ProfPotts Posted July 2, 2007 Share Posted July 2, 2007 Tommy eagerly wolfed down his dinner & sprinted upstairs to his bedroom. He’d made sure that all his homework & chores were done, & now it was time for the payoff – the greatest thing he could imagine in his young life, the one-hour weekly prime-time show: Monday Mega-Massacre!Tonight’s show was going to be even better than ever – they were showing highlights of the best Xtreme Warfare Federation matches from the past season, in preparation for the upcoming, year-end, Manhattan Meltdown pay-per-view spectacular. Tommy’s parents didn’t much like the XWF, but once they’d seen how motivated it could make him they’d allowed him to watch – although he’d had to arrange to go to his friend George’s house to watch the pay-per-view. George’s dad was a huge XWF fan, & had the biggest screen & best sound system in the neighborhood – Tommy had traded George his mint copy of the Team Tomorrow comic, issue 2, for an invite to the ‘sleep over’, but it was going to be well worth the sacrifice to see the Nova combatants of the XWF hurling cars & abuse both at each other!While Tommy told everyone that Superbeast was his favorite, he was just old enough to find himself much more interested in the fights featuring La Araña or Melinda Guzman… between the Nova-level action & the tight costumes of the XWF divas nothing could be better than the show, nothing!Heavy rock music & killer guitar riffs blared out from the OpNet screen as the XWF logo slammed into place with jarring impact: X! W! F! A dizzying flood of images assaulted young Tommy’s eyes – including Core’s famous four-second defeat of ‘Butcher’ Moretti – followed by spectacular pyrotechnics & blazing laser light displays, then the all too familiar voices of commentators Jerry ‘JoJo’ Dylan & Dustin McShane,Dylan: well folks, have we got a show for you tonight!McShane: that’s right; tonight we look back at some of the more memorable moments of this season’s XWF action…Dylan: … as well as forward to the upcoming Manhattan Meltdown!McShane: The greatest event in sports entertainment history!Dylan: You said it! All three Circle titles are up for grabs - & you know that La Araña, Raja Ravana, & Core are all going to be fighting tooth & nail to keep hold of those championship belts!McShane: ‘Tooth & nail’ is right, JoJo – quite literally in the case of ‘The Demon King’! But let’s not forget who they’re up against – the other XWF superstars want to get their hands on those titles as much as they champions want to hold onto them.Dylan: All true, Dustin, all true - & with the Superbeast still smarting over his last defeat by Core you can bet that at least some of those fights are not going to be pretty…McShane: … although with the likes of Melinda Guzman in the ring, some of them are…Dylan: Somehow I think you’re not her type, Dustin…McShane: Don’t count an old dog out yet JoJo – besides, with the way these XWF divas look, we can all feel a little younger again…Dylan: Ah… whatever you say… Anyway, lets begin by reviewing some of the spectacular entrances our combatants have made over the past season…The camera shot changes to the famous neon-lit arena entrance ramp, a silver spider web design adorns the back wall, rocked-up Spanish style music fills the air, the announcer’s voice echoes over the top,‘Ladies & gentlemen, now making her way to the Combat Zone… hailing from Mexico, swift & silent, mistress of the Spider’s Kiss™, the deadly black widow, the one & only arachnid, your Silver Circle champion: La Araña!’The lithe silver spiderweb adorned black Eufiber-clad figure of La Araña drops down an impossible height from the arena ceiling, landing in a low crouch at the top of the ramp, one leg bent under her, one stretched out, a single hand, fingers splayed, on the floor in front of her. Holding the pose for a moment she then leaps into a series of incredible, super-fast, tight backflips down the ramp towards the vitrium-encased Combat Zone. Following her, seeming to spread out from her wake, are thousands upon thousands of silvery spiders which scatter into the crowd, only to vanish into glittering silver dust: some fans scream, others cheer, as the spiders swarm over them before disappearing.Reaching the base of the Combat Zone La Araña’s last backflip turns into a breath-taking leap as she twists gracefully through the air to alight on the narrow top of the vitrium partition. There she poses once more, totally cool & unafraid despite her precarious perch. Standing & turning she holds her arms up & out, soaking up the adulation of the crowd, before dropping backwards into the arena – to the collective gasps of the crowd – only to twist once more into a perfect landing a fraction of a second before she impacts the floor of the ring.The recording changes, the same entrance, a different match…‘Ladies & gentlemen, now making his way to the Combat Zone… hailing from the very depths of the many Hells,’ proclaims the announcer, ‘the Indian devil, the demon king, master of the four-armed Yogic Flyer™, the beast who eats souls, your Red Circle champion, the one, the only: Raja Ravanna!’Striding out onto the entrance ramp to the sounds of the latest Novox remix of Panjabi MC’s ‘Mundian To Bach Ke’ (complete with much overused sample of the original beat from the ancient ‘Knightrider’ TV show) comes the imposing, six feet six inches, red skinned, four-armed, muscular monster known as Raja Ravanna – his eyes blazing, his teeth fangs, his nails claws. Supported on two of his mighty arms are ‘Ping’ & ‘Pong’ his well known ‘Blue Geisha Twins’ tattooed Japanese eye-candy babes: while they wave to the crowd Raja’s two ‘spare’ hands form a mystical sign of some sort & he glares menacingly about: some cheer, many boo with as much, if not more, enthusiasm. Light glints from the ruby embedded in Raja’s forehead, & steam issues from his nostrils – a moment later he tilts his head back, sending a spray of his infamous ‘yogic fire’ into the air between the two babes he’s carrying. Setting the twins down he roughly grabs & kisses one, then the other as they feign struggling against the brute. Raja turns to leer at the booing crowd – one young lady in the front row faints! Forming all four of his hands into complex mystical gestures the demon king then vanishes in a burst of bright flame, only to reappear in the centre of the ring in a corresponding display of pyrotechnics.Once more the scene switches to a new recording…‘Ladies & gentlemen, now making his way to the Combat