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Post by Psychotic Circus on Apr 12, 2013 0:23:19 GMT -5
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of THursday Night Triumph! Last week we had a damn..
"Hold your shit there, Fuzz. I'm getting word that we're about to receive a very special visitor here in just a few minutes..."
"Who the hell thinks they can just come out here and rain on our parade!? I'm the damn voice of this company!"
-A loud boom cut Collins off before his stupid mouth can go any further. The iconic sounds of static filled the air as the trumpets of oncoming doom sounded.-
-The man who owns all of your asses started to come out from the backstage area, stopping for a few moments to breath in at the top of the entrance ramp before he started making his way to the ring.-
"...he doesn't look happy, I think Haven needs to wise up to the situation at hand."
"Fuck, like that'll happen."
"Haaaaavvvvven. It's time to come out an play. I wanna know what your stipulations are, and I want to know them right this god damn minute. No more hiding, no more friends. It's just you and me now...right here, and nothing will stop me from getting to you...and devouring that fine... succulent soul of your's. Don't bring your friends either, or else they too shall fall down before you yourself meet their fate...only, I've got a beating on a much higher scale of pain ready for you...Last week, that was cute, but now you've only made the dragon madder...get your frilly ass out here, let's talk business..."
-The Psycho King leaned against the turnbuckle, a half smirk spreading over his face as he watched the Honor-tron for any sign of his victim coming.-
TBCB: Wolfie
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Post by haven on Apr 14, 2013 11:20:36 GMT -5
The Honor Tron switches feed to show a bridge overlooking a large body of water somewhere in Nebraska. The camera's eye pans around to a humming sound, Haven Cassady suddenly showing up in its view, Jaggy's dead fetus of a son cradled lovingly in her arms.
"Hush little baby don't say a word. Momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing.... well good because you're ugly little dead ass doesn't deserve it!!! What would you even do with a mockingbird you little shit knuckle? You're dead! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! Ain't that right Jaggeroth? Why am I even talking to you, kid? You can't hear me because you're DEAD and you have no ears! I have your ears!"
Haven playfully dangles the necklace she made out of Little Jaggy's ears. The Great Satan of GHW fumes with great fury in the ring, his anger so profound that when he raises the mic to speak he can find no words to bellow.
"Jaggeroth, last week wasn't planned. Jack Tracks, Big Jim and Cletus simply did what was right. They have good in them. Every one does, except maybe you. They are now a part of this war whether they like it or not, and I am so glad they are allied with me. For what they did I am forever in their debts. Now, as for the stipulations. That's plural by the way, not singular. At Rise of the Fighty fighty persons it will be a Falls Count Anywhere, Anything Goes, Triple Threat Iron man match between myself, you and Millson."
The crowd roars with favor of the announcement, and Jaggy himself seems pleased.
"What the hell is she doing? That's suicide."
"However, there's a catch. In order for you to score a fall you must incapacitate me for a 10... no... 20 count and then force Millson, the greatest submission artist we have on the roster, to tap out. As for Millson and I, well, all we have to do in order to score a fall is to pin, submit, or render someone unconscious for a ten count. Oh and there can be no interference on anyone's behalf. No horde, no Simpson, No Tracks or Big Jim... yadda yadda. if someone does interfere, then the person they aided shall be ejected from the match completely."
Jaggy starts taking out his frustrations on the bottom ring rope. He'd been bested yet again by his inferior foe. The fans, on the other hand, eat it up and cheer their collective lungs out.
"What a blockbuster match! Wolfie is tough as hell. You can't keep the woman down for long, so giving herself a 20 count was brilliant. And Millson, he knows the counter for every counter and can tap anyone on the roster at will. Wolverina has didded up a good one here." "Not only that, but she and Millson have excellent cardio. They can go for an hour straight, Jaggeroth not so much. For Jaggeroth to score two falls to count as one is genius on the part of the the Queen."
Haven casts a sneer into the lens.
"And perhaps the best one of all. If you lose, you give up all power and assets of GHW to either Dow Jones or someone of the Board of Directors choosing."
Jaggeroth blares out the longest string of obscenities ever recorded and is about to explode, literally.
"If you do not accept these terms, your little boy plunges into the lake and is never found again. If you accept, your boy will be returned to you tonight so you may give him a proper burial at a secret place where nobody can ever defile him again. Remember, verbal acceptance is just as binding as a written contract. So what's it going to be?"
She extends the fetus frame over the bridge and loosely dangles it there.
TBCB Jaggy
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Post by Psychotic Circus on Apr 16, 2013 1:44:57 GMT -5
-The Psycho King looks up towards the honor tron with sullen eyes, eyes that mouthed "what a stupid cunt." for him as he reached down into his trench coat and pulled out a Bud Ice, the crisp, clean taste settling his frizzled nerves.-
*slllluuuuuuurrrrrrrp*
"What do you think he's going to do? He's just standing there, drinking a beer."
