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| Clockman89 | Feb 4 2009, 10:33 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]World Tag Team Championship Celebration[/align] *The scene opens up, as it often does in scene we're meant to see. We're in a hotel hallway, and we see a bunch of people coming down the hall. Phil, Corybantic, Coach Jefe, Wasabi, and a forced to be there Scotty wander down the halls, holding Phoenix and Hijo aloft in the air, each with a title around their waist. The entire entourage sings a familiar tune...* All: We are the chaaampions! We are the chaaampions! *As it always does in Phoenix title celebrations, it stops in front of a door. The two champions are let down off the carrying procession, and Hijo continues the next line as he turns the knob to the hotel room.* Hijo: No time for looosers, cause we are the chaaampions... *Hijo steps in and shuts the door behind him.* All: Of the wooorld! *Wasabi chuckles...this time Phoenix didn't lock them all out of the hotel room. Wasabi tries for the doorknob, but it doesn't budge. Sighing...he realizes Hijo beat Phoenix to the punch.* Hijo: Go away! I said I have no time for losers... *In his best, albeit still annoying, black chick attitude voice...* Phoenix: Oh no he di'in't! *Phoenix grabs Corybantic's head and slams it into the door, opening the door regardless of it's locked status. It's magic like that. Corybantic collapses to the floor as Phoenix steps in. Comically added cartoon effects are heard, and seen like "BIFF!" "WHAM!" And our favorite "BWAMMO!" before finally Hijo is tosses from the room towards Jefe. Hijo spreads his arms to be caught, and Jefe side steps, allowing Hijo to go face first into the wall. Phoenix closes the door as Hijo brings himself to his feet using Turmoil and Scotty, ignoring the dirty looks they give him. Shaking his head Wasabi tries the door again, to find its locked once more. Just like when Phoenix won the EPP Conquistadore Championship Cup...just like when Phoenix won the UMWA Create-A-Championship...* Phoenix: Go away! He said I have no time for losers. *Wasabi rolls his eyes as the scene fades.* [align=center]Revolt Fallout[/align] *The scene opens up, at another previous day. This time, the fallout of Revolt. We stand backstage shortly after the end of the Wasabi / Kai Min Lee match. Toby Bostock stands between Corybantic, whom is licking the back of his left hand, and Wasabi Dragon, whom stands breathing heavily after the match. His shirt portion is hanging from his waist, as it's attached to his lower-body tights by means of front attachment. The back-up mask is on, and various tufts of black hair stick out from under the mask and between where Corybant tied it earlier. The background is simple black drapes, and in front of it a steel cage side with the FIW sign hanging off of it crookedly, and deliberatly. Wasabi's hands are on his hips, and he looks at the ground. Corybant takes his licked hand and rubs his face with it before resuming the licking.* Toby: Wasabi that was...a terrible thing to see. A member of the Wasabi Dragon Legacy unmasked, I believe everyone in the crowd, including myself, felt your pain as you were...if I may say...barely defeated. Corybantic: Whaywar yuendac woud!? *Toby looks at Cory, and ultimately can't figure out what he said. As most people do, he humors the mentally challenged man.* Toby: It's uh...down the hall on the left? *Corybantic gives Toby a dirty look. Why can no one ever understand Coree?! Wasabi gives a short bark of a laugh.* WDXXIV: Let's not put down Kai Min-Lee's win here tonight by saying 'barely'. Or that he 'capitalized' on an injury. Although he attempted cheating, he failed thanks to a friend watching my back. *Cory smiles wide and puts his hands on his hips in that classic superhero pose. He cocks his head to the sky and stares off at that thing that people stare at when they do that...* Corybantic: Bejalas! *Miz and Morrison references aside...