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PanterA

11-25-2001, 12:00 PM

This is our first show. With the exception of the perry/oic/se7en match I was very entertained and surprise about how good everyone role plays. We all did a great job.

I will be only writing the Main Event. All other winners know they won. The winner will be responsible for writing the matches. All matches are to be posted in this thread. If they are not up by 11pm I will just announce the winner. once the main event is posted there is to be no more roleplaying/posting in the thread. All end results are final. So winners, get your matches up.

thanks for playing. This week will be the tournament for the belts. So stick around.

This message was edited by PanterA on 11-25-01 @ 4:07 PM

Silly Puddy

11-25-2001, 05:33 PM

The Alkinator vs. "The Smooth Operator", Max Silk.

Max Smooth makes his way down the ailse to the sounds of "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" by Rod Stewart. He and his valet, Sally Diamond look PISSED OFF. Max immediately grabs the microphone...

MS: What right do the "Big-wigs" of the RFW have putting MY match on first?! I'm MAX SILK. I'm the ULTIMATE SUPERSTAR. Women re-arrange their masterbation schedules to wait until I'm on TV. Do you idiots back there realize that NOBODY'S WATCHING RIGHT NOW? Nobody would fathom that MAX SILK would be in a lousy "PRELIMINARY MATCH". Well, Alkinator, I'm gonna make YOU suffer for the stupidity of those idiots in the suits. Get your stinkin' ass out here so I can beat the HELL out of you.

The Alkinator makes his way to ringside, but before he can crack open a beer, Max Silk is on the attack. After about 20 minutes of terrific back-and-forth action, a bloody Alkinator is looking to put away Max, when Sally offers him a beer. Not about to pass up a free cold one, the Alkniator drinks it, but is completely disoriented because it turns out Sally gave him a Non-Alcoholic brand. The Smooth Operator takes advantage and delivers his finishing move, The Pin-Drop, and gets the 1-2-3 clean in the middle of the ring.

Your Winner......The Smooth Operator, Max Silk..

The crowd boos as Max flaunts for the fans. But he's not finished. He grabs another can of Non-Alcoholic beer and forces it down The Alkinator's throat. Now completely helpless from lack of alcohol, The Alkinator lies unconscious in the ring. Max Silk then takes the mike.

MS: Unless I get the RESPECT I deserve, you may have seen the last of the Sexiest, Wittiest, Greatest Wrestler ever in this stinkin' organization. Because I just proved to that lousy drunk, The Alkinator, what everyone in the back is afraid to accept....you can;t BE me, and you can't BEAT me. Come on, Sally, we're done here.

I think, therefore I am..............a moron.

Tazz1376

11-25-2001, 07:20 PM

JR: "That was great opening match we just saw. Excellent start to Sunday Bloody Sunday."

PH: "That's right, but I think its only going to get better. My new favorite S.S. Byrd is going to completely destroy Santiego Sandiego."

::Heyman is interrupted by "Sad But True". S.S. Byrd walks from beneath the RFW-tron and makes his way down the ramp::

JR: "Well, here he comes Paul. I hope he makes your fantasies come true."

PH: "What the hell are you insinuating?"

::Byrd steps in the ring to a chorus of boos::

Byrd: "Cut my music.::

::More loud boos::

Byrd: "Tonight, Blaze, it all ends. Do you really want to send your little bitch out here to face me? Well, he is about to be injured."

:: Needles by System Of a Down interrupts Byrd::

JR: "And here comes Sandiego. It appears that he has no fear of Byrd."

::The music continues, but Sandiego does not come out the entrance::

PH: "Maybe he did come to his senses."

::Sandiego jumps over the barrier next to the announce table and enters the ring. He charges Byrd full force with double forearms to the back of the head. Byrd flies between the ropes and crashes to the floor. Byrd makes his way to his feet, as Sandiego climbs to the top rope and hits a cross body onto Byrd on the floor. He picks Byrd up and whips him into the ring steps. He follows with a series of kicks to Byrd's head.::

JR: "Sandiego is kicking the living hell out of Byrd."

::Sandiego throws Byrd under the bottom rope and into the ring. He follows him in, picks him up, and whips him into the ropes, following with a clothesline. He then whips Byrd into the corner, and mounts the ropes, throwing repeated punches into Byrd's head.::

PH: "Come on Byrd!!!!!"

::Sandiego goes to the top behind Byrd who is wobbling in the corner. He places his knee against the back of Byrd's head and jumps off the rope, driving Byrd's face into the mat. He quickly goes for the cover, but Byrd (with a bloody nose) kicks out a 2. Sandiego whips him into the corner and charges after, but Byrd catches him with a clothesline that flips him over.::

JR: "Uh oh. Sandiego may want to get out of there."

