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Post by LWPD on Jun 18, 2011 6:23:43 GMT -5
Heartfelt words from the one and only Mr. Sampson. Megatrends can destroy any industry...but when such a trend is manufactured by political fiat...it is both a tragedy and a travesty. It is sad to see such great athletes forced to ply their trade and earn their living in an underground 'criminal' enterprise. As for wrestlers, the new law left a lot of people unemployed. I love Where Are They Now segments... Some had great fall back plans such as Chucho Morales who went back to Bolivia and ran his family’s lithium plant. Chucho with a soft landing. Wealth will do that! Toro Moldavo went back to running his dojo, but has since turned it into a galaxy famous meditation center. Toro takes a page from the Bikram Choudhury School of Entrepreneurship! Ayngar re-enlisted into the Cygnus army and is a weapons specialist. An easy segue. Commander Sam went back to Earth and again is Commander of the Armed Forces. God help us all! Hubris owns his own line of cosmetics and has patented a technology that specializes in covering bodily scars. I could imagine him filling up countless channels with late night infomercial spots! The only thing I know about The Midnight Express, Mister Cornette, David Crockett and Harley Marlboro is they all moved to Earth and make money off of shoot videos. The nostalgia circuit has padded many a former stars pocket. Astaroth has literally vanished and no one knows his whereabouts. And that is all I know. True believers will gaze to the heavens, for one day he will descend! Great stuff as always. Closing a chapter, with a new one set to begin. The Underground Era invites a dark period where resources are scarce and times are tough. Should be a fun adventure! |
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Post by gwfman17 on Jun 18, 2011 19:59:10 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]POW- Open Contracts
01.01.2073[/glow] A spaceship called the Angel landed on the landing pad directly outside the old M45 Theatre. Gryphon Sampson was a Paladin; a highly trained member of the Titan royal guard, one of the most respected military forces in the known universe. He also had a past working as the character Sampson Silver in the SGL and in R.R.A.T.S. Gryphon walked into the old abandoned M45 Theatre. He reminisced of the days where packed crowds screamed and cheered for their favorite superstars. Now, all he saw was an empty musty smelling arena. The affects of not being operated for 6 months started to take shape. The moisture caused the arena seats to slightly tear, and the walls were stained with water marks from leaking pipes. The arena floor was sticky with remnants of molded food and patches of dried up spilled drinks. He walked to the back and pulled the torn curtain aside. He walked to the locker room and saw his old locker. He rummaged through the locker picking up things he had left behind. As he sat there, he heard a muffled voice coming from the next room. That room was Ratlick’s office. He walked out the door of the locker room and opened the promoter’s door. There in the dark room he saw faintly in the distance someone sitting in the old promoter's chair with his back turned. Gryphon shook his head in disbelief as if he was seeing a ghost. Summoning up enough courage to speak, he says in a soft voice. Some excerpts derive from COTG: Genesis altered a bit to fit my storylines. Gryphon: Ratlick? The figure in the chair begins to laugh loudly. He quickly realizes it is not the ghost of Ratlick, but recognizes the laugh to be familiar.Gryphon: Looks like a few changes have been made around here. This place is really run down. I thought it was abandoned, but I guess I was wrong. The figure spins around in his chair to reveal to Gryphon who he really is. It is Jack Hood.Hood: Aye, me wanted something a little cozier. So, me figured why not camp up in a place that feels right at home. Gryphon: (Playing along with the charade) New promoter too huh? Hood: Right you are again lad. The best in the business. The only in the business as a matter of fact. Gryphon: I heard you are running an underground wrestling show. Is that true? The tall man did not answer. After a moment, he shifted in his chair and in a sudden motion, he reached out for a jar on the desk. A glistening set of platinum teeth floated in the jar of slimy formaldehyde. The tall man retrieved them and jammed then into his mouth. The horrible squishing sounds that followed made Gryphon queasy. Hood: Ye asking about a wrestling show, aye? Me have not heard of wrestling around these parts in a long time. Not since I wore my last set. Gryphon: Quit the crap Jack. I heard all I have to say is POW is NOW and the door would open for me. Hood glared at Gryphon for a bit. Hood: Speaking in rhyme are ye? Been a long time Gryphon. Wheels got to be a bit rusty, aye? Gryphon: (Becoming impatient) Where are the rest of the performers? This must have been a joke. Jack Hood rose to his feet and continued. Hood: Me should inform ye that there are no performers here. And that’s no joke. Hood pointed his bony finger at the tattered banner hanging from the office wall. It was the P.O.W flag, still stained with Ratlick’s blood. Hood: Welcome to Pleiades Outlaw Wrestling. Gryphon: There is nothing here for me I see; just you and a tarnished flag. I see this was a mistake. I am leaving. Hood: Oh, on the contrary Sampson Silver. Do not be deceived by what ye can’t see. There is much more me can offer. Gryphon seemed more curious. Hood: And there is much more ye can offer me. Just then, Blotto and Slug walk into the room and stand by the door blocking Gryphon from leaving. Recognizing the danger, Gryphon delivered a jaw shattering double palm strike to the two Hooligans. Hood grabbed Gryphon’s forearm and chomped down on it as blood splattered and hit the wall. Gryphon screamed in pain. Hood went to apply the Ripper, but Gryphon made a last ditch effort hurling himself over the desk and through the air. He delivered a skull smashing mid air forearm to the back of Hood’s head. Then the two Hooligans grabbed Gryphon and held him so he could not get away. Hood: Me always said ye had talent Sampson, but Ratlick never saw it. And a lass there has loads of it. Ye want to be part of POW ye say? Me have now decided to give ye a shot. Me will book ye in a match against me henchman; The Aethran monster Screw. Gryphon: (Spitting blood) you are sick. I will not fight him and I will never fight you. I will not fight here after what you just pulled. Too much has changed and you are truly deranged. I will not be a part of this. Hood: Oh, ye will. You see, POW is much different than what you are use to. This ain’t ye daddy’s pro rasslin federation. There is a stipulation in every fight. And ye’s goes into effect tonight. You fight Screw or you die. The monster Screw walks in and stands at the doorway with his arms folded. Gryphon stares him down as Hood laughs. As Screw stood now behind Hood, Screws head neared the 8 foot ceiling of the office. His body ripped with massive portions of muscle. His skin was a pale and dead. The Aethran cleansing had left Screw mutated in the mind, body and soul. The harrowing event to his consciouness cost him not only his feelings of compasssion and humanity, but once again, he had lost his independence.
