Post by Thomas Walker on Dec 5, 2010 22:07:57 GMT -5
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Charlies words beckon the one half of the deathmatch brothers to the stage, dressed to kill with red trunks and knee/shoulder pads accented with a pair of tubigrip wraps supporting his wrists. Raising his left hand overhead he steps to one side and waits on his partner (and brother) to join him.
The younger of the brothers themes bursts out the PA system, getting a mixed reaction from the almost capacity crowd.
Thomas echoes James outfit with full length blood red trousers and open front waist coat as he runs to the stage. Broken white text reading "Roadkill" covers the back of Tommys top shoulder to shoulder and he has decided to accent his look with a white beanie hat and black shades.
With a relaxed optimism exuding from the brothers--now joined by friend and manager Eric Steele--they slowly swagger to the ring, climb the apron and step on through between the middle and top rope. Taking the microphone from Charlie Tommy takes center stage while Eric gets in his now regular position at the announce table with Al and Colin while James awkwardly rests one arm around the tense looking Coors shoulders.
Nodding in response, Charlie struggles a smile with the hulking Huntsville native learing over him yet.
Sharing a word with his sibling Tommy is stuck for where to start with his rules though his wide eyes tell a story of their own, painting the picture of him as a kid in a candy store.
The referee straightens his zebra stripe shirt and refrains as best he can from interjecting in Tommys speech.
Extending the microphon to Charlie' James oversized paw stops the announcer from taking receipt of it and holds it down low while whispering some strategy to his partner. Returning the microphone to his brother James face dawns a smug grin as Tommy continues.
Retrieving a scroll of paper from his back pocket Thomas begins rattling off rules.
Recieving a head bob of approval from his Roadkill associate the bigger of the brothers releases Charlie as Thomas hands back the microphone to the announcer, following up by stretching center stage as James exits the ring and leans against a near by guard rail in anticipation of the contest.
To Be Continued
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~~Charlie Coors~~
"The following contest is a Roadkills Rules match, the nature of which is to be announced by Thomas Walker himself!"
"The following contest is a Roadkills Rules match, the nature of which is to be announced by Thomas Walker himself!"
Charlies words beckon the one half of the deathmatch brothers to the stage, dressed to kill with red trunks and knee/shoulder pads accented with a pair of tubigrip wraps supporting his wrists. Raising his left hand overhead he steps to one side and waits on his partner (and brother) to join him.
The younger of the brothers themes bursts out the PA system, getting a mixed reaction from the almost capacity crowd.
~~Charlie Coors~~
"Introducing first...Wrestling out of Huntsville Alabama and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds...THOMAS WALKER!"
"Introducing first...Wrestling out of Huntsville Alabama and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds...THOMAS WALKER!"
Thomas echoes James outfit with full length blood red trousers and open front waist coat as he runs to the stage. Broken white text reading "Roadkill" covers the back of Tommys top shoulder to shoulder and he has decided to accent his look with a white beanie hat and black shades.
With a relaxed optimism exuding from the brothers--now joined by friend and manager Eric Steele--they slowly swagger to the ring, climb the apron and step on through between the middle and top rope. Taking the microphone from Charlie Tommy takes center stage while Eric gets in his now regular position at the announce table with Al and Colin while James awkwardly rests one arm around the tense looking Coors shoulders.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Was that serious? I get to name the rules?"
"Was that serious? I get to name the rules?"
Nodding in response, Charlie struggles a smile with the hulking Huntsville native learing over him yet.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Well hell shit, bad news for Ocheeva."
"Well hell shit, bad news for Ocheeva."
Sharing a word with his sibling Tommy is stuck for where to start with his rules though his wide eyes tell a story of their own, painting the picture of him as a kid in a candy store.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Okay okay I got this. Rule number one, the classic, no disqualifications ofcourse. I can hit you with anything from the neighbours cat to the kitchen sink, and this lanky streak of piss in the stripes can't do a damn thing about it."
"Okay okay I got this. Rule number one, the classic, no disqualifications ofcourse. I can hit you with anything from the neighbours cat to the kitchen sink, and this lanky streak of piss in the stripes can't do a damn thing about it."
The referee straightens his zebra stripe shirt and refrains as best he can from interjecting in Tommys speech.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"What's next? Hmm, I guess I could say you're only allowed to use one weapon or you WILL be disqualified but then the fans wouldn't think I was a truly deserving winner. Fuck, when did I ever care what they thought--Ocheeva you can use but only one weapon in this match. Be it a chair, a bat, I don't give a shit but lets be clear. You get to use ONE bat or ONE chair, you break or 'lose' that thing and it's too bad."
"Third, and perhaps final if I can't think of another, while I shall be allowed to leave the ring for any duration and still be 'in' the contest YOU are still mandated by the ten count. It's only fair."
"I think that's all I have for now..."
"What's next? Hmm, I guess I could say you're only allowed to use one weapon or you WILL be disqualified but then the fans wouldn't think I was a truly deserving winner. Fuck, when did I ever care what they thought--Ocheeva you can use but only one weapon in this match. Be it a chair, a bat, I don't give a shit but lets be clear. You get to use ONE bat or ONE chair, you break or 'lose' that thing and it's too bad."
"Third, and perhaps final if I can't think of another, while I shall be allowed to leave the ring for any duration and still be 'in' the contest YOU are still mandated by the ten count. It's only fair."
"I think that's all I have for now..."
Extending the microphon to Charlie' James oversized paw stops the announcer from taking receipt of it and holds it down low while whispering some strategy to his partner. Returning the microphone to his brother James face dawns a smug grin as Tommy continues.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's a good one. Should you be counted out, disqualified, pinned or submitted I win. You? You can ONLY win by pinfall. Lets make it you have to pin me for a five count while I still only have to get yours for the three. Thanks for that one James. We done here? Infact, hang on."
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's a good one. Should you be counted out, disqualified, pinned or submitted I win. You? You can ONLY win by pinfall. Lets make it you have to pin me for a five count while I still only have to get yours for the three. Thanks for that one James. We done here? Infact, hang on."
Retrieving a scroll of paper from his back pocket Thomas begins rattling off rules.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Number five, throwing YOU over the top ropes counts as a victory. Number six, You have to fight the match with no shoes or socks on. Number seven, you bleed and you better believe you lose. Number eight, I bleed and you better believe you still lose! Number nine, Darkness Falls and Eternal Sleep? Nope, they're banned. Use either of them and you lose. Number ten, if at anytime his royal highness--being me--decides he wishes to take a break he can make a 'tag' to his brother James, he can be as involved as he liked the rest of the time but in an act of fairness to you, the peasant, only the legally tagged king can make or indeed take a fall."
"Number five, throwing YOU over the top ropes counts as a victory. Number six, You have to fight the match with no shoes or socks on. Number seven, you bleed and you better believe you lose. Number eight, I bleed and you better believe you still lose! Number nine, Darkness Falls and Eternal Sleep? Nope, they're banned. Use either of them and you lose. Number ten, if at anytime his royal highness--being me--decides he wishes to take a break he can make a 'tag' to his brother James, he can be as involved as he liked the rest of the time but in an act of fairness to you, the peasant, only the legally tagged king can make or indeed take a fall."
Recieving a head bob of approval from his Roadkill associate the bigger of the brothers releases Charlie as Thomas hands back the microphone to the announcer, following up by stretching center stage as James exits the ring and leans against a near by guard rail in anticipation of the contest.
To Be Continued