Zone… he weighs in at two-hundred & eighty-two pounds, & hails from Brooklyn, New! York! City! He is the reigning champion of the sport & master of the Core Meltdown™. Ladies & gentlemen, your… X! W! F! Heavyweight Champion of the Wooooorrrld… DUKE! CORE! BAROOOONNN!’Phosphorous flames blast in twin columns to the heavens at the top of the entrance ramp as in strides the man himself, eyes blazing with Quantum fire, muscles rippling, clad in his trademarked combat pants & boots, a ‘Core Cutie’ on either arm with ‘Enter Sandman’ blasting through the arena at full volume: Core makes his way slowly to the arena, soaking up the deafening roars of the crowd as he basks in the adulation of the masses…The shot returns to the relative calm of the familiar commentary pair…McShane: So those are your reigning champions… but there are many other fine competitors challenging for their titles…Dylan: … Not to mention challenging the showmanship of those entrances, Dustin – take a look at some of these…… the scene changes once more… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Centimane Posted July 3, 2007 Share Posted July 3, 2007 ’Ladies and gentlemen, now making his way to the combat zone… a creature straight out of myth and legend, feared and worshipped throughout history, the emblem of emperors, kings, and armies, hoarder of treasures, master of the Draconian PeaceMaker, weighing in at more than seven tons, he’s the Black Circle’s newest and biggest contender: Draco!’From out of the archway at the head of the ramp, which has been cleverly built to look like the mouth of a cave, comes a deafening roar that can be heard even over the pounding of tribal drums blasting out over the speakers and the roaring of the crowds. No sooner has the roar died than the massive form of a real live dragon leaps out of the ‘cave’ (which is only just large enough for the monster to pass through) and takes to the skies above the awe-struck and terrified audience on leathery wings that must be at least ten meters across.As the camera focuses on the creature, it’s huge size and fierce appearance become even more apparent. The scales of the dragon are metallic black along its sides and the tops of its wings, electric blue along the top of its neck and its four legs. The scales of its head are an angry ruby red that each reflect tiny pinpoints of light, and there are jagged stripes of the same color along the undersides of its wings. Its enormous reptilian eyes are a blazing gold in color, and the lights of the stadium reflect off them like the eyes of a huge cat. All four of its massive paws end in talons of a glistening, pitch black color. From the tip of its head to the end of its tail, the dragon must be at least thirty feet in length, probably more. The neck alone is longer than even the tallest man, and thicker around. Thick horns sprout from the dragon’s head and a ridge of razor sharp spines traces the entirety of its neck and back, tapering down towards the end of the six meter long tail. Rings of wicked spikes crown the last meter of the tail, some more than two feet in length. As the dragon lets loose another deafening roar and swoops low over a section of the screaming audience, its long serpentine neck dips even lower and a head nearly as large as the onlookers beneath it snaps its jaws, barely missing one unlucky fellow (several of the nearby audience members can actually be seen leaving their seats in a panic and running for the nearest exit). As it rises back towards the ceiling, the dragon’s tail lashes out in a whip-like motion and crashes into a (conveniently unoccupied) section of the stadium seating, sending two broken chairs careening high into the air before dropping like missiles and shattering against the vitrium partition of the combat zone.After making a full circuit over the heads of the audience, and letting loose a few more of its ear-shattering roars, the massive reptilian form pulls in its wings and dives at deadly speed towards the center of the combat zone. The sound of its four powerful legs slamming into the floor of the zone creates an audible thump that reverberates throughout the stadium and kicks up a thin cloud of dust around the monster. No sooner has it landed than the dragon rears up on its hind legs and flaps its tent-sized wings, letting loose with the loudest roar yet. The audience can’t seem to make up its mind whether to boo, cheer, or scream in terror. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alex Green Posted July 6, 2007 Share Posted July 6, 2007 The camera shot changes to the famous neon-lit arena entrance ramp, the symbol of Staff made up of gold coins adorns the back wall, The sounds of Right Said Fred’s I’m too Sexy fill the air and the camera focuses on the entrance to the arena. A big man in black wearing a leather jacket that said “Bricker Bob” comes out followed by a good, but hard, looking medically augmented female bodybuilder wearing not very much. The two of them were followed by a group of three more large breasted women wearing costumes best described as “tight” and “small”. As usual for The Staff’s entourage’s entrance, two of the women are still buttoning and/or adjusting their outfits with the implication that moments ago they were wearing considerably less. The announcer’s voice echoes over the top,‘Ladies & gentlemen, now making his way to the Combat Zone… he stands at six foot four and weighs in at two-hundred & forty-two pounds! From Dallas Texas, Master of the Ground Pound, a shining gold star with a solid following: The Staff!’The Staff steps out to the arena like Adonis. Gold hair. Blue eyes. Beyond perfect looks. A god made flesh. The spot light shines and reflects on his polished gold outfit and he pauses and takes stock of the crowd and gives the crowd a chance to take stock of him. What the camera doesn’t show is 20,000 women and 2,000 men fall in love with him right at that moment, at least for the duration of the match. The camera also didn’t show that in the following weeks 200 of the women present would get breast augmentation, 20 would try to join Rich’s harem, some successfully. One of the women, the burnet, drapes herself over him and runs her hand down his washer board abdomen. Followers of the rumor mill would know that the burnet was actually the girlfriend of that matches opponent George “Bone Breaker” Nickelson. People who saw the match would remember that although The Staff won the match it ended with her running back to her ‘ex’. The Staff doesn’t so much walk as