Post by Press1269 on Feb 14, 2020 14:38:09 GMT
Torres: The following contest is scheduled for one fall or submission…
The unmistakable sound of hastily generated 1980’s montage music can be heard as “You’re the Best Around” by Joe Esposito hits. Follow that with some sweet eighty’s laser beams shooting around the audience, you’ve got yourself a guy in his forties who just can’t seem to let go of his childhood. (Willie Pete)
Try to be best
‘Cause you're only a man
And a man's gotta learn to take it
Try to believe
Though the going gets rough
That you gotta hang tough to make it
He doesn’t really care what anyone thinks as he steps through the entrance out onto the stage. He stands before the crowd, trying to remember whether or not he turned the oven off, before he makes his way down the ring ramp. Behind him bebops his manager, Bobby Benson, who gets on his megaphone and screams obscenities towards the Santa Monica crowd.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Shaniko, Oregon, weighing in at thirteen point five stone and representing The Benson Family…He is the fighter that burns hot and can barely be contained, he is THE WILLIE PETE!"
Try your best to win them all
And one day time will tell
When you're the one that's standing there
You'll reach the final bell!
You're the best!
Around!
Once Willie gets to the ring, he climbs the ring steps and casually enters the ring. Casually, like he’s going into the kitchen to make a sandwich or going into the bathroom to take a shit. He’s so calm, it’s ridiculous. Once it’s clear that he’s one hundred percent prepared and making peace with the fact that he might kill someone, he crosses himself. Now he prepares himself for the upcoming fight. Benson on the other hand slaps the mat, entices the crowd, and yells up to Pete through is megaphone to murder his opponent.
Nelson: Willie Pete with a big victory over a returning Scott Wilson at New Years, Who Dis? 2, and now he’s looking to take out one of Munin’s charges, Zachariah Krahe!
Crumb: I hear these two have a history, something or other about riding a cleaning cart through a second story hospital window…
Rose: Sounds real charming, but can we get on with it…
As if on cue, The lights dim and a flood light from the entrance kicks on brightly while smoke pillows out onto the stage as 'Beat The Devil's Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hits over the PA. The roaring crowd come to their feet when a silhouette appears in the flood light, and then steps out onto the stage wearing a black leather biker’s jacket, mussed hair, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. A loud cheer goes up from the crowd for the returning superstar as he sends a plume of smoke up into the rafters just before taking his first step down the ramp.
You have forsaken all the love you've taken
Sleepin' on a razor there's nowhere left to fall
Your body's aching, every bone is breakin'
Nothin' seems to shake it, it just keeps holdin' on
Your soul is able, death is all you cradle
Sleepin' on the nails, there's nowhere left to fall
You have admired, what every man desires
Everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn
Torres: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Hell, Michigan…weighing in at 245 pounds and standing at six foot three…he is THE CATALYST,....ZACHARIAH KRAHHHHHHHEEEEE!
There is no peace here, war is never cheap dear
Love will never meet here, it just gets sold for parts
You cannot fight it, all the world denies it
Open up your eyelids, let your demons run
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil's tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil's tattoo
Krahe stops at the bottom of the ramp to regard the front row to his left, then his right, letting a plume of smoke escape his lips. Sniffing the air as if he could smell the electricity, his eyes narrow on his opponent, and he butts the cigarette out on the steel steps just before climbing them to slip through the ropes. He stalks over to the corner opposite Willie, his eye drawn to Bobby Benson, who hasn’t ceased in his tirade at ringside.
Crumb: This guy is just too cool for school…
Rose: Great, we got one ass hat that looks like he should be begging for change out on the street, an asshole manager that won’t shut the hell up, and a guy who has seen too many James Dean movies…
Nelson: Whatever Krahe is, he’s been successful thus far in his run, and one has to wonder what the end game is for a guy like this. When Munin first came back she claimed that she was going to bring IPW to it’s knees, but thus far the worst end of this has been The BombTrax.
Crumb: True enough, cause so far all Krahe’s proven that he’s here for is the wins.
Rose: Well he’s got another chance here tonight, though…I’d be afraid I’d catch something from Pete.
DING DING DING!!!
---Willie Pete vs Zachariah Krahe---
Krahe slips out of the corner and stares over at Pete with a shrug, while Bobby Benson cries for Pete to murder the man. Zachariah looks out at Bobby, then back to Pete, and indicates with a wave of his hand and an eyebrow raise that this is new. Pete flashes Krahe a toothy grin, and just when it looks like the two are about to circle for a lock up, the entire arena plunges into darkness.
