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Post by moxley on Sept 15, 2018 22:46:11 GMT
As a non televised NBW event started "Looking Down The Barrel Of Today" by Hatebreed began to blast over the PA system. The crowd had mixed reactions as some well knew who was about to come out and others are in a complete state of confusion since they don't know who this could be. The Titantron cuts to a TV test pattern and the music cuts out. As soon as the test pattern ends whistling can be heard. Slowly a slim blond figure appears on the titantron, causing the part of the crowd who know who he is to pop. the figure begins to speak.
Blond Figure: I know that the majority of you in the crowd don't know who i am. soon enough.. you will.. when i completely ravage and decimate the whole NBW roster.. but for now.. i shall remain.. anonymous..
The Video on the titantron Fades to black slowly. the majority of the crowd still in a state of confusion, waiting for closure.
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Post by Commish Lamarche on Sept 16, 2018 2:46:09 GMT
Smoke and awe settles the crowd into their seats. After some delay, a familiar tune murmurs through the big screen that of "We the People" by A Tribe Called Quest. From the confusion emerges the dishelved figure of Old Jo Lamarche, Commisioner of the Bum Fights wearing out of season clothing. His beard and hair have overgrown in length making him look unhinged. Lamarche walks by the aid of an aluminium cane - the kind people steal from CVS - before making a Yodi-like ascent into the ring. Fans look on in solemn disbelief.
"Cut my damn music," he says after some handed him mic. "Did I stutter? Because everyone is looking like they've seen a ghost. Well, mother fuckers, I'm alive and not to your concern. Rumors revive those wishing for death. They bring them front and center like... well it doesn't matter about me. Because I am a ghost."
Fans look around scratching their heads as this Shakespearian level of revelation.
"You don't want to believe me. You want to suck that golden teat - but you better watch your asses," he says shaking his head. "This new guy is trouble. Was Vincent Pryde evil, definitely. This Chairman Mao shit is going to be your donwfall. Mark my words. Now let them the sharks do what they have to do..."
Lamarche puts his arms out letting his cane ht the canvas. Lights flicker a bit before tunring off. When they return - only seconds later - a dozen men have stationed themselves around the arena dressed in traditional ninja outfits. Old Jo gestures with a Matrix-like "bring it" bringing all them on the attack from every angle - just as the light spark out again. They blink on and off several times amidst an older man's screams. Fans see this entire band asault Lamarche mercilessly, beating him to the ground until the lights go off for good. They finally return a minute later to show that both Lamarche and his attackers have vanished. Secruity arrives at the entrance stage, but they are too late to be of any help.
[end scene]
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Post by Southern Militia on Sept 16, 2018 4:27:34 GMT
A calmness comes over the crowd before the sound of gun shots can be heard over the P.A. followed by "Cowboy Way" by HellYeah blaring loud. From the crowd comes two men dressed in black and white military grade cargo pants, black vests, and Confederate flag bandanas over their mouths, bandit style. They hop into the ring in unison with mics in hand. The smaller of the two pulls his bandana down and starts to speak.
(Wes Stevens)
You people are damned idgits I tell ya! You cheer on some outsider who is looking to rip all of this away from our United States of Willie Nelson's AMERICA?! I for one will not stand for that bull shit!
The other gentleman shakes his head as if shaking off the demons. He rips his bandana down.
(TJ Walker)
You tell'em how-its-gonna be, partna! You tell'em what the Southern Militia is gonna do!
(Wes Stevens)
My pops told us that if we're gonna make a statement like him and his buddy did, then we need to own this tag team division of theirs and we need to run roughshod on that chinamen! We're the guys along with the rest of the boys in the back who built this company and we'll be damned if we let it being ripped away so goddamned easily!
The fans actually boo the two southern warriors.
(TJ Walker)
You're all brain washed by the idea of some indie darlings from Japan who promise to deliver you even higher quality matches than what we done did here! It's all lies, I tell ya! This JuJuBean guy doesn't have anyone's best interest at heart! I'd much rather stick with the devil I know than one painted yella and spews terrible engrish!
(Wes Stevens)
Don't worry, New Blood Thirsty... These good ol' boys here will deliver yall from evil, we guaran-damn-tee it! Play us out, trailer monkeys!
"Cowboy Way" plays over the PA and The Southern Militia exit up the ramp pulling their bandanas back up as they do.
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Post by Jubei on Sept 16, 2018 5:30:03 GMT
From the darkness comes a man in a yellow fishing coat and hat carrying a long fishing spear. He parades to the ring with an Aldi bag in his other hand to the music of "Pelicans We", jauntily as he does as if unaware of his place. Suddenly, a fat man dressed in a leotard and red luchador mask attacks him from behind. Fans go into an uproar as it seems within that Aldi bag resides a papertowel wrapped sandwich. Blows break out until other members of the bum fights can help security break them apart. It takes several to pull the man many know as "Capt. Pelican" off the other fighter, "Ninja Bob". They exchange heated word up the ramp, or it seems that this was not even on the card - or so the people think as both disappear to the back.
However, from the strangeness, another emerges with a bundle of bread and tuna caserole: the confident smile of their champion, Ralph Grosse. He laughs while presenting the sandwich overhead. His smirk soon chomps into a prize worth the blood of two others to get.
Like most bum fights, those ina attendance have no idea what to expect each night. Nor do they know if or when the now infamously dangerous Capt. Pelican will harpoon someone. Although his non-ring appearance leaves many - namely those in "Drink, Harpoon, Repeat" T-shirts - wanting to see his special brand of violence.
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Post by Jubei on Sept 20, 2018 2:37:34 GMT
[OOC: So that we're all clear, this whole thread is cannon. Anything that happened in roleplay fodder. For I'm locking it now.]
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