Post by Osiris on Mar 6, 2009 14:32:58 GMT -5
World Title Tournament match : Yugo Ryan vs Mark Rejda
Mark appears on the stage as his theme plays, in usual manor he holds his arm out in a pose for the crowd. As he poses there is an audible CRACK and Mark falls flat on his face as Freaky stands over him, kendo stick in hand. Freaky drives the toe of his boot into Rejda's gut a few times then cracks the kendo stick over his back again.
As Freaky continues the assault, Yugo leans back in his corner, looking on with a grin. The referee looks from Yugo to the stage, then back to Yugo. In response, Yugo gestures toward the attack. "He's not in the ring, count." Yugo states, as the ref begins the count, eventually hitting ten and signaling Yugo as the winner. Yugo then climbs out of the ring and, with his arms crossed behind his back, approaches Freaky and Mark.
As Yugo steps out of the ring, the kendo stick breaks over Mark's back. Tossing the broken stick over his shoulder, Freaky takes a few steps back and waits for Mark to try to get up. As Mark gets to his hands and feet, Freaky charges forward and hits the Anesthesia. Mark's head jerks back and he falls limp at Yugo's feet.
Yugo looks down at Mark, his signature maniacal grin plastered across his face. Yugo chuckles quietly while Mark remains limp, before approaching Freaky. He says something which the camera can not pick up and continues backstage while Freaky backs up. After a few moments, the sound of an engine turning over is heard, just before Yugo rides out onto the stage on his forklift. He continues working the controls, stopping just short of Mark. Yugo climbs out and rolls him onto the forks, and turns around to find Freaky in the driver's seat.
"You can drive us back...maybe." Freaky works the controls and the raises the forks, lifting Rejda off the ground like a sacrificial lamb. "Hey if chicks dig heavy equipment, you think the forklift will count?"
"Guess we'll find out, won't we?" Yugo states, climbing onto the back of the forklift and holding onto the frame of the driver's seat, waving and blowing mock kisses to the crowd as they approach the curtain. He then leans over the driver's seat. "By the way, Melissa wanted to come along..."
"What, seriously?" Freaky throws the lift in reverse and begins to back up through the entrance curtain. "Not that I'm complaining, but, where the hell is she gonna sit?"
"Honestly? I have no idea, but she still wanted to go with us..." Yugo states, as the forklift disappears behind the curtain.
Tag Match: Boyz Malicious vs Genesis Mirage
This one started out with Erik and JC trading moves with each other, be it grapple or strike. Right until Matt decided he wanted in and tagged himself in. JC started to just mop the floor with Matt, and then in comes Mikey to make it even worse. It looked to be over when Mikey hit his Spear finisher, but Matt reversed the pin attempt. So JC was tagged back in, and they end up in the GM corner, where Erik grabs JC so Matt could get in a free hit. Then came the Hot Tag for GM, and Erik hits the Pedigree on JC, but Mikey broke it up. Mikey and Matt are both tagged in, Mikey pretty much flattens Matt, and tags JC back in. Apparently, Matt wasn't doing to good, so Erik tagged himself in, and Mikey is tagged back in as well. Back and forth action until Erik hit the Pounce, Matt knocked JC off the apron, Erik pins, and this one was over.
WINNERS: Genesis Mirage
Singles Match: CAGE vs Jackel
This was never really a match, this was just a straight up brawl for the most part. It was just back and forth. Cudos to Cage for taking a Hydroplane and getting right back up, pretty much no selling it. But sadly, another Hydroplane put him down for the 3 count.
WINNER: Jackel
The camera fades to show the road as the forklift, being driven by Freaky, tears down the road at breakneck speed (10 MPH), with Yugo still riding on the back, and Melissa hanging from the side. The camera shifts over to show the forklift's cargo, the figure of Mark Rejda, now coated entirely in duct tape. A car horn honks, drawing the attention of the camera. It turns to see that the forklift is driving down the fast lane, followed by a moving traffic jam. "Hey, bite me, GRANMA!" Yugo shouts, drawing a laugh from Melissa.
You know...I, of all people, am usually not the one to question these plans, but isn't this kinda weird even for us. We're driving down the fast lane in a forklift with a mummy hanging on the forks. Don't you think the police will find this just a LITTLE bit suspicious?"
Yugo stops and thinks for a moment before leaning over the driver's seat. "You know, probably, but remember who's on our side, man! We'll be fine!" Yugo laughs again, looking back. He then peers back down toward Freaky. "Oh, hey, someone's trying to pass us. Take the middle!"
