Post by lwffantrav on Jun 9, 2008 15:03:39 GMT -5
Frustrated with his lack of wins in Legends, Savage T decides drastic measures are in order. Read on fellow promoter and read why the infamous Savage T became....CYBORG T!!!
My scanner isn't the greatest at home. I'll run it thru photoshop tonight to clean it up, brighten/darken the contrast, etc. If anyone would like to add it to their aCe fed (every fed needs a lovable jobber), I'll send some up to Galacticon. Enjoy
As one lone spotlight, hot and bright, shone down upon him, the rather small, but game wrestler knew he had his much larger opponent on the ropes. After all, how often do you see a wrestler’s (this time the much larger opponent) boot become untied, have him trip over it, smash his head on the chair he brought into the ring to smash the smaller opponent and knock himself senseless.
The pasty kid quickly thought, “This dude was announced in at weighing 257 pounds, but I know I can get him.” So the T-Shirt wearing curtain jerker quickly hooked the arms of the opponent as the crowed roared in laughter showing their “support” for this kid from Spartanburg that this could be his time.
“No way you’re getting him up,” yelled one “supporter”.
“Dude, he’s wayyyyyy too heavy for you man,” another shouted.
Determined, the wrestler managed to get him up and a look of relief and satisfaction quickly lit across his face. “I’m going to do it! I’m going to give it to this guy! For the first time in my wrestling life, someone larger than 240 pounds is going to feel the sick thud of their neck crashing down to the blood soaked mat! This guy is getting the VERTIBREAKER!”
Ohhh, he did get the larger opponent up, but the smaller one quickly started to wobble back in forth, no doubt from the weight of his bigger rival. He stumbled back towards one side of the ring, stumbled forward towards the other side and stumbled back once again. “Crap, I’m in trouble,” he thought, “Heck, with the loser’s purse; I can’t even afford the gas money back to Spartanburg! I gotta win!!!”
But things took a turn for the worse as he rapidly started heading toward the opposite turnbuckle. With the weight of his opponent on his back, he rammed headfirst into the turnbuckle knocking him even more senseless than his opponent earlier.
By this time, his opponent was recovered enough and instinctively draped his arm around the emaciated opponent. Three seconds later, the ref raised the hand of the much larger foe. Shaking the cobwebs out, the slight opponent rolled from the ring and stumbled back to the dressing room. Dejected, he sat down on the nearest bench putting an ice pack to the large bump that was quickly rising from his forehead.
“I really thought I had him. I mean, I picked him up, had him in the ready position, but then, well I don’t know what happened,” he stated despondently.
“Hey, don’t worry about it man,” shouted out one of his contemporaries reading some kind of newsletter as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up next to the wrestler most fans in Carolina Championship Wrestling affectionately call Savage T.
“So whatcha reading?” inquired T.
“Ohhh, something about that GWF shoot off fed aCe or something,” he responded, “they have the UFSP helping them, have the portals open for a while. I heard a few guys in this dimension may try to hook up there, but I don’t know. Sounds kinda risky ya know? But there is one neat thing I’d like to see though. They have some kinda technological marvel run by something called Syndicate Technologies. Some planet in that dimension got taken over by some living mechanical organism or something like that. Pretty cool ain’t it?”
“Let me see that!” T snatched the paper and looked it over. “Hmmm, if I can get some kind of technological advance, well that could be what I need, that extra edge. Heaven knows those dang steroids never worked!”
“Yeah bro, but you have to work out for the steroids to work! You just don’t take ‘em! Ha!” said the wrestler next to him, toppling over in his chair in laughter.
“Just wait butt munch, you’ll see! I’m going there and am going to let them use their technology on me! And wait, I’ll be the ultimate fighting machine!”
“Yeah bro, give me a call if that works out, ‘k! Har har!”
Hitching a ride home as quickly as possible, T frantically looked in the cushions of his couch until he found enough change to get him a ticket to this new dimension he’s only heard about. “The future is now and that future is me. They used to laugh at the name of Savage T! But no more, as every wrestler will now shake in the boots with fear when they hear the name…CYBORG T!”
A week later, a yellow space cruiser pulls up to this technological marvel called Syndicate Technologies, something Savage T only remembers from the old Star Wars movies. He thought to himself, “Dude, this is freaking awesome! I bet they can’t wait to see me!”
He pushed a button that he obviously thought must be a door bell. A figure quickly appeared asking, “Can I help you sir?”
“Yeah, I’m here to get fitted with some of that technology stuff. You know, to make me unstoppable!!”