strut down to the Combat Zone a graceful and somehow very sexual prowling stalk. Several female fans take the opportunity to try to jump him and his bodyguards Bricker Bob and Cynthia Innocent have to physically restrain some of them although one does make it through and embraces him. Towards the end of the ramp he takes off his coat and goes shirtless, showing off sculpted muscles rippling, then does an inhumanly acrobatic spinning back flip into the ring over the cage wall. Over the microphone he gives his trade mark phrase, 'And now The Staff is going to pound someone into the ground!' Several of his "Staff Members" as well as many fans hold up their hands and wave them as if to volunteer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Prince of Boredom Posted July 8, 2007 Share Posted July 8, 2007 "Ladies and gentlem..."Silence falls over the auditorium, then, complete darkness.A single, white spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, a man clad in a hooded black robe slowly makes his way towards the stage. He's flanked on one side by a buxom raven-haired beauty and the other by an equally attractive athletic blonde. Both are clad in tight black bustiers, sinfully short black miniskirts, black fishnet stockings and stiletto heels.Over the speakers, an eery voice (not unlike Vincent Price) echoes throughout the auditorium,"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends thebeast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of thebeast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred andsixty six." As the voice finishes, the man clad in black reaches a raised platform near the combat zone. A guitar riff starts, and simultaneously he raises his hands and a pentagram of fire erupts on the platform!The two 'assistants' circle the pentragram and kneel down (showing ample cleavage to the nearby crowd) and begin what appears to be 'praying'... and the lyrics begin..."Torches blazed and sacred chants were praisedAs they start to cry hands held to the sky The cloaked man and women raise their hands up...In the night the fires burning brightThe ritual has begun Satan's work is done The flames of the pentagram rise higher into the air...666 the number of the beastSacrifice is going on tonight" The flames erupt, threatening to reach the ceiling, then, as they die down, a demonic creature is standing in the center...Its skin is blood-red skin and its veins the color of midnight, but the most demonic, fearful aspect is the spikes that seem to grow out of every part of its body.The creature turns its head, its yellow eyes boring into the man who 'summoned' it, apparently attempting to break free of the pentagram that binds it. The cloaked figure looks into the demon's eyes, the points dramatically at the vitrium encased combat zone.Clenching its fists in anger and letting out a blood-curdling scream, the demon turns and leaps over the vitrium partition and lands in the center of the combat zone.As the cloaked figure and his 'assistants' make their way to the bench, the announcer's mic suddenly begins working again,"Ladies and gentlemen, Azathul has entered the ring."* All lyrics from Iron Maiden's "The Number of the Beast" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ProfPotts Posted July 10, 2007 Author Share Posted July 10, 2007 McShane: More of those impressive entrances later, but what about the actual matches? We've had some spectacular combats - & more than our fair share of upsets - this season!Dylan: We sure have Dustin, just look at some of these highlights...*****Match One: The Staff Vs. Mister Flextastic - May 2008, SeattleThe footage rolls, The Staff struts his entrance with his large retinue, the women (& most of the men) in the audience go wild, The Staff enters the Combat Zone...'And now The Staff is going to...''FIVE!'The Adonis-like superstar's famous catchphrase is cut short by the booming voice echoing out of every speaker in the arena at full volume - simultaneously the number '5' is flashed up on every screen in the place... The fans recognise what's happening, & by the time the next number in the famous countdown is announced, they're all screaming along with it...'FOUR!'The fans are on their feet...'THREE!'The house lights begin to dim...'TWO!'The house lights go dark...'ONE!'An inferno-like pyrotechnics display erupts from the top of the entrance ramp, rockets shooting off into space, roman candles erupting like volcanoes, sparks flying everywhere as the theme to 'Thunderbirds' blasts out of every speaker - & through the middle of the fireworks display reminiscent of the final moments of the Death Star flies the one, the only, Mister Flextastic! His elastic body rolled into a human beachball the superstar bounces once, twice, down the ramp, then high into the air...'Now making his way to the Combat Zone: he's pliable, he's elastic, & he always bounces back! Master of the Old Squeeze Play™, the one, the only: Mister Flextastic!'... Clearing the top of the Combat Zone the ball unfurls in mid-air as Mister Flextastic stretches sheet-thin & glides round the arena, swooping over the madly cheering crowds. Banking low he lands outside the door into the Combat Zone & makes to enter... then, at the last moment he whips round, his torso, arms, & neck stretching out towards where The Staff's retinue are gathered next to the Zone: in a flash the elastic superstar has pinched the bottoms of two of The Staff's eye-candy girls, & kissed the third square on the lips! Cynthia Innocent, looking suitably enraged, takes a swing at the Nova, but is too slow - her blow goes wild as Mister Fantastic's extremities snap back to their usual proportions &, with one last bodybuilder muscle-pose, he enters the Combat Zone...McShane: What a nerve?! It looks like Mister Flextastic is aiming to play The Staff at his own game! I don't think The Staff's going to think much of that!Dylan: Doesn't look like Cynthia did either!McShane: Maybe she's jealous, JoJo, that Mister Flextastic didn't kiss her too?Dylan: I doubt it Dustin... I don't think he's her type... if you know what I mean..?The announcer's voice echoes through the arena,'The following is a platform match, scheduled for knock-out or submission!'In response to the declaration the Combat Zone (for this match configured as a square 'ring', three to four times the area of a standard professional wrestling ring) splits into nine seperate squares in a three-by-three grid, each on top of a tall pole which telescopes up & down at differing speeds, creating a constantly shifting multi-level combat area. The gears & workings of the platforms are hidden below the surface of the arena proper, with only the small hole through which the poles pass, maybe nine inches across (the diameter of the supporting poles) visible on the surface. The platforms themselves are concrete, the poles metal... but veteran viewers know full well that both are prone to being destroyed & used as impromptu weapons during the course of a match...As the platform he's standing on rises into the air Mister Flextastic, flattened like a ribbon, stretches his torso up even higher, & pops his biceps for the crowds in another pose - his current two-dimesional state making him seem almost cartoonish...