But now he was a different type of slave. A new kind of servant, influenced by a new kind of master. Jack Hood sensed Screw's weaknesses upon his arrival to Pleiades and taken full advantage. And now others will suffer and the hands of this monstrous puppet being led by Hood's strings. |
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Post by gwfman17 on Jun 19, 2011 11:57:30 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]ARE YE POW or NOT!!!![/glow][/shadow] The Hooligans lead Sampson out of the office and out to the aisle. They struggle with Sampson and pull on him forcing him into the old battered ring from the former R.R.A.T.S. Sampson looks around and notices blood stains everywhere. He looks at Slug. Sampson: Do you guys still hold matches here? Slug: (Laughing) You have so much to learn boy. Yes, but we constantly move so authorities don't catch on. That is POW. Underground and out of sight. Sampson: Where are the people if I am suppose to have a match?Slug: This is your tryout match. You win, you're in. Believe me when I say. You think you want out, but you will change your mind win or lose after tonight. The blood and adrenaline will flow through your veins like never before. Your violent urges will take a hold of your consciouness and your body. You will feel like a new man, a new wrestling machine, a powerful being who can just let it all out on someone else. Any issues you have or any emotions you may harbor will enable you the strength to fight and survive. You will be like a new man and you will like it. Sampson: I am not trained to inflict pain. Slug: Hahaha, you better find a way then, or you will die. Look up kid because here comes your fate. Screw bursts through the curtain and marches his way toward the ring. He is breathing heavily and punching his chest from time to time. The Hooligans let Sampson go. Slug: Good luck, you will need it.Sampson can feel his stomach in his throat. He remembers the character of Screw from the days of the SGL, but this is a much different being. He senses in his eyes and he stares down the monster as he entered the ring. Screw is a new and powerful brain washed monster. Sampson knows now that there is no way out. His training for the last 6 months as well as his military training and his built up anger needs to take over at that very moment. Screw makes his move.Screw grabs Sampson by the neck and then throws his opponent into the far turnbuckle! Silver smashes against the turnbuckle that had one exposed buckle. Screw begins to sprint toward Sampson. Sampson Silver gets a boot up! Then, jumps up on the top turnbuckle and delivers a flying splash. Sampson Silver tries to apply a figure four but Screw grabs him by his hair and flings him down to the mat. Screw grabs Sampson and tosses him over the top rope sending him hard to the floor. Sampson staggers to his feet as Screw hits the ropes and flings himself through the ropes and hits a perfect flying cross-body to the outside! Both men are laid out on the floor. Screw gets to his feet first. He slowly picks Sampson up and delivers the SCREW YOU! Sampson is in severe pain. Screw screams at the top of his lungs. Sampson gathers himself to one knee. Screw walks over to grab him. Sampson screams back at Screw and his face becomes enraged. He springs himself and delivers a Sampson Spear on Screw sending the monster backwards and hitting the back of his head on the concrete floor. Blood begins to spill from the back of Screw's head on the floor. Sampson gets up to his feet. He sees a chair laying on the floor and picks it up. He walks back over to Screw who lays motionless. Sampson looks down at Screw, then screams as he bashes Screw with the chair over and over again. The blows open gashes on Screws head, chest and shoulders. The Hooligans try to intervene, but he nails them both with chair blows. Just then, Jack Hood comes from behind the curtain and strolls merrily down the aisle with pole in hand smiling and laughing. He walks over to Sampson and tells him to stop. Sampson is screaming, but then stops. He looks at Hood, then back at Screw. He tosses the chair, then falls to the floor onto his knees. His anger turns to sobbing. Screw is unconscious. The Hooligans are grabbing their heads in pain. Hood looks around at the carnage on the floor. Hood: My, my. What a sweet buthery me see. A pity me was not involved. Hood turns to Screw who continues to lay motionless. Hood: Screw, ye big oaf. Ye did not follow me orders. Cannot blame ye, me never cared much for em either. But too bad for ye, now I gotta bruise you too. Hood takes his pole, stands over Screw and straddles him, and holds it high into the air ready to plunge it into the motionless monster. Sampson lunges over and tackles Hood before he could deliver the fatal blow. Sampson puts his knees on Hood's arms so he could not move and then grabs a chunk of Hood's thick and greasy locks. Sampson: This is not wrestling! This is anarchy! This is violence! This is murder! This is sick! I should kill you right now!Hood: (Laughing) Do it mate! Feed ye inner beast! Let the violence take over and become the monster you truly are inside! That we all are inside!Sampson is shaking and begins to squeeze Hood's face splitting his cheeks until it begins to bleed. Hood feels no pain and laughs at Sampson. Sampson looks up and screams, but then flings himself off of Hood. He stands up and walks away. Hood sits up on his bosom and wipes the blood from his cheeks onto his sleeve. Hood: Gryphon ol' boyo. Ye are POW now! Match in two weeks in front of a crowd. Sampson stops and looks back at the carnage he left behind.Sampson: No, Hood. You are POW. I am a wrestler. And after tonight I realize for the first time in a long time.......THAT WRESTLING IS DEAD!!!!Sampson turns back around and makes his way to the exit. Hood begins to scream at him. Hood: YE WALK OUT THAT DOOR, YE ARE FINISHED, YE HEAR ME BOYO! FINISHED! DONE! RETIRED! OVER! THIS IS YE ONLY SHOT TO MAKE A LIVING! THIS IS WHAT WE WERE DESTINED TO DO BOYO!Sampson grabs the door, opens it, and walks out. He makes his way to the Angel, starts it up and flys away never to return again. |
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Post by gwfman17 on Jun 19, 2011 14:47:52 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]POW Underground Show
Pleiades- Sandy’s Snake Pit
