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 Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 7:39 pm
*As the camera is turned on, only the buzzing noise of the camera can be heard. There is no light anywhere that can show what is going on, but the breathing of a human is heard not too far away from the camera. Suddenly, a loud noise is heard, as if a switch had been turned on. The noise is also followed with a light. The light only seems to shine down onto the straight direction of the camera. The cone of light shows only a few things, a steel folding chair with the BTWF colours and logo, and one Big Daddy, dressed down in a black t-shirt, tight black jeans, his face seems a little scruffy, as if he hadn't shaved in a few days, and his infamous silver rimmed sunglasses. The light also shows the shadow of the camera, but it doesn't show a shadow of a person holding it, but rather a stand that keeps the camera still. Big Daddy gets out of the seat that he was sitting in, folds it up then places it on the ground.*
So, welcome to evil, eh? It is a nice place once you get used to it. I was told just recently that do I know evil as a friend, or do I flirt with it like the common bimbo? The answer, of course, is the second option. Why would I say such a thing? It is true that evil is not my game, my game is to win, to be king of the mountain, to show all that I am the end all and the be all to wrestling. That is why I'm here.....but it's not the darkness I wish to show you all, it's the glorious contraption that hides within it.
*Big Daddy then turns his back to the camera and yells out "Turn on the lights!" into the darkness. Seconds later, the loud noise of a switch being flipped on is heard yet again. As the light comes on to follow it, it seems that Big Daddy is surrounded by a fifteen foot high steel cage, which seems to be surrounding a ring, much like the one in the Barton arena.*
For all of you that are guessing, this is the Barton arena, this is a cage, and for the few slow people out there, such as Hell, I am Big Daddy. Why the cage you ask? It surrounds the ring. It makes sure no one gets in, or out. It has a way of settling the score. That's not all that it's used for, not by a longshot. Sure, it does keep people within it, and out of it, but that's only scratching the surface of what it can do. It is the main component of the famous Garden of Evil. Shaped like a dome, using many pounds of chain to be linked together and bought into a shape of pure evil. It will make no one escape the boundries it has been set to give, and no one will be able to enter once it has dropped itself down onto the ring and been solidified there. Maybe I should have requested the steel mesh on Madness, since it seems to be the same story over and over again.
*Big Daddy walks around the cage, collecting his thoughts it seems. He then looks down to the ground and picks up the chair that he sat on earlier. With the chair in both of his hands, he begins to talk again.*
It was nothing more than a brawl, a feud that has history. Maxwell my boy, we've been at this game for too long. It all started back in April, when you beat me in a three on one match. You thought you'd get you're glory when you took the BTWF title from me. Then at the Tournament of the Gods, I got it back, beating you, and you were arrested for you're pitiful crimes. A month and a mistrial later, you seem to be back on your feet, wanting more. You can't get over the Big Daddy phenomenon that has swept the land. We did it, right here, one on one, no disqualification. You were down for the count, you were ready to take the last rites with me to win, but a good friend and even greater enemy than you showed up and saved your a**.....Darson Grays. One Oblivion through the table later, he dragged you over for the pin. You didn't beat me Maxwell, you and Darson did. Another cheap win for you it seems. You can't seem to beat me fairly for that nice one, two, three.
*Big Daddy pauses for a minute, looks down at the chair that he wields in his hands, then he begins to smack the cage with it at full force. The cage shakes and rattles, but Big Daddy does it again, and again, and again. The chair is dropped after the last shot and he turns back over to the camera.*
That's what it feels like to have victory snactched away from you at the last second. This week seems to be a little bit more different though. I mean, I get both Maxwell and Darson, but I'm nowhere near alone in this match, I have a man that has proven himself in the past. He's beaten a BTWF heavyweight champion by pinning the man in the centre of the ring. He held the BTWF small fry championship with pride until he wasn't even beaten for it. He turned his back on his friend and went out for something that only he himself could get. That man is Shady. Sure, he doesn't seem like a completely profound household name as my own, but his accomplishments speak for himself. He knows how to get things done within the BTWF. He's a man on a mission, the true evolution of a superstar. Shady, much like myself, discards all of the useless parts needed to find the true path in life that leads him down the road of righteousness. The man has gotten into the Garden of Evil, he has a shot at the title. But Shady, don't get your hopes up too far, we are tag partners in our match at Madness, and yes, we do go in there and show what evolution is all about, but when it comes to the Garden of Evil, the belt stays here, you remember that.
So Darson, you felt real special doing that Oblivion to me through that table, didn't you? Was that the only thing that made you feel special enough after being beaten on two seperate occasions by me for the greatest prize in the game? Maybe it wasn't. I'm sure it had another point. Was it the fact that the belt has warped your mind? Is it the fact that you've lost the mental capacity to control yourself when the title is a factor? I've seen that before, it isn't a hard thing to pass up, believe me. Much like Maxwell, he's still on the fact that he wants some of the Big Daddy craze. You'll get one last shot Darson, at Ragnarok, as you are also an announced member of the Garden of Evil. Just remember, like I told Shady, the belt doesn't move, doesn't leave, doesn't disappear from me, not today, not tomorrow.....
*Big Daddy then walks right up to the camera, being no more than two feet away from it, showing possibly the best looking face in wrestling today. Big Daddy then whispers the last part towards the camera.*
.....NEVER!!!.....Daddy-O!!!
With this, the camera is turned off right after this is said, as all that is seen now is harsh reality of it being.....
.....Pitch Black
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 12:17 pm
*The Lights fade into darkness and the crowed begin to stare at the entre knowing who might come out..Then after awile SuperBeast Begins it opening as the crowed begins to jeer as Kutterman walks out with hes bat over he shoulder not looking to happy*
Hartman- Looks like Hes not in the best mood....
