Post by Cernunnos on Sept 14, 2012 21:56:48 GMT -5
- Live at Polaris Interstellar Stadium Ursa Minor (04/08/2097) -
With a capacity crowd of 115,585
(Card 472)
The holo-vid feed opens up with Krakan sitting down at a table with Brute, between the two sits a closed briefcase. Standing behind both, in their respective corners, are the GWF Tag Team Champions the Mercenaries as well as Massacre and Thunder. Brute sits listening as Krakan continues his proposition.
Krakan: So you can see it’s a win-win situation for all involved.
Brute: So let me get this strait, you wanna pay me $2,500 to do something I was already going to do?
Krakan: As long as you do what my benefactor has asked… Yes.
Massacre chimes in.
Massacre: And me and Brute, we get a title shot?
Krakan: Again, as long as you do what I’ve asked.
At that Massacre nods as Brute pounds a knuckle into an open fist and smiles.
Brute: Sure. I could use a little money to go along with my new championships.
Krakan: Good. Then we are in agreement?
Brute: Yeah. I’ll do it.
The scene cuts back to the play-by-play team, Omega and Morpheus.
Omega: Wow. What was that all about?
Morpheus: I’m not sure. But I bet it has to do with that briefcase handed to Krakan at the end of last week’s show.
Omega: You know. You just might be right.
Morpheus: I know I am.
Omega: Anyway folks stay tuned we have an action packed night in store for you all.
Morpheus: Including a non title match pitting Whiplash against Bishop Hell.
Omega: That’s right. See you after the commercials.
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COMMERCIAL
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A kid walks up to Quasar.
Kid: Quasar. How do you jump so high?
Quasar: With these.
He motions to his shoes.
Quasar: Air-Q! And now you can too!
Kid: I can?
Quasar: Yeah. Air-Q is sold at all shoe retailers. Look for it in the Gravity Ball section.
With his wink the commercial ends.
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END COMMERCIAL
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The holo-vid feed returns as the camera focuses in on the announce team.
Omega: Alright people. Fresh off the press. Commisioner Carter just handed us the matchups for tonight’s event. I think you’re going to be as happy as we are.
Morpheus: That’s right Omega… tonight in this very ring, you are going to see…
Vengeance vs. Thunder
Cannibal vs. Dreadnaught
Raven vs. Matador of M83
Wolf vs. Alpha Force
Omega: And that’s not it folks!
Morpheus: That’s right, because you’re also going to see…
Greek Gods vs. Superiority Complex
Dragonmaster vs. Lord Nexus
Omega: And let’s not forget the main event!
Morpheus: I wouldn’t, because we have…
Whiplash vs. Bishop Hell: Non-title Match
Omega: And with that we bring you to our last set of commercials before the action.
Morpheus: Booyeah!
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COMMERCIAL
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An elementary aged kid sits playing with matches in his house unsupervised. Bishop Hell walks into the room seemingly out of nowhere.
Bishop Hell: Don’t do that!
The kid looks up, impressed.
Kid: Whoa! It’s the GWF Interplanetary Champion! Bishop Hell!
Bishop Hell: That’s right kids! And I’m here to tell you about playing with matches. Don’t do it Johnny. Don’t play with matches.
Kid: Awww shucks!
The kid’s attitude turns south…
Bishop Hell: Use gasoline! It burns faster. See!
… But picks right back up…
Kid: Alright!
… As Bishop Hell and the kid douse the house with gasoline and light a match setting the whole place ablaze.
Bishop Hell: See. It burns better this way.
Kid: Awww thanks GWF Interplanetary Champion Bishop Hell.
Bishop Hell: You’re welcome Johnny. You’re welcome.
At that Bishop Hell winks at the camera.
(To the tune of the late 80’s early 90’s Diet Coke commercial)
“Just for the hell of it… Bishop Hell.”
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END COMMERCIAL
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Vengeance vs. Thunder
Still looking to take his frustrations out on Thunder following the Tonight’s Matchup pay per view loss Vengeance protested the other Gladiators until he got this match signed. Although he wanted it, Vengeance was not first off the mark following the bell. Thunder tore into his opponent without remorse. After several moves and a clothesline from the ropes, Thunder fired his opponent into the turnbuckle, but that was where his fury ended. Vengeance reversed it and tossed his opponent into the turnbuckle instead and followed with a powerful clothesline. Two moves later it was all over after Vengeance put his opponent away with the LETHAL CATAPULT.
