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| Jimmy Jimbo | Apr 15 2008, 03:27 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]"For a few seconds..." The bright lights immediately cut from the arena, leaving us with dark blue, silver and purple lights flickering on and off, to a strobe light effect all around the arena, prompting the fans to rise to their feet. "... this place was Armageddon!" A thick fog begins to rise from underneath the ReVolt stage and down through the entryway, as the crowd eagerly awaits the NEW FIW Fighting Spirit Champion. "And there was A FIREFIGHT!" REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH Marilyn Manson's rendition of 'Personal Jesus' bounces over the PA, prompting the smarks to stomp their feet, clap their hands and slap the barricade (which doesn't work so well, since it's a chain link fence) along with the beat of the song. Everyone else cheers and hollers for several infinite seconds, until... YOUR OWN PERSONAL JESUS ... emerging from the thick fog is none other than the Divine Outlaw, the Man in Black, Jim O'Brien. Standing proud atop the entryway with the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship gleaming in the purple lights draped across his shoulder, Jim begins his descent to the ring. He walks with a quicker pace than usual, not being able to help himself but to walk in stereo with the catchy song and even slapping the occasional high five with the fans on his way to the ring. O'Brien then reaches his destination, climbing to the ring apron & then over the top rope. THINGS ON YOUR CHEST YOU NEED TO CONFESS I WILL DELIVER YOU KNOW I'M A FORGIVER He makes his way to the southeast turnbuckle, climbing the 2nd one, facing the crowd. Jim gives a small smirk to the fans he faces, welcoming their positive energy towards him. After several infinite seconds, Jim hops off the 2nd turnbuckle, which signals the song and lights to cut. He then makes his way over towards the ring announcer Michael Anderson and grabs himself a microphone.[/align] O'Brien: "Testing... is this thing on?" Yay! Jim's talking! Uber pop! O'Brien: "Thank you, thank you. . . Now then... What we have here..." *dramatic pause* "... is failure to communicate. Onikage, Rejects, I'd like to personally invite you to this ring right now." Woohoo! Jim's gonna kill him some Rejects and eat 'em for dinner! O'Brien: "I know this seems a little out nof the blue, but I am on a fact-finding mission. I'll be honest, I haven't done the greatest job of keeping up with promos, I'm a busy guy. So perhaps there may be some misconceptions we have about each another. And... last ReVolt, I did get roughed up by some Raven knockoff who may or may not have ties to your regime, so I would like some answers regarding that situation. So without firther adieu... would The Rejects please make their way to the ring?" And... nothing. O'Brien: "C'mon fellas, don't be shy. Let's get to know eacho-" [align=center]Without warning the lights cut out and plunge the arena into darkness, a few fans jeer and a few even scream. Static white noise fills the sound system and grows louder, and louder until it is nearing unbearable to human ears to withstand it. Gradually it morphs and changes, sounding more like a growl of some thing inhuman than mere white noise. It is then that the select few dark tinted blue lights shine and scan the arena slowly as if attempting to spot some one or some thing within the crowd. This is the year where hope fails you The test subjects run the experiments And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate But cohesive is possible if we strive There’s no reason, there’s no lesson No time like the present, telling you right now What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose Except your soul Who's with us?! An explosion of flames erupts from the stage and along the path, and even the four turnbuckles are engulfed in it. The dark blue lights glide across the crowd and head towards a single point, they all come down onto the entrance stage at the same time. I am the bad one, Distant and cruel one, I am the dream that, Keeps you running down, With distraction, Violent reaction, Scars of my actions, Watch me running out, Spurts of flames explode and grow amongst this burning inferno and then it happens, figures begin to appear and they are rising from beneath the stage! Six white hooded figures stand in a semi-circle, a massive masked man with red hair standing near the smallest. One of the two in the near holds in its hands handle bars of a wheel chair, where a man sits in it with a dark expression on his face. The flames and the blue lights dancing with each other, casting shades and shadows on all nine of them. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects It is the largest of the hooded cloak figures that is the first to move, walking over to the one closest to the center with the wheel chair. Gently he takes the handle bars and moves Victor Daniels forward on the stage until they reach the stairs to the walk way. With ease the big man scoops up the wheel chair off of the ground and carries Daniels down the steps and then sets him back down afterwards. The other five and the massive masked man walk through the flames that lick at their clothes, looking like they are coming from the depths of Hell itself. Yeah, I am the brains, Some say insane, Blood is the rain, That's what life's about, In the great wide, Head split and tongue tied, Watch the sun die, When you're running out, Younger fans remain in a hushed state and look on fearfully at the flames and the men walking through them while the older fans curse the group. Silently they maneuver through the flames and down the path way one at a time, and filter around ringside from there. The largest of the white cloaked figures leaves Daniels in the care of the red headed masked man and with a nod turns away from them. In unison the six cloaked men leap up, landing on the apron in a kneeled position on all sides of the ring. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects Like wayward souls the blue lights mimic the cloaked ones, moving down the path way one by one until they stop in the center of the ring. Each of the white hooded cloaked figures steps into the ring just as another explosion of flames occurs from the turnbuckles. The two medium sized cloaked figures move towards the ropes, getting up on the middle one. While the two larger ones stand in the center of the ring with the one that was actually holding the wheel chair as the music blares through the arena. Yeah I am the knuckle, Bow down and buckle, Hold your breath, Your world is running down, Live for the family, Die with the family, All is the family, My gun is running out, Once again in unison the right hand of each of them comes up to their hoods and pull them back altogether. That reveals the two balancing on the second rope as Colbert Tottington and Vinj. It is the biggest of them that is the Koopamaniac, Ash Koopa with a stern gaze out towards the fans. The two nearest the one in the center are none other than Drake Love and Kiyoshi Nakahata, folding their arms over their chests. With the one in the very center’s pure white void like eyes belonging to the self proclaimed “Light of FIW”, Onikage. Hell doesn't want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. This world rejects them. Colbert and Vinj both hop off their respected perches and fall into the center, all six of them standing in a row. They all stare out at the fans in attendance as they are jeered and the music attempts to be heard over the reaction of the fans. Each one of their white cloaks glows eerily within the dark lights and the flames surrounding them as they stand there like statues. Like a row of dominos they all bow their heads one by one and as they do the flames gradually die out and the blue lights fade in exchange for the normal lights. The Devil's Rejects The Devil's Rejects… The Devil’s Rejects… Finally the music dies out and leaves only the jeers to shower the Rejects in, that they all ignore sans Onikage. Who just smiles out at the fans, waving to them like he genuinely likes each and every one of them by some strange twist of fate. Eventually he stops and the faction huddles, talking amongst themselves for what waits ahead for them. Hardly paying attention at the moment to any thing that is going on around them and their comrades at ringside.[/align] O'Brien: "Hi. I'm... turn your heads, please. I'm over here. Thank you." All ze Rejects now have their attention turned to Jim. O'Brien: "Listen gang, I'm not hear to look for a fight. No barbed wire plunger up my sleeve, my pal Monster isn't waiting to pop out of a Jack-in-the-Box to murder any of you. No, none of that right now. Right now, like I said, I'm here on a fact-finding mission. I'm here to learn and to be educated in your ways, what you want, what exactly you guys are all about. And if you know anything about the guy who roughed me up on the last ReVolt. Go ahead, I'm all ears." And the first person to speak up is... |
[align=center] [/align][size0]Thanks, Lita! ![]() <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cc3300; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">THE ROUGAROU</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>"The Rougarou" Silas Bergeron</option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'6"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>296 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>The Bayou</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Led Zeppelin - 'When The Levee Breaks'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Methodical Powerhouse</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Sword of Damocles </option> <option> - Chokeslam </option> <option> - Bayou Leg Sweep </option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - Swamp Drop Brainbuster</option> <option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - 1x Fighting Spirit Champion</option> <option>Other Cool Stuff:</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Roleplay of the Year (Family