Sharpton- No s**t shermlock!!! He was cheated out of the fricken garden of evil
Hartman- *sarcastily* Sure he did
*After the bref moment of there chat Bryan steps in the ring and just grabs the mic out of Victor Cross hands and points to the outside and begins to speak*
"Now I know that most of you know im angry...Your wrong.....IM PISSED OF BEOND BELIFE!! I Had Dars Beat down like the dog he is I was this close making him tap to the Cross hairs...But no Darsons Grays "Knight in shining armor" Came to save hes sorry a**...The Man that "Hates" me.......ROCKY *The Crowed cheers for hes name* "Shut up all of you...Now Rocky this is getting out of control This has to end sometime....And when it dose...I WILL BE THE ONE WALKING THE BARTOWN CENTER AS THE VICTOR!!! *The Crowed jeers heavely after hearing those words.*
"Now This madness im am the ref for Rocky Vs Twist match..... *Laughs to himself* "Ha ha I find it somewhat ironic..Im going to be somthing i beat down week after week...After week O well...Now to the two man that are in this match a message...Im not like the a*****e refs in the back...If you lay one hand one me or even ignore me...You will end up like Shome...Mashed..." *Gives a sick smirk as the crowed jeers more*
"Speaking of shome I also hav a small message for him an the other refs too...If you ever...AND I MEAN EVER GET IN MY FACE AGAIN....You WILL get mashed!!!"
"Now on the the next ppv...Rocky vs Kutterman 3...Yes Rocky Three..Three meaning how many times we hav bein on a one on one match..Three Meaning how many times we fough are hearts out for the fans....Three meaning the times I hav sent you to the bartown genral...Three meaning how many times i left the ring without getting carryed away in a blood, Sicking way...So Rocky...Kutterman vs Rocky 3 isnt a match....ITS...A...WAR!!"
*Throws the mic at Cross and walks away with a sick smirk on hes face as superbeast hits again*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 3:26 pm
*The Bartron flickers to life and all that csn be seen is the bottom half of Xunkai's face for the rest is covered in darkness*
*In the backround Riona's words play over and over again of what she said*
*Suddenly it stops and Xunkai starts to talk*
So Riona im the b*****d child am I? Just because I beat Alex Auldron. You claim to be what the BTWF needs to survive well as far as I see it we were doing better without you. It doesn't matter to be if you have come back for good or if you are coming back until your blind stupidity comes back. I dont care if you train Alex Auldron. I dont care what you call me. All I care about is doing my best to give the crowd what they came to see a good match. The only reason the crowd never liked you Riona is because you had no real talent you took a ride on every one elses talent and I for one will help put a stop to your cheap talk. As for your project of training Auldron you better hope you came with alot of plans because I will not lose. You have a big mouth you have alot of confidence but do you have what it to back up your words or are you just full of hot air?
*Xunkai disppears and wording appears*
Riona your time is coming.
*The words disappear and the Bartron goes back to its idle state*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 3:43 pm
*The BarTron flickers on in its mysterious ways as usual but all that shows up on the screen is black. Suddenly a voice is heard yelling in the background about a lens cap still being on the camera. That leads to the screen suddenly filling with an image of Steve Twist who takes the cap off the camera and throws it at who could only be his personal cameraman Chang Lo. Steve seems to be in a lot better mood then last week while he sits in the basement of his home in Muskegon, Michigan. The basement is uncannily large and holds three wrestling rings that are kept to almost perfect shape. Steve however sits just outside of the first one which is a regular 18x18 foot, 4 sided ring. The others include another 4 sided ring and even a 6 sided ring but Steve seems to be focused on one of the 2 huge television monitors he has set up in the basement. Steve is sitting facing towards the monitor on the wall but the camera is looking directly at him as to not see whatever it is. Steve is dressed in his wrestling attire surprisingly and seems to have sweat pouring down his face. He has a white towel that is hung across his shoulders. It goes about halfway down his torso to his black elbow pads which rest on his legs. He has his blue wrestling tights on along with his blue wrestling boots and black knee pads. As the camera zooms in a bit more it can see not only the marks Steve’s wrist tape left after he took it off but also the perspiration on the wrestling ropes of the ring right to the side of Steve. The black pads that surround the ring and are under Steve also look a bit wet too. Steve continues watching the screen intensely before he has seen enough and shuts it off. He hits the rewind button and the hum of the VCR is heard as Steve turns around to face the camera. He doesn’t look happy and a small gulping noise can be heard from Chang Lo since Chang thought he wouldn’t end up dealing with an angry Steve today. Finally Steve begins to speak…*
“And this is what I get after being out of the ring the past two weeks…I get a special referee match with Bryan “Brain Dead” Kutterman. But at least there is one good thing about this and that is I finally get my match with Rocky, one on one, mano e mano, this is been over a month in the making now and all I can say to Brian Blade is that it is about damn time. This is not just a match you see, this is what wrestling is about. This is what the fans in the Barton Arena have been waiting for come every Madness and PPV. This is the match those fans wanted to see and I can’t blame them. After all look at how much this rivalry has grown. At first I didn’t think of Rocky as much more then another nuisance to my indomitable Gaia Championship run that would see me beating countless individuals but that isn’t the case anymore. Both Rocky and I have matured over this past month in some ways we didn’t like but were necessary. Rocky learned what this title means to me and I learned what this title means to Rocky.” *Steve pulls the Gaia Championship off of the ring apron and slings it across his shoulder.* “Unfortunately for both of us this title isn’t on the line because Raymond Kage is now the number 1 contender but I’ll get back to him when I’m damn well ready too.”
“You see, even with this title out of the picture this match still has history and still has two of the top athletes in the BTWF today in it. Rocky is a mean lean 260 pound and 6 foot 4 inches tall while I’m 235 pounds and 6 foot 2 inches tall. That isn’t a whole lot of difference there but it is going to matter in a match like this. Because Rocky, I’m not coming out as a high flyer this Tuesday, I’m coming out as a wrestler and not just a wrestler. I’m coming out there this Tuesday as the best wrestler in the BTWF period. Sure it seems we have someone who just recently returned that thinks she is but quite frankly she hasn’t shown me more then a load of hot air and a NeoFighters Championship run. Well I hate to tell you Riona but being on the loser show and making it better isn’t an accomplishment, it is just a waste of time. But your plans aren’t my concern and I know you intend to keep that feeling mutual so back to my match with Rocky.”