* WDXXIV: K-M-L won fair and square, and a warrior will never taint his enemy's rightful win. But mark my words, this win here doesn't mean the end of our attempts to get back Phoenix's mask. Toby: And yours. WDXXIV: Mine doesn't matter. Mine are a dime a dozen. Phoenix's is special. Phoenix's is important to him. Toby: I'm sure this loss puts a wrench into your plans of getting Phoenix's mask back as...well...you didn't get his mask back. What is next? WDXXIV: There's a couple of contingency plans that we'll have to go through, but in the end...mark my words...Phoenix will have his mask back. *Cory is still licking the back of his hand, occasionally rubbing it on his mask.* Toby: Is there any last minute things you'd like to... *The end of Toby's question we may never know...though we can hazard a guess. Because at this point there's some loud talkings off screen, and Toby's camera man Jorge pans to the left as Turmoil is finally seen once again. He still looks a little blue around the edges as he pushes his way past security. Turmoil steps into the interview area. Turmoil looks fairly worked up.* Turmoil: Hey, I heard you just lost your mask. *Wasabi nods, clearly scowling beneath his mask. A quick hug from the friends before Coree uses his wet hand to clean a part of Turmoil's mask. Turmoil smirks, and Toby turns his microphone towards Turmoil.* Toby: Turmoil! This is the first time we've seen you since your...uh...'round the world trip as it were. Turmoil: That's an odd thing to say... Especially after waking up in a box marked "Do not return to sender." And "Abu Dhabi." ...in Phoenix's hand writing... Toby: Well if I can ask you a question... Kai Min-Lee is now in possession of two of the TPCW masks. What do you have to say about that? Turmoil: Kai Min-Lee's a giant jerk, what else? Oh sure, Wasabi lost his fair and square, but even Phoenix deserves better. Toby: It's almost odd how every one says that by saying "EVEN Phoenix deserves better." Corybantic: Nahist naht. Toby: If I may ask, what kind of contingency plans have TPCW put in place to attempt to retrieve the mask? Turmoil: I know better than to discuss plans. But I will say this. Wasabi's not the only one willing to get into the FIW ring to face that mask stealing jerk. Toby: Are you then challenging Kai Min-Lee to a match? Turmoil: Not just any match, I'll even put my OWN mask on the line willingly, so long as he puts up Phoenix's. So Kai, if you've got the cajones you didn't show when stealing Phoenix's mask in the first place, we'll meet on a episode of... Hijo: There you are! *The camera pans slightly as Hijo steps into view and grabs Turmoil by the wrist.* Hijo: I've been looking all over for you, pal. Turmoil: I told you before, I am NOT your friend. Associate maybe. Hijo: Shut your pie hole, fatty. Turmoil: I am NOT fat! Hijo: It's due to all the association with Fattenstein's monster. Turmoil: How original. Hijo: I know, I just thought of it this morning. Anyway, come. *Hijo stomps off screen, pulling Turmoil with him. Turmoil vailantly reaches out for his comrades, whom fail to show any interest in even attempting to help him.* Turmoil: HELP ME! Buddha SAVE ME! And all the worldly possessions that I looooooooooooooooooove! *Turmoil's voice carries out as he's pulled away from his friends. Corybant chuckles as he watches. Corybant throws his hand back into Toby's face, and wipes his wet hand on Toby's face as Toby goes down after the thwack.* Corybantic: ThassaFeeknocks leevalstapadatai! Evarabadaynahs Buddhastaofahttah MOOvah! *Corybantic absent mindedly brings his hand back to his mouth and resumes licking as he walks off. Wasabi helps Toby up as the scene fades.* [align=center]Preparing For NS[/align] *The scene opens up in a McDonald's. Westeners have begun the assimilation of Japan. Next thing you know, they'll be watching TV... But as it is they're all too short to see the screen, so they're busy working on super robots that will allow them to see the screen. Because they're so, so short. Many would call that racism. You know what I say to that? Racism. It's hilarious. Anyway...the uh McDonald's restaurant in Japan. All's normal, there's short little jerks wandering around, the tops of their heads barely visible above the tables. Why do they make tables so tall in a country so short? 