Reunion)</option> <option> - 2014 FIW Segment of the Year (The Rougarou Cometh)</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Mr. GEIST/Deacon DEATH)</option> <option> - 2014 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ Butch Babineaux)</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Newcomer of the Year</option> <option> - 2014 & 2015 FIW Manager of the Year (Butch Babineaux)</option> <option> </option> <option> Now do you believe in The Rougarou? </option> </select></center> <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cadetblue; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">#SWAGOLITION</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>"The Condemned" Lucas Bergeron</option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'4½"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>235 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>Kandiyohi, Minnesota</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Black Sabbath - 'Hole in the Sky'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Athletic - Strong Style - Brawler</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Exploder Suplex </option> <option> - Powerbomb </option> <option> - German Suplex </option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - The Manhattan Project</option> <option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - n/a </option> <option>Other Cool Stuff:</option> <option> - 2015 FIW ReVolt Match of the Year (vs. Nemesis, 6/6/15)</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Nemesis)</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Babyface of the Year</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ The Rougarou)</option> <option> </option> <option> Just Give The Lunatic A Chance... </option> </select></center> <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: 14b8ff; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">THE MAN IN BLACK</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>Jim O'Brien </option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'7"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>290 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>Grant's Lick, Kentucky</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Motörhead - 'Line in the Sand'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Strong Style Powerhouse</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Belly-to-Belly Suplex</option> <option> - Saito Suplex </option> <option> - Jackknife Powerbomb </option> <option> - Hells Bells-plex</option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - Hells Bells</option> <option> - F-Bomb</option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - 2x Fighting Spirit Champion </option> <option> - 1x co-holder of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World (w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option> <option> - 1x Ultimate Endurance Champion</option> <option> - 1x Spirit Of Honour Champion</option> <option> - 3x Dual Crown Champion</option> <option> Other Cool Stuff: </option> <option> - 2015 FIW Hall of Fame inductee</option> <option> - 2004 TNT Superstar Of The Year</option> <option> - 2004 Feud Of The Year (w/ Silent Rage)</option> <option> - 2004 Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Genocide) <option> - 2005 1st Runner-Up, TNT Superstar Of The Year</option> <option> - 2005 Co-Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Anarchy In The UK)</option> <option> - 2008 & 2012 Lady Luck Tournament Champion </option> <option> - 2008 Grand Prix Tournament Champion</option> <option> - 2008 Match of the Year participant (vs. Liam Mortell vs. Kiyoshi Nakahata @ FIW Summer of Sin) </option> <option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW Feud of the Year participant (vs. Ash Koopa)</option> <option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW (Face/Heel/Tweener) Turn of the Year</option> <option> - 2009 ReVolt Match Of The Year participant (vs. Ethan Adams @ ReVolt Against The Champions X)</option> <option> - 2009 FIW Tag Team Of The Year (The O'Brien Clan, w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option> <option> - 2009 FIW Duo Of The Year (w/ Kendra O'Brien)</option> <option> - April 2012 Superstar of the Month</option> <option> - April 2012 Storyline of the Month ("Dirty Deeds...")</option> <option> - May 2012 Superstar of the Month</option> <option> - May 2012 Match of the Month participant (vs. Damien Holburn @ FIW Deadlock)</option> <option> - July 2012 Co-Match of the Month participant (vs. Mad Dawg @ FIW ReVolt (07/01/12)</option> <option> </option> <option> So yeah, Jim was awesome. :-D </option> </select></center> | |
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| Dangerous Dan | Apr 16 2008, 11:42 AM Post #2 |