Freaky cuts the steering wheel hard and cuts off the car that was attempting to pass them, which was a Ford Festiva. The driver lays on his horn which prompts Freaky to lean out the open air cabin. "Oh shut up! You're driving a Festiva!! Even this rig is better looking than that!"
"Hey, I'll have you know this thing wasn't exactly cheap!" Yugo states, sounding hurt at Freaky's comment.
"It still amazes me you've found any use at all for this thing..." Melissa sighs.
"Oh, quiet, you!"
As Freaky goes down the road further, he begins to notice the mummy of duct tape stirring, Mark is beginning to wake up. "Hey! No!" Freaky leaned forward in the seat holding another convenient kendo stick. "Bad Mark!"
Leaning forward, Freaky cracked the stick over the head of the bundle of duct tape. There is a slight groan and grunt and it goes quiet again. "Bad! No one gave you permission to wake up."
Yugo looks on with a laugh, before turning back around to find the drivers of the front-most vehicles staring on as Freaky cracks the duct-tape-mummy with the kendo stick. He immediately dons a frustrated look. "WHAT?!" Yugo demands.
"You want something to look at?! I'll give you something to look at, how about cherry coke, bitch!!" Picking up his half empty mega-gulp from a previous pit stop, Freaky chucked the gargantuan drink over his shoulder. It sailed gracefully between Yugo and Melissa and splatted on the windshield of the car directly behind them.
Yugo immediately lets out a cackle, while pointing to the car behind them, as the forklifts continues mulling along down the road, the traffic jam growing ever-larger behind them.
Triple Threat: Brandon Mac vs Deathblade vs Dante Malicious
There was just too much stuff going on to keep up. They just kept taking turns on beating each other up, sometimes it taking only seconds to switch who would be beat down. By the end, DB was bleeding thanks to some Mac punches, and Brandon hit Dante with some Sweet Chin Music with auto cover and DB tried to break it up, but his elbow fell just short of the two and the 3 count was made.
WINNER: Brandon Mac
World Title Tournament match Non-title: Lino vs Carnivore
To start things off, Carnivore was just tearing into Lino, but a few minutes into it, Lino started to come back with some offense of his own, right until Carnivore hit the Vile Driver for the 3 count.
WINNER: Carnivore
The camera once again fades from the AWF arena to follow the journey on the forklift. This time, the image fades in to show the security booth of an airport, where an asian man, with an open Hawaiian shirt under his security coat, a security hat held up by the spikes of his oh-so-subtle green mohawk, and, to top it all off, Groucho Marx glasses. The camera pans over to show the forklift pulling up. But this time, Yugo Ryan and Melissa Rez are no longer riding on the back and side. Instead, Yugo is seated atop the duct-tape-mummy upon the forks, with Melissa Rez seated in his lap. The forklift pulls up to the booth, where the man pokes his head out.
"O~OH, FINALLY! You guys are RE~EALLY late, ya know that?!" The man demands.
Freaky could only stare in stunned silence at the 'guard' for a few seconds. "Oh that's not obvious at all. Was everyone in on this little scheme?"
Yugo leans his head back and looks to Freaky, his view upside-down. "No, not everyone. I only called a few people for this one... Coulda done more, but, y'know." Yugo states, as the forklift continues onward. "Best to keep it limited, on something like this."
Freaky drives the forklift into one of the hangars where there is a large box sitting on the floor, the top off to show it is empty and beside it standing a young man with his arms crossed, waiting on them to get closer.
"Oh and this one's not even trying." Freaky said as he lowered the forks down to the ground.
"Oh, just like you guys didn't even try to stop that catering cart from flying down the hall?" The man demands, puffing on a cigarette in his hand. He removes the cigarette and exhales, dropping it to the ground and putting it out with his boot as he approaches.
"Don't you know those things will kill you?" Said the man who drank at least a two six packs before 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
Freaky stepped out of the forklift and walked over to the duct tap mummy, giving it one last stomp to make sure he was out cold. Scooping him up over his shoulder and then dropping him rather unceremoniously in the crate, then put the lid back on with the help of the man who had been waiting for them. "So where are we sending this guy exactly?"
The young man pulls a hammer out of his pants pocket before circling the crate, pounding nails in to seal it up. "Care to do the honors, Yugo?" The young man asks, handing and address sticker to Yugo. Yugo takes it with a grin. The young man then hands him a sharpie, as well. After a quick bit of writing, Yugo passes the sticker back to the young man, who places it upon the crate with a heavy smack.