"I know, this is kind of creepy. Usually he's all pissed off and ready to do whatever to get at his victims within smacking range. It's almost like...he's making an educated decision! We're all fucked now!"
-The Psycho King continued to slurp on his frosty beverage of ill repute as Wolverina looked on confused as to what he was trying to do here.-
"Um, hello?"
"You shut your god damn mouth until I'm ready to speak, you stupid twat! I'm going to finish my beer..."
-Jaggeroth titled his head back and gave the can a hard chug at the hole, forcing the aluminum to implode on itself in his palm. The mic was raised up again as the King of Evil Intentions leaned against the ropes on one side of himself and looked back up towards the women who held his child hostage.-
"So, this is your big end all? You're going to prove how just and righteous you are? By giving more evidence to support my feelings of hatred and malice towards you? You're going to take everything away from me this time, not just my family, but everything I worked my ass off for this time? Just gonna leave a smoking crater in my assholes, eh? I didn't really care what your stipulation was going to be, because honestly I knew it was going to be as retarded as a My Little Ponies fanboy. So don't you come at me with this incredibly stupid scheme that you stayed up all night thinking really, really hard about because you know you can't do anything to me anymore. You know, and I know, that if you chuck my child into a river, there's no going back for you, no one will ever want to talk to you or be friends with the women who drops dead kids into a damn river. So don't be doing any plotting, Haven...because that's my job, you harlot!"
"Oh shit, he must have gotten some sleep for once. He's actually seeing everything clearly now!"
"Oh shit...do we get underneath the table now, or do we wait for the fog and what not!? I'M SCARED!"
-The Psycho King pummeled the mat like a caged animal looking at a delicious child-sized treat while Haven looked on worried and confused at his sudden actions.-
"Why don't you show me that you've actually got a set of ovaries deep down inside you, why don't we do things differently!? Because this circle of chaos has to end sometime between us. We need the definitive answer. Who is the better Nebraskan!? Who's the real person between us that deserves the parades, the statues and all the glory. We don't need to continue after this...we need to finish this once and for all. Not that I'm going to stop, mind you, after I destroy you, I promised you I'm going to destroy everything you've ever loved, and I have a surprise for someone you once loved long ago...but that night is going to be between us...and Millson. I need an answer that no one can take away, or dispute! I need Hardcore Heaven! And I need you to accept that challenge! Three way Hardcore Heaven match, and if you agree to it, I will even put my company, NO! Both companies on the line! That's right...if you win, you win the belt, the glory, the honor, and two highly profitable conglomerations. Now, make the smartest, yet dumbest choice of your career...and just say yes."
"Hardcore Heaven!? The same match that Jaggeroth used to retire Ryan Hughes! And everything is on the line this time! Every last thing!"
"The fans are shouting their little heads off at this! There's no way she'd accept! That's suicide. She'd be locking herself into a steel hell with two men who want to rip her apart..."
"That is...unless you're too scared to face the big bad man in a real fight?!"
TBCB: Have-Have
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Post by haven on Apr 16, 2013 18:05:42 GMT -5
She curls up her lip at the actions and words of the Master of Macabre. He had spoken some truths in there and she hated him even more for it. Jaggeroth watches on with an all knowing smirk as Haven slowly brings his lil baby boy back into her cradled arms, away from the bridge threat.
"Hardcore Heaven, huh? The match thought up by you and tailored made for you to win? The same carnage laden battlefield that you retired the oh so great, in his own mind, Ryan Hughes in? The same dip shit Brit with the jacked up teeth and cologne that smells like a blast of bottled farts? That's your big counter, because you aren't man enough to accept my offer? Really? Hmm."
She looks out over the bridge then down at Jaggy Jr in her arms. A frustrated sigh follows her, disbelief forming over her face at the sudden revelation that she'd been bested.
"You know me too well Jaggeroth. You're right. I can't toss your dead little boy over this bridge. But I can do this..."
Without warning, she tosses the little shit stain into oncoming traffic, right into the path of a, ironically enough, Bud Ice beer truck. The big rig absolutely obliterates the tiny, brittle fetus, sending it into nothing more than a thick cloud of dust and teeny tiny bone fragments. The 18 wheeler slams on its brakes and almost hits a few other cars before coming to a full stop. Haven, now a bit paranoid of getting arrested, quickly looks into the camera and points threateningly at the lens.
"Challenge accepted! At Rise of the Fighty fighty persons I'm going to stamp you out like the end of a midnight cigarette, motherfucker."
"Oh my f&^%$#g GOD! She just hurled him in front of that Bud ice truck! I can't... I just... I am at a total loss!" "Even for a guy like Jaggy, that's cold. But if I know Jaggeroth, he's probably more concerned with the condition of the beer in the truck."
With that, she departs in a mad dash, the feed going blank as other motorists converge on the scene.
EOT
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Post by Psychotic Circus on Apr 16, 2013 21:57:04 GMT -5
Your fate is sealed. PREPARE FOR DESTRUCTION!
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