'Cause God finds the irony hilarious. Also hijolarious. Also perhaps I should look into some sort of attention focusing medication like that Thunderbird chap has. Oh well another time. Where was I now... Uh...oh yeah, so our foursome of Phil, Phoenix, Corybantic, and Wasabi all sit at a table by a window.* *Wasabi has a modest hamburger in front of him, and a small thing of fries. Phoenix has a couple of chicken sandwiches, revoking his feelings a month ago that he wouldn't committ canabalism. Phil has...the entire menu in front of him. Corybantic has a kid's meal. And by that I mean he has kidnapped a baby, has it laid on the table and is blowing raspberries on it's stomach. A couple seconds after the beginning of the scene, recorded by a small recorder placed on a pair of glasses Phil is wearing so he can easily aim while eating, a woman steps into view. She grabs the baby from Corybant, gives him a dirty look and walks off. Cory looks at his compatriots with a befuddled look on his...uh...mask.* Corybantic: WatCoreedoo?! *The rest of his cohorts in eating merely shrug as they continue to eat, and in some cases over eat. Corybantic pulls a sandwich away from Phil's stack, risking his hand being devoured.* Phoenix: Mmm mmm BIRD. WDXXIV: Uh... Sure. So Phoenix, how are you feeling after your week off? Phoenix: Week off my ass, Lopez had me arrested. WDXXIV: Did you bug him again? I thought I told you; He doesn't know you. Phoenix: I clearly recall a drug induced haze where I'm sure I met George Lopez, Cher and Dale Gribble! WDXXIV: For the last time, Dale Gribble is a cartoon character. Phoenix: That's a Gribble of an idea... WDXXIV: Argh. Phoenix: Get your hands off my wife or the next time I'll aim for the manican and hit you! WDXXIV: Stop quoting him. Phoenix: It may be far off helicopters...U.N. helicopters. WDXXIV: Coree. *Phoenix jerks as Coree kicks him under the table.* Phoenix: Traitor. Corybantic: Coreelakahas tahasamananian deeval. Phoenix: Mutiny because of a stuffed animal. How embarrassing. Corybantic: Teeyrehal tahmah! WDXXIV: Ugh. Anyway, you're back in action this week. Phoenix: Spiffy. WDXXIV: Phil, did you download the card like I asked? Phil: Yep. *Phil, one hand still stuffing his face, searches through his pockets with the other.* WDXXIV: Alright now this is FIW's big show. Nensai Senjou. It's their Superbowl. Phoenix: But I don't know how to play football! WDXXIV: ...You won't have to, you'll be wrestling. Phoenix: But aren't suplexes illegal on the grid iron?! WDXXIV: Yes... Phoenix: Ohh, I see. I should use more enziguris and spears than suplexes and hair pulls. WDXXIV: ...Sure, why not. Phoenix: Excellent... I'll blitz past the defense, streak up and down the field and end with a hurracanrana that rubs my naked groin all over John Madden's face! WDXXIV: ... Phil where's the goddamned card, I can't take much more of this stupidity. Corybantic: Feeknocks leevalstapadatai! WDXXIV: Indeed. Phil: Ah, here it is. *Phil finally pulls out a piece of paper.* WDXXIV: What's on it? Phil: Wrestling contests. You know, two or more contestants face each other in an attempt to hold them to the ground, usually over seen by an official of some type. Often named referees, or zebras in hilarious circumstances. WDXXIV: I meant match wise. And if you tell me Guy A vs Guy B; I swear I will let Phoenix twist your nipples again. Phil: NO! They still haven't gotten back to normal from the last time. For fuck's sake they resemble Ric Flair's floppy titties. Phoenix: ...So what you're saying is...you're suffering from titty-itis. Phil: ...No.... Phoenix: Hehe...tittyitis. That's fun to say. Come on Phil, say it. Phil: No. Phoenix: Say it! Phil: I'm not going to say... Phoenix: SAY TITTYITIS! Phil: I'm not going to say tittyitis. Phoenix: Too late. Phil: Damnit. WDXXIV: Read the card, would you?! Phil: Yes, yes. *Phil unfolds the piece of paper and the camera catches it in all it's cardy goodness.