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Vinj...but he hasn't spoken yet. He's just in the foreground of the group growing red with...anger? Or maybe just too many red jelly beans. Anyhow, what is clear is that Vinj has pushed his way past an invisible crowd and is now face to...nipple, with Jim O'Brien. Realizing he can't possibly converse with a nipple Vinj takes a step back and grabs the mic. But umm...Jim doesn't let it go, forcing Vinj to jiggle it a little before prying it loose from Jim's fingers. And he said he didn't want a fight...PFFFFT! Vinj: Look. I think I know what we're all thinking here. And I believe I speak for all of us when I say...what happened to you, man? It used to be about the HATE. SPONGEBOB, Jim. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SPONGEBOB HATE???!!!! Don't you remember? We...we were going to buy matching scooters. Scooters, man. SCOOTERS!!! You don't come back from that! No one does! Vinj stares at Jim for a moment but quickly crumbles under intense despair and drops the mic with a 'thud' before turning back to the group to be consoled by Colbert and the General. |
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| Kryten Shards | Apr 16 2008, 02:35 PM Post #3 |
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Out from the sea of the forsaken slithers their painted advisor, the ends of his trench coat flap to each side of him with each step he takes forward. The lights' rays beat down on him and enhance the black designs along his ghostly white head, and those lifeless eyes. It is these glowing eyes that stare at the gigantic frame that stands in defiance of the brotherhood huddled on one side of the squared circle. Yet the gaze isn't in hate or contempt or annoyance, neither does it seem to hold any joy to the sight it is directed in...just indifference to the entire being. With a flick of his wrist a micro phone slides out from his jacket's arm sleeve and into his hand, his fingers closing in on it. Their hold tightens further, ensuring that the device is held in a vice like grip and with another flick of his wrist he moves it towards his head. It is in this motion that the light hits it just right to reveal not a FIW logo on it but rather a glimmering crimson with white outlines around it R. Within the upper loop of the R is the rest of the group's name sake that the camera briefly zooms in on to get a good shot of. Every step that he takes closer and closer towards the Man in Black is taken with preciseness and caution that is similar to a predator on the prowl. The fabric of his trench coat ripples less angrily and almost resembles the gentle waves of an ocean with each step. His hand takes on a similar soft gesture manner, gradually bringing the micro phone closer to his lips. A stark contrast to the bright and cheerful smile that is etched out across his painted snow white lips that show glimpses of his teeth. Onikage: After that little piece from our Brother Jack, I believe...I'll take it from here. FIW's Morning Star looks over his shoulder to see to any strong objections from the collective behind him now. When nothing comes from it, his neck cranes back around and his eyes shift back towards the titans that stands opposite to him, awaiting answers. There are only a few feet between the two men and it is divided by half when the Savior of Sorrow takes one more large step in the direction of the behemoth. Nearly eye to eye with each other now, the man with the painted face smiles up at the monstrous man that once upon a time tried to shred him apart with barbed wire. Onikage: I...don't know who or what that was that decided he would get involved in not only your but our affairs last week. I had never seen him in my life before that faithful night and believe me about this if nothing else when I say, I remember people. He is not an ally of mine that was waiting in the wings, he is not a student or partner, and he most certainly is not a brother of the Rejects. Whatever he is, I believe we are going to find our answers or maybe just some of them this week when he faces Brother Colbert. Those lips part and stretch, and contort his smile into a bigger grin, letting his teeth be exposed to the First Monster of FIW. Onikage: Kay? Nonchalantly the Straight Edge Artist starts to turn his back on the Divine Outlaw, not giving him a chance to actually respond. While in the middle of turning around the Messiah of the Mind stops in mid-motion for whatever reason, and lifts up his free hand. The index finger points to the heavens and he wags it slightly to signify he isn't done quite yet like he initially thought. Onikage: One more thing while we are here... In one fluid movement the Reject twirls back around and is once more painted face to gruff face with the Man in Black. Onikage: Do not think that you can merely clap your hands and we beckon to your call like some loyal little pet does to their master. We decided to come out here for one reason and one reason only, to explain to every one the reality of the situation. Since unlike former heads of this company, we do not hide the truth from any one regardless of their status of friend or foe to our regime as you put it. After all, it is what we do, we shine the light on every one and every thing, including those that try to shuffle away from the intense rays. It is subtle but