDARIN: What a loud display of affection for the former El Vainillo!
Chrenshaw stares down a grown man in El Vainillo mask, causing him to sit back down in his chair. Knight chuckles, but brings Chrenshaw back to the corner so they can regroup. Chrenshaw climbs back into the ring, AJ Knight onto the apron... but the Crippler turns around and tags in AJ. AJ gives him a weird look, but gets inside and squares up with Orion. The two circle around... Orion executes a quick drop toe hold, knocking Knight down to the mat. He clamps on a chickenwing and reaches up, tagging in the Owl Man. Owlie comes in, stomps Knight a few times before Orion leaves. He then pulls Knight to his feet, applies a side headlock and does a standing switch into a go behind... a hammerlock gets applied. Knight twirls out, but is still stuck in the arm twist. Owl Man uses his size and strength, not to mention the leverage to wrench the arm and bring AJ down to the mat. Owl stomps the arm and then grabs it once more. He wrenches the twist in some more, dragging AJ to the corner where he tags in Orion. Jason Orion heads up top and Owl Man whips AJ into the ropes. He goes for a hip toss, but AJ lands on his feet... he turns around, grabs Owl and sends him into Orion - crotching him on the top rope! AJ grabs Owl Man and drags him onto the second rope, driving his knee into the back of Owl's neck. As he's doing this, Chrenshaw sneaks around and punches a vulnerable Orion in the face a few times and then pushes him off - Orion thumps onto the apron and out to the floor. Referee Smalltooth Jones notices the thud and turns around, admonishing Chrenshaw... who walks away without a word.
MANDARIN: The Crippler does not need to get along with his tag team partner in order to find an opening! Very cerebral!
Knight drops out to the floor and throws Orion back inside for Chrenshaw. The Crippler picks the former El Vainillo up and snap suplexes him right back down. Chrenshaw backs up into the ropes and then teeters over... HARLEY RACE HEADBUTT! He covers!
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Orion still has life left! The Crippler pulls him up to his feet and applies an abdominal stretch, Orion reaches up, trying to move Chrenshaw's hand... AND DOES! HE REVERSES THE ABDOMINAL STRETCH! He counters into one of his own, but Knight reaches in and clubs Orion in the back! Smalltooth Jones questions AJ about it, but AJ says his hand was on the tag rope the whole time. Mandarin shows a replay and the video evidence supports that - AJ's left hand was still holding the tag rope when his right hand broke up the submission! Chrenshaw grabs the stunned Orion and whips him into the ropes... a running knee strike sends Orion up and over! Chrenshaw points to Owl Man and smirks, then drives a knee into Orion's lower back. Chrenshaw drags his knee across the back before reaching up, AJ is looking out at the crowd... Chrenshaw shakes his head and pulls Orion up... drops him over his knee with a backbreaker and keeps him there, a hand on his head and a hand on his midsection, backbreaker submission! The Crippler looks back and asks AJ if he's done playing, AJ reaches out and Chrenshaw tries to make it... but Orion knees him in the head! The Crippler is staggered! Orion tries again... but Chrenshaw blocks it and drives both arms down harder!
MANDARIN: OH MY! The Ben Chrenshaw chiropractic service hard at work!
Owl Man tries to rally the fans behind Jason by slapping the turnbuckles. Chrenshaw tries to put his hand on Orion's chest in order to elbow him in the face, but Orion knees him again! And again! And again! Orion slips out, Chrenshaw staggers backwards. Orion charges in... HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! Both men are down! Chrenshaw tags in AJ, Orion somersaults to Owl Man and makes the tag! The place explodes! Owl Man comes in... PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! AJ is staggered... Owl Man grabs him... RAMS HIM INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! He turns him around and whips him into the corner... HUGE TURNBUCKLE SPLASH! Chrenshaw gets back in, trying to help... but gets Samoan dropped by the big man! AJ gets up... Owl Man scoops him up... SLAM! AJ rolls out, Owl grabs the attempting to recuperate Chrenshaw and chucks him into the corner... climbs up... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... Owl Man turns his head, sees AJ coming in... CROSSBODY BLOCK! The fans pop huge for the big man hitting the move! Owl Man covers!