Winner: Vengeance (via pin-fall)
Cannibal vs. Dreadnaught
The action was hot and heavy, back and forth for a while. Soon Cannibal got the upper-hand and tried pinning Dreadnaught after two Head Rollers. Dreadnaught wasn’t having it and kicked out of both pin attempts. With things not going his way, Cannibal tossed Dreadnaught out of the ring, to weaken him. After trading some blows things got a little serious with Dreadnaught’s temper and he resorted to using the time keeper’s hammer, leaving no option for the referee, but to disqualify him.
Winner: Cannibal (via disqualification) (Fatigue: Dreadnaught - 2)
Raven vs. Matador of M83
Matador started the match off with some light moves, but Raven reversed a shoulder chop, and soon countered with a Vulture Dive and cover. Matador wasn’t out though, he kicked out of the pin and got back to his feet. Seemingly out of options Raven decided to take the match outside, against his better judgment. Matador whipped him into the ring post and then tossed him into the ring, where he finished off his prey with a BULLWHIP.
Winner: Matador of M83 (via pin-fall) (Fatigue: Matador of M83 - 1)
Wolf vs. Alpha Force
In what turned out to be a classic back and forth matchup both competitors gave it their all. Without a care in the world both men used everything with abandon. The ropes, turnbuckle, ring and top rope maneuvers were taken advantage of every second they could be used. Finally after a long matchup Alpha Force tossed Wolf outside the ring, to where he slid back in before the ten count. Frustrated Alpha Force tossed him out again and followed for good measure. Wolf then lured his opponent into a trap and let him have it with the ringside step podium. The referee then signaled for the bell and awarded Alpha Force the match.
Winner: Alpha Force (via disqualification)
After the match, the cameras go back stage, to where Reynard B. Guile is walking and talking with Bounty Hunter. They, or rather Guile is, in a deep conversation.
Reynard B. Guile: And then when he least suspects it… Boom! Nail him!
Bounty Hunter shakes his head as the two almost bump into Krakan and the Mercenaries.
Krakan: Did you give some thought to my proposition?
Reynard B. Guile: Yeah. Yeah I did.
Krakan: And?
Krakan straitens himself a little more as the Mercenaries continue to loom behind him ominously.
Reynard B. Guile: We’re in.
Krakan: Good.
Reynard B. Guile: Just make sure you do your part.
At that Krakan turns to walk away with his men in tow.
Krakan: I already have.
With that the broadcast fades to commercials.
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COMMERCIAL
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Vanity's Beauty Parlor with special guest Splatter…
As the commercials end you are greeted by a lavish set, where former GWF Champion Vanity sits upon a huge red plush chair. The chair (more like a dais or sorts) is as flamboyant as he and decorated with frill and lace. The man's yellow-neon shirt sets the fashion trend sets the tone by accentuating the flashing neon sign behind him that reads: [glow=red,5,500]*Vanity's Beauty Parlor*[/glow]
Next to Vanity sits Splatter in a plain metal folding chair. The guest seems to be in a world all his own, as he sits stroking Arsenal, his wooden stick-club.
Vanity: My special guest tonight Vanityites is Splatter. Splatter say hello to my audience.
Splatter: Hello.
Vanity: Now Splatter it has come to my attention that you are about to receive a title shot at the GWF Heavyweight Championship. Am I correct?
Splatter: Right.
The flamboyant one guffaws at his guest’s answer.
Vanity: That was a rhetorical question. I’m always right. Anyway… about this match. I hear it’s some kind of something awesome.
Splatter: Yep.
Vanity: Care to talk about it?
Splatter: About what?
Vanity: Your match silly pants.
Splatter: Can we get another chair?
Vanity looks at him a little weird.
Vanity: Another chair? For what?
Splatter: For my friend… Arsenal.
Vanity: Oh. Sure.
Vanity nods to a cameraman off stage, who brings a chair up and sets it down next to Splatter.