“Rocky, this one is where I finally prove that I can beat you one on one. This is where the talking stops and the wrestling begins because I promise that this Tuesday I will walk out of that ring holding my head high having beaten you 1, 2, 3 and there isn’t a whole lot you can do about it. Now there is something that is bothering me and that is having Kutterman as the guest referee. Well I know you hate both me and Rocky Bryan but let us have this match be a fair one. Call it down the center and then after the fact you can do whatever your sick mind wants. I say this because to me a clean great match is a lot better then a tainted great match and that is what I want Tuesday. So if you want me or Rocky then you better call it straight otherwise you’re the only one that is going to be knocked out on his back this Tuesday. That isn’t a threat or a promise, it just is…”
“But now onto a man that is going to continue to be a thorn in my side throughout this month. Raymond Kage, you are one sick sadistic pile of s**t but that isn’t going to stop you from getting your a** beat by Xunkai this Tuesday and then getting the most brutal beating of your life at Ragnarok. And don’t make me go into why this is going to happen Kage. I mean you come out and whine like a little baby about not getting pinned by me at fadetoblack, which really isn’t my fault seen as how I can’t pin 3 guys in a non-elimination match. And then you decide to take advantage of Xunkai who was in the back checking out a match where his Small Fry Championship was on the line without him in it and attack him. You interrupted my Tale of the Tape to come out and throw him off the stage afterwards and then you drove off into the night like a scared little b***h. Well guess what Kage, redemption is coming soon. I’m going to rescue you from these ways by destroying you and taking you out for good. First it was Kutterman, Tuesday it is Rocky, and at Ragnarok it is you who will be beaten by the best. At Ragnarok Kage, your career isn’t what I’m ending, it is you!”
*Steve’s eyes burn with a certain fire after this showing something unseen in him before he slowly starts to get to his feet and starts to walk away before turning back to the camera one last time.*
“It is time to you paid for your sins, paid for them in blood…”
“A Storm is Brewing!”
*With that Steve walks off but Chang Lo isn’t satisfied for some reason as he looks around at Steve’s VCR where the tape he was so glued to was placed. On to of the VCR was a yellow package that had bubble wrap in it, most likely for shipping the video. Chang observes it more as the footsteps of Steve walking up the stairs fade away. It seems that the return address was from the Barton Arena but Chang wasn’t satisfied as he goes to grab the remote control off of the ring apron. He pushes the play button and looks up with the camera at the screen. The screen is just a blank white at first before pictures of Steve beaten and bloody come up on the screen. Pictures from previous matches he has had like his Ladder and Submission matches and even more recently his Fatal Four Way match at fadetoblack. At the end of the package there is something different, something that doesn’t fit whatsoever. Chang just stares on as the white screen returns and a date is written on the screen in crimson, dripping like blood. The date is 8/31/04 and suddenly after the date is shown for around twenty seconds three lines of black text appear on the screen. The BarTron shows these through the camera of Chang:
I have a photographic memory of pain and suffering.
Your delusions and lies force you into the agony of your existence.
You wait for a messiah with nothing but more of this for you.
Another sentence starts to appear but the tape cuts off and leaves us wondering as the eerie scene fades to nothingness.*
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Prince Kira Ukonvasara Crew
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 6:01 pm
Did you ever give a damn in the first place?
Maybe it's time you had the tables turned...
'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is GUILTY!
The crowd immediately begins to boo and jeer as "Spit It Out" by Slipknot blares over the Barton Arena. Revision appears through the curtains, dressed in a pair of dark grey baggy cargo pants, his black sneakers barely visible at the bottom, a tan t-shirt on above it, some company logo on the back. He takes a moment to look out over the crowd, smirking lightly, then begins to walk down the ramp, smirking slightly, not even listening to the various insults. When he reaches the ring, Revision jumps up onto the apron, then vaults up over the top rope into the ring, making a circle in the middle of the ring as he brings his arms up, catching a microphone as he does so, waiting for the boos to die down before beginning.
He stops in the middle of the ring, his brow furrowed as he looks up, as if trying to remember something. "You know...I think...I think it was me who said...Ah, that's right! Wasn't it me who said that I was going to show the BTWF how talented I really am? Wasn't it me who said I was going to revise the very foundations of the BTWF by letting the light of my greatness shine down upon this federation? I think it's pretty obvious that all those predictions will soon come true...Now, I know NeoFighters doesn't have a very big crowd. I mean, after all, it's where the rookies come to wrestle. But for those who were there, they saw that my debut match with Tsunami was the greatest match on the card. Of course, that should have been expected...But of course, some people have trouble believing that a young upstart is better than the veterans."
The crowd boos, but Revision just smirks, continuing after a moment. "While you fans may not have seen that, the management obviously has. And I'd like to thank Brian Blade for giving me the opportunity I truly deserve. A chance to become the Number One Contender for the BTWF Small Fry Championship. Of course, my first act as champion will be changing the name of that damn belt, but anyway, there's something else I have to get to first. Tonight, I have to face Alex Swift, another rookie. However, Alex Swift is also a good hundred pounds heavier than me. Not to mention seven inches taller. This won't be an easy fight...Mostly because hosses such as Swift take a long while to go down, even if I rain hits on them. Ah well...My speed and overall wrestling ability will be more than enough to win this."
Revision shrugs. "Overpowering strength is fine, but when you're going up against someone with more wrestling ability than half of this federation combined," Revision glances around at the crowd. "I'm talking about myself, in case you didn't realize. Anyway, when you're going up against someone with more wrestling ability than half of this federation combined, it doesn't matter if you have double the strength of your opponent. Skill is what decides matches, not strength. But anyway, enough of that. On to the main reason I came out here, and probably one of the best descisions BTWF management has ever made, other than hiring me. Putting me in a Six Man Battle Royal to determine the Number One Contender for the BTWF Small Fry Championship. Now, all of my opponents have been in this federation longer or as long as myself. But again, it's about skill."
