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| Twenty-Four Skipoo; WASABIphoenix Production | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 5 2009, 08:16 AM (59 Views) | |
| Clockman89 | Feb 5 2009, 08:16 AM Post #1 |
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Spiral Out, Keep Going
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[align=center]Oh Stumpy[/align] *The scene opens up in a hotel room the TPCW has invaded for sleeping and other misfit deeds. Phil and Phoenix sit on the couch, both in their boxers. Though you can't tell Phil's, because his ass crack as eaten it. He's a fat ass like that. Phoenix and Phil stare at the boobie-tubie for a few moments before it switches to a news station.* News Reporter: This just in. Japan's mascot, a lovable street urchin known by the name "Stumpy," because of his stump of a leg, has been captured following a murderous rampage. *Phoenix and Phil's eyes grow wide.* News Reporter: The death toll is still being counted, but it estimates at least five digits. Where Stumpy got enough ammunition is unknown, but when apprehended he drew the police a very clear and detail specific drawing of the man... *The tv screen proceeds to show a sketch that is unquestionably Phoenix's mask, however, with a pile of crap on his head, and visible stench lines.* News Reporter: Stumpy claims he was tired of being told he was so loved, and yet no one bothered to help him out of the streets. When the man named "Craphead" gave him the gun, Stumpy says he said to himself; it’s time these...quote "bitches" end quote...learned to treat me better. Stumpy was apprehended after police drove into his other leg, which required amputation... *Phoenix grabs the remote and quickly shuts off the television.* Phil: Poor Stumpy... Phoenix: Poor Stumpy my ass, what's with all these reports of crap on my head? Phil: Maybe if you bathed every once and a while... Phoenix: Maybe if you stopped being SO FUCKING FAT. Phil: What does that have to do with your not bathing? Phoenix: SO FUCKING FAT! *Phoenix stands up and storms out of the room... Phil grabs the remote and turns the television back on.* News Reporter: ...flocks of citizens are now clinging to a new street urchin to replace Stumpy, named HIV Ridden Stevie... *The tv shows a camera pointing at the little child coughing in the street, and clearly starving.* HIV Ridden Stevie: Why do you point that camera at me incessantly?! WHY WON'T YOU FEED ME?! Camera Man: Quiet! Stand there and be cute, or else... HIV Ridden Stevie: But I'm so hun...gry... *Stevie collapses, happening to fall into a pose that looks as though he's taking a nap. Despite the obvious passing out, the crowd apparently doesn't notice...* Crowd: Aww... Phil: ...Aw. What a cute kid. Too bad about that HIV stuff... *I'm increasingly hated by people. Christians, Jews, Blacks, Scientology, Mexicans, Ordinary People, Unordinary People, Extraordinary People, Unextraordinary People, and now HIV ridden people. But none of them matter. 'Cause they're all dirty, stinkin' whores.* [align=center]Twenty-Four Skipoo It's my twenty-fourth promopoo[/align] *The scene opens up, but it's dark. So how do we know it's opened up? Because we can hear a song. It's grungy. It's a cover. It's a garden of sound by Soundgarden. Better than a slave of audio by Audioslave, y'know? It's...Come Together.* [align=center]Here come old flat-top, he come...grooving up slowly. He got joo-joo eyeball, he one...holy roller. He got hair down to his knee. Got to be a joker he just do what he please.[/align] *The song continues and we see a blue boxing bag. A black boot covered with a red shin guard, and above it a red knee pad flies into view, kicking a low part of it. It flies out of view, comes back and kicks the mid section, and flies back out of view. It comes back in with a high round house kick to the top of it, and comes back out of the view. The camera begins pulling out, passing by a couple of wrestling ring ropes as Phoenix, wearing a pair of dark blue shorts back spins, leaps and slams both of the back heels of his feet into the upper part of it, before falling to the mat.* *The camera has pulled back to see Corybantic leaning in a corner of the ring, wearing exactly what Coach Jefe usually does, and is sipping on Jefe's usual beer. In the middle of the ring we see the boxing bag on a spring instead of hanging from something, so it flops back into position. The camera continues pulling out until we see Wasabi Dragon XXIV sitting in a steel chair. Both feet are firmly on the floor, his elbows on the knees, and fingers interlocked as he stares into the camera.* WDXXIV:: Another week. Another show. Another match. Rinse, wash, and repeat. That's the life of just about anyone in the wrestling profession. From the boys in the back that do the wrestling, to the referees that try to keep them all in check. From the announcers that call the plays we make, to the management that keeps us moving week to week. Each week starts the same, management waving a checkered flag and saying "go promote." Some talk smack, some do some smacking. Some make asses out of themselves for a different kind of entertainment, some just wind down and do it out of obligation, going through with a dull monotone voice for the sake of keeping management happy. Some try to teach you something, some use it to play mind games. Many do multiple of those options. Each week ends after bickering contests, back and forths, challenges and insults, and the competitors always spend the last time they have before the show going over everything. Often times they abuse themselves over mistakes made, even the simplest of mispronouncing can cause a hail storm of anger into someone, and cause them to doubt themselves. *Phoenix is back up and tossing a few elbows into the boxing bag.