*****Match Two: Azathul Vs. Nagah - July 2008, LondonWith the demonic superstar successfully 'summoned' his 'master', along with his two 'devotees' make their way to the ringside benches (safely on the side of the vitrium shields opposite to Azathul himself)...Three Indian men, each dressed in an expensive designer suit, step out onto the top of the entrance ramp: the smallest man is in the lead, whilst the other two carry between them a huge, oversized, woven 'snake basket'. 'Snake charmer' pipe music is played through the arena speakers, & one of the large Indian men pulls the lid from the basket. Slowly, sinuously, a feminine snake-scaled, bracelet, armlet, & bangle-clad arm appears from the basket, swaying back & forth to the hypnotic music, followed by a second arm... finally Nagah's head appears, swaying to the music, eyes closed, followed by the rest of her torso, clad in a bra-like top & hip cloth made of golden coins. For a moment she sways seductively back & forth, hands & arms moving in the intricate gestures of traditional Indian dance...... Suddenly the music stops. Nagah's eyes fly open to reveal themselves to be golden snake-eyes & her mouth gapes impossibly wide as she displays her large serpant fangs & hisses at the crowd. A skew-metal remix of 'Poison' blasts out of the speakers, & the collective breath the crowd didn't even know they were holding becomes a collective gasp of shock, with a few genuine screams mixed in...Undulating out of her basket Nagah proceeds down the ramp towards the Combat Zone, her body from the hips down not legs, but an ophidian tail which just seems to keep coming & coming...'Now making her way to the Combat Zone: hailing from Mumbai, India, the serpent Queen, the ophidian lady, powerful as a boa, quick as a cobra, venemous as a viper, mistress of the Serpent's Embrace™ - Nagah!'... Her full thirty-odd feet of length finally clearing the basket Nagah circles the Combat Zone, pressing up against the vitrium & hissing at the demonic figure inside... One fan has the nerve to reach out & stroke the scales on her long tail, only to recoil in terror as her upper body whips round, right up to him, still hissing & showing her fangs - there are more screams & gasps from the crowd, but suddenly the snake-woman grabs the fan's face & kisses him lightly on the cheek! Leaving the fan to what could well be an actual heart-attack, she moves with speed incredible for her size, ducking inside the Zone to face her opponent.McShane: That's one fan who won't forget tonight's fight!Dylan: If he's conscious to see it...McShane: I don't think we'll forget this one either, JoJo - two monsters facing off against each other - have you ever seen the like?Dylan: Well, I've seen a lot in my time, Dustin, but I have to admit, this one's a little out there, even for me!The announcer's voice echoes through the arena,'The following match is scheduled for knock-out or submission!'As Nagah & Azathul face each other in the Zone - a relatively simple octagonal ring for this fight - Nagah's manager & bodyguards make their way down to the ringside benches... the camera lingers on Nagah's manager & Azathul's 'summoner' glaring at each other, as if promising some out of ring action as well... then the bell rings, & the fight is on... 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ProfPotts Posted July 10, 2007 Author Share Posted July 10, 2007 Match Three: Draco Vs. The Terminatrix- August 2008, ParisAs the dust settles around the massive figure of Draco the house lights dim, the Teragen 'zero' symbol flashes up on every screen, & huge clouds of dry ice issue from the top of the entrance ramp. Appearing through the clouds, first as a distinct sillhouette, then stepping forward to be fully seen, comes the infamous Terminatrix: seven feet tall & stick-thin with rough grey skin, a shark-like mouth filled with pointed teeth, pointed ears, blank, staring, glistening black eyes, & long barbed claws for fingernails, she appears almost as much of a monster, in her way, as the dragon in the Zone. She's dressed in a tight T-shirt bearing the image of Teragen terrorist Leviathon, tight, ripped, jeans, & biker-style boots, her long black hair runs staright down to the middle of her back, gleaming as if wet. 'Zipkilla' the latest track from controversial pro-Teragen Novox act 'Paypervue' (available on the Quantum Boom label...) blasts from the speakers.'Now making her way to the Combat Zone: claiming to be a nation in her own right, the voice of the Teragen, on a self-proclaimed quest to punish Novas who would "prostitute themselves to the baseline masses", mistress of Eviscerator™ - The Terminatrix!'... Striding down the ramp to the Combat Zone, pointedly ignoring the 'zips' yelling at her from all sides, The Terminatrix hardly pauses as she slams open the door to the Zone & takes her place in the ring.McShane: I would not like to meet her in a dark alley!Dylan: Or a well-lit one for that matter...McShane: You said it, JoJo - but it looks like our resident Terat has decided to see for herself what all the hype is about & test new-kid Draco in the ring!Dylan: That's what she does, Dustin, seperates the weak from the strong - that's one diva who's not here to entertain us poor baselines!The announcer's voice echoes through the arena,'The following match is scheduled for knock-out or submission!'Eyes fixed on the huge draconic figure before her The Terminatrix grins her wicked grin &, even before the bell rings to start the match, says,'Before we begin, let's whittle you down to size...'Her eyes narrow... Draco feels a queasy sensation in the pit of his stomach... suddenly the massive dragon shrinks down to half his usual size! Boos & jeers erupt from the crowd - along with a few laughs - but the bell rings anyway & a half-sized Draco faces off against the infamous Terminatrix... