RWF: The beginning of the end... [Part 1]

[RF Godfather]

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Overall RP Record: 397-8-7World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles: 89RFW Current Record: 0-0-0RFW Titles Held: Not AvailableRFW Titles Current: Not Available
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[Scene 1: Broadcasting live at a local RFW house show before a sold out crowd resonating from The Nassau Coliseum in Long Island, New York, where the crowd are jacked for some good ole fashioned rasslin. The show begins without a hitch with the normal fireworks, pyro, theatrics and the like. The boom cam then pans throughout the sea of fans and signs which includes some noteworthy: "I AM A RF MARK, MARK!" "Don't mess with the OIC!" a row of fans with Christian like glasses and brandishing guitars holding a giant elongated sign that reads: "NOID FAN CLUB" CODA = RATINGS; LARGE and in CHARGE!; various W.O.W. signs, I want to be a RF REEF REGULAR!, CALL ME, SILK!; POOTER = MY BABYSITTER; MEOW!, IRIS LOVES YOU! a scrawny looking child of six or seven wih a poster reading "BYRD STOLE MY BODY" a tipsy lookin gentleman with a Sam Adams in one hand and a sign in another "THE ALKINATOR is my HERO" SANDIEGO = BATHROOM BREAK! (just playing Charlie, my good man), BOY HOWDY, OPIE(um) and ANT(hrax) 3:16; NORTON WHAT? and a man in a business suit raising his sign high in the air, "Pochiello is GO(O)D!" The boom cam is switched to a ringside cam and nears the announcer's table where Jim Ross, wearing his trademark black cowboy hat and black outfit is seated next to Paul Heyman donning an official RFW baseball cap with ponytail hanging out and cell dangling from around his neck, are waiting to start the really big show.]

Jim Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another installment of the RFW LIVE! from the Nassau Coliseum in Long Island, New York. We have a tremendous card in store for the folks at home as... *hears something on his earpiece* This could be interesting, can we get a cameraman to the parking lot backstage, asap! Something is going down... this is exciting, ain't it King... I mean Paul!

Paul Heyman: *points at JR sternly* Well, Oklahoma! *sly grin* I am not a fat piece of shi... caught myself again, crap who pretends to be a King, my name is Paul, JR!?!

Jim Ross: OK, Paul... would you just grow up? Suck it up and deal! *Heyman pouts in the corner* Oookkayy... we got a camera, let's check it out...

[On the FezTron, we can see the parking lot area. From the corner of the screen, a black stretch limosine with a license plate that reads "RFM 1" pulls up and then comes to a complete stop. The chauffeur, identified as Smooth, The Limo Driver exits his door and fixes his suit, tie and hair. He looks at the camera for a split second.]

Smooth: Now that's Smooth!

[He decides to walk to one of the many side doors and out comes... The FezTron screen is covered by dollar signs falling and a chronometer with the big hand on the one and the small hand on the ten as the seconds hand spins. A caption at the bottom in red and blue lettering reads: THE TIME FOR THE TRUTH... IS TONIGHT! The transmission is cut. Feed ends.]

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[RF Godfather]

Paul Heyman: With this much, buildup, it better be good!

[The clock on the screen with the dollar signs begins to shake violently and a Dudley Boy-esque firework hits the FezTron and white smoke bathes the entranceway. "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed plays over the PA system. The fans hold their collective breaths in anticipation of what could be. They begin to chant along with closed fists in the air. From the thick fog appears a purple haze that falls over the arena as a wall of pyro envelops the rampway. A movie screen that reads THE PROTOTYPE covers the rampway and a person's silhouette is the only thing that can be made out. All of a sudden the individual kicks the screen as pyro pops and he is now visible to the crowd. "The Prototype" RonFez Mark McMahon in full wrestling gear runs down the aisle towards the ring to the largest pop of the night.

<Marquee> Get up....down with the sickness... you might as well give up.... down with the sickness... </marquee>

[Lynn smiles as Jake "The Snake" looks on confused. Lynn automatically leaves the ring and retrieves a chair from under the ring.]

Jim Ross: Oh my God, Paul! It's "The Prototype" RonFez Mark McMahon! He's back! *Lynn nails a distracted Jake in the back of the head but the ref is still out. RF Mark gets on the apron, flips over and goes to each turnbuckle and recites his name pointing toward himself as the 25,000+ in attendance fire back in unison* No one in this business gets a pop out of the crowd like RFM can! You can take that to the bank!

Paul Heyman: RonFez Mark McMahon, "son" of the former most powerful man in wrestling Vince McMahon, next to our boss obviously, the brightest star in the history of RF.Net, recently inducted into the Secret Society known as The RF Reef Regulars, independent legend from boards worldwide! RFW Owner, "Legitmate Businessman" Anthony Pochiello must have worked out the paper worked and signed him. Vince's former right hand man, Bobby "The Blaze" Washington might have had something to do with this but we cannot confirm nor deny these rumors. What can you say but... he can go like no other in the business... ever! This apparent alliance of Lynn and RFM is intriguing! It seems like they are working on the same page!

[RFM puts the chair on the floor and holds it in place. Lynn looks at RFM and then delivers his infamous Cradle Piledriver onto the chair. Lynn glares at RFM once again and extends his hand as Jerry! Jerry! and R F M! R F M! chants erupt. RFM acknowledges the crowd and is about to clasp hands but the arena once again goes black.]

Jim Ross: Do New Yorkers ever pay their bills? What is this now?

[RFM and Lynn looks around the arena as "Slave For You" by Britney Spears plays over the sound system. A deep red fog rolls in and Angle's pyro entrance illuminates the rampway. As everyone stares out at the entranceway, some pretty masked blonde wearing a black halter top with cat ears, leather skirt and boots makes her way down to the action.]

<Marquee> SHOW YOUR T*TS! SHOW YOUR KITTENS! SHOW YOUR T*TS! </marquee>

Jim Ross What the...?

Paul Heyman: Whoever it is... what a looker.

[The unidentified blonde walks to the nearest steel stairs, looks and smiles. She stands there and continues to view this alliance.]

Jim Ross: What is this masked girl doing on the stairs? What's going to happen?

[Jake "The Snake" Roberts gets up and starts to attack Lynn. RFM and Lynn double team Jake. RonFez Mark picks up the chair and opens it up , grabs Jake and unleashes the Protobreaker through the chair! Lynn lays the chair in the center of the ring and Mark takes Jake and delivers a devastating DDT onto the chair! Then, RFM jumps in a corner and drops a Lionsault onto The Snake. The masked woman now enters the ring and holds both, RFM and Lynn's arms in the air as a sign of unity. All of a sudden, she releases the hold as Lynn turns around to continue to work on a bloodied Snake she lowblows Lynn to the stunned crowd.]

<Marquee>HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY

[RF Godfather]

I just realized I wrote RWF on the topic of the thread. It's obviously RFW: RonFez Wrestling.

My mistake, PanterA.

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