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Post by Omega Satyros on Mar 6, 2024 12:42:18 GMT -5
Omega begins pounding away with punches to Rogers, eventually one blow glancing off the mask, leading to Rogers catching Omega's arm and forcing him into an Armlock.Beeman: snore LeRay: Shut it Beeman, this is a fantastic match, regardless of your disdain for anyone who isn't actively trying to cheat to win. Rogers backs up to his corner, letting DOOM tag in, hitting a combination clothesline-suplex. DOOM goes for the pin. Black Cat moving to get Omega's foot on the rope until Brad breaks up the pin at 2.LeRay: Both these teams working together like they've been doing it for years.
Beeman: About how long this match feels like it's been going on for.
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Post by The Greatest Wrestler OF DOOM on Mar 6, 2024 12:53:07 GMT -5
Exhausted and flustered, DOOM points his finger up beside his head as if a lightbulb has gone off. He gives a concerned Rogers a thumbs up, switches his eye patch from left to right and removes his red cape, then begins to wave it in front of him like the worlds largest matador. Omega girls his head sideways, a bit confused by this tactic. But then he gives charge, through the cape and into the girth of DOOM’s gut. Omega bounces off and hits th canvas hard as DOOM doubles over in pain from the blow.
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Mar 6, 2024 12:57:32 GMT -5
DOOM grips Omega by the chin and lifts him up. The Greek God tries to pummel away on DOOM but it has little effect and his fists wrap in that beautiful cape. Taking advantage of the situation, DOOM spins Omega around and grips him around the waist. Omega reverses, but DOOM's mighty body makes it difficult for Omega to gain purchase. DOOM slaps Omega's hands away, grabs Omega's head and slips to his butt, hitting an enormous 3/4 facelock jawbreaker. Spit tinges with gold sprays out in an arc as Omega falls back, his eyes rolling into the back of his mask.
Beeman: Pin him, DOOM!
LeRay: Watch out for Brad!
As DOOM falls on Omega, Brad, filled with the adreneline that only can come from a man now addicted to the thrill of aerial moves, is on the turnbuckle and ascends to the air in a high-angle elbow drop. DOOM looks up in fear and Brad lands-
Cut to backstage. Grandma reacts and shakes her head, rubbing her eyes.
Grandma: Oh, Bradley.
Martha: You want in on these Snickers?
Back to the ring. Brad has missed both DOOM and Omega, landing a good three feet from him. The ref hits the one, two-
Beeman: Brad what in the what?
Bradley is rolling around the ring, holding his elbow, yelling in pain.
LeRay: Looks like he really bust himself on that elbow.
The ref moves and hits the one, two-
Brad rolls into the ref's way. Omega is still out. DOOM stands, drags Omega away by one foot and hits the pin again.
As the ref falls, Brad hops up and tumbles once again, this time holding his ankle. As the ref spirals around DOOM and Omega, each time his pin is interrupted by Brad's sweaty body.
A hand enters the ring and Rogers drags Brad out. He stands with his hands on his hips, points an accusing finger and shouts:
Rogers: Shame!
As Omega finally stirs, the crowd has joined in the chant, bellowing, pointing, roaring, "Shame! Shame! Shame!"
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Post by Red Pirate Rogers on Mar 6, 2024 13:05:38 GMT -5
OOC: I love the chaos of this, I've posted twice now only to have others come up with something much better than my idea!
While Rogers is outside admonishing Brad, DOOM gets an idea, he bends down and picks up Omega for a new move.
LeRay: Oh, my, is it...A Torture Rack...
Beeman: Don't say it...
LeRay: No, it's more than that...
Beeman: Please don't...
LeRay: A TORTURE RACK....OF DOOOOOOOOOM!!
(Omega is up, and uncomfortable, but DOOM doesn't seem to have the hold on tight, as the Satyr wriggles around. Rogers is shooing Bradley back to the corner and can be heard saying "I will call your grandmother!" to Brad's chagrin.)
LeRay: Uh-oh, look out, it seems Omega's getting loose and...OOH he plants DOOM with a DDT!