“Uhmmmm, okay. Please stay here sir.” The figure quickly vanished and appeared in what appeared to be some kind of board room. A group of around ten men, with a giant sign saying SYNDICATE TECHNOLOGIES hung behind what looked to be the CEO of this implausible work of art.
“Sir,” said the figure, “there is someone here claiming he wants to be fitted with technology.”
“Haha,” laughed the important man, “SimBot, did you tell him it doesn’t work that way?”
“Well no sir.”
“That’s OK SimBot. Hey, maybe we can get a laugh out of this gentleman. What do you say men?”
The others voiced their approval and SimBot was dispatched to bring this wanderer up.
As Savage T tried pressing on some buttons, mostly out of boredom, SimBot once again appeared. T nervously put his hands behind his back as SimBot told him, “They’ll see you sir. Please hold my hand. This can be a little weird for humans.”
T cautiously took SimBot’s hand and then appeared in the board room with the ten men looking at him.
“So, you want to be fitted with some of our great technology?” asked the important one.
“Yes I do,” replied T, “maybe you could help me out and I could join the aCe helping to fight the evils this dimension has to offer.”
“Fine choice my young man. We could use more good men! SimBot, take him to the technology fitting room.”
“Yes sir,” responded SimBot. But knowing there was no “technology fitting room”, SimBot, through his advance technology, was able to communicate telepathically. “Sir, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Ohhh, take him to some obscure room, knock him up and go to the Syndicate kitchen area. Maybe find some utensils, stick them on him, tell him this is state of the art! I have a feeling he’ll fall for it!”
“Yes sir, as you command.”
What felt like days later, Savage T shook his head and thought to himself, “What the hell, where am I!?”
SimBot quickly materialized before him, “Good afternoon sir. Glad to see you made it through.”
“Made it through?”
“Yes sir, the technology fitting was a success! You are now Syndicate Technologies newest and most advanced Cyborg. What was it you wanted to call yourself? Cyborg T correct?”
“That’s it baby!” T looked down at his new technological advancements, “How freaking cool! I can undercut a guy with this! Look at it, it’s dangerous!”
While not being able to show emotion, SimBot felt like he was laughing inside thinking “It’s a spatula! The most damage you can do is flip an egg sir.”
But the most SimBot could say was, “Sir, you will be unstoppable in the ring,”
“You know it SimBot. Now this dimension, and the aCe, will feel the power of CYBORG T!!!”
My scanner isn't the greatest at home. I'll run it thru photoshop tonight to clean it up, brighten/darken the contrast, etc. If anyone would like to add it to their aCe fed (every fed needs a lovable jobber), I'll send some up to Galacticon. Enjoy
As one lone spotlight, hot and bright, shone down upon him, the rather small, but game wrestler knew he had his much larger opponent on the ropes. After all, how often do you see a wrestler’s (this time the much larger opponent) boot become untied, have him trip over it, smash his head on the chair he brought into the ring to smash the smaller opponent and knock himself senseless.
The pasty kid quickly thought, “This dude was announced in at weighing 257 pounds, but I know I can get him.” So the T-Shirt wearing curtain jerker quickly hooked the arms of the opponent as the crowed roared in laughter showing their “support” for this kid from Spartanburg that this could be his time.
“No way you’re getting him up,” yelled one “supporter”.
“Dude, he’s wayyyyyy too heavy for you man,” another shouted.
Determined, the wrestler managed to get him up and a look of relief and satisfaction quickly lit across his face. “I’m going to do it! I’m going to give it to this guy! For the first time in my wrestling life, someone larger than 240 pounds is going to feel the sick thud of their neck crashing down to the blood soaked mat! This guy is getting the VERTIBREAKER!”
Ohhh, he did get the larger opponent up, but the smaller one quickly started to wobble back in forth, no doubt from the weight of his bigger rival. He stumbled back towards one side of the ring, stumbled forward towards the other side and stumbled back once again. “Crap, I’m in trouble,” he thought, “Heck, with the loser’s purse; I can’t even afford the gas money back to Spartanburg! I gotta win!!!”
But things took a turn for the worse as he rapidly started heading toward the opposite turnbuckle. With the weight of his opponent on his back, he rammed headfirst into the turnbuckle knocking him even more senseless than his opponent earlier.
By this time, his opponent was recovered enough and instinctively draped his arm around the emaciated opponent. Three seconds later, the ref raised the hand of the much larger foe. Shaking the cobwebs out, the slight opponent rolled from the ring and stumbled back to the dressing room. Dejected, he sat down on the nearest bench putting an ice pack to the large bump that was quickly rising from his forehead.