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alex Green Posted July 11, 2007 Share Posted July 11, 2007 Match One: The Staff Vs. Mister Flextastic - May 2008, SeattleThe Adonis-like superstar's famous catchphrase is cut short by the booming voice echoing out of every speaker in the arena at full volume - simultaneously the number '5' is flashed up on every screen in the place... The fans recognize what's happening, & by the time the next number in the famous countdown is announced, they're all screaming along with it... ::rolleyes An inferno-like pyrotechnics display erupts from the top of the entrance ramp, rockets shooting off into space, roman candles erupting like volcanoes, sparks flying everywhere as the theme to 'Thunderbirds' blasts out of every speaker - & through the middle of the fireworks display reminiscent of the final moments of the Death Star flies the one, the only, Mister Flextastic! His elastic body rolled into a human beachball the superstar bounces once, twice, down the ramp, then high into the air...'Now making his way to the Combat Zone: he's pliable, he's elastic, & he always bounces back! Master of the Old Squeeze Play™, the one, the only: Mister Flextastic!'The Staff flexes the muscles in his chest and blows a kiss to a female fan dressed in a tight and well filled outfit that rivals the members of his harem. He’s looking forward to this match, he likes Ron and he’s seen some of his matches. They’re a little “cartoonish” but should be great spectacle. In his opinion their core fan groups are in different age groups, but that’s probably a good thing. ::ultracool ... Clearing the top of the Combat Zone the ball unfurls in mid-air as Mister Flextastic stretches sheet-thin & glides round the arena, swooping over the madly cheering crowds. Banking low he lands outside the door into the Combat Zone & makes to enter... then, at the last moment he whips round, his torso, arms, & neck stretching out towards where The Staff's retinue are gathered next to the Zone: in a flash the elastic superstar has pinched the bottoms of two of The Staff's eye-candy girls, & kissed the third square on the lips! Cynthia Innocent, looking suitably enraged, takes a swing at the Nova, but is too slow - her blow goes wild as Mister Fantastic's extremities snap back to their usual proportions &, with one last bodybuilder muscle-pose, he enters the Combat Zone...The Staff bellows in rage, points a finger at Mr. Flextastic, and yells, “No one gets away with that! 'And Now The Staff is Going to Pound Someone into the Ground!!!” ::irate Rich thinks,*A little impromptu ‘adult’ action? Well, almost. If it'd been me that's not what I would have pinched. Careful there Ron, you're a face with younger fans, unless she’s planning on running off with you after the match.* Occassionally one of "Rich's" women would leave him to take up with other fighters. Presumably they were using him as a platform for bigger and better things. In Rich's view that was OK, after all he'd been using them as well.*Looks like I have to tie him in knots now… not that I was planning on losing anyway. Balls in my court though.* ::wink In response to the declaration the Combat Zone (for this match configured as a square 'ring', three to four times the area of a standard professional wrestling ring) splits into nine seperate squares in a three-by-three grid, each on top of a tall pole which telescopes up & down at differing speeds, creating a constantly shifting multi-level combat area. The gears & workings of the platforms are hidden below the surface of the arena proper, with only the small hole through which the poles pass, maybe nine inches across (the diameter of the supporting poles) visible on the surface. The platforms themselves are concrete, the poles metal... but veteran viewers know full well that both are prone to being destroyed & used as impromptu weapons during the course of a match...As the platform he's standing on rises into the air Mister Flextastic, flattened like a ribbon, stretches his torso up even higher, & pops his biceps for the crowds in another pose - his current two-dimesional state making him seem almost cartoonish...Jumping from platform to platform with cat like grace, The Staff sprints to close with Mister Flextastic and will try to punch him when he gets close enough. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Centimane Posted July 12, 2007 Share Posted July 12, 2007 Match Three: Draco Vs. The Terminatrix- August 2008, ParisAs the dust settles around the massive figure of Draco the house lights dim, the Teragen 'zero' symbol flashes up on every screen, & huge clouds of dry ice issue from the top of the entrance ramp. Appearing through the clouds, first as a distinct sillhouette, then stepping forward to be fully seen, comes the infamous Terminatrix: seven feet tall & stick-thin with rough grey skin, a shark-like mouth filled with pointed teeth, pointed ears, blank, staring, glistening black eyes, & long barbed claws for fingernails, she appears almost as much of a monster, in her way, as the dragon in the Zone. She's dressed in a tight T-shirt bearing the image of Teragen terrorist Leviathon, tight, ripped, jeans, & biker-style boots, her long black hair runs staright down to the middle of her back, gleaming as if wet. 'Zipkilla' the latest track from controversial pro-Teragen Novox act 'Paypervue' (available on the Quantum Boom label...) blasts from the speakers.'Now making her way to the Combat Zone: claiming to be a nation in her own right, the voice of the Teragen, on a self-proclaimed quest to punish Novas who would "prostitute themselves to the baseline masses", mistress of Eviscerator™ - The Terminatrix!'Dropping back down to all fours Sammy, aka 'Draco', watches his opponent's approach. He was a little nervous about this match, considering who his opponent was. Not that he lets that show as he snarls and bares his massive teeth, while glaring at Terminatrix with his saucer-sized, unblinking reptilian eyes. Probably his favorite part of these matches was putting on a show for the audience. He loved it!He roars one more time, just for good effect, but he turns it down a notch this time. No sense overdoing things.... Striding down the ramp to the Combat Zone, pointedly ignoring the 'zips' yelling at her from all sides, The Terminatrix hardly pauses as she slams open the door to the Zone & takes her place in the ring.Draco crouches down on his haunches and extends his