01.05.2073 [/glow][/shadow] Sandy’s Snake Pit is a venue at an old abandoned park on the planet Pleiades. The park was formerly known as Family Oasis Park, which was very family friendly and popular. However, word spread quickly that a band of criminals lurked through the park in search of victims to steal from and caused havoc amongst visitors. The criminals would take advantage of visitors by threatening their victims with a bite from venomous snakes they would hold. One particular incident became famous and word spread quickly that the park was dangerous. A women named Sandy refused to give up her belongings and was killed by a venomous bite. Since then, the name stuck as Sandy’s Snake Pit and even authorities have a difficult time patrolling it. The park has been deserted for some time since Pleiades has now become a planet full of scoundrels and thugs. Families have begun to move out of Pleiades in fear of the array of viscous newcomers entering the planet. Sandy’s Snake Pit became the perfect place for POW shows. The criminals became bookers receiving 5 % of each ticket sold from Jack Hood. Now, hundreds of extreme fans pour into the park eagerly awaiting the violence that lies ahead. Beings from all walks of life make their way to the make shift ring set up with the banner of POW painted in black. An ale stand is set up as thirsty fans indulge before the show.
Seating around the ring comprised of simple folding chairs and four sets of portable bleachers. This unconventional set up reflected the gritty style of the wrestling itself. And the old independent shows. This was a major difference from the luxury arena shows that once were the cornerstone of this profession. Looking around at the extreme fans in attendance, POW had coveted the 18-35 demographic. Far removed are the families, sons and fathers, and comic book characters that made up a wrestling show.
Crowds at POW events were well known for their rowdiness and distinctive chants that either supported or demeaned what was transpiring in the ring. P.O.W. chants such as "You messed up!" and "This is awesome!" became infamous during the shows. POW crowds would sing along to a multitude of wrestler's theme songs, as all wrestlers used popular music as entrance themes.
In POW, there are virtually no rules. The role of referees only included counting pinfalls and acknowledging submissions. POW has a cult following who yearn for matches that have separated them from the norm such as Brass Knuckles matches, Barbed Wire matches, Flaming Tables matches, and Falls Count Anywhere matches.
The fans begin to take their seats as the music booms from two enormous speakers at ringside. The crowd begins to chant loudly P.O.W! P.O.W! summoning their favorite stars to walk through the battered curtain of the make shift stage that was set up to start the show.
As the chant continues, the music fades out and the trademark music of Jack Hood begins to play. The crowd erupts as the owner of POW bursts through the curtain and strolls down to the ring. The crowd begins to chant, HOOD IS AWESOME ! HOOD IS AWESOME! Hood rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and grabs a microphone. He saunters slowly around the ring, taking in the warm reception. Hood: Welcome me creatures of the night. Are ye ready for the violence in P.O.W. as much as me am? (The crowd cheers in acknowledgement) Me reckoned so. Ye see, me enjoy a good scrap between two foes just as much as da next guy. But, me also like ta see brawls. So, starting tonight me am going to hold.... Just then, K.O. Keller’s music hits and the crowd stands on their feet. They begin to chant, HE’S GOT KNUCKLES! HE’S GOT KNUCKLES! KO Keller walks through the curtain with the Brass Knuckles Championship hanging over his shoulder and looks around at the chanting fans. He starts to grin, then makes his way to the ring. K.O. Keller was arguably the toughest man in professional wrestling when it existed. For many years, Keller wrestled primarily in the underground federations until wrestling was reinstated in 2070. He moved to sport’s entertainment and began to become galaxy recognized and hugely popular. His main stomping ground was the SGL and R.R.A.T.S, but would now be one of the faces of Pleiades Outlaw Wrestling. With the death of sport’s entertainment, K.O. was no dummy. He knew from experience that the underground was where the money was. Underground wrestling was controlled by mobsters, criminals and gamblers, so a wrestler had to be very tough to make it in this world. Keller was one of the toughest and quickly became a POW favorite.Hood looks severely displeased about being interrupted. Keller grabs another mic. Hood: What tis all this, then? Keller: This is me confronting you, Jack. I want to know why Crow is considered the Hardcore Icon now and I am not. I want to know why you continuously book me for Brass Knuckles matches and don’t consider me for Heavyweight championship matches. I was hardcore before hardcore was cool. I was underground before you or Crow. So, I think it is time I dropped this title in the toilet and start making my own demands around here for a Heavyweight Title shot. Hood: Oh, ye wild boyo. Wanna know why ye are being held back is ye? The answer is simple boyo. Me dunna like ye, never have and never will. (Crowd boos) Keller: What? What did you- Hood: (Shouting) Me dunna like ye, Keller, and as Commissioner, me have decided that ye dunna deserve da title hunt! Keller: You fool! You don’t see a good thing if it slapped you in the face! I am the king of hardcore, the king of the underground. You are afraid because you can’t hold a candle to me. Hood: Me am afraid ye say? Well yer a dead man! Hood steps toward Keller, ready to strike, when Keller steps in and punches Hood right in the face! The blow stops Hood in his tracks, but does not appear to rattle him. Instead, Hood takes a stance of calm, and smiles. Hood: Ye want to fight, eh? Well, so do I, boyo. I tell ye what. Tonight we be both getting our wish. It will be me, against ye, Keller, right here in this ring for the Brass Knuckles Title! (Crowd cheers) If ye win da fight, I will give ye a title fight. But, if me win, then me win the title and ye leave POW and never come back. Hood, putting his metallic dentures right up to Keller’s face. Hood: Now, get out of me ring, boyo. And ye might want to bring a better punch dan dat to the fight!