“I really thought I had him. I mean, I picked him up, had him in the ready position, but then, well I don’t know what happened,” he stated despondently.
“Hey, don’t worry about it man,” shouted out one of his contemporaries reading some kind of newsletter as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up next to the wrestler most fans in Carolina Championship Wrestling affectionately call Savage T.
“So whatcha reading?” inquired T.
“Ohhh, something about that GWF shoot off fed aCe or something,” he responded, “they have the UFSP helping them, have the portals open for a while. I heard a few guys in this dimension may try to hook up there, but I don’t know. Sounds kinda risky ya know? But there is one neat thing I’d like to see though. They have some kinda technological marvel run by something called Syndicate Technologies. Some planet in that dimension got taken over by some living mechanical organism or something like that. Pretty cool ain’t it?”
“Let me see that!” T snatched the paper and looked it over. “Hmmm, if I can get some kind of technological advance, well that could be what I need, that extra edge. Heaven knows those dang steroids never worked!”
“Yeah bro, but you have to work out for the steroids to work! You just don’t take ‘em! Ha!” said the wrestler next to him, toppling over in his chair in laughter.
“Just wait butt munch, you’ll see! I’m going there and am going to let them use their technology on me! And wait, I’ll be the ultimate fighting machine!”
“Yeah bro, give me a call if that works out, ‘k! Har har!”
Hitching a ride home as quickly as possible, T frantically looked in the cushions of his couch until he found enough change to get him a ticket to this new dimension he’s only heard about. “The future is now and that future is me. They used to laugh at the name of Savage T! But no more, as every wrestler will now shake in the boots with fear when they hear the name…CYBORG T!”
A week later, a yellow space cruiser pulls up to this technological marvel called Syndicate Technologies, something Savage T only remembers from the old Star Wars movies. He thought to himself, “Dude, this is freaking awesome! I bet they can’t wait to see me!”
He pushed a button that he obviously thought must be a door bell. A figure quickly appeared asking, “Can I help you sir?”
“Yeah, I’m here to get fitted with some of that technology stuff. You know, to make me unstoppable!!”
“Uhmmmm, okay. Please stay here sir.” The figure quickly vanished and appeared in what appeared to be some kind of board room. A group of around ten men, with a giant sign saying SYNDICATE TECHNOLOGIES hung behind what looked to be the CEO of this implausible work of art.
“Sir,” said the figure, “there is someone here claiming he wants to be fitted with technology.”
“Haha,” laughed the important man, “SimBot, did you tell him it doesn’t work that way?”
“Well no sir.”
“That’s OK SimBot. Hey, maybe we can get a laugh out of this gentleman. What do you say men?”
The others voiced their approval and SimBot was dispatched to bring this wanderer up.
As Savage T tried pressing on some buttons, mostly out of boredom, SimBot once again appeared. T nervously put his hands behind his back as SimBot told him, “They’ll see you sir. Please hold my hand. This can be a little weird for humans.”
T cautiously took SimBot’s hand and then appeared in the board room with the ten men looking at him.
“So, you want to be fitted with some of our great technology?” asked the important one.
“Yes I do,” replied T, “maybe you could help me out and I could join the aCe helping to fight the evils this dimension has to offer.”
“Fine choice my young man. We could use more good men! SimBot, take him to the technology fitting room.”
“Yes sir,” responded SimBot. But knowing there was no “technology fitting room”, SimBot, through his advance technology, was able to communicate telepathically. “Sir, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Ohhh, take him to some obscure room, knock him up and go to the Syndicate kitchen area. Maybe find some utensils, stick them on him, tell him this is state of the art! I have a feeling he’ll fall for it!”
“Yes sir, as you command.”
What felt like days later, Savage T shook his head and thought to himself, “What the hell, where am I!?”
SimBot quickly materialized before him, “Good afternoon sir. Glad to see you made it through.”
“Made it through?”
“Yes sir, the technology fitting was a success! You are now Syndicate Technologies newest and most advanced Cyborg. What was it you wanted to call yourself? Cyborg T correct?”
“That’s it baby!” T looked down at his new technological advancements, “How freaking cool! I can undercut a guy with this! Look at it, it’s dangerous!”
While not being able to show emotion, SimBot felt like he was laughing inside thinking “It’s a spatula! The most damage you can do is flip an egg sir.”
But the most SimBot could say was, “Sir, you will be unstoppable in the ring,”
“You know it SimBot. Now this dimension, and the aCe, will feel the power of CYBORG T!!!”