Vanity: So. What about your match?
Splatter: At GalactiMania?
Vanity: Yeah.
Splatter looks down at Arsenal as he speaks.
Splatter: Shhhhhhhh! I know what to say. Shut up.
Vanity: Uhhhh… is there a problem here?
Splatter: (to Vanity) No. I just… (turns to Arsenal) I said SHUT UP! Fine. I’ll ask… but you better remain quiet the rest of the time. (turns back to Vanity) I’m sorry. Can we get him a glass of water?
Splatter leans in all close and puts his hand up to whisper to the host.
Splatter: (Quietly) He’s a little shy around others.
Vanity: Oh sure.
Again Vanity nods to someone off screen and a full glass of water is set next to Arsenal, as Splatter continues.
Splatter: Well Mr. Vanity…
Vanity: (Sincerely blushing) Please. Please. Enough with the formalities. But if you wish, you can call me three time GWF Heavyweight Champion if you want.
Splatter: Ok. Well Mr. Three time GWF Heavyweight Champion… my match is against Bishop Hell.
Vanity: Beat him.
Splatter: Chaos.
Vanity: Beat him too.
Splatter: Bounty Hunter.
Vanity: Hmmmmm…
Splatter: Brute.
Vanity: Beat him for tag gold.
Splatter: And the GWF Heavyweight Champion Whiplash…
Vanity: Beat him too… three times coincidentally for all of my title reigns. He’s a little too overrated if you don’t mind me saying.
Splatter: No. Not at all Mr. Three time GWF Heavyweight Champion.
A smile crosses Vanity’s face as he continues.
Vanity: So. Sounds like an easy night. Nothing but pushovers.
Splatter: Well here’s where it gets a little tough. The match is going to be an Aethran Ultimate Hell-Chamber of Horrors Match.
Vanity: A whozie mawhatzie?
Vanity lifts an eyebrow questioningly as Splatter continues.
Splatter: An Aethran Ultimate Hell-Chamber of Horrors Match. You know… with barbed wire (Vanity’s face cringes) and electricity shock turnbuckles and cage (his face cringes more) along with brass knuckles.
Vanity looks away in disgust.
Vanity: That’s a match?
Splatter: Yep. An Iron Man Elimination Chamber-style one that takes place for 30 minutes.
Vanity: (Still visibly disgusted) Uhhhh. If they are that crazy for viewers they might as well ask me to come back. My how the mighty have fallen.
Splatter: Not yet Vanity… but on GalactiMania night however…
They both laugh a little.
Vanity: Oh. That’s great stuff.
Splatter: Yeah. My manager told me to use that one.
Vanity: Who?
Splatter: Arsenal. Right buddy?
They both look down at Arsenal, who sits next to a now near empty glass of water.
Arsenal: …
With that the camera then pans to a perplexed looking Vanity who immediately waves the camera away.
Vanity: Shew! And don’t forget to watch Splatter win the belt at GalactiMania Vanityites.
With that the feed starts to fade as Vanity sits still talking to the guest.
Vanity: So. After you win, you’re going to hold the belt until I come back right? Good. I think you might give me a run for the money. But only if you…
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Greek Gods vs. Superiority Complex
Proteus and Skinhead started the match off sound and Proteus got the better of the young athlete. Soon though Skinhead fired back and locked in a Skinhead’s Sleeper, and almost pulled off an upset win, but Actagon came in and broke up the sleeper submission. Soon Actagon made his way in with a tag and pounded away on Skinhead and then Prodigy, after he was tagged in. Actagon went for a GRECIAN SLEEPER GRIP, but this time Skinhead interfered. Not wanting his partner to be at a disadvantage Proteus pulled Skinhead out of the ring while Actagon took the fight outside as well. Both men then pounded away on the youngsters, with double team moves. Ignoring the referee’s instructions the Gods decided to teach the youngsters a lesson and put them both through an announcers table with twin reverse piledrivers. For that they were disqualified.