massive neck in an arching, serpentine motion so that his massive head is at eye level with Terminatrix and much closer than it was only a moment before. He pulls his lips all the way back, exposing his fangs all the way back to where his jaws meet. And while he may not have multiple rows of teeth like his opponent, the two rows he does have are truly fear-inducing.His nostrils flare and he lets out a growl so low it's almost subsonic, manifesting itself largely as a thrumming sensation that can be felt more than heard.McShane: I would not like to meet her in a dark alley!Dylan: Or a well-lit one for that matter...McShane: You said it, JoJo - but it looks like our resident Terat has decided to see for herself what all the hype is about & test new-kid Draco in the ring!Dylan: That's what she does, Dustin, seperates the weak from the strong - that's one diva who's not here to entertain us poor baselines!The announcer's voice echoes through the arena,'The following match is scheduled for knock-out or submission!'Eyes fixed on the huge draconic figure before her The Terminatrix grins her wicked grin &, even before the bell rings to start the match, says,'Before we begin, let's whittle you down to size...'Her eyes narrow... Draco feels a queasy sensation in the pit of his stomach... suddenly the massive dragon shrinks down to half his usual size! Boos & jeers erupt from the crowd - along with a few laughs - but the bell rings anyway & a half-sized Draco faces off against the infamous Terminatrix...Agh!, he thinks, why cant I do that?! ::blink Draco's growl cuts short and turns into something that would sound almost like a dog yipping, except that it's several octaves to low.I didn't even know this was possible!Now shrunken down to a 'mere' five meters in length, the much-reduced Draco doesn't really have to feign surprise as he curls his neck back and forth while checking himself over. Then he promptly turns back towards Terminatrix as the match began. Well, whatever. Might as well make it a part of the show. I just hope this isn't permanent... ::unsure Draco backs off a couple of paces (even at Draco's reduced size, a couple of paces is quite a ways) and snaps his jaws at his enemy, his neck moving like a viper's, while making more snarling and growling noises at her.Okay. Here we go!Draco lunges at Terminatrix, attempting to clamp her between his jaws. If he manages to get a good grip on her he'll whip his neck around and toss his 'victim' against the vitrium wall.((OOC: this is a split action. One Throw attack, and one Defensive action in addition to that. Also, since he's just putting on a show he'll use the Pulling Your Punches option and not use any of his Mega-Strength damage adds when rolling damage on the attack. Assuming he gets to roll damage....)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ProfPotts Posted July 31, 2007 Author Share Posted July 31, 2007 Match One: The Staff Vs. Mister Flextastic - May 2008, SeattleLeaping & tumbling from one moving platform to another The Staff quickly crosses the Zone & swings a punch at Mister Flextastic whilst the latter is still posing for the crowds! Despite the difficult target presented by the flat, fluid, Mister Flextastic The Staff's hammer-blow lands home on his opponent's chest... of course, punching Mister Flextastic whilst he's in this state is like trying to punch a sheet of rubber - The Staff's fist sinks deep Mister F's chest - which distorts to accomodate the blow, before snapping back with great force (& an atmospheric 'Boooiiinnnggg!!!' noise)...McShane: Look at that, JoJo - a dirty move from The Staff!Dylan: What 'dirty move', Dustin? The bell was rung, The Staff was just quicker off the mark - forgoing his own love of posing for the crowds after that little 'incident' with his lady friends just moments ago... You mess with The Staff's women, you gotta' expect some sort of reaction...McShane: That may be so, JoJo - but it sure looked like an ambush to me... maybe The Staff's a little threatened by Flextastic?Dylan: The Staff? Threatened? I doubt that, Dustin - The Staff's not one to show fear, not in the Zone, & certainly not when it comes to his standing with the ladies. The way I see it, he's just defending the honour of those beauties who came down here tonight to watch their hero in action!... Staggering back from The Staff's mighty blow Mister Flextastic falls from his platform, twisting like a ribbon as he drops... the crowd gasp ::ohmy , then... moments before he hits bottom, the elastic superstar curls himself into a human beachball, riochets off the bottom of the Zone, past a descending platform, bounces off the Zone wall, & straight at The Staff - narrowly missing him by a whisker & continuing his bouncing-ball journey around the Zone... the cheers of the crowd increase a notch...*****Match Two: Azathul Vs. Nagah - July 2008, LondonAs the bell rings to start the match Nagah bears her serpent's fangs & hisses at her demonic opponent, gyrating her hips to one side, sending a ripple down her long tail so that the end cracks like a whip! The crowd cheer loudly at the display![Nagah gains 1 Glory for taking a turn to pose]McShane: That's one scary female, JoJo! Although, considering her opponent tonight, I just don't know who to cheer for!Dylan: Maybe that's what they mean by 'the lesser of two evils' Dustin? Whoever you cheer, you can be sure that this is going to be a match to remember.McShane: You said it, JoJo - & tonight's action is brought to you by: NovaBucks Coffee - coffee which makes you feel Quantum powered; Kitsubuto HyperCombustion Engines - the future of transport is here; & Snickers - the snack to satisfy a Nova-level hunger ...*****Match Three: Draco Vs. The Terminatrix- August 2008, ParisAs the huge (despite his recent shrinkage issues... ::tongue ) Draco backs off The Terminatrix charges forward, screaming like a rabid banshee, throwing herself into a series of hard, fast, tumbling flips half-way towards her opponent then, just before she reaches his jaws, launching herself into a high, arcing, leap towards his head! Sinking clawed fingers into the upper-lip of Draco's nostrels the grey-skinned Diva lets her momentum carry her on, up over Draco's head then down to land on his spine in a back-bridge posture with Draco's head pulled painfully back with her![Draco is caught in a Submission Hold]McShane: Wow! Lightning-fast action right off the bat! Could The Terminatrix be the first to fell the mighty dragon?Dylan: Possible, Dustin, but I wouldn't count the big-guy out just yet...Try as he may, Draco just can't pull free from the shark-toothed Diva's expertly applied (& very painful) hold, & the angle's all wrong for him to easily shake her loose...