the grin fades back into a smile though not quite as bright and as cheerful as it once was. Onikage: Especially we don't answer to the likes of you, one who has thrown aside his old vices in response to finding a brand new one. One that has finally given up those demons that he was warned of about and replaced them with a hollow holy relic. In the process has also tossed to the way side his pride and his fire that made him a warrior that could almost be respected by the majority. It leaves him nothing more than a husk that vaguely resembles a person that a long time ago was feared and respected. Smiles and grins, and jokes as all you display your new found almighty ability to dismantle a cripple's army. Tension fills the area around the two like a small bubble and the fans' reaction reflects this emotion, sprinkled with excitement. It is FIW's Morning Star that is the first to break the stare and at last turn his back fully to the Man in Black and head back over to his brotherhood. Jeers fill the arena and the collective begin to take their leave of the squared circle, and leave Jim O'Brien in the center of the ring still. The Savior of Sorrow is already out on the apron and several of his brothers and allies are joining him out on the apron as they head out. |
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| Elrick | Apr 16 2008, 04:18 PM Post #4 |
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All these questions, powerful questions with unknown and weak answers, but as the confrontation between the Rejects and Jim O’Brien hit’s a very quiet and tense point, it seems someone else, a fond listener is among the people in attendance. The mystery man is there and as the Rejects and Jim have a stand off, it seems the ReVoltron turns on and on it transpires of a figure, smile plastered on the male’s face. This gains Jim’s attention as he looks towards the image on the ReVoltron, which in turns signal the male to speak. “Gentlemen, please calm yourselfs, this is nor the time or the place to banter in a very stupid manner as you men are, I know you have questions, I know you want to know who I am and in you will in due course but I think it’ll be a nice time to just watch on, as you Mr O’Brien out match yourself and get a well deserved beating. Oh but wait that’s right Mr. O’Brien the Rejects shouldn’t do that, it’s a pointless demonstration, we all know you’re insignificant at this point in there demolition of Full Intensity Wrestling.” Oh that’s an unpleasant but quite loud boo from the crowd, which the mystery male soaks up as he smiles, just looking forward towards the ring. “I guess though, it’s pointless to slow down the inevitable, it’s a question you all would like to know so let me introduce myself. My name is Manik, I am here in Full Intensity Wrestling to belong, and I am here in Full Intensity Wrestling to defy all of you. Jim O’Brien, you were just a scratch, a sheer nipping at my true goal and as long as you stand in the way of progress you will remain to be a goal of mine. I suppose you limited minded fans will be sitting there, looking towards each other as if I am a madman, in which case you would be highly correct in every space and millimetre of your thoughts. I am here to start a revolution among men! And with the help of Onikage’s genius this will be an accomplishing goal! Oh yes it will! Oh yes it will! You other Rejects will be my brethren, yes my brethren!” Manik grins, his mind seemingly thinking of Onikage’s genius and his own colliding in a pattern of pure carnage, the rejects being his friends as well. “So Onikage I am an ally, I am your friend, I am your partner in crime and I will see you soon, as will I see all of you Rejects soon, oh yes very, very, very soon.” Manik’s grin creepily extends until the ReVoltron just goes back to the FIW logo, leaving the people to gather there selves after the debut of the man known as Manik. |
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| Ash | Apr 16 2008, 08:11 PM Post #5 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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Before anyone really has an opportunity to react, Ash snatches the microphone away from Onikage. Amidst the buzz from the fans, Ash turns and stares at the ReVoltron, then turns to face the Reject's mentor and returns Onikage's steely gaze whilst pointing up at the giant screen. Ash looks to speak, but momentarily bites his tongue and takes a deep breath, then glances at the 'tron again before settling his eyes on Onikage. Ash: "What.. the fuck.. was that?" Rather than try to reason or even attempt to respond, Onikage eyes Ash carefully. Realising that he isn't going to get an immediate response, Ash sighs to himself and points his right index finger at Onikage. Ash: "We agreed no more freaks! Last week, sat around that silly little table, I told you that I drew the line at Vinj. Considering he managed to get that big Finn to tap, I'm willing to look past Vinj's weird personal traits. But, I'm not willing to put up with two freaks running around me all