Keller laughs and walks away and out of the ring. The fans try to grab him as they love their favorite star. [glow=red,2,300]Meet Blood[/glow] Blood is a hardcore legend of the POW. He is known for going through almost every type of match imaginable. He's a no-frills kind of guy, wearing simple trunks without any fancy attire. He smokes a cigar on the way to the ring and during interviews. He doesn't comb his hair nor does he shave often. He is incredibly popular in the POW. Blood is respected, especially when he challenges anyone who he views as a complainer. He does like to amuse himself and will use cheating tactics at times more to get under the skin of his opponents. [glow=red,2,300]Blood vs. Slug[/glow]Closing moments of the First Blood Match: Blood hits a Flying Missile Shot sending Slug to the mat. Blood climbs to the top rope and hits a perfect cross-body block! Blood picks up Slug and sends him out of the ring. Blood grabs a chair from ringside and turns to Slug who gathered himself to his feet. As Blood turns around, Slug kicke Blood in his midesction and rams his opponent's head into the ringside table! The referee jumps out of the ring to check for blood on Blood's head, but there was nothing. He ordered the match to continue. Slug grabs Blood and body slams him to the floor. Slug goes under the apron and pulls out a table. He sets the table up. Blood crawls over to Slug and grabs his boot, but Slug kicks him back down. Slug picks Blood up and throws him on top of the table laying him out across it. Slug goes back into the ring and points to the crowd. The crowd urges Slug to jump off the top turnbuckle and put Blood through the table. Back on the floor, Blood takes a small bottle out of his trunks and holds it in his right hand. Slug makes his way to the top turnbuckle and raises both arms over his head. The crowd chants JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! Slug measures up and jumps through the air. As he is about to land, Blood squirts the bottle into Slug's face as Slug crashes on top of him. The force sends both men through the table. The two men lay on top of one another through the broken table. The referee goes to check on them and realizes that Slug is busted wide open as blood covers his face. The ref calls for the bell and grabs Blood's arm declaring him the winner. Slug springs himself off of Blood and stands up looking confused as to why the announcer is declaring Blood the winner. The ref points to Slug's face. Slug reaches up and feels the blood on his face and looks at it. Meanwhile Blood has managed to crawl out and begins to crawl up the aisle. Slug looks at the blood and then tastes it. He comes to the realization of something. He grabs the ref and yells for him to taste the blood. The ref pushes Slug off of him in disgust and walks away. Slug looks to the crowd and asks some members to taste it. The crowd does not do it. Slug starts to scream. Slug: IT IS KETCHUP! IT IS KETCHUP!Blood is now at the curtain and stands up. He smiles at Slug and shrugs his shoulders, then raises his arms in victory. Slug screams and begins to chase after him. [glow=red,2,300]Open Contracts- Morpheus, Omega and Paladin Power venture to POW[/glow] Two men stood outside the gate at Sally's Snake Pit hesitating to walk in.Omega: I do not know about this my friend. Morpheus: We have no other choice Omega. You have two kids now and a family. You need the money. This is the only way. Omega: This Hood killed Ratlick on live holovision, who is to say he will not kill us. Morpheus: Look, it is about earning a reputation, building a following, and earning money. A couple of months and we can leave. Omega: Look at this place. The U.F.S.P has outlawed wrestling and if we get caught here, we go to jail.Morpheus: That is just it Omega. They will not come close to this. A bunch of hooligans beating each other up. They probably hope we kill each other. Blotto: Did you say Hooligans? Look, you are either coming in, or staying out. Only a few spots left. Just the two more guys spring through the line. Blotto: Whoah, where do you two think you are going. Solar Flare: To wrestle. We do not stand around and think about things.. we seize the oportunity. Blooto: Hood will like you...Go on in. Last chance you two...in or out. Omega: (he looks at Blotto, then looks at the P.O.W. flag, then back at Morpheus). P.O.W. it is my friend.[glow=red,2,300]Hood meets Morpheus and Omega [/glow] Hood is sitting in the make shift locker room getting ready for his match when Morpheus and Omega walk in. Hood: So, Blotto says ye two want a job heh? Morpheus: That is correct. We are looking to fight anyone, we wil even team up together. Hood: Well, it seems the card has been filled with only two wrestlers left. Me and Keller. We only run 2 to 3 matches a night. Can't hang around to long. Looks like the two of ya will have to face each other matees. Omega: Not a chance! Hood: Ye do not compete tonight, then ye can go home me lad. That is the way it is. Come on boyos, never had a dispute before? Morpheus: We will do it. Omega: Morpheus! Morpheus: Lets get ready my friend. Hood: Can not wait.[glow=red,2,300]Morpheus vs. Omega[/glow]Omega defeated Morpheus with a TOMAHAWK THRUST at 11:48
The crowd went nuts for these two as the mtach went back and forth. Hardcore old wrestling fans recognized both men from their SGL days. They put on a show that was much different from the extreme rules matches POW fans come to love. Instead, the two put on an exciting traditional style wresting match. Hood stood behind the curtain and watched. Hood: Looks like me may have hit the jack pot. [glow=red,2,300]K.O. Keller vs. Jack Hood[/glow]The match was bloody at all ends as KO Keller threw everything but the kitchen sink at Hood to try an win. But the Globin doesn't feel pain and made it very difficult.