[Draco loses a point of temporary Willpower] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alex Green Posted August 1, 2007 Share Posted August 1, 2007 Match One: The Staff Vs. Mister Flextastic - May 2008, SeattleThe Staff watches Mister Flextastic fall then barely steps aside when he bounces back at him. Hearing the crowd cheer for his rival and expecting Mister Flextastic to bounce around for a bit more, The Staff stands exactly where Mister Flextastic had stood just a moment before and goes through a serious of body-builder poises, showing off his own awesome body and trying to get the crowd (or at least the females in it) to cheer for him instead.He calls out to the crowd,"Let's Hear it!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Centimane Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 Match Three: Draco Vs. The Terminatrix- August 2008, ParisAs the huge (despite his recent shrinkage issues... ::tongue ) Draco backs off The Terminatrix charges forward, screaming like a rabid banshee, throwing herself into a series of hard, fast, tumbling flips half-way towards her opponent then, just before she reaches his jaws, launching herself into a high, arcing, leap towards his head! Sinking clawed fingers into the upper-lip of Draco's nostrels the grey-skinned Diva lets her momentum carry her on, up over Draco's head then down to land on his spine in a back-bridge posture with Draco's head pulled painfully back with her![Draco is caught in a Submission Hold]McShane: Wow! Lightning-fast action right off the bat! Could The Terminatrix be the first to fell the mighty dragon?Dylan: Possible, Dustin, but I wouldn't count the big-guy out just yet...Try as he may, Draco just can't pull free from the shark-toothed Diva's expertly applied (& very painful) hold, & the angle's all wrong for him to easily shake her loose...[Draco loses a point of temporary Willpower]Ow!, thinks Draco.Ow, ow, ow!This totally blows, he thinks as he squirms under the unrelenting pressure of Terminatrix's vicious hold. Not to to mention how embarrassing this is, I must look like a total idiot right now!Outwardly Draco makes a show of struggling and grimacing, and tries to make it look like he's in far too much pain to be concerned with such trivial matters as his personal image. Because, you know, this is a life or death struggle between two quantum-powered gods, right? It's totally ridiculous to think that any of this is actually just an act! ::wink ::sly Ok. Yeah, I've definitely had enough of this. Time to let go, Terminatrix! Leggo my nose!Draco steps up his efforts at struggling loose, and with a thought his scales become even shinier and slicker than before and actually begin to pulse subtly beneath his opponent's feet. He begins a concerted effort to shake the monster off his back and twist his head loose from her painful grip. Hopefully he can shake his snout loose from her claws and then twist his head around and clamp down on her hand with his jaws. Then it'll be a simple matter to drag her down to the mat and onto her stomach and pin her with one of his own massive claws on her spine while pulling her arm (and thus her entire upper torso) up and back with his jaws.((OOC: Draco will use Weave to try and add some dice to his attempt at reversing the Submission Hold on Terminatrix.)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Prince of Boredom Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 Match Two: Azathul Vs. Nagah - July 2008, LondonAs the bell rings to start the match Nagah bears her serpent's fangs & hisses at her demonic opponent, gyrating her hips to one side, sending a ripple down her long tail so that the end cracks like a whip! The crowd cheer loudly at the display!Azathul simply watches Nagah as she poses for the crowd, seemingly mesmerized by the gyrating of her hips. *I never thought i'd say this, but snake-lady is hot! Damn, I almost feel bad that I'm gonna have to knock her out....*Her dance finished, Azathul roars, and leaps over her, spinning in mid-air, to land behind and facing her, and grabs her tail.(OOC: Quantum leap and attempting a hold) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ProfPotts Posted August 5, 2007 Author Share Posted August 5, 2007 Match One: The Staff Vs. Mister Flextastic - May 2008, SeattleAs The Staff begins to pose & flex, Mister Flextastic bounces to a halt on the platform directly opposite the one The Staff is on, unfurling from his 'ball' shape he stretches up, ribbon-like, & (seemingly accepting The Staff's unspoken challenge) begins to pose & flex for the crowd on his own side of the arena!The crowd erupts into cheers, jeers, & yells in response to the two Superstars' antics..."Let's Hear it!"... yells The Staff. The crowd on his side of the arena are on their feet, punching their fists in the air, as they, as one, chant,'And Now The Staff is Going to Pound Someone into the Ground!!!'On the other side of the Zone Mister Flextastic double-takes, scowls, turns to 'his half' of the crowd & yells,'What time is it?'In a surge of irrational 'us versus them' pride Flextastic's side of the arena try to out-bellow The Staff's crowd as they yell back,'It's Flextasty Time!'Grinning at the crowd Mister Flextastic then whips his head round to glare across the arena at The Staff as both once more face-off, the cheers of the 'popping' crowd echoing in their ears...[The Staff & Mister Flextastic both gain 3 Glory for taking 3 turns out of combat to work the crowd]McShane: Listen to that crowd, JoJo - they love both of these Superstars!Dylan: That's why the XWF is the world leader in sports entertainment, Dustin... Although I'd still say the ladies are cheering for The Staff...The camera pans across the crowd, 'accidentally' capturing a shot of a group of four girls in sorority T-shirts standing up & flashing their bare breasts as they cheer for The Staff - each breast has one letter painted on it, to spell out TH ES TA FF! The shot is, of course, pixilated in the re-run, but wouldn't have been during live transmission... ::sly McShane: Wow, those girls aren't shy about their allegiance, now, are they? ::blush Dylan: The Staff inspires great... ah... 