the time. I don't have the patience for it." Picking up on the anger in Ash's voice, the fans begin to buzz over the antics in the ring. Ash notices this and looks around at the crowd, then looks over at Jim, who smiles sheepishly. Rolling his eyes, Ash focuses on Onikage once again and takes two steps forward, standing no more than a foot from the mentor of the group. Ash: "Him over there; he's my business." To help reiterate his point, Ash motions in Jim's direction. Ash: "I've got contendership rights to the Fighting Spirit Championship, so Jim falls to me. No-one else. Just like how Colbert should be focusing on taking Grant Rice out before he makes it to the pay-per-view. You leave Jim to me, Onikage. If Manik gets involved in my business and I find out that he's something to do with you, I'll be coming for you. You may be painted like a children's entertainer, but God damn, you don't make me laugh and I won't hesitate to put my foot down your throat. Not even if I have to go through the rest of the brothers beforehand." With that said, Ash throws the microphone to the canvas and briefly glances around at the other Rejects. As a few fans applaud, Ash yells at them to shut up, then decides to take his leave. Ash climbs through the ropes and jumps down to ringside, then storms up the aisle for the back without even bothering to look over his shoulder.. |
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| Drake | Apr 16 2008, 08:37 PM Post #6 |
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Before Ash can make it to the back however, Drake steps up to pick up the mic. Drake: Now I was going to remain silent but you know what? I don't think that is the right recourse. Ash Koopa claims that he is the only person that is concerned with Jimmy boy here. As I recall it will be myself and America's number 1 fan, Kiyoshi taking on this cancer on America's economy. If you want to take what's left of him when we are done that is fine enough. But whatever title shot you have coming, no matter who wins, I will be waiting in the wings for the FSC Championship. No matter who is wearing the belt. Drake holds out the mic for someone else to take as he continues to stare at Ash with his back turned to Jim. |
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| Ash | Apr 16 2008, 08:55 PM Post #7 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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Unable to actually respond without a microphone, Ash turns around and shouts inaudible comments at Drake, then motions to his waist where a belt would be. In response, Drake just smirks and nods, prompting Ash to wave him off and head up the steps to the stage before disappearing into the backstage area. |
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| Jimmy Jimbo | Apr 17 2008, 05:54 AM Post #8 |
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O'Brien: "Wow... This has... this has been great." Oh wait, Jim's talking again? Yes he is, as everyone's attention turns back to him. O'Brien: "Now, let me get this straight..." *points to Vinj* "Vinj, I never, ever forgot about the scooters. I have mine waiting in my garage, where in tarnation have you been?! You, up there in TV Land..." *pointing to Manik on the ReVoltron* "You are dumb. You..." *points to Drake* "... want a Fighting Spirit Championship match someday. And you have a melon shaped head. Walking away..." *points to Ash who stops in his tracks & turns around* "... is you, and you look like you've lost your smile. Hang in there big guy, we're all pullin' for ya. I..." *points to self* "... am awesome. You, my good man..." *points to Onikage* "... though still carry your ill will towards me, look to have lightened up and I like that change in you, I must say. And from what I gather about the Rejects, on paper, I like it. Let's be honest here, that Krahe guy, I didn't see much of him but he was a little wooden - or electronic - for my tastes. But Chucky Graves, 'The Boss,' personal issues aside I got along with him fine. Were we BFF? Not in the least, but I wouldn't be this company's Fighting Spirit Champion had he not invited me to come back at the Condemned Fetish match last December. But perhaps there's more to this than meets the eye. Perhaps I'm missing something here. Or... do I have all this straight?" |