Revision walks over to the corner, grabbing the ropes and pulling himself up so he sat on the turnbuckle, facing the ring. "First, there's Tsunami. Someone I have already beaten. He won't be too hard to beat...Nothing special. I've already wrestled him before, so I already know what tricks he's bringing to the ring. No contest there. Next, we have Irivne Kanyon and Seraph. Now, these guys are doing quite well in the tag team circuit...But straying here, into the Small Fry Division, my territory? That's not a smart choice. Not to mention they'll be going against each other, and we all know that's a bad thing for tag teams. I highly doubt they'll cause too much trouble...They won't want to attack each other, and that will definitely be the wrong thing to do. After all, you have to take out whoever you can in a match like this...And if that means your partner, so be it."
The crowd boos, not liking his insults of the face tag team and the neutral Tsunami. "Then, there's Ravena. If BTWF had a women's division, she'd be perfect there, but she's straying into someplace she doesn't belong. Not that I think all women wrestlers are talentless...I mean, there's some, like Riona Langly, that would prove a challenge, even for me. But Ravena...I think you should just stick to being Grays's manager. Standing there and looking pretty is probably her best talent. Finally, we have Icy Ali...The veteran of the match. A former member of the crumbled Disciples of Synn...And the only person I see giving me any trouble whatsoever. Icy Ali has proved himself before, seeing as we all know Hell's Guardian only bestows one of his poorly thought names on someone better than him. Ali, like myself, gets no respect from the crowd, because he doesn't care about what they think. And that makes him a good opponent..."
Revision hops down off the turnbuckle. "It'll be a good match. I'll win, of course, but it'll still be a good match. Good luck keeping that title, Xunkai...'Cause it's going around my waist very, very soon. And Swift...Good luck. You'll need it tonight." Revision vaults up over the ropes, landing all the way on the outside of the ring, dropping the mic and heading back up the ramp as "Spit It Out" plays again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 8:42 pm
The audience was murmurring amongst themselves as they usualy do when nothing is happening. But one sound grabbed their attention and brought them to a frenzy: Step Up blared through the PA system. Seraph jumped out from the back, walking to the top of the ramp. His back turned he flipped out his jacket to let the wing sparks fly. He walked down the ramp giving occasional high fives. Slidding into the ring he waved for a mic. The mic had been tossed to him and rose it to his lips.
"So hows the great people of Barton doing tonight?!" Another wave of yelling came up, and Seraph waited for it to subside. "Well it seems that Irvine "The Grand" Kanyon and I are finally getting our names across the board. And it's not even close to reaching the climax of our full potential."
"Two weeks ago, we fought against the veterans, Pay 4 Pain. And how did it turn out? The two amatures rose up, took the pain, and sent those old guys right onto their asses." He lowered the mic to wipe his mouth, and brought it back up. "Everyone thought that we would lose. And what happened? We showed them wrong. Because you never know what an underdog can do."
"And just this past week, we fought against two other veterans. Shady K and The Demon." Jeers were thrown from the crowds mouth of those names. "Shady K, past Small Fry champ. The Demon, fresh monster right out of hell. Together a deadly force, brought down by two babies fresh out of the training room."
"Now this may not last forever, but it will last for the memory, an impression, the symbolism that is tag team wrestling. And this Madness will prove this. Irvine, anything happens that night is nothing personnal, just professional. But if anything comes out of this, it's the growth of a better team. The best way to find our weaknesses in the team is to find the weakness of the team member. And aslong as one of us has the gold, then it's still as good as both of us have gold."
"Enough of that for now, there's still four other people in the match. Revision and Tsunami. Your not ready, not enough experience, no disrespect. But you guys have just been in Neofighter's. Now I know how you feel, but i'm just tryin to help you guys out by saying practice some more. Icy Ali. Can't really say much about you other than...well...nothing. So I'll just continue onto Ravena. Now I know not to underestimate a woman and all, but I don't want to bother with you. There's another female that I have to settle a score with."
He brought down the mic to look over the croud. 'Twilight' was being chanted by the audience. Seraph brought the mic back up with a grin on his face. "That's right. Twilight. I haven't forgotten about you just yet. I will be getting my revenge soon enough. And that belt around your waist doesn't mean I will stop. Haveing Jack Frost as your partner doesn't mean I will stop. Your gender doesn't mean I will stop. The only time that I will stop, is when I have beaten you."
Cheers were given from the croud at that statement. "I will bring you down. And I will be, at...
A HIGHER LEVEL"
Seraph threw the mic out of the ring and went for the ropes. He brought his legs up on the top rope and springboard to the ground. He gave more high fives as he headed into the back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 12:56 pm
The crowd of Barton Town Arena were loudly coversing between themself of last Madness. It was no doubt that it was another exciting one. Xunkai was recrowned, Kage won his title shot, Darson Grays will make it to GoE and Maxwell pinned Big Daddy in the No-Disqualification match. Just then a familiar guitar and drums duo caputured the attention of nearly everyone.
"ONE OF A KIND!!!"
One of a Kind suddenly rips through as the arena starts up in roars of cheers. Then with his infamous cocky stumble, Rocky steps through from behind the drapes. He wore a bright yellow coloured halfsleeve shirt. It was unbuttoned so his ribs who are supposed to be injured were revealed. It seemed as if most of the tapes were removed as a single roll of bandage remained on the wound. Other than that, he seemed in top form. His forehead had completely healed and it didn't seem as if he was banged up at all. He wore a silver necklace with a marble pendant. On his hands were short fingerless gloves that went up to the beginning of his wrists. Beneath the gloves were white tapings as it extended over the wrist and up. He wore black cargo pants with a yellow line running down on either side. His short black hair was spiked up in a messy fashion as usual along with his signature shades, covering his eyes. At the top of the ramp, Rocky gives a arm raise to the crowd to rile them up further before walking down the ramp, high-fiving the crowd on either side.