* WDXXIV:: Oh sure, we entertainers tend to always look confidant, but no matter how much confidence we expel on any given second, there's that voice in the back of all of ours heads going "Am I good enough this week?" Or "did I just pronounce cosmic wrong?" That was less a shot at Blake Orange than it was an example. No doubt, right this second he's look at himself in a mirror going "How the heck did I manage that?" But that's the pressure we all feel each and every week. No one's exempt, and anyone that says they are; are delusional... Hijo: Or the Hijo! *The camera pans to the side where we see El Hijo del Awesome Max Rowley holding a pumpkin pie in one hand and a slice of it in the other.* Phil: How did you get in here? Hijo: The door was open... *Hijo takes a bit out of his pie and wanders off as the camera resumes filming Wasabi. Random Hijolarity. It's what we're aboot.* WDXXIV:: ...Uh. Where was I now... The shows start each week the same for each competitor. The week of bickering, arguing, insulting, and licking our wounds have come to an end. We've decided on game plans, even if we've decided our game plan is to have no game plan, a game plan has been planned for the game. We all take that deep breath and we head towards our matches. The match starts the same, there's a crowd chanting, there's a bell ringing, and then you're in a fight. The out come varies, no one's ever sure how it will end. All we're ever sure is that the next week starts like the previous did, and like the next will. Management waves the checkered flag and we enter the period we're in now. It's tedious. Especially with people Blake Orange talking. *Above Wasabi, still in the ring, Phoenix changes from his elbowing to a couple of closed fists to the upper part of the boxing bag before leaping and enziguring the top.* WDXXIV:: I try not to "put down" people. I'm a respected member of the wrestling community...but it's hard not to when in nearly the same breath the man seems intelligent enough to contemplate the heaven's and God, and then speaks so greedily over something that's frankly low in comparison to a God as a World Tag Team Championship. Maybe he meant the whole thing to say that's just how much the World Tag Team Championships mean to him, but frankly it's highly blasphemous and heinous. *Phoenix has gone back to front elbows, forearms and jabs, occasionally giving a kick to switch up the offense.* WDXXIV:: One particular reason I find it as tedious to deal with Blake Orange as he finds himself plagued by Los Dos Hombres, when he persists in his denial that he and Mister O'Reily have crushed Los Dos Hombres at every match. When in reality the percentages and numbers all point to Los Dos Hombres being the more dominate of the two teams. For example, there have been nine contested matches, not including the Violent Fetish main event, where the teams have met, and one coming up. We'll include the up coming match as a tenth, to make the percentages easier to speak about. Obviously since neither team has won, we'll put that in a category called "Undecided." One hundred percent to give out, Undecided is one tenth of the matches, and would get ten percent to it's column. *Phoenix simply resumes the strikes.* WDXXIV:: Let's discuss the wins and losses now. Earliest known contest between a Los Dos Hombres member and a House of Orange member would be way back for the six man tag bout; where Lumberjacko, El Hijo del O'Brien, and Phoenix defeated Colbert Tottington, and the House of Orange. The first known confrontation between the teams gives a win in the LDHE column. Now I'll acknowledge now that Phoenix did not get the pin, but he was a part of the winning side, which counts. Next confrontation featured the first tag team match of Los Dos Hombres ever versus House of Orange, and Roxis. Roxis picked up the win, so to be fair to both teams we'll count it as a draw, as neither team won. So ten percent Undecided, ten percent Los Dos Hombres win, and ten percent draws. *Phoenix changes his offense by charging to the ropes, leaping onto the top rope, and back flipping off. He lands a dropkick to the top of the bag and manages to land on his feet, the momentum sending him down to his knees.* WDXXIV:: Then Harrison O'Reily defeated Phoenix, Max Rowley defeated Blake Orange. Then the next week, the fateful week of Phoenix having his mask stolen by Kai Min-Lee, Max Rowley single handedly defeated the House Of Orange in a handi-cap match. That brings us up to 10% Undecided, 30% Los Dos Hombres wins, 10% draws, and 10% House of Orange wins. Next match was the first World Tag Team Championship match, which ended in a draw. Harrison O'Reily then defeated Phoenix on the tournament slash Christmas edition of Revolt. That was then followed by Los Dos Hombres defeating the House of Orange for the World Tag Team Titles, and then SS&S defeating Rowley, Love, and Mortell. Bringing the total tally up to 10% Undecided, 20% Draws, 30% House of Orange wins, and 40% Los Dos Hombres Enmascarados wins. *Once the bag has stopped swaying around, Phoenix quickly leaps to his feet and leaps backwards with a pele kick to the boxing bag.