* Phil: Huh... There's a typo on the card. WDXXIV: What typo? Phil: Well it says the House of Orange versus Los Dos Hombres Enmascarados for the World Tag Team Championship. WDXXIV: How is that a typo? Phil: Well it says the House of Orange are still the champions. Phoenix: GASP! Come to think of it, I don't know where my title is! *Phil looks down into Phoenix's lap...and we'll choose to believe it's to show the tag team title around his waist. And not for other...more wangy reasons.* Phoenix: I KNEW I felt someone pinning me in the middle of the night! Those bastards clearly used some obscure 24/7 rule in effect only in Japan! Phil: Uh...no no. That was me. I dropped my nuts on your face. WDXXIV: ... Phil: ... Corybantic: Datdatdat. Phoenix: ... You better be talking about your testicles. You know I'm allergic to peanuts. WDXXIV: ... Phil: ... Corybantic: Datdatdat. Watda heeleesaronga witadaFeeknocks? WDXXIV: ...I don't know, Coree. I don't know. Phoenix: What are you talking about? I'm perfectly sane. No he's not! Yes he is! NOT! IS! *Phoenix pulls out of a bag near by the biggest hand gun in creation, and Freud still would have a thing or two to say about compensation... Phoenix fires it off once into the ceiling, causing the other people within the McDonald's to stand, scream, and run out of the building...a couple of them screaming about "Godzilla's back, and he's pissed!" * Phoenix: WHERE'S MY DOLLY?! ...I'm sorry what now? *Wasabi glares at Phoenix and he slowly but surely lowers the gun back into the bag.* WDXXIV: Well. Now that the cops are coming and I have to explain WHY you fired off a shot inside a McDonald's...and why you brought a gun with you...or how you managed to bring it over seas... Phoenix: I have friends in Romanian places... WDXXIV: What? Phoenix: You see there's this jerk in Romania that we came across in our ever popular professional travels that likes to travel via shipping crates! Well I called him up and asked him to mail himself and my gun here and... WDXXIV: I thought you hated Vlad because he took your wallet. Phoenix: ...Oh yeah that's right... That sonofabitch... I'm gonna go shoot him... *Phoenix stands while picking up his gun.* WDXXIV: Wait! At least take your medication before you go and shoot every pale manican in the city thinking it's him. Phoenix: Can do! *Phoenix pulls his bottle of pills out of his pants pocket and runs out the door, as the scene fades...* [align=center]Ninja Sojourn...or something like that[/align] *The scene opens up a short while later. Phil has gotten back on his scooter, for when Phoenix does a walking promo. Because Phil is such a fat fucking ass he can't walk anywhere without breaking a sweat. In the unlikely event he eats an orange, he'd break a sweat peeling the orange. We're on the night time streets of Japan, and Phoenix carries the hand gun, and stomps through the streets with some murderous purpose on his mindous.* Phil: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Phoenix what are you doing? Phoenix: I'm hunting someone down with the purpose of killing them, duh! Phil: I know, but I just think you should wait about forty seconds. I don't think we should do this... Phoenix: You got a better idea? Phil: Yeah, NOT doing it. Phoenix: Pft. Idiot. And what's this about waiting 'forty seconds.' Like some magical, MYSTICAL change is going to happen in that time frame? I'll have you know millions of forty seconds have passed me by in my life time, and not a one of them has effected my... *Phoenix stops walking, and the scooter stops...uh...scooting. Phil focuses in on Phoenix's eyes which glaze over. They slip in and out of focus, and his pupils do the Mexican hat dance around his iris before finally he shakes his head, making that odd "awuba wuba" sound that you make when you do it fast enough. Phoenix blinks a few times and his eyes go back to normal.* Phoenix: Uh... So as I was saying, this was just a scare tactic. Everyone knows Vlad's an umpire, and bullets don't kill umpires. I was just hoping he wouldn't know. Phil: Then uh... How about we put the gun away? Phoenix: Better yet, I'm kind of reckless in my non-drug induced state, and completely unlike my responsible self like right now. *How often do you hear that drugs are a good thing? NOT ENOUGH!