Calling out the next victim

[hancocker]

The fans in the arena are clamoring about, waiting for the start of the first match. Before that can get started though, the arena's lights dim and fog enters the arena from all corners and I'm Broken by Pantera begins to play. Coming out onto the entrance ramp is the Proeliator, fully suited up and ready to wrestle, walking down to the ring.

Dave:~
I'm looking at my match notes, I can assure you, this is not the match we're suppose to see right away.

Johnny:~
Dave, the man is the superstar of the week, give him a little respect! He's earned it!

Rolling into the ring, carrying a microphone, the king of the cage prepares to speak.

Pro:~
I was sitting in the back, getting prepared for my match tonight, which includes a special guest appearance from Metal Dragon, and I thought that I would grace your presence here tonight and welcome you to Monday Night Decimation, considering I am the superstar of the week.

Johnny:~
He is right about that, he earned his stripes last week against Magnus Gunner

Dave:~
Not completely sold on this youngster yet, but he showed me plenty of potential last week.

Pro:~
This week I happen to be facing Black Dragon and Josh Gaines in a match I originally requested to be a handicap match, but is now a tag match, thanks to a good friend of mine offering a hand. You may ask, why them? Well quite frankly, Josh Gaines is an arrogant punk, and Black Dragon, you're about as Dark and Evil as the Teletubbies! I'm sick of people claiming to be this or that, and being imposters, leading a group of sheeple down their path with them. I hope to once and for all, eradicate this man that claims he is neither dead or alive. I will kill him, and it won't be pretty.

Johnny:~
So we get murder... and wrestling? This show's getting better every week!

Dave:~
As long as James O'Connell is in charge there aren't going to be any murders going on here.

Pro:~
I am the pro, the dark warrior, the king of the cage, the master of the armbar, whatever you want to call me, but come hell or high water, it won't be long until you're calling me world champ. Any and every obstacle will be obliterated, starting tonight, with you Black Dragon, and you Josh Gaines.

Tbc

[moore]

As soon as the "Master Of The Armbar" stops talking lights through out the arena start to flicker and the fans becomevery confused about whats going on around them and look around the arena for clues as to whats going on. After a second of even more confusin dim red lights are the only things seen through out the arena. Soft music starts to pour out of the PA system then after a few seconds it gets louder and Lip Gloss and Black by Atreyu blares through out the arena, while at the same time an unfamiliar figue runs out on the stage and gets mixed emotions from the fans. He stands at the top of the ramp banging painted face to the rythem of the music then started to runs down the ramp slaping hands with the fans who extend their arms. He is wearing a black jacket with grey fuzz on the shoulder part which also has spikes attached to it, and he is wearing red and black wrestling tights that match his boots. His face paint is unlike somebodys ever seen before, around his eyes are entirerly colored black with a black line going from his forhead to the tip of his noes, with two intersecting lines on his forhead that don't got past his eyes. He then stops half way down the ramp and points to the fans trying to bring their spirit up but is nothing but a failure because they know nothing about him. He then just continues on his short jurney to the ring and slides in. The Pro stares on with a look of confusion on his face which is also painted. He walks past the Pro and walks to the corner and climbs up to the second set of ropes and spreads his arms with another fail of trying to get the fans on his side. He just blows it off and does a back flip off the rope landing solidly on the mat. He walks over to the center of the ropes and leans over signaling for a mic and is handed on by a staff worker. He then walks around the back side of the man who requests to be called anything that floats our boats. He walkd several feet away from him and ignores the obvious request to interact with The Pro. He starts to pace an area of about 5 feet and then starts to talk into the mic labled "LDWA."

:: //The Hardcore Punk\\ Adam Moore //The Prince of Punk\\ ::
Hello LDWA, what an honor it is to be here marking the debute of Adam Moore. Some know me as "The Hardcore Punk" or even "The Prince of Punk" but you will all no me as "The Fan Favorite," now obviously I have alot to work on but you just give me time loyal fans of LDWA. But thats not why I am out here today, I have come far to be here and I have come to do nothing more then to entertain each and every one of you. I know you get sick and tired of hearing people like me suck up, but you best believe I am not one of those people in the back. I am not the one who sucks up. I am the one to entertain, and will do just that. But right now there is something ELSE I would like to adress. Its acually standing in the ring right now.


The Pro looks up in shook and watch almost angerly as the new comer walks towards him. He is obviously pissed because it evident who Adam Moore is talking about. Adam starts to walk closer to the man standing in the ring with him and has a smile on his face from watching the reaction on The Pro. He stops just infront of "The Armbar Master" and looks up at the man who is just a few inches taller then him but the mowhawk makes it much let noticable. He once again begins to talk into the mic and uses his free hand as something like a 'tone measurer' to go along with the soft tone of his voice.


:: //The Hardcore Punk\\ Adam Moore //The Prince of Punk\\ ::
Thats right, I am talking about you big guy. You come out her and go on about how great you are and put down other but really everything you say is just a mear reflection of you. Now I understand that you are from a place I call home Pittsburg, Pennsyvania. And I am almost discraced to say that because quite frankly you give it a bad name, and I simply will not stand for it. Now after I sit back and watch you get your ass handed to you how about I offer a little something that concerns me and you for next week. How about next week if will be you steping into the ring with the man who is proud of what he believes in and believes that you should no longer be aloud to wrestle in a company that I call home for a home town, I call home against the one and only Prince of Punk, me Adam Moore. Now come on big guy, what do you say?