But in the end, KO Keller takes out his brass knuckles from within his trunks and nails Hood across the face then rolls him up for the pin.
Keller gets off of Hood, secretly ebullient that he has survived this encounter in one piece and earned himself a title shot. Jack stands up, unphased, and walks over to Keller. Hood offers his hand to Keller! The crowd boos heartily, as Keller cautiously looks Hood over. Hood: Shake me hand, boyo! Yah beat me fair and square, and ye took what I gave ya. Ye've proved yerself to me. Granted, I would still like to tear ye into ribbons, but you, boyo have me respect. Now, shake me hand! Keller glances insecurely at Hood and then extends his hand, shaking the scarred, torn fingers of Jack Hood! The crowd is displeased as Keller begins to grin and look about the arena. That stops quickly as Crow comes from no where sliding under the bottom rope and plants the toe of his boot right into Keller's groin with thunderous impact! Keller is screaming in pain, as Hood laughs and his metallic teeth shine off of the standing lights on the poles. Crow and Hood stand over the fallen Keller. Hood: (bending down to Keller) Do not make another mistake like that, and me am sure ye will be goin places in me P.O.W. Good luck with the title match ye just earned yerself. Cause Crow is the number one bad a$$ in POW! |
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Post by LWPD on Jun 22, 2011 17:56:38 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Open Contracts- Morpheus, Omega and Paladin Power venture to POW[/glow] Two men stood outside the gate at Sally's Snake Pit hesitating to walk in.Omega: I do not know about this my friend. Morpheus: We have no other choice Omega. You have two kids now and a family. You need the money. This is the only way. Omega: This Hood killed Ratlick on live holovision, who is to say he will not kill us. Morpheus: Look, it is about earning a reputation, building a following, and earning money. A couple of months and we can leave. Omega: Look at this place. The U.F.S.P has outlawed wrestling and if we get caught here, we go to jail.Morpheus: That is just it Omega. They will not come close to this. A bunch of hooligans beating each other up. They probably hope we kill each other. Blotto: Did you say Hooligans? Look, you are either coming in, or staying out. Only a few spots left. Just the two more guys spring through the line. Blotto: Whoah, where do you two think you are going. Solar Flare: To wrestle. We do not stand around and think about things.. we seize the oportunity. Blooto: Hood will like you...Go on in. Last chance you two...in or out. Omega: (he looks at Blotto, then looks at the P.O.W. flag, then back at Morpheus). P.O.W. it is my friend.[glow=red,2,300]Hood meets Morpheus and Omega [/glow] Hood is sitting in the make shift locker room getting ready for his match when Morpheus and Omega walk in. Hood: So, Blotto says ye two want a job heh? Morpheus: That is correct. We are looking to fight anyone, we wil even team up together. Hood: Well, it seems the card has been filled with only two wrestlers left. Me and Keller. We only run 2 to 3 matches a night. Can't hang around to long. Looks like the two of ya will have to face each other matees. Omega: Not a chance! Hood: Ye do not compete tonight, then ye can go home me lad. That is the way it is. Come on boyos, never had a dispute before? Morpheus: We will do it. Omega: Morpheus! Morpheus: Lets get ready my friend. Hood: Can not wait.[glow=red,2,300]Morpheus vs. Omega[/glow]Omega defeated Morpheus with a TOMAHAWK THRUST at 11:48
The crowd went nuts for these two as the mtach went back and forth. Hardcore old wrestling fans recognized both men from their SGL days. They put on a show that was much different from the extreme rules matches POW fans come to love. Instead, the two put on an exciting traditional style wresting match. Hood stood behind the curtain and watched. Hood: Looks like me may have hit the jack pot. Some rough and tumble action at Sandy’s Snake Pit. Who would have ever imagined two legends like Omega and Morpheus forced to wrestle at the point of dismal. Uncharted territory marks the development of POW as it slowly (and illegally) emerges from the shadows! |
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Post by gwfman17 on Aug 8, 2011 12:17:17 GMT -5
Just wanted to drop a note to you loyal fans of my fed. Unfortunately, I had to take some time off from playing. I have traded in the dice for a game controller. I know...I know, but it captivated me. I have been hooked on PS3 and Smackdown vs. Raw 2011. I have created all the GWF stars on the game and now watch and play the action live. It would be great if Tom looked into a video game version for Champions of the Galaxy. I think it would be a hit with fans. Anyways, as soon as I figure how to do it, I will upload the action on Youtube so you all can see. I will be back soon enough however. Ready to continue 2073.
