Post by Lord Hastings on Oct 4, 2010 18:42:02 GMT -5
Vinegar: Welcome back to another exciting edition of SYNERGY!
Covert Jay: Huttah!
Lieberjosch: It seems like we shall not be getting the so serious Covert Jay of last week?
Covert Jay: Nope!
Lieberjosch: And why is that?
Covert Jay: I’m mysterious. I’m a...
Lieberjosch: Don’t say Ninja....
Vinegar: We once again have a great card up this week, and we would like to thank T-Rob for making sure last week’s show went ahead.
Covert Jay: What?
Vinegar: What?
Lieberjosch: Take it away before we have more Confusion Dennis.
DING, DING!
Dennis: The following Cooperative match is scheduled for ONE FAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!
"When They Come For Me"
Deimos and Fernandez come out to the stage, Fernandez with the Mallet of Doom (tm) slung over his shoulders. Fernandez shouts into the crowd and circles around Deimos as Deimos is more focused on the ring on their walk down the ramp. Deimos enters the ring and Fernandez stands on the apron, thrusting the Mallet into the air as red, white, and blue Pyros explode around the ring.
Dennis: Introducing first, the team of Phrixus Deimos and Alan Fernandez......FREAK SHOW CENNNNNTTTTTRRRRAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: A very experienced team in the LWF, they could provide quite a challenge for the relatively green Michael Gordy and ‘One Taste’ Poison. What is your professional opinion, Jay?
Covert Jay: Freaks gonna kick some ass! More ass than Pink Puppies!
Lieberjosch: What??
Covert Jay: You heard me.
"The best excuse in the World...to join the party" is spoken over the PA. And the crowd immediately erupt into a deafening chorus of cheers.
The arena plunges to darkness as aggressive riff of "Dirty World" by Dope slams over the PA system, sending shock waves through the speakers almost muting the noise from the crowd. Flickering lights of lime green flash around the dark, wide open space as the floor beneath the crowd’s feet trembles with the music. A thick layer of green fog slithers down the entrance ramp, creeping into the ring and lingering heavily in the air. As images of The One and Only Poison flash on the titantron, she parts the black curtain and strides confidently onto the ramp. Her eyes burn with intensity and hate, her body pounding with adrenaline and her blood lust on her mind as she makes her way down to the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope.
Dennis: Introducing the opponents, first, weighing in at 112lbs, from Dallas, Texas..... ‘ONE TASTE’ POOOIIIIIIIISSSSSOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lieberjosch: Oh boy....Dennis is in for it now; you never, EVER, announce a Ladies weight!
Covert Jay: Poison doesn’t seem to mind...
Lieberjosch: How do you know?
Covert Jay: She isn’t attacking him.
Vinegar: We’re all ready for Michael Gordy an....wait....I’m getting Robert Ooley on my headset here..........it appears that Michael Gordy has not even entered the building. They are sending in a replacement partner.
‘Self Revolution’
Vinegar: Wow, the Consortium is letting him compete??
Lieberjosch: Isn’t he meant to be dead?
Killswitch walks out doing.....something with a flag of some description, but obviously the fans could care less. He continues to walk out
Dennis: Um....introducing Gordy’s replacement.....KIIIIIILLLLLLLSSSSSSWWWWWWIIIITTTTCCCCCCHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Killswitch says something in French to the Texan, who just shoots an amused half smile before stepping out of the ring and onto the apron, Fernandez does the same.
DING, DING!
Vinegar: Killswitch and Deimos starting this one off, they go for the tie up, but Killswitch is able to duck out of it, before placing a hard kick at the calf of the former heavyweight champion.
Covert Jay: He has skills?
Vinegar: Well....no....that kick did nothing but piss him off...... Going in for something....he’s attempting a nipple cripple! Looking mildly perverse has never been so retarded before! Phrixus just pushes the self plagiarist off of him.
Lieberjosch: Is he crying?
Covert Jay: What a wimp....
Vinegar: And it seems we have company at ringside...