* *Almost as if on cue a little street urchin stumbles out of an alley way. He smells...not nearly as much as Phoenix... He's dirty...not nearly as much as Phoenix... He's hungry...no where near as much as Phil... He hasn't eaten, he hasn't bathed, he hasn't done much of anything. He really hasn't even walked, as he stumbles with a crutch, and is missing the majority of one of his legs. Phoenix rubs the child's head and hands him the gun.* Phoenix: There you go! Sell it, and use the money to make your life better! *The child says something in Japanese and Phoenix continues walking, while Phil continues scooting.* Phoenix: Good kid... I think I'll call him stumpy. And never mention him after this promotional video again... Which makes me ask, why were you filming if I were going to murder someone? Phil: Evidence at your trial. Phoenix: Well you're a terrible friend, aren't you! Phil: Yeah, but you often deserve it. Phoenix: Indeed! *The two of them turn a corner.* Phoenix: So then Phil, what kind of questions are you going to ask me? Phil: The kind where you answer, and it promotes the match at the show. Phoenix: Spectacular! Phil: Hardcore Hangover was a gigantic night for you, finally putting to rest all the nay-sayers that said you couldn't get the job done in FIW. Anything to say to the nay-sayers? Phoenix: Pft, like their opinions matter. Phil: What a heel like thing to say. Phoenix: I am not the bottom portion of a hamburger bun, you fatass. But the 'nay-sayers' as you put it clearly don't know what they're talking aboot. I'm fucking awesome, as evident by the time I wrestled Cher in a drag queen match... What they don't tell you is that Cher's the one that died, and it's just Bono in drag. Phil: ...That's...that's quite disturbing. Phoenix: But yeah, these nay-sayers can go nay-themselves-in-the-ass. Phil: ...Do you know what nay means? Phoenix: I'm not a human dictionary, Phil. You fatass. But to answer the question; I think I've spoken for myself. Phil: ...As most people do. How does it feel to be one half of the World Tag Team Champions in FIW? Phoenix: It'd feel even better if that jerk Thunderbird had shown up to wrestle, so I didn't have to team with Hijo. Phil: ...But you are Thu...And Hijo teamed with him not you... So how the... Phoenix: Don't ask Phil. It'll only make things worse. I'm quite happy to be World Tag Team Champion, though it puts a carefully thrown wrench into my haphazardly decided upon plan. I was supposed to lose...then lose my match with the Dual Crown Champion...then proceed to lose in a GM match, and then a CEO match... And then win the universe by pinning one of those big headed Watcher jerks from the Fantastic Four comics... Phil: ...The Watchers have nothing to do with owning the universe. Phoenix: Pft, who wants to own the universe? They see all! Think of how many pornos they see at once... Phil: ... I envy them. Phoenix: Don't we all, Phil? Don't we all? Phil: Yes. Now Nensai Senjou is coming up, it's the big show of the year for FIW, and you're facing the House of Orange in a rematch for your championship. A no-time-limit has been enforced for it, which actually means the match doesn't entirely favor the champions, as that's what caused House of Orange to retain in their match against you and Hijo last year at Violent Fetish. Phoenix: Did we ever figure out if it was Violence Fetish, or Violent Fetish? Phil: We did at one point, but fuck if I can remember it. Phoenix: Well good. Neither one of us remembers our own FIW history sadly. Phil: Indeed. As I was saying, they're looking for their third reign, and both are undoubtably focused on it. Are you and Hijo prepared to deal with people that are so focused? Phoenix: Frankly we weren't prepared at Hardcore Hangover. I, at the very least, was sporting a hardcore hangover at Hardcore Hangover. Did you know sake was BOOZE? I sure as hell didn't... And I don't know WHAT was wrong with Hijo. He kept muttering something about Awe-full, and prices on camera operating robots. Man these midget people have