'loyalty' in his fans, Dustin - but now these two Superstars look ready to return to the action!As the platform he's on lowers, Mister Flextastic reaches out either arm, grasping the poles of the higher platforms either side, stretching back & down before elastically slingshoting himself across the Zone towards The Staff!*****Match Two: Azathul Vs. Nagah - July 2008, LondonAzathul roars & leaps but, as he passes over Nagah, she snaps her head up, lightning quick, baring her fangs, hissing, & spraying blinding, burning, acidic spittle into the demonic Superstar's face! Eyes stinging, vision a blur, Azathul doesn't realise what's happening until too late as the blindingly fast Nagah grabs him mid-air with her tail & turns his impressive momentum against him as she whips round & releases to fling him the length of the Zone - until he's stopped by smacking full-tilt into one of the vitrium shields protecting the crowds! Azathul can hear the gasps & yells of shocked surprise from the nearby spectators as he slumps to the floor of the Zone... ::blink [Azathul is Wounded with Bashing damage, & blind for six turns (she rolled four, & has the Burning Enhancement on her Strobe)]As Nagah jeers at her fallen opponent & begins to 'menace' the crowd (& Azathul's 'summoner', just the other side of the vitrium barriers) the shot switches to a split screen view - one showing the continuing battle (or posing anyway) in 'real time', the other repeating the recent action in super-slow motion...McShane: Incredible action, JoJo, incredible speed! It can't be over this quickly can it?Dylan: Well Azathul's down, Dustin, but he's not out - we've seen that demon take worse hits than that & still come back to win the match. He was caught off-guard by Nagah's speed... not to mention that viscious blinding spittle of hers - that's been key to her winning several matches...McShane: Well, Nagah seems to be celebrating her victory already, JoJo...Dylan: That would be a big mistake... & I'm not sure if Nagah's just taunting her opponent, or if she's purposefully keeping her distance - blind or not, if Azathul manages to lock in that Hells Embrace it's as good as over - I think Nagah knows that: she fighting smart, not letting him get that hold applied...*****Match Three: Draco Vs. The Terminatrix- August 2008, ParisDraco's scales turn shiny & slick, he bucks like a bronco, squirms, wriggles, & undulates as best he can, but The Terminatrix remains firmly clamped to his back, the submission hold locked in tight...[Draco loses another temporary Willpower point]McShane: Draco does not look happy, JoJo!Dylan: How happy would you be, Dustin? Draco's built for the power game: big slams, big stomps, big chomps - what Terminatrix has done here is take that out of play. Not only has she used her infamous 'equalizer' to reduce her opponent's massive size & strength, she got this agonizing submission hold locked in: raw power won't be enough to escape the Terat's grip - this is a contest of skill...McShane: Right, JoJo - & Draco doesn't seem able to dislodge the comparatively tiny Terminatrix!Dylan: Don't forget, Dustin - Draco may be a creature of myth & legend, but he's a rookie here in the XWF: that lack of experience, coupled with the intense pain of the hold, & the frustration he must be feeling right now all combine to prevent the dragon from thinking straight. That's what Terminatrix is counting on - she's hit him hard & fast with this move, right from the bell, & is going for the win before the more powerful Draco can get his bearings. Don't forget, we've seen Terminatrix's equalizer run out of steam before - if that happens here, she'll be faced with fifteen thousand pounds of pissed-off reptile...As Draco thrashes around, unable to escape The Terminatrix's grip, he hears his opponent whisper, through gritted teeth,'Try that tail of yours, big guy...' ::wink Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alex Green Posted August 6, 2007 Share Posted August 6, 2007 Match One: The Staff Vs. Mister Flextastic - May 2008, SeattleIt felt GREAT to get the crowd chanting for him. Mister Flextastic had picked up his cue right at the right time.The camera pans across the crowd, 'accidentally' capturing a shot of a group of four girls in sorority T-shirts standing up & flashing their bare breasts as they cheer for The Staff - each breast has one letter painted on it, to spell out TH ES TA FF! The shot is, of course, pixilated in the re-run, but wouldn't have been during live transmission... ::slyThe Staff blows the girls a kiss and gives them a lecherious wink suggesting that he wouldn't be against showing his appriation after the match. He's serious.And then it was time to get back to the fight!As the platform he's on lowers, Mister Flextastic reaches out either arm, grasping the poles of the higher platforms either side, stretching back & down before elastically slingshoting himself across the Zone towards The Staff!The Staff braces himself for impact, then attempts to sidestep, grab Mister Flextastic's shoulder in passing, and throw him against the ring's wall.(OOC: Throw)(EDIT: The Staff will pull all 5 of his normal Strength dice from this attack, but will leave in the 5 auto-succ so Mr F gets thrown far) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Centimane Posted August 8, 2007 Share Posted August 8, 2007 Match Three: Draco Vs. The Terminatrix- August 2008, ParisDraco's scales turn shiny & slick, he bucks like a bronco, squirms, wriggles, & undulates as best he can, but The Terminatrix remains firmly clamped to his back, the submission hold locked in tight...[Draco loses another temporary Willpower point]As Draco thrashes around, unable to escape The Terminatrix's grip, he hears his opponent whisper, through gritted teeth,'Try that tail of yours, big guy...' ::winkTail?... Oh! ::ohmy ::blush My tail!, thinks Sammy, I can't believe I forgot about that!!Surprised and a little taken aback by Jesensky's help, Draco almost says 'thanks' before catching himself.Instead, he lets out another one of his roars, flicks his massive tail up, and attempts to whip The Terminatrix off of his back (finally! I hope.).((OOC: Samuel will attempt a throw using his tail, but he will again pull his Mega-Strength autosux and use only his base Strength for the damage effect (plus the distance she's thrown too, I guess). Oh, and Prof, you'll be happy to know that I finally went out and purchased a copy of XWF. So hopefully I won't have to bother you with anymore stupid questions like, 'what's a Submission Hold?' ::huh )) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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