"Alright, Freaky, we've got to get you back for your match." Yugo states, turning and walking back toward the forklift.
Freaky, having completely forgotten about having a match, bolted back to the forklift but was unable to beat Yugo to the driver's seat, so he held on where Yugo had been hanging on the way over. "Let's go, I'm not gonna give O'Sinus Congestion any kind of advantage by not showing up."
"ALRIGHT! LET'S GUN IT!" Yugo shouts as the forklifts takes off, leaving the young man alone in the hangar. He looks back to the crate, before crouching next to it and lighting up another cigarette.
"Don't worry, kid. It'll be a bit embarrassing at first, but, hey, they could be sending you to worse places..." The young man laughs and shakes his head, slapping the crate once more as he walks off. The camera then zooms in on the writing on the address sticker: "IGNITION ARENA".
Singles Match Non-title: Brandon Malicious vs Scott Manor
Once again, matches like this prove that 09 didn't give lightweights the short end of the stick. Brandon was pretty much even with Manor, and this was just going back and forth. Eventually, Brandon hit his Mic Check and Manor should again be glad his title wasn't on the line.
WINNER: Brandon Malicious
"Hey, Lino! Bye, Lino!" Freaky shouts, shoving past the exhausted Big Alaskan Beast as he rushes out to the ring. Lino only looks on as Freaky rushes off, soon hearing the sound of an engine approaching. He turns around to see Yugo Ryan and Melissa Rez riding up on the forklift. Lino shakes his head at the two for a moment.
"You guys are SO going to hell, you know that?" Lino asks while Yugo busts out laughing.
Main Event: SIN (Osiris & Oriental Express) vs The X (Freaky, Alexander Craine, & Jaysun Legend)
Ouch, just ouch. Osiris and Freaky started brawling, and Freaky tagged in Alex, who used his Signature Shining Wizard and making Osiris bleed. Freaky was tagged back in who delivers a Punt Kick to Osiris and pins while Alex and Jaysun keep Blade and Machine out. They never got the chance to get in.
WINNERS: The X (Freaky, Alexander Craine, & Jaysun Legend)
OOC: Sorry for being a bit late, exams suck.
Mark appears on the stage as his theme plays, in usual manor he holds his arm out in a pose for the crowd. As he poses there is an audible CRACK and Mark falls flat on his face as Freaky stands over him, kendo stick in hand. Freaky drives the toe of his boot into Rejda's gut a few times then cracks the kendo stick over his back again.
As Freaky continues the assault, Yugo leans back in his corner, looking on with a grin. The referee looks from Yugo to the stage, then back to Yugo. In response, Yugo gestures toward the attack. "He's not in the ring, count." Yugo states, as the ref begins the count, eventually hitting ten and signaling Yugo as the winner. Yugo then climbs out of the ring and, with his arms crossed behind his back, approaches Freaky and Mark.
As Yugo steps out of the ring, the kendo stick breaks over Mark's back. Tossing the broken stick over his shoulder, Freaky takes a few steps back and waits for Mark to try to get up. As Mark gets to his hands and feet, Freaky charges forward and hits the Anesthesia. Mark's head jerks back and he falls limp at Yugo's feet.
Yugo looks down at Mark, his signature maniacal grin plastered across his face. Yugo chuckles quietly while Mark remains limp, before approaching Freaky. He says something which the camera can not pick up and continues backstage while Freaky backs up. After a few moments, the sound of an engine turning over is heard, just before Yugo rides out onto the stage on his forklift. He continues working the controls, stopping just short of Mark. Yugo climbs out and rolls him onto the forks, and turns around to find Freaky in the driver's seat.
"You can drive us back...maybe." Freaky works the controls and the raises the forks, lifting Rejda off the ground like a sacrificial lamb. "Hey if chicks dig heavy equipment, you think the forklift will count?"
"Guess we'll find out, won't we?" Yugo states, climbing onto the back of the forklift and holding onto the frame of the driver's seat, waving and blowing mock kisses to the crowd as they approach the curtain. He then leans over the driver's seat. "By the way, Melissa wanted to come along..."
"What, seriously?" Freaky throws the lift in reverse and begins to back up through the entrance curtain. "Not that I'm complaining, but, where the hell is she gonna sit?"