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Post by LWPD on Aug 8, 2011 17:58:54 GMT -5
I will be back soon enough however. Ready to continue 2073.  |
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Post by gwfman17 on Jan 1, 2012 20:41:50 GMT -5
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Post by LWPD on Jan 2, 2012 9:23:26 GMT -5
It's great to see the impending return of Galaxy Wrestling Alliance- P.O.W. Always a big fan!
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Post by gwfman17 on Jan 22, 2012 13:49:00 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]POW Card #2
02.15.2073 from Pleiades Air Base[/glow] Pleiades Air Base
The extensive ruins of this former military base once housed the feared Fulcrum fighter jet, along with a quota of Floggers. The long runway at Pleiades Airbase is now used for POW wrestling shows. But despite its newfound usage, much of the vast site stands abandoned with most of its original buildings still extant in various states of disrepair. The vast, foreboding expanses of Pleiades are fertile territory for airfields deserted after the collapse of the Pleiades military forces, in some cases littered with the rusting hulks of a once feared war machine. These relics of the Galactic Wars are an eerie sight on the landscape. Some have been dismantled, others scrapped. But in many cases, their intact yet lifeless metal shells simply corrode in a corner of Pleiades so inhospitable that their longevity is all but guaranteed. The creatures of the night known as the POW Universe of fans begin to pile in and surround the ring that is placed in the center of the runway. The POW roster takes up shop in the abandoned control center to prepare for tonight's card. [glow=red,2,300]Hood's Idea[/glow] Hood in a backroom of the control center and calls in Ricken Prince to discuss his plans for him in POW. Hood: Good to see ye ol chap. Time ta talk a little bout what yer place will be in me POW. Me and ye talked months back about ye coming in and helping me take over. Ye and Screw were the first pieces of the puzzle ta launch POW of the ground. Ye done well so far boyo, but now it is time for ye to guide a young buck who needs ta learn the ways of POW. Me decided ta team ye up with a new comer who will bring more diversity to me POW. Just then the door opens and in walks a chiseled man with large flat top like hair. Hood: Ricken, meet ye new protégé, Static. He is a former champion in the ACWA and he was their top draw. Me stole him away and I reckon the two of ye will make a great team., Aye? Prince: He looks the part, but can he play the part. Courtesy of Lost and Found: A man by the name of Rian entered the wrestling world as a referee. He became one of the head referees after a period of time. Rian was always a fitness guru and conscious of a healthy lifestyle. A company named Genetic Industries, a leader in health care and medical technologies where Dr. Theremin was the head doctor. Rian was fascinated with Gen. Ind. and their products and learned as much as he could about the company.
Gen. Ind. was contacted by Rian in a response to an ad to make some extra cash. The company had developed an experimental health supplement and were looking to test it on volunteers. Rian jumped at the opportunity to participate in those tests.
After months of trying this new "health supplement", Rian discovered that he had grown two inches taller and seen an increase in muscle mass. Rian felt stronger, faster and better than he had in his entire life.
Enter the U.F.S.P. They had concerns about Gen. Ind. and their experiments and threatened to shut down the entire operation. Gen. Ind. and Dr. Theremin feared the worse, went into hiding and is rumored to be working out of an underground lab. Rian was also scared by the news and vanished into the underground competing in the ACWA underground federation. Hood: Static was a champion in ACWA, but is definitely a rookie Aye. He will need ta improve before he hits the big time in the POW. Fer now, ye train him and help to get him over. Static: I know you both want a picture of me. I mean look at this body. I am chiseled from head to toe. A lot of work went into this. I could be the King of Hardcore. (Turning and looking to his left with no one there). I know, I just told them that dummy. Prince: Who are you talking to? Whatever, you cannot be serious. I am a Prince, royalty, and professional wrestler. I earned that title. This is no joke. You are at servant value as of now, not even worthy of a title like King. Hood: I gather ye will make it work Sir Ricken, or yer services are no longer needed. Prince: I will make it work. Come on you, we need to talk. Static: (Turning again and looking to his left) He said come on! Prince: Oh, mercy me![glow=red,2,300]Omega and Morpheus[/glow] Omega: We brought the house down last month huh? Morpheus: Sure did. Omega: It felt great to be in the ring again. Twenty minutes of action. That crowd was nuts. Morpheus: Sure was. Omega: To be in there with you my friend was a true honor. You were right I will give you that. Morpheus: Glad you are happy. Omega: What's the matter my friend? Morpheus: You win, you get paid. That is a tough pill to swallow. You earned it, I'll give you that. But my bills aren't getting paid. Did you see the lineup for tonight? Hood has us pitted against each other again. Omega: Look, we can split the money here on out. You are my friend and we take care of each other. As far as the lineup goes, that can't be. Let me look at this. We need to speak to him. We are a team. We... Morpheus: Go to him? The man that paid you last month and complain? Family first Omega remember that. I don't need any hand outs. We need to do what we have to do. We fight. Omega: Morph. We can't keep doing this. We need to branch off, start a new feud with the members that are already here. Morpheus: Apparently, he wants us to be the feud. You saw the crowd. They enjoyed the match, but they wanted more. That is the business. You think fans first which in turn generates revenue. Hood is not some gangster throwing shows together. He is a savvy business man. It is all about money, not the thrill of doing something illegal. This may be the start of something we don't want. Hood is standing outside the room listening. Hood: So smart this Morph lad is heh? Got to keep me eye on this one. Old boy understands the way a business is run. So right him is to what me thinkin. Diablo Kill Squad vs. House of Blood
Slipknot defeated Torerro at 3:55
Match Notes: The Diablo Kill Squad shocked everyone and made a surprising appearance at the underground POW show. They were a top draw at ALPHA CENTAURI WRESTLING ALLIANCE (ACWA). The ACWA is the other underground promotion where wrestlers ventured after the closing of the SGL. The federation already had good young talent especially a tag team known as Dorado Sundown who the Kill Squad feuded with.