Crumb: What the hell is going on around here?
Rose: I swear to God! We have more power failures than Duke Energy!
Nelson: Uh…guys, what is that?
The sound of high heels striking pavement echoes through the arena, getting closer and closer until finally coming to stop, followed by the words;
I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO…I’M THE PRO…I’M THE PROTOTYPE!!!
The stage lights up and standing at the top is the enigma that is Brodie as ‘Prototype’ by Viktoria Modesta screeches across the loudspeakers. She adusts her leather biker jacket as her baleful eyes scan the ring before her while Zachariah Krahe and Willie Pete have completely abandoned their attempts at a wrestling match to stare up at her in wonder. Krahe’s expression is of someone who has just seen a ghost, and Pete notices the change, which seems to only make him more interested.
Nelson: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRODIE HAS JUST APPEARED ON IPW TELEVISION?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Who the hell is this punk chick?”
Crumb: I’ll tell you exactly who she is, Rose! DANGEROUS!
Suddenly Brodie surges forwards, roaring like a banshee as she goes, ripping the jacket from her body. Krahe seems to know exactly what she’s after as he assumes a fighter’s stance, and Pete, not really sure what this is all about, does the same.
Rose: Regardless of who she is, it looks like we’re about to see her in action!
Brodie breaks into a run, belly sliding into the ring and popping up as Krahe dives for her with a spear. She dodges out of the way, and when he gets turned back around, she’s waiting for him with a double fist that she swings like a baseball bat to catch him right in the chest. Krahe hits the mat and Brodie dives on top of him with piston like right hands.
Nelson: Brodie is hammering away on Krahe, and now Willie is moving in to try and subdue her..OH! He takes an errant elbow to the face which sends him stumbling backwards, and…what the?
Crumb: Bobby Benson to the rescue! Bobby just kicked Brodie from behind to get her off of Krahe, and…OH!
Rose: That fool just got dropped into some sort of submission move!
Nelson: SHE CALLS THAT THE FINALITY CROSSFACE(Crippler Crossface) AND SHE’S TEARING BENSONS ARM OUT OF ITS SOCKET!
Willie has recovered from the elbow to his nose and drops a stomp directly to the back of Brodie’s head to break up the submission. He helps Brodie to her feet and shoots her off the ropes, moving in for a clothesline, but she promptly hooks him by the arm and the two begin spinning in the center of the ring.
Nelson: Brodie is on the verge of bringing Pete down to the mat to apply her dread hold onto him!
Crumb: Meanwhile, Krahe is getting back to his feet, but Brodie see’s it….SHE JUST LET PETE GO AND HE SAILS HEAD LONG INTO KRAHE…
ROSE: AND BOTH MEN TAKE A POWDER RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES!
Krahe and Pete hit the concrete floor hard and when both men scramble to their feet they are facing one another with fists raised. They seem to share some unspoken realization as they turn to the ring where Brodie is stalking the center, banging her own fists into her head. Pete quickly reaches in and drags the limp Bobby Benson to the outside, where he scoops him up and cradles him like a baby. Pete says something to the effect to Krahe that she’s his problem, before carrying the wailing manager to the back.
DING DING DING!!!
Nelson: What the hell just happened here?
Crumb: I don’t know, but Pete is bailing on the match, and Krahe is on the outside staring up at this madwoman as she thrashes around the ring…
Rose: Uh…she just stopped.
Brodie pauses dead center of the ring, staring down at the mat and breathing heavily. She cocks her head to the side as if hearing a voice from someone that isn’t there, and then slowly cocks her head to regard Zachariah Krahe with a wicked grin. The Catalyst shakes his head in disbelief as he backpedals up the ramp towards the stage, leaving Brodie, who is now laughing maniacally.
Torres: The referee has decided that this match has been thrown out due to interference on both parties…
Nelson: Well, at least that explains the bell, but…what do you think happens next?
Rose: If I was Zachariah Krahe, I’d think about getting a restraining order or something. I mean, you talk about fatal attraction!
Crumb: Maybe so, but most of the time we settle these types of disputes in the ring. I’d suggest that’s where we’ll be going with this before it’s over..
Nelson: While we get all of this mess sorted out, lets hear a word from our sponsor…
Brodie has reverted to a deranged giggle as she paces the ring, and the camera swings around to a last shot of Zachariah Krahe, who still seems perturbed, before cutting to commercial.