[align=center] [/align][size0]Thanks, Lita! ![]() <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cc3300; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">THE ROUGAROU</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>"The Rougarou" Silas Bergeron</option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'6"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>296 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>The Bayou</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Led Zeppelin - 'When The Levee Breaks'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Methodical Powerhouse</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Sword of Damocles </option> <option> - Chokeslam </option> <option> - Bayou Leg Sweep </option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - Swamp Drop Brainbuster</option> <option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - 1x Fighting Spirit Champion</option> <option>Other Cool Stuff:</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Roleplay of the Year (Family Reunion)</option> <option> - 2014 FIW Segment of the Year (The Rougarou Cometh)</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Mr. GEIST/Deacon DEATH)</option> <option> - 2014 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ Butch Babineaux)</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Newcomer of the Year</option> <option> - 2014 & 2015 FIW Manager of the Year (Butch Babineaux)</option> <option> </option> <option> Now do you believe in The Rougarou? </option> </select></center> <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cadetblue; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">#SWAGOLITION</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>"The Condemned" Lucas Bergeron</option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'4½"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>235 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>Kandiyohi, Minnesota</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Black Sabbath - 'Hole in the Sky'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Athletic - Strong Style - Brawler</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Exploder Suplex </option> <option> - Powerbomb </option> <option> - German Suplex </option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - The Manhattan Project</option> <option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - n/a </option> <option>Other Cool Stuff:</option> <option> - 2015 FIW ReVolt Match of the Year (vs. Nemesis, 6/6/15)</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Nemesis)</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Babyface of the Year</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ The Rougarou)</option> <option> </option> <option> Just Give The Lunatic A Chance... </option> </select></center> <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: 14b8ff; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">THE MAN IN BLACK</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>Jim O'Brien </option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'7"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>290 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>Grant's Lick, Kentucky</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Motörhead - 'Line in the Sand'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Strong Style Powerhouse</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Belly-to-Belly Suplex</option> <option> - Saito Suplex </option> <option> - Jackknife Powerbomb </option> <option> - Hells Bells-plex</option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - Hells Bells</option> <option> - F-Bomb</option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - 2x Fighting Spirit Champion </option> <option> - 1x co-holder of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World (w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option> <option> - 1x Ultimate Endurance Champion</option> <option> - 1x Spirit Of Honour Champion</option> <option> - 3x Dual Crown Champion</option> <option> Other Cool Stuff: </option> <option> - 2015 FIW Hall of Fame inductee</option> <option> - 2004 TNT Superstar Of The Year</option> <option> - 2004 Feud Of The Year (w/ Silent Rage)</option> <option> - 2004 Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Genocide) <option> - 2005 1st Runner-Up, TNT Superstar Of The Year</option> <option> - 2005 Co-Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Anarchy In The UK)</option> <option> - 2008 & 2012 Lady Luck Tournament Champion </option> <option> - 2008 Grand Prix Tournament Champion</option> <option> - 2008 Match of the Year participant (vs. Liam Mortell vs. Kiyoshi Nakahata @ FIW Summer of Sin) </option> <option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW Feud of the Year participant (vs. Ash Koopa)</option> <option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW (Face/Heel/Tweener) Turn of the Year</option> <option> - 2009 ReVolt Match Of The Year participant (vs. Ethan Adams @ ReVolt Against The Champions X)</option> <option> - 2009 FIW Tag Team Of The Year (The O'Brien Clan, w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option> <option> - 2009 FIW Duo Of The Year (w/ Kendra O'Brien)</option> <option> - April 2012 Superstar of the Month</option> <option> - April 2012 Storyline of the Month ("Dirty Deeds...")</option> <option> - May 2012 Superstar of the Month</option> <option> - May 2012 Match of the Month participant (vs. Damien Holburn @ FIW Deadlock)</option> <option> - July 2012 Co-Match of the Month participant (vs. Mad Dawg @ FIW ReVolt (07/01/12)</option> <option> </option> <option> So yeah, Jim was awesome. :-D </option> </select></center> | |
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| Mike "Ace" Rimmer | Apr 17 2008, 09:22 PM Post #9 |