The fans now give into the new guy and give him a little bit of what he had been trying hard to get and cheer for a short amount of time, which is just enough to bring a smile to his painted face. The fans are all hoping that his challange is answered and the match is set for the next weeks card. He looks up at the man who is barley loking down and waits egarly for an answer. He lowers the mic allowing The Pro a chance to speak his mind and hopfuly accept his challange.


TBC: Sorry for butting in.







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[blackdragondraven]

As soon as The Proeliator's last words cross his lips the lights cut out.

Johnny:What the hell is this?

Dave: I don't know but I think the place just got colder.

after a few moments Across the chasm starts to play over the pa.

Black Dragon and Serenity walk out from back stage. Black Dragon is in all black with a black sleeveless trench that is closed.

Serenity is in a black Trench as well but heres is open so you can see that she is in short black and red shorts with a black top on.
The male fans start to cheer at the sight of her.

Serenity takes a mic out and puts it to her lips.

"So let me make sure we heard you right.You think dragon here is about as dark as a teletubbie? Can you tell us what in the hell that even is?

Pro:yea it's a charter on a child's TV show.

Serenity:So you like to look at little kids shows? Well to each there own. You say that Black Dragon clams to be nether dead or alive. That's odd Dragon has not said a word to any one other than my self and Draven. Now you say you are going to kill Black Dragon here tonight? Well all I have to say is many have tried even the immortal Vlad and none have managed to get the job done.

Now as for our partner tonight Josh we have nether seen or heard from him seance Draven left him a broken bloody mess. But don't you worry the tag match will go down tonight as plained. You see I have talked to our good gm James and if Josh now shows Draven will tack his place. Now it will not matter if it is Josh or Draven tonight proeliator you will be the one that gets taken to hell.

TBC:Pro Josh or MD

[Metal Dragon (Rob Deezy)]

"Impossible Brutality" by Kreator strikes up with a drum beat, and the crowd immediately goes wild as most of them are EVPW fans who know whose music this is. The song kicks in with the heavy riff and the noise only grows louder as it plays.

Dave: "The fans who watch our sister promotion, EVPW, know exactly whose music that is! The crowd's going wild!"

Metal Dragon steps through the curtain in black knee-length trunks with a red stripe down the outside of each leg and black wrestling shoes on his feet. The crowd goes wild as they didn't expect the superstar, not as big of a caliber as Vladimir Strife, last week's visitor, is but different also in that it's someone that the crowd can get behind. Dragon takes a short moment to scan the crowd before promptly walking down the aisle.

"And here's Proeliator's tag partner tonight, the man, the legend, Metal Dragon."

"He's not a legend yet, but this is still big. Hopefully it'll be big because he gets a big beatdown tonight."

MD stretches his hand out, gesturing that he wants a microphone, as he nears the end of his journey to the ring, then slides in and gets a talking stick. The Nashvillian looks at his fellow wrestler with the surname "Dragon" as well as The Proeliator and Adam Moore.

MD: "In one corner, at a combined weight of around 500 pounds of body weight and two tons of hot air, armed with 5th grade insults and goth makeup, the team of Black Dragon and... Some guy who isn't even out here yet!"

The crowd cheers the disrespectful-as-ever Metal Dragon, who then looks over to Moore.

"And... Who the hell is this guy?"

Adam: "My name's Adam Moore."

"Do you... wrestle here?"

"Yeah, why the fuck else would I be out here?"

"Did you get fired from your job at Hot Topic?"

Moore scowls at MD but doesn't attack, knowing that going after a veteran in that fashion in a fight would be a very stupid move.

"The main thing I'm out here to do, besides get attention, is to hype this up. We've got a tornado tag match featuring two people who know a thousand different armbars versus one washed-up shithead and another douche who nobody's ever heard of. Now, Proeliator, should we pin them tonight or break their arms?"

TBC Anyone who this thread involves

[hancocker]

Looking at his partner for tonight, back towards his opponent for tonight, and speaks.

Pro:~
I say we make them suffer a pain they've never felt before in their lives. Letting them know that they have been in the ring with two men, looking to brutalize everything in their path, and that their survival is only because of our mercy.

Dave:~
Strong words here from the Pro, he's gained some attitude since winning last week.

Johnny:~
Who wouldn't, he won by knockout last week.

Pro:~
This leads me to you, Adam. Who the fuck do you think you are? Coming out here, interrupting me while I'm gracing these fans with my glory? I have half a mind to knock your teeth down your throat tonight, but I won't. I'll let you watch my match tonight with a guest spot sitting in that corner. I'll have a chair set up outside just for you. Next week, if you're not scared off after tonight, I'll match up with you, to show you that little faggot ass emo punks like you don't belong in my ring.

Adam Moore is about to speak, but gets cut off by the Proeliator.

Nah, you don't get to speak, I gave you your moment in the spotlight standing next to me. Not a damn person here cares what you think. You can either go to the back, stay there, like the bitch you are, or accept my offer to watch what real wrestling looks like in our tag match, either way, you're not going to gain any respect.

TBC: or i'll finish it off if no one else has anything to add