Rocky gets in the ring using the steps and as soon as he does so, he runs to the farthern tunbuckle, spreading his arms up wide on them. His fingers were bent inwards gesturing towards his torso. With a grin, he hops off and circles the ring before asking for a microphone. After being thrown one, walks around the ring again , head down before standing ground in the middle. As he brings the mic., towards his mouth, his face moves up and a sly grin slowly forms.
"Well, this week keeps getting better and better." He said in a rather energetic but not sarcastic voice. The cheers rise slightly from finally hearing his voice but they are shortly cut of as Rocky starts again. "Why? You find out by the end. First, let me clear a few things up. See, last Madness when I come down to this ring, flung Kutterman to face me and sent him crashing down in an Avalanche through the tables, that had -nothing- to do with me losing to Raymond Kage earlier that night. Many of you thought that I was steaming with rage from not only Bryan interfering with my match the Madness before, but from losing my titleshot to Kage. Sure, I was frustrated that I let myself get beat by a man that will rabidly jump anything that moves, but not that mad."
"Speaking of Kage, to be honest, I admit my defeat. I truly did not expect his recent insane behaviour to take such a toll on me. But Kage, please do not think I'm admitting that you are better than me. Oh, hell no. I -know- that if it wasn't for my injuries from fadetoblack, I could and would have gathered that pin. But hey, I can't blame my injuries as the sole reason for my downfalls. Even though in this case, they -did- play an important role in your victory, but that is strategy. And as much as I hate to admit, that is a quality from you that needs to be respected. So for the time being, Raymond Kage, you have gotten a 2-1 record over me. But pop open as mant bottles of champagne you can because that record won't for sure last long. Steve, it is an understatement to say that you will easily retain your title at Ragnarok but I'm telling you, Raymond Kage and his recent morbid insanity is worth keeping an eye on."
"Now, before I get to Steve Twist and our long awaited match, I have one more topic to discuss. After all, to save the best for last is the right thing to do. Now you might wonder who the next topic is. Its actually quite simple seeing as I gave it away by saying 'who'. Well, it is noneother than the man who is married to a Metal bat, Bryan Kutterman! Now, Bryan.. I have a question that only YOU can answer. How did it feel to.. be sent down on an Avalanche through a table!? How did it feel for your spine to be used as a human sledge hammer to crack over a table?" Rocky lets out a small chuckle before beginning again."That -is- revenge. But hey, this is far from over. This will be over at Ragnarok when I, Rocky punish you and pound your guts out. I will prove once again that I -AM- the better man! That will happen. Whether you and your bat like it or not. But this Tuesday, you will be Guest Referee for my match. Kutterman, we have grudges but this Madness, you will not come down there as a wrestler so you better stick to your position and referee a fair match or you just might be looking at another Avalanche. Now. I'm sure you all know what is next." Rocky says with a grin. He stalls slightly much to the cheers of the crowd before starting up again.
"This Tuesday! Despite the presense of Pushover as the guest referee, the long awaited match will finally begin! Most of you might still be wondering why I don't seem frustrated at losing to Raymond Kage last Madness. Well, you will find out the now. See, when I went down to that ring last Madness, I wasn't fighting for a Number One Contendor spot for the Gaia Championship. Oh, no. I was fighting to face the man who revolutionalized wrestling as we know it in the BTWF. I was fighting to face the man who was time and then again proven to overcome any obstacle. I was fighing to face noneother than the Storm of the Ring, Steve Twist! And baby, I got just that this Madness. And by then, my injuries would have completely healed and I would be in top form because I would have to be if I'm facing the man of the Twister. Steve, I can safely say that when I step into that ring this Tuesday, I will have a match that is probably one of the biggest things to my BTWF career. At first, I thought Steve to be nothing more than an over cocky title holder but now, I can honestly saw he has earned my full respect. Frankly, I don't care if you climb the turnbuckles or if you decide on being a mat wrestler, Steve. That is, as long as I get the Storm at his best. So, Steve, this Madness, I want you to expect nothing less but the best from be because that is what I will be expecting from you. As for you all out there in your homes, wondering or not if you should tune into Madness this week, let me make it clear for you: Hell yeah! Because this Madness will have a match that -IS- worth taping over your wedding for it will be a well overdue.. the One of a Kind, Rocky against the Storm of the Ring, Steve Twist!"
"Now isn't -that- the rock bottom!" Rocky says, fininshing of with a grin to the cheers of the crowd bombarding in again. He gives an arm raise before exiting the ring and climbing up the ramp with One of a Kind blaring through.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 9:11 am
*The BarTron flickers to life and the crowd looks at it because they have nothing else to do and it reveals that we are in a gym…but this isn’t a normal gym as we see, for there are many people in casts here. The camera pans around to show that we are in Barton town General’s rehabilitation gym. The camera focuses on one man in particular…a man with a cast covering his wrist, who is putting a rather large weight on the bar of the bench press. The camera pans again to catch the sight of a nurse who was watching the man put weights onto his bench press. She rushes over to him and begins taking off one of the weights, not making the man very happy with her*
Nurse: “Mr. Neko your going to injure yourself further with all these weights”
Mr. Neko: “worry about the old men before you worry about me miss, I’m fine. Just leave the weights alone and let me get back to my rehabilitation”
Nurse: “I’m sorry but I can’t let you bench all of this weight”
Mr. Neko: “what do you want me to not do my job, leave the weights alone and go tell that camera man over there that there are no cameras in Barton General” *he points over to the camera man*
Nurse: “fine, but if you hurt yourself then it’s not the hospital’s fault”
Mr. Neko: “never was”
*the nurse sighs and then goes over to the camera man, we hear a click and then the BarTron gets fuzzy before it switches back to its dormant state*
“Headhunter” James Sharpton: “what was that all about?”
Vic “The Voice” Hartman: “no clue James, but remember, that might have been Tiger, he is still at Barton General still due to his broken wrist”
“Headhunter” James Sharpton: “serves him right, and if he does come back Shady and Demon will send him back.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 4:11 pm
Don't You Wanna be Me??