(An exhausted Satyros crawls towards the corner where he slaps Brad's hand, even though his partner never saw it coming. Meanwhile, Doom rolls slowly to his corner, only to realize that Rogers isn't at home...the pirate recognizes his mistake and tries to make it back for the tag while Brad enters and tries to grab hold of DOOM)
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Mar 6, 2024 13:45:21 GMT -5
Brad grabs DOOM and drags him back. The big man hops to his feet and the pair stand chest the chest. The crowd are on their feet. Rogers is reaching, barely reaching DOOM's billowing cape. Brad gently pats DOOM on the chest and raises a finger to Rogers. DOOM turns, looking at his partner, pointing. The crowd is chanting. Mixtures of YES and SHAME. DOOM's finger moves from Rogers to Brad and then wags back and forth. The crowd is stomping, the roof is about to blow off the place. Brad smiles. He needs to fight for his chance to face his hero.
Brad hits a big forearm and the crowd bellows. DOOM hits a slap, his frying-pan sized hand raising red welts on the Bad Luck Wrestler. Brad returns the strike and the pair take their time cracking each other. Finally, they speed up and DOOM gets the literal upper hand, sending Brad falling backwards. DOOM has the sweaty man in his paws and with a massive lurch, lifts Brad clean off the floor, lifting him in a two-handed choke. He stomps close to Omega, who attempts to tag himself in before bursting into a charge, running towards Rogers. With the speed of a ring veteran, the Crimson Corsair slingshots himself off the ropes, cracking Brad in the centre of his back with his shoulder. Instantly, DOOM drops, hitting Brad with a sitout choke driver. Brad's arms splay outwards, the breath taken from his lungs. Rogers is up, springing over the ropes onto Omega as the pair tumble outside. Brad is alone with DOOM. Another pin attempt. The ref gives the pair some room, having learned his lesson and his hand slaps the ground with a one, two-
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Mar 6, 2024 15:36:09 GMT -5
Arizona appears via Jerkatron prior to the main event. He is at his home, sitting in front of his wall of shame. Behind him: “Satyros Beats Chance”, the picture of Zona’s face covered in chocolate pudding, and two new items. First, a headline reading “Chance and Shredsbury— Unfinished Business”, and a picture of Mack Caliber delivering a brainbuster to Arizona on the JWA Studios entrance ramp.
JWA fans, sorry I couldn’t be there tonight. See, the medical staff said that the concussion I sustained would be fine by Super Glory if— and only if— I remained apart from contact until then. So, I’ve been medically barred from the studio this week, or I’d be there to cheer on friends old and new as they try to earn a chance to dethrone the Forever Champs.
I am there in spirit, if not in body. However, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention next week’s main event— and I am never remiss. The four men in this match have all gotten the best of me recently, as you can see from the artwork behind me. And they couldn’t decide among themselves who gets the title shot, so I decided, enough waiting, they all should.
We all have an equal chance of walking out champion: one in five, 20%. You’d think that, but that’s where you’re wrong. See, Chad Shredsbury knows he has never beat me, so he’s not even gonna try, so I get his one fifth. And Omega hasn’t ever won a big match, so you can take his one fifth and divide it between the other three guys. Mack has his head so far up his own ass he can’t see, so he hasn’t got half a chance cause he’s fighting blind. That leaves Duke, and he has a tag title match earlier in the night, so he’ll only be at 50% by the time our match rolls around.
So I’ll take my one fifth, Chad’s one fifth, my third of Omega’s one fifth, the half chance from Caliber, and Duke’s 50%, and I end up with a 146 1/5 chance of winning this match, and that leaves Duke and Mack at 10 1/5 chance each. JWA fans, the numbers don’t lie, and they spell disaster for my opponents at Super Glory!