The unmistakable sound of hastily generated 1980’s montage music can be heard as “You’re the Best Around” by Joe Esposito hits. Follow that with some sweet eighty’s laser beams shooting around the audience, you’ve got yourself a guy in his forties who just can’t seem to let go of his childhood. (Willie Pete)
Try to be best
‘Cause you're only a man
And a man's gotta learn to take it
Try to believe
Though the going gets rough
That you gotta hang tough to make it
He doesn’t really care what anyone thinks as he steps through the entrance out onto the stage. He stands before the crowd, trying to remember whether or not he turned the oven off, before he makes his way down the ring ramp. Behind him bebops his manager, Bobby Benson, who gets on his megaphone and screams obscenities towards the Santa Monica crowd.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Shaniko, Oregon, weighing in at thirteen point five stone and representing The Benson Family…He is the fighter that burns hot and can barely be contained, he is THE WILLIE PETE!"
Try your best to win them all
And one day time will tell
When you're the one that's standing there
You'll reach the final bell!
You're the best!
Around!
Once Willie gets to the ring, he climbs the ring steps and casually enters the ring. Casually, like he’s going into the kitchen to make a sandwich or going into the bathroom to take a shit. He’s so calm, it’s ridiculous. Once it’s clear that he’s one hundred percent prepared and making peace with the fact that he might kill someone, he crosses himself. Now he prepares himself for the upcoming fight. Benson on the other hand slaps the mat, entices the crowd, and yells up to Pete through is megaphone to murder his opponent.
Nelson: Willie Pete with a big victory over a returning Scott Wilson at New Years, Who Dis? 2, and now he’s looking to take out one of Munin’s charges, Zachariah Krahe!
Crumb: I hear these two have a history, something or other about riding a cleaning cart through a second story hospital window…
Rose: Sounds real charming, but can we get on with it…
As if on cue, The lights dim and a flood light from the entrance kicks on brightly while smoke pillows out onto the stage as 'Beat The Devil's Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hits over the PA. The roaring crowd come to their feet when a silhouette appears in the flood light, and then steps out onto the stage wearing a black leather biker’s jacket, mussed hair, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. A loud cheer goes up from the crowd for the returning superstar as he sends a plume of smoke up into the rafters just before taking his first step down the ramp.
You have forsaken all the love you've taken
Sleepin' on a razor there's nowhere left to fall
Your body's aching, every bone is breakin'
Nothin' seems to shake it, it just keeps holdin' on
Your soul is able, death is all you cradle
Sleepin' on the nails, there's nowhere left to fall
You have admired, what every man desires
Everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn
Torres: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Hell, Michigan…weighing in at 245 pounds and standing at six foot three…he is THE CATALYST,....ZACHARIAH KRAHHHHHHHEEEEE!
There is no peace here, war is never cheap dear
Love will never meet here, it just gets sold for parts
You cannot fight it, all the world denies it
Open up your eyelids, let your demons run
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil's tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil's tattoo
Krahe stops at the bottom of the ramp to regard the front row to his left, then his right, letting a plume of smoke escape his lips. Sniffing the air as if he could smell the electricity, his eyes narrow on his opponent, and he butts the cigarette out on the steel steps just before climbing them to slip through the ropes. He stalks over to the corner opposite Willie, his eye drawn to Bobby Benson, who hasn’t ceased in his tirade at ringside.
Crumb: This guy is just too cool for school…
Rose: Great, we got one ass hat that looks like he should be begging for change out on the street, an asshole manager that won’t shut the hell up, and a guy who has seen too many James Dean movies…
Nelson: Whatever Krahe is, he’s been successful thus far in his run, and one has to wonder what the end game is for a guy like this. When Munin first came back she claimed that she was going to bring IPW to it’s knees, but thus far the worst end of this has been The BombTrax.
Crumb: True enough, cause so far all Krahe’s proven that he’s here for is the wins.
Rose: Well he’s got another chance here tonight, though…I’d be afraid I’d catch something from Pete.
DING DING DING!!!
---Willie Pete vs Zachariah Krahe---
Krahe slips out of the corner and stares over at Pete with a shrug, while Bobby Benson cries for Pete to murder the man. Zachariah looks out at Bobby, then back to Pete, and indicates with a wave of his hand and an eyebrow raise that this is new. Pete flashes Krahe a toothy grin, and just when it looks like the two are about to circle for a lock up, the entire arena plunges into darkness.