*HBK walks out to the ring, high fiving some fans along the way. He climbs into the ring and grabs a mic*
Cut the music. I said, cut the frickin music. *Music finnaly begins to slowly die down*
This coming week on Madness, I, Max Conners, am teaming with a man who seems to have proven himself while I was gone. A man who has had his fair share of title shots, but always has seemed to come up short. *Smirks as he looks to the back*
I'm talking about you Darson Grays.
Listen, Darson, we have been enemies in the past, even though we actually have never met in the ring. We had our share of words and all. But tomorrow, we have to work together in order to stop the team of the Worlds Heavyweight Champion Big Daddy and the Eminem wannabe Shady. *Crowd laughs because they know its true*
But you see Darson, even though we are teammates this coming Tuesday, there is something that you are going after that I also want. It has been to long since the HBK has held gold.
And as much as I appreciated your help this past Tuesday, I also despised it. *Crowd buzzes with wonder of what HBK is talking about*
You see, Darson, I had Big Daddy right where I wanted him. I was about to finish him off for the long haul and prove that HBK was no joke. Prove that he was for real, even after being out of action for a while.
But no, you had to interfere, with your own greedy ambitions and ruin my chances of having a great comeback.
Don't get me wrong Dars, that was the past and I can't change that. I have accepted it and am looking only towards the future.
That is why tomorrow, we have to put aside our differences to take on the BD and Shady.
But, just to forewarn you, HBK is still in the World title hunt, and that my friends is true. Its damn true.
*HBK throws down the mic and exits the ring as Don't You Wish You Were Me plays. He leaves the ring, talking to himself, telling himself that one day, he will challenge for the World title again*
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 4:52 pm
  KING OF MY WORLD!!!!! Ladies and Gents welcome to MADNESS IS HELL!, not HBK but HELL! Now for all of you that get the inside scoop, it's true, Mox is a scanky, brutal, bottom-feeding, trashbag, basement dwelling Slut! And this week I get that slut all to myself. (Stops and thinks while looking at the camera and listening to the crowd) Oh God No, not in that way people, come on damn! God that makes me sick just thinking about it. But the best part is after I beat Mox in the center of this ring, one, two, three, then I get to move on to big and better things. I get my slot in the Garden of Evil match at Ragnorcock (HG way of saying Ragnorok). Then I will be the last man standing in that match, and I will walk out with My BTWF CHAMPIONSHIP! Now that I think of it, it won't be that hard being the last man standing, I'll be the only man in that match, hahahahhahahahah. So s**t, you still have that red flag waving, and I'm the bull thats ready to charge. I'm coming right for you. So stay tuned and enjoy: MADNESS IS HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 10:21 pm
Rrrriiiiiiiisssseeeee!!!!!!
*The hammering drums of Suffocate by Motograter rang through the Arena as the Bartontron spewed green smoke from all four corners, and streams of green light focused down at the entrance, where Kage stood, his hair was wet and hanging down below his chin, and he wore the most disturbing grin you've seen in your life, his eyes pulsed with Insanity as he began banging his head up and down, with raised hands in the air
He slided in under the bottom ropes and grabbed a mic from Victor cross, looking out at the crowd he began to laugh, as always, the laugh was raspy and psychotic
"Hahahahaha!!!!...So the little b*****d that could is still around after his unfortunate accident last Madness...now I have a match with him tomorrow, you'd think Xunkai would have learned his lesson, but I guess he hit his F**KING HEAD A LITTLE TOO HARD!!!!"
Kage's demeanor soon changed drastically as he started jumping frantically up and down and pounding his fists against the turnbuckles, his long wet hair flipping around over his face, he stopped for a moment, breathing heavily as he yelled into the mic
"I've went through hell and back to get where I am in such a short time! I fought Bryan Kutterman, Rocky, and Twist in one of the most brutal matches I've been through in a long time, only to get my first chance of the Gaia championship stolen because of the incompetence of another rotten b*****d, but it won't happen this time, no no no...this is when I break my opponent, and hold the Gaian Championship over his shattered corpse!"
Kage stopped and calmed down, his sick smile slowly returning
"Twist...Steve Twist...Mr. Pay-Per-View....Ha!! If you think you will successfully defend your title at Ragnarok...Hehehehe..."
The camera zoomed in on the hair covered eyes of Kage, which were shaded heavily under his bangs, he lifted his face up and grinned, speaking in a creepy harsh raspy tone
Your just as deluded as the maggots that cheer your name
And with that, the psycho tossed the mic behind his back and left the ring as Suffocate played again, his exit being followed by loud boos and jeers
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 7:27 am
*The Bartron flashes to life as we see Icy Ali lying on a bed of ice in the walkin freezer. Ali appears motionless and the camera man starts to back out to leave.*
Fear me. Ali suddenly calls out as he slowly sits up.
I have somethings to say so where do you think you're going.He motions towards the cameraman to come back.
Firstly, Dark Lord, you're nothing. Stop pretending. Normal match, hardcore match, tennis match, it doesn't matter what, I'd destroy you so go pick on some one that's still in your league. I only fought you to show all these newbies to stay where they belong and not to get in us real wrestlers way.
Secondly. Hell if you want me, well then come and get me. I do not fear you, if you remember, twice I've left you in the ring a bloody mess, also, Revision had a point, everyone you give a nickname to is everyone you kno to be better than you so stop pretending. Oh and for the record, Madness isn't Hell, it isn't HBK, Madness is the champs, whoever they may be, which you're not and never will be so forget it.