Winner: Superiority Complex (via disqualification) (Fatigue: Actagon – 1 , Proteus – 1, Skinhead – 2)
Dragonmaster vs. Lord Nexus
Dragonmaster started the match off, but he started off a little slow. After a failed shoulder chop, Lord Nexus took advantage over his opponent and karate chopped back. Soon he found an opening and nailed a TITAN DROP, but was unable to get the three count. With a sense of urgency Dragonmaster again found his way to an offensive, but failed to capitalize and instead took a leap off the top turnbuckle. Nexus quickly rolled out of the way, and then covered his opponent again for another two count. This time with renewed energy he went for another TITAN DROP and picked up the win following a three count.
Winner: Lord Nexus (via pin-fall) (Fatigue: Dragonmaster – 2)
Following the match, the camera heads to the back, where Krakan and the Mercenaries stand knocking on a white door. A couple seconds later Bishop Hell pops his head out to answer, much to the crowd’s appreciation.
Bishop Hell: Yeah.
Krakan: Haven’t heard from yah. Wasn’t sure if you were gunna answer.
Bishop Hell: Been busy.
Krakan: Yeah? Doing what?
Krakan moves his head to peek inside the room, but Bishop Hell closes the door a little tighter around his head, so that only a couple inches of light would shine through.
Bishop Hell: That’s none of your business.
Krakan: We’ll to others it might seem like you’re avoiding.
Bishop Hell: Never.
Krakan: No?
A look of frustration crosses Bishop Hell’s face.
Bishop Hell: Well, what is it?
Krakan: I just need to see if you were in or not.
Bishop Hell: Anyone else in?
Krakan: I got Brute and Bounty Hunter.
Bishop Hell: Sure, I guess. Count me in.
Krakan: Good.
Krakan takes a step back as if to walk away.
Krakan: And uh… I’ll letcha get back to doing… whatever it was you were doing.
A burst of flame and smoke erupts from inside the hidden room, creeping out from the cracked door, reaching in an effort toward Krakan.
Bishop Hell: Too late now!
He quickly shuts the door, leaving Krakan in the hallway shaking his head ‘No.’
Krakan: That… guy.
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COMMERCIAL
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A kid walks up to Darkos.
Kid: How did you get to be so evil man?
Darkos: It’s because of this.
Darkos positions a can before the screen that reads ‘Soul Darkener.’
Darkos: Soul Darkener!
Kid: … Soul Darkener?
Darkos: Yeah. Soul Darkener. You just simply do this…
Darkos reaches out with one hand and scoops up the kid’s shadow and places it inside the can.
Kid: Woah!
Darkos: And then you seal and shake vigorously… like this.
Darkos seals the can and shakes. After a couple seconds he takes the shadow back out and attaches it to the kid.
Darkos: See? Soul Darkener.
Kid: (More evil sounding) Whoa! Now that’s what I’m talking about.
Darkos: That’s right kid. And it’s sold at all fine retail stores.
With that Darkos winks at the camera.
Voice Over: Use only as directed.
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Whiplash vs. Bishop Hell: Non-title Match
As soon as the bell sounded Whiplash went to work, but couldn’t get the advantage until Enigma distracted Bishop Hell long enough for Whiplash to nail a Backside Beheading. From then on it was Whiplash’s game. Bishop Hell got a move or two in afterwards but was silenced after tossing his opponent into the turnbuckle. Whiplash capitalized on his opponent’s mistakes and fired back again with a great flurry of offense. It wasn’t long before Whiplash hit his opponent with a Headsman Guillotine and went for the cover. With the wind knocked out of him, Bishop Hell refused to kick out, giving the reigning heavyweight champion the win.
Winner: Whiplash (via pin-fall)
After the match the feed fades away, the broadcast focuses in on the shadows. A hint of light reflects the image of Krakan hidden in an alleyway. He speaks into the darkness and to an unseen man.
Krakan: Bishop Hell, Bounty Hunter and Brute are in.
Man: Chaos and Splatter?
A smile crosses his face and Krakan nods a bit.
Krakan: Splatter will do what I tell him. Always has. But Chaos will need a nudge.
Man: You better get this taken care of Krakan. I don’t want any foul-ups.
Krakan: There won’t be. I always get the job done.
Man: See to it… or I’ll take my money back.
The man walks away as Krakan brings a lit cigar up to his mouth and the show fades to black.