Lieberjosch: Is that Osirus' inbred offspring?
Vinegar: That is DarkBain, and I think the best word to describe him would be Minion.
Lieberjosch: What's that in his hand?
Vinegar: It seems to be a single red rose, and he is standing directly to the side of Poison, and I think he's looking at her tenderly, if he's even capable of such an emotional reaction.
Lieberjosch: Do the inbred have emotions?
Vinegar: Killswitch having a cry about people ganging up on him, and Poison, having enough of the guy, and possibly in an attempt to avoid DarkBain's advances, kicks him in the head through the ropes. Sam Green signalling a tag being made, and in comes Poison, who actually takes the time to write an RP.
Lieberjosch: The two now going at it, and we finally have a goddamn match!
Vinegar: Poison delivering a hard head-butt to the chest of Deimos, sending him to the floor. Who knew she had such a hard skull? Phrixus dusting himself off as he gets back up, Poison coming back in with a running bulldog. She must think that they can get the win here, because she tagged in Killswitch.
Covert Jay: BOO!
Vinegar: As she exits the ring, DarkBain reaches out with the rose, but it seems Poison wants to focus on the match, and basically ignores the big...thing.
Vinegar: Killswitch running in, and trips over the fallen Phrixus Deimos...why am I not surprised that happened? Fernandez seems to have had enough, walks in, AND SLAMS THE MALLET OF DOOM (tm) INTO THE FACE OF KILLSWITCH! HE IS NOT EVEN MOVING!
Covert Jay: He’s a dead non-ninja.
Lieberjosch: Not that I care, but isn’t that a disqualification?
Vinegar: Do you want Killswitch to win?
Lieberjosch: No.
Vinegar: Then don’t complain. Poison rolls her eyes and gets back into the ring. DarkBain's shoulders slump as the object of his apparent desire moves further away from him yet again. Deimos is back onto his feet, and the two begin trading blows in the middle of the ring. Deimos getting the upper hand, literally, sending Poison sprawling across the ring. Fernandez, offering to strike her with the Mallet of Doom (tm) when she arises, Deimos telling him to put it away. He complies, and is tagged in by Deimos.
Covert Jay: Quick as a ninja, Poison is on her feet!
Lieberjosch: Did Darkbain just clap giddily and hop up and down?
Covert Jay: Who knows, he is playing the big freak comes after cute, if hard ass, chick gimmick cliché, he could be capable of anything.
Vinegar: Locking up with Fernandez, SHOT!
Lieberjosch: It will take more than that to take down Fernandez, he is back up. And showing his strength with a quick super kick that takes her down!
Vinegar: Poison, resilient as ever, gets back up to her feet, and prepares for more battle. She takes Fernandez down with a quick snap suplex. Pin!
Green: ONE!
Lieberjosch: Kick out...obviously.
Covert Jay: Commotion at ringside!
Vinegar: It appears that Killswitch was, in fact, alive, and has brought in someone dressed as a colonel for some kind of army....and he is shouting up about how superior they both are to everyone in the ring! My god, will someone just end this annoying debacle that is any air time with Killswitch?
Lieberjosch: Deimos approaches the two, and starts talking some sense to them. Their mentally deficient minds can’t take it, the collapse on the arena floor just like that!
Vinegar: Thank you merciful god!
Lieberjosch: Fernandez looking to end this right here....HUMAN WRECKAGE!
Covert Jay: NINJA COVER!
Green: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!
DING! DING!
Dennis: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, FREAK SHOW CEEEENNNNTTTTRRRAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: Who didn’t see that coming?
Covert Jay: Any match with Killswitch is an automatic loss....ratings wise.
Lieberjosch: Good thing we aren’t on TV anymore.
Vinegar: Poison shakes her head as she makes her way up the ramp after her first disappointment in UGWC...
Covert Jay: I count three at least, she was teamed with Gordy, not once, but twice, even if he didn't show, that's a hell of a dissapointment.
Vinegar: And as DarkBain follows her up the ramp, rose outstretched, the Freak Show Central just look at each other as if to say, 'We're meant to be the freaks.'.