Thirdly, may up coming match. Number one contender match, finally Blade knows that we need a real SF champ. Well as for my opponets, Tsunami, not bad but doesn't have the experience to come through when it matters most. Irivne and Seraph, as Revision said, as a tag team they're not bad, but stay out of my ring. Ravena I won't underestimate, I've seen these BTWF women wrestlers and they're better than we give them credit for but, she's still nothing. Finally Revision, you say that I'm your only real opponet in this match well, you're right. I am the only competition here and while I think you may be the best in there besides me, your're second best. But that's okay, you never know. I mean hey, look at Chris McLaren, he couldn't win a solo match for s**t yet he somehow won the SF championship. A little hpoeful thinking for you my under appreciated opponet. Don't think that the fact that the fans hate us I'm going to help you, maybe I will. You never know.
Fear me.
Down every road there are puddles. This time there are 6
Oh and no I won't predict a win because that never works, I will however predict that I will be the #1 contender, how that might happen without a win, I don't care, I will be facing Xunaki at Ragnarok.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:17 pm
The screen on the BarTron fades out for a moment, then comes in to show the view from a camera somewhere in the back. In front of the camera is none other than Johnny Miller, BTWF's interviewer. This brings out a lot of groans from the audience. Miller was currently dressed in grey cotton pants that were pulled up to high, stopping just above his navel, and ending about an inch above the top of his shoes, the white socks he wore under them quite visible, as were the dorky loafers. He had two red suspenders going up from his pants, not really the right shade of red to blend in with the flannel, button-up shirt he was wearing, which was, of course, tucked down into the grey pants. Johnny's dark brown hair was slicked back with way too much gel, and thus had a shiny, greasy look to it. Johnny glanced back at the camera, and it was shown he was wearing a huge pair of glasses, a small chain connected to them, the lenses thick enough to stop bullets. "Come on, we're almost there..."
The camera continued to follow Miller down a few hallways, finally stopping outside a door, a temporary plaque on the door that made the fans immediately begin to cheer, seeing as the name was "Darson Grays". Johnny knocks on the door, calling out timidly. "Uh, um, Mr. Grays?...Would you mind coming out? I, I'd like to, um, do an interview..." After a few moments, the click of a lock is heard and the door opens, revealing Dar standing behind it. He was dressed in his wrestling tights and boots, a top thrown over his chest. It couldn't really be considered a shirt, seeing as it had no sleeves, or really, no sides whatsoever. It was more like a rectangular piece of cloth with a hole in the top with the head. All it did was cover Dar's chest and back. Dar smiles a bit, motioning for Johnny and the cameraman to enter. "Sure, come on in." Dar walked over and took a seat in one of the chairs inside, the camera man standing and Johnny taking a seat on a stool. Dar grabs a roll of tape and begins to wrap it around one forearm, looking over at Johnny, expecting him to speak soon.
Johnny soon snaps out of it, laughing nervously before beginning. "Uh, first of all, Mr. Grays, I'd like to say it's an hon-" "Call me Dar." "Oh, uh, sure, of course, um, Dar...Anyway, Dar, I'm sure a lot of fans have some questions to ask you, so let's get right to it. We'll start at the present and move on to upcoming events in the future." Dar nods. "Sounds good." "First of all, what are your thoughts on your tag match tonight against Shady K and the BTWF World Heavyweight Champion, a man you have been fueding with for a while, Big Daddy?" Dar stops wrapping his hand for a moment and speaks. "Well, I'm glad I get a match against Big Daddy again. I don't really think I hurt him enough in the Ironman match. As for Shady...I've never fought him before, but I have fought a lot of cruiserweights. He shouldn't be any different." Johnny nods. "And what are your feelings on your partner in this match-up, Maxwell Conners?" Dar chuckles lightly. "Now, Conners and I had a little spat last week at the end of the show over who was going to be taking that belt from Big Daddy at Ragnarok. But that's all in the past now...I hope to work well with Conners tonight. As far as I've seen, he's pretty competent in the ring, so we should work out well."
Johnny nods again, seeming entranced just to be in Dar's presence. "Okay, onto some recent events. First of all, we've been noticing you've been interfering with Big Daddy's matches lately. Why is that?" Dar finishes wrapping up one arm, bringing the roll of tape over to wrap the other. "I want Big Daddy to know that I can beat him. I want everyone in the BTWF to know I can beat him. And I want the the kajillions of Darson Grays fans out there to know it. All our matches so far: At M:NoC, and fadetoblack, BD won fairly, yes. But it was always close. Never has he ever completely destroyed me in a match and shown me that I don't deserve that title. And I know I deserve that title. And now that I'm getting another shot at Ragnarok...Well, you know what they say, Johnny. Third time's the charm. Soon, very soon, the BTWF will see a new World Heavyweight Champion. A champion they can be proud of, and go home happy, knowing that someone that they love is the champion." Johnny blinks, then asks another question. "Also, about Ravena...I bet a lot of people are wondering how you hooked up. Care to share?"
Dar laughs a bit, then nods. "After the break-up of The Brood, meaning, the first time Worlock attacked Ravena, I came and visited her. We had seen each other in the back quite a bit, and I just decided to try and get to know her better. Pretty soon, we realized we had a thing going...And once Ravena defeated Worlock at fadetoblack, she had some time to really evaluate us. And so, we hooked up. Not really a story of tragic love or anything, but eh..." Johnny just nods, obviously having no clue as to what Dar was talking about. It was pretty obvious Johnny wasn't too experienced in that area. "I see. Anyway, recently, you made some rather insulting comments about Hell's Guardian, who has a match tonight to determine whether or not he will join you in the Garden of Evil. Care to elaborate?" Dar nods. "To tell you the truth, I don't see why Hell is where he is today. The man has the mic skills of a lawn chair, the wrestling skills of a lamp post, and the appearence of some Japanese goth bishounen. Not to mention the only good insult he ever came up with was Heroin b***h Kid. But seriously...Mox? I mean, come on! I truly hope she destroys Hell tonight. I've fought Fox before, way back at the Tournament of Gods, and it was a good fight. I enjoyed that match. And I'd much rather be facing her, a worthy opponent, at the Garden of Evil, than the washed-up Hell."