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Chrenshaw goes to drop an elbow on Owlie, but he moves... Chrenshaw changes direction so he doesn't hit AJ! Owl grabs Chrenshaw and chucks him into the corner, determined to finish what he started. Orion slides in and prevents AJ from helping! Jones tries to break up AJ and Orion, Chrenshaw dumps Orion over the top and to the floor! An automatic DQ! But Jones didn't see it! Chrenshaw chop blocks Orion from behind and rolls out. AJ throws his arm over his shoulder and applies the crossface... TEMPLAR STRETCH! Orion reaches for the ropes... AJ pulls back on it... Orion reaches... reaches... AJ lets go... picks him up... KNIGHT FALL DDT! He covers!
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AJ rolls off of Orion and gets up to see a smiling Chrenshaw, but AJ brushes by him and exits the ring. The Crippler stays smirking inside the ring.
MANDARIN: There's not too many things that can darken a Ben Chrenshaw day. I think he was quite impressed by the killer instinct on display in the finishing sequence! Wow!
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Post by ISM Office on May 5, 2017 22:27:28 GMT
The opening chords of “Cuka Rocka” echo through the Los Angeles Pollo Hall, prompting a standing ovation from the Pollomania faithful. A mass of roaches swarm a pile of chicken fingers on the POLLOVISION, as the giant egg cracks, belching forth ribbons or orange and purple smoke. La Cucaracha emerges from the egg, greeted by a chorus of hisses. The Wrestle-Pest is clad in her traditional ring gear, with the purple and orange cockroach pattern. The only exception is the white starburst on her chest that reads “POLLO!” She yanks an antenna headband from her head and pitches it to the crowd, before adjusting her purple domino mask, and finally the Golden Egg and Supremo Championships around her waist. As she bounds down the aisle, she stops repeatedly for shameless high-fives and photo ops. Upon reaching ringside, she dashes up the steps and through the ropes, immediately bolting to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner. She offers her roach hand signal to the crowd, who do their best to replicate it. Not one to let a self-aggrandizing moment pass, she repeats the ritual in the other three corners. With hisses hissed, hand signals waved and photography flashed, she takes a microphone and addresses the crowd. LA CUCARACHA:It’s been a little over a year since I debuted in Pollomania...She pauses strategically for another round of applause. LA CUCARACHA:At this point it seems like a lifetime ago. When I first arrived in this magical land of deep-fried grappling, I was a fresh-faced rookie looking to make an impact in anyway I could. That involved doing a lot of goofy shit and hoping against hope that I might actually get all you Pollomaniacs to like me.
Another round of applause, which Racha shamelessly soaks up. LA CUCARACHA:Somehow that worked. And you know what was even crazier? I managed to start winning matches. Some pretty big matches, in fact. I managed to win some belts, too. The Golden Egg Championship. The Supremo Championship. I try not to brag, but in case you forgot, I’m the current Pollomania Super Crown Champion. Making it to the top of this company was a huge honor, because I honestly don’t think any other company really understood me back then. Not that I’m hard to understand. I just feel like Pollomania is one place that truly let me be me. Plus free food.
Goofy thumbs up!
LA CUCARACHA: Unfortunately, my dream of figureheading this company never came true. Pollomania closed its doors shortly after I became the champion. With a heavy heart, made that much heavier thanks to a steady diet of Pollo Bucket, I had to move on. The loss of Pollomania left a gigantic hole in my soul, and until today I didn’t think that hole would ever be filled.
She bows her head.