everything. Phil: Even in your drug induced state you're kind of a jerk. Phoenix: It's in my blood, Phil. Phil: Although I do notice you've called me Phil more times than insulted me. Phoenix: Of course you lard ass that's so lardy that when his stomach jiggles its somniferous jiggling and wiggling causes entire countries to sleep. Phil: ... Phoenix: Because you're fat. Phil: Yeah I got that. Also, when did you learn the word 'somniferous'? Phoenix: I really haven't. That Russian jerk that keeps popping up was singing some song that said it. Once again, what the hell is a Vanilla Chig Champa? * Phil: No idea. A promo released earlier by the House showed the two of them clearly agitated by their loss of the championships not once, but twice in the same night. And once to you and Hijo del Awesome. Blake Orange in particular doesn't even want to speak of the match between the House and L-D-H-E. Phoenix: GASP! Is he trying to remove it from FIW LORE?! DOES HE WANT THAT FARCE OF A FUCKING MATCH REMOVED FROM FIW LORE?! Phil: Apparently... But that made not much sense...FIW Lore? Phoenix: Oh it makes sense to someone...somewhere...in charge...where it counts. *Wink wink Oni. Wink.* Phoenix: Frankly it's their own fault they had two matches before they fought Los Dos Hombres En-fucking-Mascarados. They didn't HAVE to challenge The Ordinary to a rematch so soon. For a business man, Blake's not that bright, you notice that? Phil: Indeed, but anyone that has the connections to the heads of Saudi countries is powerful indeed. Phoenix: Pft. When he has connections with the ass cheeks of Saudi countries, THEN I'll be worried. Phil: The uh...the pills didn't take full effect did they? Phoenix: I think that pill was half the dosage... Phil: Okay... But even so we have to give thanks where thanks are due, because had the House and SS&S not issued the challenge and won, even if Los Dos Hombres had still beat them, they wouldn't be World Tag Team Champions. So be polite and say thanks. Phoenix: Thanks! You stupid fucking morons! Phil: Close, I guess... *As the two walk and or scoot as the case may and or may not be, they head onto a bridge over water. Maybe it's troubled water. I don't know. Does Japan even have a river going through it? I don't think so... But it's needed for a joke coming up. So shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride.* Phil: I'm not entirely sure of what the House of Orange are attempting, but Harrison O'Reily acknowledges the need for something different for their confrontation with you and Hijo. I'm not too sure what the attempt was, it seemed to be Harrison O'Reily pretending to be the luchadore son of Blake Orange, using the monicker El Hijo Del Orange. Phoenix: Is he mocking Maxypads or El Hijo Del O'Brien? Phil: Either's possible, and EGADS you remembered someone in FIW you haven't had direct contact with. Phoenix: So uh...what happened next? Phil: Something about a gun...and uh...you know what? I don't know why we didn't make you sit down and watch it. Phoenix: It's one of the mysteries of the world, Phil. Phil: Right, well we should go do that... In the mean time we have this semi-recorded, anything you'd like to say, ask, comment, complain about, infer? Phoenix: Yes... *Phoenix stops walking...Phil stops scooting... Phoenix then brings his arms in front of him and flexes his muscles like Hulk Hogan does...* Phoenix: Blake Orange... El Hijo Del Crappy Luchadore... WhatCHU gonna do...when Phoenix goes all Phoenix-fu on your well toned poo-poos?! ** Phil: ...Well toned? Phoenix: I said the pill didn't work right. Phil: Why don't you try again... Phoenix: Okay. *Phoenix stands up right and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his pills. He shrugs his shoulders, mentally preparing himself to deliver some sort of an Awe-full line...* Phoenix: Because now...thanks to my new spiffy mental enhancing drugs... *Phoenix shakes the pills in his right hand...the side of him near the bridge...