"Honestly? I have no idea, but she still wanted to go with us..." Yugo states, as the forklift disappears behind the curtain.
Tag Match: Boyz Malicious vs Genesis Mirage
This one started out with Erik and JC trading moves with each other, be it grapple or strike. Right until Matt decided he wanted in and tagged himself in. JC started to just mop the floor with Matt, and then in comes Mikey to make it even worse. It looked to be over when Mikey hit his Spear finisher, but Matt reversed the pin attempt. So JC was tagged back in, and they end up in the GM corner, where Erik grabs JC so Matt could get in a free hit. Then came the Hot Tag for GM, and Erik hits the Pedigree on JC, but Mikey broke it up. Mikey and Matt are both tagged in, Mikey pretty much flattens Matt, and tags JC back in. Apparently, Matt wasn't doing to good, so Erik tagged himself in, and Mikey is tagged back in as well. Back and forth action until Erik hit the Pounce, Matt knocked JC off the apron, Erik pins, and this one was over.
WINNERS: Genesis Mirage
Singles Match: CAGE vs Jackel
This was never really a match, this was just a straight up brawl for the most part. It was just back and forth. Cudos to Cage for taking a Hydroplane and getting right back up, pretty much no selling it. But sadly, another Hydroplane put him down for the 3 count.
WINNER: Jackel
The camera fades to show the road as the forklift, being driven by Freaky, tears down the road at breakneck speed (10 MPH), with Yugo still riding on the back, and Melissa hanging from the side. The camera shifts over to show the forklift's cargo, the figure of Mark Rejda, now coated entirely in duct tape. A car horn honks, drawing the attention of the camera. It turns to see that the forklift is driving down the fast lane, followed by a moving traffic jam. "Hey, bite me, GRANMA!" Yugo shouts, drawing a laugh from Melissa.
You know...I, of all people, am usually not the one to question these plans, but isn't this kinda weird even for us. We're driving down the fast lane in a forklift with a mummy hanging on the forks. Don't you think the police will find this just a LITTLE bit suspicious?"
Yugo stops and thinks for a moment before leaning over the driver's seat. "You know, probably, but remember who's on our side, man! We'll be fine!" Yugo laughs again, looking back. He then peers back down toward Freaky. "Oh, hey, someone's trying to pass us. Take the middle!"
Freaky cuts the steering wheel hard and cuts off the car that was attempting to pass them, which was a Ford Festiva. The driver lays on his horn which prompts Freaky to lean out the open air cabin. "Oh shut up! You're driving a Festiva!! Even this rig is better looking than that!"
"Hey, I'll have you know this thing wasn't exactly cheap!" Yugo states, sounding hurt at Freaky's comment.
"It still amazes me you've found any use at all for this thing..." Melissa sighs.
"Oh, quiet, you!"
As Freaky goes down the road further, he begins to notice the mummy of duct tape stirring, Mark is beginning to wake up. "Hey! No!" Freaky leaned forward in the seat holding another convenient kendo stick. "Bad Mark!"
Leaning forward, Freaky cracked the stick over the head of the bundle of duct tape. There is a slight groan and grunt and it goes quiet again. "Bad! No one gave you permission to wake up."
Yugo looks on with a laugh, before turning back around to find the drivers of the front-most vehicles staring on as Freaky cracks the duct-tape-mummy with the kendo stick. He immediately dons a frustrated look. "WHAT?!" Yugo demands.
"You want something to look at?! I'll give you something to look at, how about cherry coke, bitch!!" Picking up his half empty mega-gulp from a previous pit stop, Freaky chucked the gargantuan drink over his shoulder. It sailed gracefully between Yugo and Melissa and splatted on the windshield of the car directly behind them.
Yugo immediately lets out a cackle, while pointing to the car behind them, as the forklifts continues mulling along down the road, the traffic jam growing ever-larger behind them.
Triple Threat: Brandon Mac vs Deathblade vs Dante Malicious
There was just too much stuff going on to keep up. They just kept taking turns on beating each other up, sometimes it taking only seconds to switch who would be beat down. By the end, DB was bleeding thanks to some Mac punches, and Brandon hit Dante with some Sweet Chin Music with auto cover and DB tried to break it up, but his elbow fell just short of the two and the 3 count was made.
WINNER: Brandon Mac
World Title Tournament match Non-title: Lino vs Carnivore
To start things off, Carnivore was just tearing into Lino, but a few minutes into it, Lino started to come back with some offense of his own, right until Carnivore hit the Vile Driver for the 3 count.