LA CUCARACHA: Here I am, a year later and a different person. A person I wouldn’t be without my time in Pollomania. I love this place. I’m happy to see it back, even if it’s just for one night. And I’m even happier to defend the Pollomania Super Crown for the first time ever, against whoever the hell it is that I’m facing. I don’t care if it’s DC Wiland or Cornelius Cobblepott, Jason Orion or Zargnax, Hammerstein or Holly Guacamole. Whoever the hell you are, come on down. I got some defending to do.The lights go out in the arena and the crowd cheers, unsure what's about to happen. All eyes turn to the Pollovision as a single lit candle illuminates the screen. Below the screen, on the stage a choir begins to sing. This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let it shine.
The crowd begins to cheer, as some in the audience get a sense of what this means. Up on Pollovision, the candle suddenly goes out. The house lights come up and the crowd pops as all the members of the choir are wearing tiger masks. "Welcome to the Jungle" starts to play. The choir parts like the Red Sea as the Giant Egg opens and Tiger Mask Red a merges, with his manager Charlotte O'Neal by his side and the gigantic Brutus Smith in toe. The crowd greets him with a mix of cheers and boos but soon a chant of "This is awesome" echos through Pollo Hall. Tiger stands there soaking up the crowd response for a few minutes before he speaks. TIGER MASK RED:"Good evening, Las Angeles!"
Crowd pops. Tiger points to La Cucharacha and shakes his finger at her. TIGER MASK RED:"Roach, I'll get to you in a moment. Right now though let me just take this all in. It was one year ago that I wrestled my last match, I fought alongside friends and foes alike to save the world from AIPollo, which I can or cannot confirm was unleashed upon us all by my father, but that's all heresay now. What is important though was that following that battle I sustained several injuries, not the least of which was a concussion. I was told by doctors that I would never wrestle again. Well all I have to say to those doctors is a huge fuck you! Not only have I been cleared to compete again, but guess what Roach, I'm your opponent tonight and you've got something that belongs to me, Cupcake!"The crows begins to boo as he continues. TIGER MASK RED:"I'll give you credit, Roach, from the moment you arrived here in Pollomania you took this place by storm, and I took a bit of pride in watching you succeed. Few know this but you and I met over a year ago in another company and when you asked me if Pollomania would be a good fit for you I warmly encouraged you to sign up. You know what pisses me off though, not once did you ever say thank you. Not once did you ever give me any props for helping you escape obscurity and become a somebody!"
The crowd starts booing more loudly as he continues. Tiger turns to Charlotte and shakes his head. TIGER MASK RED:"See, this is exactly how I expected you all to react. For months you've all been clamoring for Pollomania to return. Pollo Bucket's head office has been bombarded with letters and emails begging for them to bring back Pollomania. What you bunch of ungrateful morons seems to forget is that if it wasn't for me, there would have been no Pollomania! This company was on the verge of dying before it ever really got off the ground. It doesn't matter whether you liked me or not, Pollomania was built on my back! You all came out for every show to watch your so called heros try and stop me and my group of misfits. Sometimes you were victorious but no one ever was able to keep me down for long. You booed when I became Scramble Champion! You booed when I led my team to the Three Cup Trios Championship! (Pointing at the titles La Cucharacha is holding) And you sure as hell booed when I became Supremo Champion! For all their bluster about how evil I was and how I needed to be stopped, do you know who benefited the most from everything I did? It was the bigwigs at Pollo Bucket, raking in all your money. Let's face facts, if it wasn't for me Pollomania would never have been an economical success at all. You all should be getting down on your hands and knees and thanking me for keeping this little dream alive as long as it did, and it's time for me to collect on that success. It's time I take back what's rightfully mine."La Cucharacha walks towards the ring ropes and holds up her championships. LA CUCARACHA:“There was a reason I asked you about joining, Tiger. It was all because of you reputation. The first thing I learned about you was that you’re a massive asshole. Thing number two was that you were the self-professed king of a place called Pollomania. A wrestling company built on the foundation of a fast food chicken empire? Sign me up.”
She rubs her stomach. LA CUCARACHA:“You got a point. Yeah, you’re the one who encouraged me to sign with Pollomania. You said I’d be a good fit, and you know what? You were right. As much as I hate to admit it, in a purely technical sense, I owe my success to you. If it weren’t for Tiger Mask Red, La Cucaracha would’ve never set foot in Pollomania. So thanks. Maybe if I said that a year ago, you’d be less of a dick, dick.”