Crumb: What the hell is going on around here?
Rose: I swear to God! We have more power failures than Duke Energy!
Nelson: Uh…guys, what is that?
The sound of high heels striking pavement echoes through the arena, getting closer and closer until finally coming to stop, followed by the words;
I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO..I’M THE PRO…I’M THE PRO…I’M THE PROTOTYPE!!!
The stage lights up and standing at the top is the enigma that is Brodie as ‘Prototype’ by Viktoria Modesta screeches across the loudspeakers. She adusts her leather biker jacket as her baleful eyes scan the ring before her while Zachariah Krahe and Willie Pete have completely abandoned their attempts at a wrestling match to stare up at her in wonder. Krahe’s expression is of someone who has just seen a ghost, and Pete notices the change, which seems to only make him more interested.
Nelson: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRODIE HAS JUST APPEARED ON IPW TELEVISION?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Who the hell is this punk chick?”
Crumb: I’ll tell you exactly who she is, Rose! DANGEROUS!
Suddenly Brodie surges forwards, roaring like a banshee as she goes, ripping the jacket from her body. Krahe seems to know exactly what she’s after as he assumes a fighter’s stance, and Pete, not really sure what this is all about, does the same.
Rose: Regardless of who she is, it looks like we’re about to see her in action!
Brodie breaks into a run, belly sliding into the ring and popping up as Krahe dives for her with a spear. She dodges out of the way, and when he gets turned back around, she’s waiting for him with a double fist that she swings like a baseball bat to catch him right in the chest. Krahe hits the mat and Brodie dives on top of him with piston like right hands.
Nelson: Brodie is hammering away on Krahe, and now Willie is moving in to try and subdue her..OH! He takes an errant elbow to the face which sends him stumbling backwards, and…what the?
Crumb: Bobby Benson to the rescue! Bobby just kicked Brodie from behind to get her off of Krahe, and…OH!
Rose: That fool just got dropped into some sort of submission move!
Nelson: SHE CALLS THAT THE FINALITY CROSSFACE(Crippler Crossface) AND SHE’S TEARING BENSONS ARM OUT OF ITS SOCKET!
Willie has recovered from the elbow to his nose and drops a stomp directly to the back of Brodie’s head to break up the submission. He helps Brodie to her feet and shoots her off the ropes, moving in for a clothesline, but she promptly hooks him by the arm and the two begin spinning in the center of the ring.
Nelson: Brodie is on the verge of bringing Pete down to the mat to apply her dread hold onto him!
Crumb: Meanwhile, Krahe is getting back to his feet, but Brodie see’s it….SHE JUST LET PETE GO AND HE SAILS HEAD LONG INTO KRAHE…
ROSE: AND BOTH MEN TAKE A POWDER RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES!
Krahe and Pete hit the concrete floor hard and when both men scramble to their feet they are facing one another with fists raised. They seem to share some unspoken realization as they turn to the ring where Brodie is stalking the center, banging her own fists into her head. Pete quickly reaches in and drags the limp Bobby Benson to the outside, where he scoops him up and cradles him like a baby. Pete says something to the effect to Krahe that she’s his problem, before carrying the wailing manager to the back.
DING DING DING!!!
Nelson: What the hell just happened here?
Crumb: I don’t know, but Pete is bailing on the match, and Krahe is on the outside staring up at this madwoman as she thrashes around the ring…
Rose: Uh…she just stopped.
Brodie pauses dead center of the ring, staring down at the mat and breathing heavily. She cocks her head to the side as if hearing a voice from someone that isn’t there, and then slowly cocks her head to regard Zachariah Krahe with a wicked grin. The Catalyst shakes his head in disbelief as he backpedals up the ramp towards the stage, leaving Brodie, who is now laughing maniacally.
Torres: The referee has decided that this match has been thrown out due to interference on both parties…
Nelson: Well, at least that explains the bell, but…what do you think happens next?
Rose: If I was Zachariah Krahe, I’d think about getting a restraining order or something. I mean, you talk about fatal attraction!
Crumb: Maybe so, but most of the time we settle these types of disputes in the ring. I’d suggest that’s where we’ll be going with this before it’s over..
Nelson: While we get all of this mess sorted out, lets hear a word from our sponsor…
Brodie has reverted to a deranged giggle as she paces the ring, and the camera swings around to a last shot of Zachariah Krahe, who still seems perturbed, before cutting to commercial.