The Diablos will bring more substance to an already popular tag team loaded promotion. [glow=red,2,300]Ketchup Please [/glow] Blotto and Slug are discussing things in the make shift locker room in the control center. Slug: KETCHUP! KETCHUP! That is how he wins! And he is proud of the that. And he calls himself Blood! Huh....BLOOD MY A.. Just then, Blood walks into the control center. Blood: (Laughing) You cannot be serious. Blotto: What does that mean? Blood: (Still laughing) You two are still crying about this. Slug: Do you know who I am boy? Do you know where we come from? Bottom line. You took the purse home last time and I left with nothing! And you use ketchup? It is no joke! Blood: Better watch your tongue around these parts. I was having a little fun last time. But if you keep talking to me like that, things may get ugly real quick! Slug: Really? Really? Blood walks over to Slug and gets right into his face. Blood: Really! Blotto: It just so happens that Slug will be the new POW Champion in due time. We are Hood's henchmen. We are being groomed as the second coming. An underground has been like you will be just a distant memory to the true hardcore fans of POW. Blood looks very angry, but then takes a deep breath in and smiles. Blood: I guess I was wrong about you two. You are not afraid I will give you that. Pardon me if you will as I have underestimated the both of you. If you will excuse me. Blood walks away. Slug: Respect already. This may work out for the two of us. (Looking around)Hey, have you seen my bag. Blotto: It was.....(Looking around) Oh, there it is over by the door. Slug walks over and opens the bag and then goes berserk. Slug: Is this blood all over the inside of my bag? Blotto reaches in then smells his finger. He then taste it and looks at Slug. Blotto: It's Ketchup! Slug begins to scream and runs off. Slug: BLOOD![glow=red,2,300]Hoodlums Call Out Blood [/glow] The Hoodlums make their way to the ring. Slug took the microphone and demanded that Blood come to the ring. The crowd begins to chant KETCHUP! KETCHUP! Slug tells the crowd to shut up as Blood appears to a roar from the crowd. Blood makes his way to the ring.Slug: Blood, you come to the ring with your cigar, and you try to be a tough guy. POW is about pain and giving these fans action not your childish and cowardly pranks. Ketchup in the place of blood to send a message? I get it okay. Enough is enough! You need to apologize right now for what you have done to me.Blood takes on a look of extreme guilt, and begins to pout. He throws his cigar down on the ring and steps on it to put it out. He looks at the ground, and then up at Slug.Blood: (Looking around at the crowd and then back to the Hoodlums) OK. You are right. These great creatures of the night deserve the very best. I am sorry for what I did last show with the whole ketchup thing. It was misleading and childish. (Looking back at Slug) No hard feelings? (Blood extends his hand out to Slug) Put er there!Blood extends his hand and Slug begins to reach for it, but stops thinking it is a set up. Cautiously he does shake his hand.Slug: Well, I am glad you finally learned your........OW!While Slug let his guard down, Blood stomped on his foot! Slug began jumping around like a loon, holding onto his foot, and Blood proceeded to poke him in the eyes! As Blood laughed maniacally, Blotto runs over and Blood throws him out of the ring. Blood turns to the ref and signals for the bell. The bout got underway!Blood vs. Slug
Blood defeated Slug with a leg drop clothesline at 2:34
Match Notes: After the pin, Blood grabs a bottle of Ketchup and walks over to his fallen opponent. Blotto runs in and lays on top of Slug to protect him. Blood shrugs his shoulders Blood: Looks like a double cheeseburger, Say Ketchup Please! Blood then sprays the ketchup all over the two of them. He runs out of the ring, as the fans go nuts chanting KETCHUP! KETCHUP! Blood grabs another cigar, lights it, then walks to the back laughing as the crowd throws trash into the ring at the Hoodlums. The two men try to get up, but keep slipping and falling back down as the crowd laughs. [glow=red,2,300]Gryphon Wants Out! [/glow][/size][/color][/b] Hood is sitting at his desk with a large flask of liquor in one hand, a gigantic cigar in the other, and his tattered top hat sitting to one side of his head. Hood takes a large swig of his alcohol, and then looks at the flask and smiles his metallic grin. Just then, he hears an odd sound coming from the other side of his office door. Suddenly, Gryphon Sampson barges in. Hood can hardly believe his eyes. Gryphon has a light saber in his hand. Gryphon: Come on Hood! Lets Play! Hood looks suspiciously at his flask of liquor, and then he remembers he is not that drunk. Hood: Well, yer a crazy little ting arent ya? What ye thinkin Sampson? Gryphon: (taking an attack stance) Lets play Hood! Hood: No no, little one. You dont want to play with me, boyo. Gryphon: I want to play! Lets play! Hood: (growing impatient) I respect your willingness ta fight, but yer not fightin me! Ya hear? Now put that thing away. Gryphon: (screaming) Lets play! Hood: (sitting forward in his chair now) Listen, ya... Ye signed me contract last month when ye fought Screw. Ye should have read the fine print me boyo. Yer mine now for a year. But I will tell ye what. Ye put that toy away and ye leave me be right now, and I promise, I will let you play with anyone ya want tonight besides me. Deal? Gryphon: I want out of P.O.W. Hood: Oh, of course ye do mate. But you are stuck now. Property of the one and only Captain Jack. Gryphon: If I beat this person, can I have out? Jack laughs and just sits in place for awhile, but after a few moments, he sits back and takes another big swig of his drink. Hood: Leave me be boyo. No deal. Gryphon: Then things are about to get real serious around here!Frustrated, Sampson walks out of the office.Hood: (To himself) Ye aint kiddin fella! Ye aint kiddin.[glow=red,2,300]Morpheus vs. Omega