Johnny nods slowly, a bit surprised at Dar's ability to insult a fan favorite. "Ah...Next, what are your thoughts at the other two approved matches for Ragnarok? Meaning, the Gaia championship, and Kutterman versus Rocky." Dar thinks for a moment. "Well, I think I've already vocalized my respect for Rocky and my distaste for Kutterman...So I think it's pretty obvious as to who I think the winner will be. Per the Gaia Championship...Steve Twist is one of the few men in BTWF I really want to have a match with, and that I think would be a match everyone would remember. Kage...Eh. He's a psycho. But Twist is a champion. And I think Twist is going to stay the champion." Johnny nods, then stands up off the stool. "Well, that's about it for me. Anything else you'd like to say before I leave?" Dar nods, looking over into the camera as he finishes wrapping his other arm. "BD...Think not shaving for a week and talking while inside a cage while banging some weapons around is going to intimidate me? No...But you were right on one thing. I did enjoy that Oblivion through the table I gave you. And while it may not be through a table tonight, you'll feel it again...And you'll feel it at the Garden of Evil. Possibly multiple times. Pain, not not the championship, is all that's in your future, BD. And that's crystal...crystal clear." Dar stands up, picking up his longcoat off the chair and pulling it with his back to the camera as the feed fades to black.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 10:01 pm
The BarTron flashes to life it looks like it’s mid-night outside some where and it’s completely dark out except for one street light with a steel folding chair in the middle of the lighted spot the camera focuses in on the chair then a voice emerges from the darkness home sweet home the camera zooms out and turns from left to right until a figure is seen emerging from the shadows once the figure steps into the light they are recognizable it’s Kid Chaos he is wearing his street clothes a black shirt with a pair of flaming dice on it and a pair of black jeans but he still has his mask on then Kid Chaos sits on the chair and looks into the camera then looks of to the right and uses his left hand to scratch the back of his head then he looks back at the camera
I love it here in Boston it gives me a chances to get back to my roots
back to the school of hard knocks I grown up in
back to my backyard wrestling roots
back to where my training and career started
but enough about the past I am a man with his eye toward the future and in my near future I see wing once again
Kid Chaos cracks his knuckles
Wing once again you where sent to the hospital by The Children of the Nightmare roll the footage
The EMT’s rush out to get Wing on a stretcher to get him to a hospital. But once Wing is on the stretcher DL knocks it down with Wing on it. We go to commercial break as we see Wing as a bloody mess
Wing once again you used your chain in a match roll the dam footage
For Whom the Bell Tolls plays as Dark Lord makes his way to the ring, but before he gets to the ring he is met by Wing with the steel chain wrapped around his hand. (UNO-Before this match is underway Wing takes a huge advantage by using that chain)
Wing delivers about five punches with that steel chain before he throws his opponent in the ring, and the bell finally sounds.
Wing once again it’s me v.s. you
but this time it’s 2 on 2 you and Alex Swift v.s. me and Dark Lord so you and swift are teaming up for the first where as me and Dark Lord have been a tag team for ten years so me and him wouldn’t have any trust issues or any problems working together as a cohesive unit where as you and swift have just been just been thrown together so you two have to face these problems are you going to be a team facing a team or two individuals facing a team
no matter the out come wing weather it be win, loss or draw your not walking out of that ring and that’s not a threat that’s a goddam guarantee
Kid Chaos looks at the ground then he looks back up at the camera and gives it a look that could burn a hole through lead the camera zooms in on Kid Chaos eyes
as it is spoken so shale it be done
Kid Chaos then stands up fold the chair and turns his back to the camera then Kid Chaos suddenly turns around and hits the camera
BarTron shows the ground but everything is side ways then the camera turns right side up and move upward until it shows Kid Chaos's face
wing consider this your warning
the BarTron goes black
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 8:06 pm
I’m posting this now, because I live in FL, and we are currently under Hurricane warning so to be safe and not sorry…  Now coming to the ring, From Cape Coral, FL. Hell’s Guardian!!!!!!! HG makes his way to the ring as he takes the mic from Victor Cross. No, No, No Vicky. It’s done like this, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to MADNESS IS HELL. Now as you all saw, I was screwed out of being in the Garden of s**t match at Ragnocock. But I’m not upset, I’m used to being screwed by people that are screwing with our boss Mr. Maid. But I’m not really here to talk, I’m here to introduce for the first and maybe the only time the GUARDIAN REEL! For this one I have a very special guest that is a good friend of mine, but first let me show you the Hell-Tron 10,000, because this is where you will see my guest, let me introduce my very special guest ERIC CARTMAN!! (Cartman) Hey b***h, what’s up? (HG) Nothing Eric, now I hear you have a very special song for us tonight. (Cartman) Hell yeah I have a song. (HG) Well then, sing it! [Cartman:] Weeelllll, Riona Langly a b***h, she's a big fat b***h, She's the biggest b***h in the whole wide world, She's a stupid b***h, if there ever was a b***h, She's a b***h to all the boys and girls. (KYLE) SHUT UP CARTMAN! Oh wait never mind. On Monday she's a b***h On Tuesday she's a b***h On Wednesday thru Saturday she's a b***h Then on Sunday just to be different, She’s a super king kamehameha b***h Have you ever met my friend Riona Langly, She's the biggest b***h in the whole wide world, She's a mean old b***h, she has stupid hair, She's a b***h, b***h, b***h, b***h, b***h, b***h, b***h b***h, b***h b***h b***h b***h b***h b***h She's a stupid b***h, Riona Langlys a b***h, And she's such a dirty b***h. I really mean it, Riona Langly, she's a big fat, stinking b***h big old fat ********' b***h, Riona Langlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Yeahhhhh, Chaaaaa (HG) Eric my god that was good, you got anything else to say. (Cartman) Yeah I hella do b***h, (Cartmans mom) Poopykins you want your cheesy poofs? (Cartman) Hella yeah, later dude! (HG) Well thank you Eric, now that that’s out of the way, ICEE PEE, you just moved to the top of Hell’s List. So all I can say is watch your back, look around every corner, because I may just be there. You made a big mistake this week.
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