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Colbert, the man who has said nothing apart from some interesting facial expressions for the whole time, now chirps up...with his own microphone. Somehow. Shush. Colbert: Yes you are missing something. We are all missing something here...and that is that I have to face that.....fucked up......Malkit or whatever he's called! I mean how the hell am I supposed to fight someone that doesn't even understand who's fighting who. I mean how do I prepare for that thing? I'm just fucking confused...can we start again? Ash is in a mood because he's had enough of the freaks, Jim's attempting to join us....of sorts....Malkit definately, and Drakes upset because his head looks like a nipple-less breast? General: You never make friends well, do you? Colbert: Where the hell did you come from? The General has appeared out of nowhere as usual, standning next to Colbert with his own mic. General: Internet. Colbert: True... General: Anyway...these answers... |
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| Dai | Apr 18 2008, 08:27 PM Post #10 |
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So as everyone waits for these Answers to appear, Kiyoshi Nakahata - who has not been in much of a hurry to leave the ring - finally steps onto the apron and gestures for a microphone. It takes a few restless moments for someone to realise what he wants, and then after checking that it's on by tapping it on his head, he steps back through the ropes. Restless is indeed the word for crowd by now, who probably don't really want to listen to the Yeti, even if he is a). in a suit and b). the Dual Crown Champion; and while they may be able to put up with his spiel, they don't seem to be too willing for him pull the tail of the long white coat he wears from the ropes. Kiyoshi: It seems to me, that this... He holds his hand out and rolls his fingers around trying to search for his name. It doesn't come, and he just shrugs. Kiyoshi: Whoever he is, he has made a grave error: Jim O'Brien is still walking. There is an excited whoop at the dropping of Jim's name, Kiyoshi even going as far as to hold his hand out in his direction. Kiyoshi: A man who has come forward as the figurehead, the leader of FIW; a man who even now is gathering people to join him. A man who most would think would be the perfect target for such a post-match attack. However, whatever pain was caused has passed, and Jim O'Brien now stands before us; with neither fear nor hesitation. So, whoever you are, I believe, and I am sure Mr. O'Brien here believes that you have failed. The hooting continues as Kiyoshi lowers his arm and starts pacing around the ring. Kiyoshi: And now, it comes out that this pointless fracas was done in Our name: the name of the Rejects... Jeers and cat-calls follow that name. Kiyoshi just accepts them with a good humoured shrug. Kiyoshi: And for this insult, Oh my Brothers, we must pay. There's some cheering at the thought of the Rejects paying, but a few are a little bemused that it's the Ichiban Reject who has brought it up. The Yeti carries on his stroll in the middle of one of the most confused arenas in America. Kiyoshi: It is the way it has to be. We have declared war on FIW, and FIW has declared war back on us. Whatever authority anyone does wield is not going to help Jim O'Brien get retribution. We can be fined, but since this is not a financial concern, it will not stop us. We can be suspended or even fired, but we will still appear. They can strip me of my title, but what does that do for the legitamacy of my successor? So if Jim O'Brien wants rid of us, he has only his two hands to help him. He stops walking and holds up two fingers, in order to better illustrate his next point. Kiyoshi: He has two options: first, he can hunt us down and physically cripple us. Now we're talking. The crowd like this thought. Kiyoshi: But surely that makes him no better than the ones who tried to do that very same thing to him. It makes him a villain and a bully, and if his presence here today shows anything, it is that this first option will most get him as far as it got us; face to face with someone out for vengeance... If the hint of the trailing off wasn't enough of a clue, Kiyoshi's finger pointing vaguely towards his own head might be a hint as to what he means. Kiyoshi: The Second option, the one I believe Mr O'Brien here prefers; is to step between these ropes, wait for the bell, and then fight us at every turn, and with strength and honour, rise above us, and eventually beat us completely. Kiyoshi, who had previously been speaking to the world at large, turns to face the FSC, with the corner of his mouth creeping up into a smile. Kiyoshi: I hope that I am right, because as far as I am concerned, that is the only way that this matter can be settled. The microphone hits the deck, and finally Kiyoshi takes his leave of the ring, taking a long, slow walk through the ropes and across the apron to the steps... |
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