* Phoenix: This year has already begun to be the YEAR of the... *Phoenix spreads his arms like he did in one of the previous promos, extending his index and middle finger to resemble wings...unfortunately as he does so he sends his bottle of Ritalin flying, down into the water.* Phoenix: ...FUCK! *Phoenix quickly goes to the bridge guard rail and looks down into the water.* Phil: Year of the Fuck? Sign me up for THAT calender! *Phoenix glares over at Phil as the scene fades.* * Yeah I'm stealing that one guys' idea. Seems simpler than devoting another segment to it to explain it. In an AWL promo, Phoenix had a list of things on it, and it included "Vanilla Chig Champa" because the little Russian man was singing a song and mentioned it. The little Russian being Rurik Krychek. And the song being "Rosetta Stoned" by Tool ** Phoenix-Fu. The Martial Art created by Phoenix. It's sole attack and defense is throwing everything you can get your hands on at your adversary. [align=center]That's Not How You Do It![/align] *The scene opens up to the McDonald's again. It's night time... And the camera focuses in on a pale faced man with long black hair. He smiles politely and almost...eerily. The man's name is Vladamir Malkavius. He's traveled all over the world as a professional wrestler...and professional "Make sure the crates are secure from the inside in case anyone ever wants to ship a body via UPS" guy. That's how he usually ends up at the arenas... He's met Phoenix, and Wasabi during his travels and in fact beat Phoenix for the EPP for EPP's equivilent of a World Championship, in the form of a championship cup. Which also housed Phoenix's wallet. Which has since been Vlad's pride and joy....because Vlad's a fucking nut job. While I explained all that he remains staring forward, not doing anything. When out of the blue Corybantic lunges forward from behind Vladamir Malkavius famed va...uh...umpire...and sinks his teeth into Vlad's neck. As much as he can anyway. Vlad glares over at Corybantic...* Corybantic: Om nom nom nom! Vlad: That's now how you do it! *Whether anyone else likes it or not is irrelevant. Whether or not it matters doesn't matter. This has been a little segment to make myself and Skell chuckle. Fuck the rest of you.* [align=center]This has been a WASABIphoenix Production[/align][align=right]In part with Skell tolerating the use of Max Rowley, Vladamir Malkavius, and Corybantic[/align] |
[align=center]The Great 2019 Campaign: Krychek for Hall of Fame![]() FIW Grand Prix Champion (12 26 10 - 12 04 11 - Krychek) (12 29 14 - Present - Krychek) FIW Undisputed International Champion (05 31 09 - 07 26 09 - Phoenix) (12 05 10 - 03 27 11 - Krychek) (03 27 11 - 05 29 11 - Krychek) FIW World Tag Team Champion (01 11 09 - 04 19 09 - Phoenix) (11 07 10 - 01 30 11 - Krychek) (02 26 12 - 03 25 12 - Krychek) (10 06 13 - 10 13 14 - Krychek) FIW Fighting Spirit Champion (09 29 12 - 09 01 13 - Krychek) FIW Cruiserweight Champion (12 06 09 - 06 20 10 - Krychek) <div style="max-height:64px; width: 100%; overflow:auto;"> FIW Co-Rookie of the Year, 2009 Match of the Month, March 2010 Storyline of the Month, March 2010 Storyline of the Month, April 2010 Match of the Month, May 2010 Promotion of the Month, May 2010 Match of the Month, June 2010 Match of the Month, October 2010 Tag Team of the Month, November 2010 Match of the Month, December 2010 Promotion of the Month, December 2010 Multi-Person Promotion of the Year, 2010 ReVolt Match of the Year, 2010 Match of the Month, January 2011 Storyline of the Month, February 2011 Storyline of the Month, March 2011 Promotion of the Month, June 2011 Match of the Month, November 2011 Promotion of the Month, November 2011 Match of the Month, December 2011 Promotion of the Month, December 2011 Storyline of the Year, 2011 Match of the Month, February 2012 Tag Team of the Month, April 2014 Tag Team of the Month, May 2014 Storyline of the Month, May 2014 Tag Team of the Month, June 2014 Match of the Month, July 2014 Storyline of the Month, July 2014 (Rurik Krychek) Promotion Of The Month, July 2011 (Razorback) Storyline of the Year, 2011 (William Reign) Writer of the Year, 2010 Writer of the Year, 2011</div>[/align] | |
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