* WDXXIV:: I know not everyone enjoys math, but I felt this was a more cemented way to prove the difference in Reality, and the House Reality. I could have simply argued "well when it came time for the World Tag Team Title matches, the House of Orange never successfully defended." Because they got off on a technicality of a time limit, and the next time they were defeated, two matches wrestled prior or not. But they could argue that with "we walked out with them. That's successful." Or "We wrestled two matches prior to their defeating us." But math can't be argued. *You've been argued with math. You've been Krychek'd.* WDXXIV:: They may come back and say "well they got lucky, or other people got the pins." But you know what? In the Six Man Tag, where the teams first encountered each other, lacking Max Rowley...Yeah Phoenix didn't get the pin... But you know what? This last week, where SS&S defeated Rowley and company... Orange didn't get the win either. So I'd rather not hear any argument about that match. *Phoenix is back to his feet, and practicing various back spin kicks. A spinning back kick, a leaping one, and another spinning one before he can't spin any more and still hit the bag. He stops to breathe, and the swaying of the bag hits Phoenix, knocking him to the ground.* WDXXIV:: I just want to make it perfectly clear, Los Dos Hombres Enmascarados have not been crushed week in and week out. They have not been destroyed. First win went to Los Dos Hombres, and Los Dos Hombres are the only one of the two teams to have gained back-to-back wins over the other team, thanks to Phoenix and Max Rowley respectivley. Blake Orange is lying to us, and I'm not going to pretend I'm a saint by never having said a lie or a mistruth, but simple research disproves him. *Annoyed with the bag, Phoenix lunges from the mat, and tackles the bag over onto the mat. Phoenix slams various fists into it.* WDXXIV:: And Blake, if you really are so tired of listening to Los Dos Hombres doing nothing more than mocking what you have to say...why do you still listen to them? Seriously... Timothy Leary may have spoken about "turn on, tune in, and drop out" but you can skip the first two, you know. I can only assure you neither Phoenix nor Max fear anything... That would imply they think enough about anything to develop a fear of something. I assure you that is far from the truth. They fear nothing, because they think nothing... Hijo thinks he thinks, and Phoenix simply doesn't think. *Phoenix then, having mounted the bag, begins slamming knees into it's sides...and begins obviously humping said bag, without care for others watching. Yeah. We've finally descended into that.* WDXXIV:: Also, Hijo and Phoenix had decent length careers prior to wrestling here. Phoenix had exposure in Mexico, Japan, around Europe, it's only as recent as the last...around three years that he's been frequently active in America. I can't speak for Hijo, but if you believe him he's held titles in all sorts of foreign countries that you've never heard of... You've never heard of the title, you've never heard of the company, and you've never heard of the country... Phoenix is a hero in Parts Unknown, as we all found out during his stint in UMWA last year. They've made their names. They've had their exposure prior to now. They're not riding on your coat tails, I'm sure defeating you and Mister O'Reily have given them a certain amount of fame within FIW, but only because the majority of the fans dislike you two, and there for anyone that defeats you would be considered awesome in their opinions...or Awe-full in Hijo's opinion. *Corybantic comes gibberishing his way into the scene, and sprays a bottle of water on Phoenix until Phoenix rolls off, trying to avoid being sprayed.* WDXXIV:: Something has definitely awoken within Blake Orange, and while Harrison O'Reily has his fun swimming with sharks, and wrestling with tigers...which I highly advise he stop, I would hate for Nensai Senjou to be over looked because one if it's superstars were eaten by a wild animal...Blake is searching to give an injury I fear. I do have fears Blake. Maybe Phoenix and Hijo aren't as highly evolved to have them, as they are apart of a human nature we should be thankful for. Mark my words, I am as honorable, decent, and respectable as a man as you'll ever come across. You can do what you want to Phoenix and Hijo within a degree. But if the brutality becomes too much...if it becomes less about the match and the title and more about the abuse and injuring someone... I will step in. And the Dragon's bite is worse than his bark. *Corybantic drags the bag out of the ring as Phoenix stands, disappointed... It's been so long...* WDXXIV:: I just hope for your sake Blake Orange... That you're not jumping into the rematch too soon... Because you did that last time... You jumped into getting your rematch with the Ordinary you and Smarky Smark didn't consider the next match, with Los Dos Hombres Enmascarados. Rash decision, like in poker, are never the right decision. *Wasabi stands and snaps his fingers to get Phoenix's attention. Phoenix turns to the camera...* Phoenix: Hey there true believers, Phoenix's the name, and flying's my game. I really don't have much to say because I'm clearly busy at the moment, but I have but one gesture to sum up all my thoughts...to Blake Orange...and Harrison O'Reily... *Phoenix raises his arms above his head, and brings them down on either side of his groin just before the scene abruptly cuts out. It's a symbol and frankly the flag of all degenerates... It's crude, and aggressive... It means just two words, and if you're not down with that...* [align=center]This has been a WASABIphoenix Production[/align] |
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