WINNER: Carnivore
The camera once again fades from the AWF arena to follow the journey on the forklift. This time, the image fades in to show the security booth of an airport, where an asian man, with an open Hawaiian shirt under his security coat, a security hat held up by the spikes of his oh-so-subtle green mohawk, and, to top it all off, Groucho Marx glasses. The camera pans over to show the forklift pulling up. But this time, Yugo Ryan and Melissa Rez are no longer riding on the back and side. Instead, Yugo is seated atop the duct-tape-mummy upon the forks, with Melissa Rez seated in his lap. The forklift pulls up to the booth, where the man pokes his head out.
"O~OH, FINALLY! You guys are RE~EALLY late, ya know that?!" The man demands.
Freaky could only stare in stunned silence at the 'guard' for a few seconds. "Oh that's not obvious at all. Was everyone in on this little scheme?"
Yugo leans his head back and looks to Freaky, his view upside-down. "No, not everyone. I only called a few people for this one... Coulda done more, but, y'know." Yugo states, as the forklift continues onward. "Best to keep it limited, on something like this."
Freaky drives the forklift into one of the hangars where there is a large box sitting on the floor, the top off to show it is empty and beside it standing a young man with his arms crossed, waiting on them to get closer.
"Oh and this one's not even trying." Freaky said as he lowered the forks down to the ground.
"Oh, just like you guys didn't even try to stop that catering cart from flying down the hall?" The man demands, puffing on a cigarette in his hand. He removes the cigarette and exhales, dropping it to the ground and putting it out with his boot as he approaches.
"Don't you know those things will kill you?" Said the man who drank at least a two six packs before 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
Freaky stepped out of the forklift and walked over to the duct tap mummy, giving it one last stomp to make sure he was out cold. Scooping him up over his shoulder and then dropping him rather unceremoniously in the crate, then put the lid back on with the help of the man who had been waiting for them. "So where are we sending this guy exactly?"
The young man pulls a hammer out of his pants pocket before circling the crate, pounding nails in to seal it up. "Care to do the honors, Yugo?" The young man asks, handing and address sticker to Yugo. Yugo takes it with a grin. The young man then hands him a sharpie, as well. After a quick bit of writing, Yugo passes the sticker back to the young man, who places it upon the crate with a heavy smack.
"Alright, Freaky, we've got to get you back for your match." Yugo states, turning and walking back toward the forklift.
Freaky, having completely forgotten about having a match, bolted back to the forklift but was unable to beat Yugo to the driver's seat, so he held on where Yugo had been hanging on the way over. "Let's go, I'm not gonna give O'Sinus Congestion any kind of advantage by not showing up."
"ALRIGHT! LET'S GUN IT!" Yugo shouts as the forklifts takes off, leaving the young man alone in the hangar. He looks back to the crate, before crouching next to it and lighting up another cigarette.
"Don't worry, kid. It'll be a bit embarrassing at first, but, hey, they could be sending you to worse places..." The young man laughs and shakes his head, slapping the crate once more as he walks off. The camera then zooms in on the writing on the address sticker: "IGNITION ARENA".
Singles Match Non-title: Brandon Malicious vs Scott Manor
Once again, matches like this prove that 09 didn't give lightweights the short end of the stick. Brandon was pretty much even with Manor, and this was just going back and forth. Eventually, Brandon hit his Mic Check and Manor should again be glad his title wasn't on the line.
WINNER: Brandon Malicious
"Hey, Lino! Bye, Lino!" Freaky shouts, shoving past the exhausted Big Alaskan Beast as he rushes out to the ring. Lino only looks on as Freaky rushes off, soon hearing the sound of an engine approaching. He turns around to see Yugo Ryan and Melissa Rez riding up on the forklift. Lino shakes his head at the two for a moment.
"You guys are SO going to hell, you know that?" Lino asks while Yugo busts out laughing.
Main Event: SIN (Osiris & Oriental Express) vs The X (Freaky, Alexander Craine, & Jaysun Legend)
Ouch, just ouch. Osiris and Freaky started brawling, and Freaky tagged in Alex, who used his Signature Shining Wizard and making Osiris bleed. Freaky was tagged back in who delivers a Punt Kick to Osiris and pins while Alex and Jaysun keep Blade and Machine out. They never got the chance to get in.
WINNERS: The X (Freaky, Alexander Craine, & Jaysun Legend)
OOC: Sorry for being a bit late, exams suck.