O'Neal snarls at Cucaracha. LA CUCARACHA:“But my cockroach sense tells me that somehow, no matter what, you would’ve found a way to be the biggest world’s biggest douchebag. As good as you are at wrestling, your number one talent has always been your ability to make people want to punch you.”
She shakes her fist. LA CUCARACHA:“Which I’ll be more than happy to get down to in just a moment. All things considered, I think I did pretty well for myself in Pollomania. But even with all the high points, there were still plenty of lows. And thinking back, I realize there was one person consistently making my life miserable in Pollomania who I never got to settle up with. One person I’ve always wanted to give the Hiss of Death to. So thanks again, Tiger. You’re the reason I’m here right now holding the Pollomania Super Crown. And I’m the reason you’re going right back on the shelf.”Tiger laughs and he slowly makes his way down to the ring with Charlotte and Brute behind him. TIGER MASK RED:"You're going to put me back on the shelf? Ah, little lamb, little lamb, you've forgotten who you're speaking to. I have defeated far better men and women than you could ever wish to be. If anyone is at risk of being put on the shelf, it's you. I am the fire-breathing, soulless ginger who nearly brought this company to it's knees. You are crafty, I'll give you that, but you are dealing with a monster reborn and there's nothing I won't do to reclaim what I should never of lost in the first place."
He points to the Super Crown.
TIGER MASK RED: "You can call me whatever you like and I won't deny anything. I am every bit the asshole that you think I am, but I'm fine with that because you see, I learned the hard way that it doesn't pay to be the good guy. I learned the hard way that 'doing the right thing' leads to more trouble than it's worth. What you hold in your hands is all I care about right now and I'll do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to take those championships from you."
Smith nods. TIGER MASK RED:"Roach, you've had a great run, but Cinderella the clocks about to strike Twelve and your little fairy tale is about to become a nightmare. The hero doesn't always walk out victorious. In real life the monsters win! You are not standing in a wrestling ring, you are standing in the kill zone. Between those ropes I am top of the food-chain and your next on the menu. My advice to you is just leave that those titles in the ring because it's time to run, little sheep, the tiger is on the hunt!"
The former El Tigre de Jengibre jumps into the ring and circles around La Cucaracha. Referee Smalltooth Jones calls for the bell and the two lock-up, Red pushes her back into the ropes after a bit of a fight and takes his time breaking clean... resulting in the Super Crown Champion smashing him with a forearm! Red doubles over in pain and scurries away, La Cucaracha chases him down... DROPKICK! Red spills out of the ring and out to the arena floor. The Pollomania faithful clap in unison as La Cucaracha leads the band... she hits the ropes and begins rushing toward Red, but slides out and slaps him in the face! Red falls across the floor as the champion gets back inside the ring. Brutus Smith walks over and pulls Red to his feet, dusting off his friend and nodding. The challenger nods in response and fixates his gaze on Cucaracha inside the ring before sliding back inside. He immediately tackles her to the mat and rolls her onto her stomach, he keeps her in place as he works his way down to her legs... stepping on her thighs as he tucks her feet around his legs... he drives both of his fists into her sides, bringing her arms back and grabs those... yanking them backwards... MEXICAN SURFBOARD! Red clutches both hands under her chin and wrenches back. MANDARIN:I do not know how much pain a cockroach can withstand, but this Surfboard of the Mexican variety should test those limits!When it becomes clear that Cucaracha won't submit to the Surfboard, Tiger Mask Red pushes her down to the mat and gets up... he stomps on her back and then takes a seat, pulling her arms up over his knees... he then reaches down and clutches his hands under her chin again! This time with the intent of making her HUMBLE~! The Camel Clutch is expertly applied in the centre of the ring! Cucaracha grunts as Red wrenches it all the way back, causing the Champion to reach out for the ropes... but they are out of reach. Red lets go of the hold, a bit winded after having