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Mar 6, 2024 15:56:56 GMT -5
Arizona appears via Jerkatron prior to the main event. He is at his home, sitting in front of his wall of shame. Behind him: “Satyros Beats Chance”, the picture of Zona’s face covered in chocolate pudding, and two new items. First, a headline reading “Chance and Shredsbury— Unfinished Business”, and a picture of Mack Caliber delivering a brainbuster to Arizona on the JWA Studios entrance ramp.JWA fans, sorry I couldn’t be there tonight. See, the medical staff said that the concussion I sustained would be fine by Super Glory if— and only if— I remained apart from contact until then. So, I’ve been medically barred from the studio this week, or I’d be there to cheer on friends old and new as they try to earn a chance to dethrone the Forever Champs. I am there in spirit, if not in body. However, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention next week’s main event— and I am never remiss. The four men in this match have all gotten the best of me recently, as you can see from the artwork behind me. And they couldn’t decide among themselves who gets the title shot, so I decided, enough waiting, they all should. We all have an equal chance of walking out champion: one in five, 20%. You’d think that, but that’s where you’re wrong. See, Chad Shredsbury knows he has never beat me, so he’s not even gonna try, so I get his one fifth. And Omega hasn’t ever won a big match, so you can take his one fifth and divide it between the other three guys. Mack has his head so far up his own ass he can’t see, so he hasn’t got half a chance cause he’s fighting blind. That leaves Duke, and he has a tag title match earlier in the night, so he’ll only be at 50% by the time our match rolls around. So I’ll take my one fifth, Chad’s one fifth, my third of Omega’s one fifth, the half chance from Caliber, and Duke’s 50%, and I end up with a 146 1/5 chance of winning this match, and that leaves Duke and Mack at 10 1/5 chance each. JWA fans, the numbers don’t lie, and they spell disaster for my opponents at Super Glory! OOC: I knew from the second you said a number that Steiner Math was going to rear its stupid-bearded face. But don't be scared, unless you're a donut! |
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Post by “heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber on Mar 6, 2024 19:59:29 GMT -5
Arizona appears via Jerkatron prior to the main event. He is at his home, sitting in front of his wall of shame. Behind him: “Satyros Beats Chance”, the picture of Zona’s face covered in chocolate pudding, and two new items. First, a headline reading “Chance and Shredsbury— Unfinished Business”, and a picture of Mack Caliber delivering a brainbuster to Arizona on the JWA Studios entrance ramp.JWA fans, sorry I couldn’t be there tonight. See, the medical staff said that the concussion I sustained would be fine by Super Glory if— and only if— I remained apart from contact until then. So, I’ve been medically barred from the studio this week, or I’d be there to cheer on friends old and new as they try to earn a chance to dethrone the Forever Champs. I am there in spirit, if not in body. However, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention next week’s main event— and I am never remiss. The four men in this match have all gotten the best of me recently, as you can see from the artwork behind me. And they couldn’t decide among themselves who gets the title shot, so I decided, enough waiting, they all should. We all have an equal chance of walking out champion: one in five, 20%. You’d think that, but that’s where you’re wrong. See, Chad Shredsbury knows he has never beat me, so he’s not even gonna try, so I get his one fifth. And Omega hasn’t ever won a big match, so you can take his one fifth and divide it between the other three guys. Mack has his head so far up his own ass he can’t see, so he hasn’t got half a chance cause he’s fighting blind. That leaves Duke, and he has a tag title match earlier in the night, so he’ll only be at 50% by the time our match rolls around. So I’ll take my one fifth, Chad’s one fifth, my third of Omega’s one fifth, the half chance from Caliber, and Duke’s 50%, and I end up with a 146 1/5 chance of winning this match, and that leaves Duke and Mack at 10 1/5 chance each. JWA fans, the numbers don’t lie, and they spell disaster for my opponents at Super Glory! Screen cuts to me backstage. I deadpan into the camera: Here’s the only math that counts: Two-Belt Mack. Two-Time Champ. I turn back to the screen to watch the tag team match. |
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Post by The Greatest Wrestler OF DOOM on Mar 7, 2024 8:29:14 GMT -5
THREE!!! DOOM lays, out of breath, unaware of what’s just happened as the bell rings. Bradley squirms beneath him, sucking in whatever air he can muster. Rogers rolls back into the ring and taps his hefty mate on the shoulder, gesturing, along with Jack LeBiggun, that they have won the #1 Contender spot. DOOM excitedly hops up and begins to jump up and down for joy, perhaps not realizing he is jumping on top of Brad’s supine body. Bradley comically lurching his extremities up and down with each impact. Rogers guides his excitable friend away from their defeated foe. DOOM adjusts his eye patch from right to left and apologizes to Red. Then he hoists Bradley up from the mat, over his head and launches him to the outside on top of Omega and continues to celebrate. Rogers puts his head in his hands.
Beeman: Perhaps the least likely entry in this tournament find themselves in their way to Super Glory and a golden opportunity!
LeRay: I’m not sure how it happened, Sean, and I’m not sure that the Crimson Corsair even knows how to handle his new friend.
Beeman: Well, it’s about time. All the not listening is probably what’s gotten them this far.
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