::Byrd wipes the blood off his nose, and picks up Sandiego. He hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex, followed by a head and arm suplex. Byrd picks up Sandiego and whips him into the ropes, hitting a powerslam. A quick powerbomb follows. Byrd goes for a double handed choke, as the ref counts to four. Byrd releases and threatens the ref. He goes back to Sandiego, and lays a few kicks to his head.::

PH: "Byrd is kicking some major ass right now.::

::Byrd throws Sandiego over the top, and follows him out. He whips Sandiego into the ring post, busting his head open. He then throws Sandiego back into the ring::

::Commissioner Washington makes his way down the ramp.::

PH: "What does he want. Hasn't he had enough of Byrd?"

JR: "I think he wants a closer look at the action."

::Byrd sees Washington and yells some threats at him. He goes back to Sandiego, and picks him up for a belly to back suplex. He whips Sandiego into the corner, but the ref gets hit and is dazed (Not out, just woozy). Byrd yells at Washington.::

Byrd: "Washington, good timing. You are just in time to see his career end."

::Byrd drags Sandiego to the corner and hops onto the second rope. Meanwhile, Washington runs to the ring and goes under, coming out with a 2x4.::

JR: "The Commish is arming himself."

PH: "What the hell is he thinking."

::Byrd continues to set up Sandiego for a second rope tombstone. He gets him up, but Washington runs over and nails him in the back of the head with the 2x4. Byrd slumps to the canvas, unconscious. Washington shakes Sandiego to wake him up. Sandiego goes to the top and hits a huge leg drop. As the ref comes around, Sandiego goes for the pin.::

JR: "He's got him covered. The ref counts.1, 2, ,,,,,,,,,,,3. Sandiego with the huge upset."

PH: "Upset. The Blaze hit the man in the head with a 2x4. You call that a win. I call it a huge theft. There will be hell to pay."
::Sandiego and Washington quickly leave the ring. Byrd

PanterA

11-25-2001, 09:32 PM

Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentleman now for your main event!"

::Crowd cheers::

RA: "The referee for tonight's main event is none other then Sid Ross."

*Sid raises his hand inside the ring as the audience acknowledges him.*

RA: "And now for the main event! This match up is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring The Prototype, RFMark!!"

::the crowd goes crazy::

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appears on the whatley tron

*He makes his way to the ring with the masked women. He helps the women into the ring as he grabs the mic.*

RFM: "First things first I know you all been waiting to see who is behind the mask...Well, that's going to have to wait..."

::Crowd is disappointed::

RFM: "Only because tonight is going to jam packed with all out sports entertainment and I have been approved by The Blaze that tomorrow night I have an open forum to introduce my faction. I also fear that this match is going to be a huge cluster fuck so *looks into the masked women's eyes* I would like you to wait in the locker room till I come back."

MW: "You know I'm not going to leave you here, and I also know I'm not going to be much help if some outside interference does happen so I also approved with The Blaze that my replacement as your ringside manager is none other then Apocalypse!!"

*Apocolypse makes his way to the ring as the masked women kisses RFM on the cheek for good luck and leaves the ring*

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appears on the whatley tron

::Crowd goes crazy::

*Coda enters the arena*

Coda: *from the top of the stage* "Enough of this pansy B.S. and lets get this show on the road!"

*Coda charges the ring as the 2 exchange lefts and right in the middle of the ring. Coda gets the upper hand as he Irish whips RFM and lands a drop kick. Both are quick to there feet but Coda with the early adrenaline runs and bounces off the ropes looking for a clothesline but RFM ducks. Coda still running bounces off the ropes as RFM bunny hops over him. Coda still running, hops on the second rope and launches off landing a huge flying elbow. This sends RFM falling back out of the ring and right into Apocalypse arms.*

Paul: "Apocalypse just caught RFM like a football JR."

JR: "The amazing thing is it barely budged Apocalypse!!"

Sid: "1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5..."

Coda: "Come on you son of a bitch!"

*RFM stands outside the ring totally not expecting the speed, agility, and strength of Coda, slowly re enters the ring.*

Sid: "6 - 7 - 8...you OK?"

*RFM ignores Sid as his eyes are locked with Coda. Coda charges RFM looking for a spear but ended up with a boot in the mouth. RFM quickly land 2 right hands knocking Coda to the apron. RFM grabs Coda's right legs and slams his knee into the apron. As Coda grabs his leg RFM gives him 2 kicks to the knee before he help Coda to his feet with a fist full of hair. RFM grabs Coda by the leg and lifts him up and slams Coda's knee into his knee (like a back breaker).*

JR: RFM obviously trying to take away the speed of Coda."

*Outside the ring Apocalypse is standing with his arms crossed watching the fight. Someone from the audience taps him on the shoulder and as soon as he turns around he is maced by what appears to be Michael Fransico. Apocalypse goes down holding his f