Covert Jay: Huttah!
Lieberjosch: It seems like we shall not be getting the so serious Covert Jay of last week?
Covert Jay: Nope!
Lieberjosch: And why is that?
Covert Jay: I’m mysterious. I’m a...
Lieberjosch: Don’t say Ninja....
Vinegar: We once again have a great card up this week, and we would like to thank T-Rob for making sure last week’s show went ahead.
Covert Jay: What?
Vinegar: What?
Lieberjosch: Take it away before we have more Confusion Dennis.
DING, DING!
Dennis: The following Cooperative match is scheduled for ONE FAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!
"When They Come For Me"
Deimos and Fernandez come out to the stage, Fernandez with the Mallet of Doom (tm) slung over his shoulders. Fernandez shouts into the crowd and circles around Deimos as Deimos is more focused on the ring on their walk down the ramp. Deimos enters the ring and Fernandez stands on the apron, thrusting the Mallet into the air as red, white, and blue Pyros explode around the ring.
Dennis: Introducing first, the team of Phrixus Deimos and Alan Fernandez......FREAK SHOW CENNNNNTTTTTRRRRAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: A very experienced team in the LWF, they could provide quite a challenge for the relatively green Michael Gordy and ‘One Taste’ Poison. What is your professional opinion, Jay?
Covert Jay: Freaks gonna kick some ass! More ass than Pink Puppies!
Lieberjosch: What??
Covert Jay: You heard me.
"The best excuse in the World...to join the party" is spoken over the PA. And the crowd immediately erupt into a deafening chorus of cheers.
The arena plunges to darkness as aggressive riff of "Dirty World" by Dope slams over the PA system, sending shock waves through the speakers almost muting the noise from the crowd. Flickering lights of lime green flash around the dark, wide open space as the floor beneath the crowd’s feet trembles with the music. A thick layer of green fog slithers down the entrance ramp, creeping into the ring and lingering heavily in the air. As images of The One and Only Poison flash on the titantron, she parts the black curtain and strides confidently onto the ramp. Her eyes burn with intensity and hate, her body pounding with adrenaline and her blood lust on her mind as she makes her way down to the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope.
Dennis: Introducing the opponents, first, weighing in at 112lbs, from Dallas, Texas..... ‘ONE TASTE’ POOOIIIIIIIISSSSSOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lieberjosch: Oh boy....Dennis is in for it now; you never, EVER, announce a Ladies weight!
Covert Jay: Poison doesn’t seem to mind...
Lieberjosch: How do you know?
Covert Jay: She isn’t attacking him.
Vinegar: We’re all ready for Michael Gordy an....wait....I’m getting Robert Ooley on my headset here..........it appears that Michael Gordy has not even entered the building. They are sending in a replacement partner.
‘Self Revolution’
Vinegar: Wow, the Consortium is letting him compete??
Lieberjosch: Isn’t he meant to be dead?
Killswitch walks out doing.....something with a flag of some description, but obviously the fans could care less. He continues to walk out
Dennis: Um....introducing Gordy’s replacement.....KIIIIIILLLLLLLSSSSSSWWWWWWIIIITTTTCCCCCCHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Killswitch says something in French to the Texan, who just shoots an amused half smile before stepping out of the ring and onto the apron, Fernandez does the same.
DING, DING!
Vinegar: Killswitch and Deimos starting this one off, they go for the tie up, but Killswitch is able to duck out of it, before placing a hard kick at the calf of the former heavyweight champion.
Covert Jay: He has skills?
Vinegar: Well....no....that kick did nothing but piss him off...... Going in for something....he’s attempting a nipple cripple! Looking mildly perverse has never been so retarded before! Phrixus just pushes the self plagiarist off of him.
Lieberjosch: Is he crying?
Covert Jay: What a wimp....
Vinegar: And it seems we have company at ringside...
Lieberjosch: Is that Osirus' inbred offspring?