Omega defeated Morpheus with a TOMAHAWK THRUST at 8:17
Match Notes: [/glow] What a match of back and forth. The crowd was going nuts for this rematch. After the match, Omega goes crazy in the ring as Morpheus looks on. Omega jumps up to the second turnbuckle in celebration then jumps off and looks at Morpheus. The two stare at each other as the crowd chants, POW, POW, POW. Omega walks over to Morpheus and extends his hand. Morpheus looks up at him and grabs his hand. Omega lifts Morpheus up and they shake hands. The crowd suddenly turns on them and begins to boo them. The crowd then throws trash at them in the ring. Just then, Hood and Screw come to the ring. Hood begins to yell at them. The two wrestlers are confused. Hood is irate! Hood then calls fro Screw to destroy the two men. Screw takes them both out and the crowd begins to cheer again. The crowd chants SCREW YOU! SCREW YOU! The ring is absolute carnage as Screw destroys the two friends. Hood: Not in me ring! ye don’t shake hands in me ring! Screw and Hood leave the ring as Morpheus and Omega lay lifeless in the ring. [glow=red,2,300]Keller Wants Crow or Hood [/glow] After the carnage left in the ring, Hood and Screw are back in the office. Hood sits in his chair and takes a drink from his flask. As he looks up at the door, Keller is staring at him from the doorway with his arms folded. Screw makes his way over to him. Hood: Easy big fella, me got this. Good job tonight. Off ye go now. Screw walks out and Keller makes his way over to Hood. Hood: Better watch yerself there KO. Me have a bit of a trigger finger boyo. (Hood takes out a laser gun) Never know how me will react. Keller: Are you finished? Here is the deal. I proved to you last card that I am a force to be reckoned with by beating you one on one. Then, you have Crow put a steel tip of his boot into my groin. Well, I am ready tonight. What do you say we give the crowd what they want? Keller and Crow for the title, but lets make it a first blood match. Hood: Well lookey here boyo. Ye got some nerve tinkin you can beat Crow for the title let alone making him bleed. This here title stays right where it belongs. Around the waist of Crow boyo. Keller: That title means more to you than money? That is what you are telling me Hood? Hood: Aye, ye see..this title represents Crow being the best and the face of this federation. That was the plan all along. Keller: But what about you? Why are you not competing and being the true face of the company? Why let a degenerate like him run things. If you are not in the mix for the title, then the meaning of the belt is nothing. Don’t you want to be the face...not behind the scenes. Hood leans further back in his chair thinking about the possibility. Hood: Ye trying to get in me head boyo. Backdoor Crow ye say? Hmmm. Maybe ye be right boyo. So be it. Tonight ye have a match. It will be a classic. Ye need to take out Crow and we will see. But just know that me will not be easy on ya mate if ye lose. Keller: I am not worried one bit. Tell Crow to shiner up nice for me. Crow vs. K.O. Keller
for the P.O.W. Heavyweight Championship
Crow defeated K.O. Keller with a DEATHSAULT at 19:55
Match Notes: Keller was in control of this match much of the way. In the end, Crow left the ring to try and regroup! Keller goes after him and there's a big brawl on the outside of the ring! K.O. Keller grabs a chair and nails Crow in the head. Crow goes down and holds his head. The ref comes out to try and check Crows head, but Crow will not let him. K.O. Keller throws the chair down and slowly reaches down to Crow. Screw runs down to the ring and clotheslines Keller. Screw picks Keller up and rolls him into the ring. Hood appears and gingerly strolls to the ring with cane in hand. Screw picks Keller up and holds him up. Hood walks through the ropes and walks up to Keller. Hood: Me thought about ye offer long and hard. But me have second thoughts. This is me POW boyo! And things will go my way. Hood picks up his cane and drills Keller at the top of his head busting him wide open. The ref calls for the bell and Crow is declared the winner. Crow stands up and runs over to the announce table and grabs the belt. Everyone now sees he is bleeding at the top of his head. Screw, Hood, and Crow walk to the back as Keller lays in the ring bloodied. The show ends. Crow retains the P.O.W. Heavyweight Championship |
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