nearly a year off from in ring competition. He stands up and breathes heavily, then reaches down and pulls the Super Crown Champion up by her tights. Jones warns him, but Red responds by driving a forearm into the small of her back! MANDARIN:Oh my! A forearm to the lower back area! La Cucaracha is not 100% in this match! She competed in something called War Games in a faraway land, and was roughed up pretty good!Cucaracha grabs the ropes to avoid falling to her knees, Red grabs her... but she comes back with a punch! She staggers Red! She goes to follow up but a massive knife edge chop stuns her... Red then lunges into her with a European uppercut! She stumbles back into the corner, Smalltooth Jones tries to intervene but Red shoves him aside and sneers at Cucaracha. He pulls her out of the corner by her hair and whips her into the ropes. On the return, he lays her out across his knee with a beautiful tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! She arches her back in pain on the mat as Tiger gets back onto both feet and stares down at the bug. He lifts his foot and pretends to squish her, drawing the ire of the Los Angeles crowd! Red smirks as Cucaracha gets up. He watches her fall back down to a knee and then decides to hit the ropes, bouncing off... HIGH KNEE FROM LA CUCARACHA! Red is sent reeling into the ropes... comes bouncing back... JAWBREAKER! Red spins around in a daze, prompting Cucaracha to grab him... CHICKENWING... LEG SWEEP! She rolls on top of him! 1... ... 2... ... NO! Cucaracha rolls back off, clutching her back in pain as she fights up to her feet. She takes much longer than she surely intended, allowing Red to get back up... but she ducks a lariat and lunges at him with a flying forearm! Red goes down, but pops back up... BUG ZAPPER! Red gets fed well, one knee for supper and one knee for dessert! Cucaracha lays on the mat, writhing in pain while Tiger Mask Red is heaving on the mat looking up at the lights. Cucaracha drags herself over to Red and drapes an arm across... 1... ... 2... ... NO! Red rolls onto his side to kick out and then gets up, Cucaracha attempts to also but is clearly still feeling the injuries from War Games - something that the Laurentide Athletic Commission hasn't cleared her from. However, this is LA baby and money buys love, happiness and six hundred hookers. At least. Red kicks Cucaracha's leg out from underneath her and grabs the legs, applying a Boston crab! He turns her over and sits back... Cucaracha cries out, but reaches for the ropes... and begins pulling herself toward them... AND MAKES THEM! Red gets up and stomps her back before Jones steps between them. Cucaracha pulls herself up with the ropes... Red pushes Jones aside and grabs her in a rear waist hold... Cucaracha elbows her way free, but turns around... EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! Red sends her back into the corner and drives a palm strike under her chin. She doubles over... he hooks her arms and pulls her into the middle of the ring... TIGER DRIVER! Red sadistically looks down at her as he's seated behind her and then rises to his feet. He ascends the ropes... FROG SPLASH! Red holds his abdomen after it connects, but shakes his head... he heads up top again... A SECOND FROG SPLASH! This time he hooks the leg. 1... ... 2... ... 3! Red rolls off and Smalltooth Jones reluctantly hands him the new Super Crown Championship, a single title. Cucaracha gets a shoulder up, instinctively, but it's much too late. Red looks at her and laughs. He holds the championship to his chest, then looks at it long and hard... then looks to Charlotte and Brutus, telling them it's missing something. He watches La Cucaracha struggle to her feet and clobbers her with the belt! She falls against the ropes and he rolls out of the ring, Cucaracha has been busted up by the belt and Red is ready to strike again when Hammerstein bounds down the aisle... Red high tails it over the guard rail! Brutus Smith helps Charlotte O'Neal over and stands tall, ensuring that Hammerstein isn't going to give chase. No, Hammerstein attends to La Cucaracha and helps lay her on the mat for the medical staff before turning and giving an ice cold stare to Tiger Mask Red - who raises the belt high and cackles.
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Post by ISM Office on May 6, 2017 3:25:26 GMT
This was fun to revisit! Hope you guys had as much fun as I did!
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