Vinegar: That is DarkBain, and I think the best word to describe him would be Minion.
Lieberjosch: What's that in his hand?
Vinegar: It seems to be a single red rose, and he is standing directly to the side of Poison, and I think he's looking at her tenderly, if he's even capable of such an emotional reaction.
Lieberjosch: Do the inbred have emotions?
Vinegar: Killswitch having a cry about people ganging up on him, and Poison, having enough of the guy, and possibly in an attempt to avoid DarkBain's advances, kicks him in the head through the ropes. Sam Green signalling a tag being made, and in comes Poison, who actually takes the time to write an RP.
Lieberjosch: The two now going at it, and we finally have a goddamn match!
Vinegar: Poison delivering a hard head-butt to the chest of Deimos, sending him to the floor. Who knew she had such a hard skull? Phrixus dusting himself off as he gets back up, Poison coming back in with a running bulldog. She must think that they can get the win here, because she tagged in Killswitch.
Covert Jay: BOO!
Vinegar: As she exits the ring, DarkBain reaches out with the rose, but it seems Poison wants to focus on the match, and basically ignores the big...thing.
Vinegar: Killswitch running in, and trips over the fallen Phrixus Deimos...why am I not surprised that happened? Fernandez seems to have had enough, walks in, AND SLAMS THE MALLET OF DOOM (tm) INTO THE FACE OF KILLSWITCH! HE IS NOT EVEN MOVING!
Covert Jay: He’s a dead non-ninja.
Lieberjosch: Not that I care, but isn’t that a disqualification?
Vinegar: Do you want Killswitch to win?
Lieberjosch: No.
Vinegar: Then don’t complain. Poison rolls her eyes and gets back into the ring. DarkBain's shoulders slump as the object of his apparent desire moves further away from him yet again. Deimos is back onto his feet, and the two begin trading blows in the middle of the ring. Deimos getting the upper hand, literally, sending Poison sprawling across the ring. Fernandez, offering to strike her with the Mallet of Doom (tm) when she arises, Deimos telling him to put it away. He complies, and is tagged in by Deimos.
Covert Jay: Quick as a ninja, Poison is on her feet!
Lieberjosch: Did Darkbain just clap giddily and hop up and down?
Covert Jay: Who knows, he is playing the big freak comes after cute, if hard ass, chick gimmick cliché, he could be capable of anything.
Vinegar: Locking up with Fernandez, SHOT!
Lieberjosch: It will take more than that to take down Fernandez, he is back up. And showing his strength with a quick super kick that takes her down!
Vinegar: Poison, resilient as ever, gets back up to her feet, and prepares for more battle. She takes Fernandez down with a quick snap suplex. Pin!
Green: ONE!
Lieberjosch: Kick out...obviously.
Covert Jay: Commotion at ringside!
Vinegar: It appears that Killswitch was, in fact, alive, and has brought in someone dressed as a colonel for some kind of army....and he is shouting up about how superior they both are to everyone in the ring! My god, will someone just end this annoying debacle that is any air time with Killswitch?
Lieberjosch: Deimos approaches the two, and starts talking some sense to them. Their mentally deficient minds can’t take it, the collapse on the arena floor just like that!
Vinegar: Thank you merciful god!
Lieberjosch: Fernandez looking to end this right here....HUMAN WRECKAGE!
Covert Jay: NINJA COVER!
Green: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!
DING! DING!
Dennis: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, FREAK SHOW CEEEENNNNTTTTRRRAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: Who didn’t see that coming?
Covert Jay: Any match with Killswitch is an automatic loss....ratings wise.
Lieberjosch: Good thing we aren’t on TV anymore.
Vinegar: Poison shakes her head as she makes her way up the ramp after her first disappointment in UGWC...
Covert Jay: I count three at least, she was teamed with Gordy, not once, but twice, even if he didn't show, that's a hell of a dissapointment.
Vinegar: And as DarkBain follows her up the ramp, rose outstretched, the Freak Show Central just look at each other as if to say, 'We're meant to be the freaks.'.