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Post by President Mac on Oct 31, 2017 23:03:01 GMT -6
COMBAT TILE RULES
1. You do NOT have to be on the EWC Roster to play. If you have an account - You can play
2. You must NOT injure or do anything to another Wrestler that would hurt his or her character or the characters reputation
3. Be creative and as LONG as you want/can. I don't want to see: Bob finds Jim in the bathroom so he pins him...1...2..3
4. YOU MUST either Pin or cause the opponent to Submit
5. Make it realistic and continue the story
6. This does NOT GO AGAINST your RECORD! So if you beat someone you can't use it in a rp
7. In the case where two guys reply at the same time...the FIRST guy counts...not the second one!
8. There are no OOC comments allowed in this section
9. The person left with the title at 11:59PM CST on THE LAST DAY OF THE MONTH will be the new champion for THAT month
ADD *TBC* at the end of every post
Most importantly ... Have fun!!!!
NOVEMBER 2017
President Mac stands in the middle of the ring of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, where a house show just took place
Mac has the belt raised high above the ring and then walks out to the cheers of the fans who have remained in the arena waiting for the title to be raised up ... and the scene fades to black
Nostalgia comes through the ring and grabs Jack Nomad by the ankles and pulls him to the mat,smashing his face. His grabs Jack's shirt and lifts him in the air before taking a few steps and throwing him outside the ring, into the barricade. He grabs the title rolls outside and smashes Monad in the face a few times. He goes for the cover 1..2..3. "You Ain't Tough" he yells at the dazed Nomad then heads through the crowd.
TBC
Last Edit: Nov 1, 2017 11:06:13 GMT -6 by Deleted: added TBC
Post by Grizzly Duggan on Nov 1, 2017 20:26:43 GMT -6
As Nostalgia is running through the crowd he turns to run towards and exit, he runs through the door only to come face to face with Grizzly... in his hands a sledgehammer. The behemoth swings, Nostalgia ducks and Grizzly takes out part of the wall behind Nostalgia with the shot. Nostalgia begins punching Grizzly in the face but Grizzly slips one of the punch and lands his hand on Nostalgia's throat, he lifts and choke slams Nostalgia. He goes for the pin.
1! . . . 2!! . . . 3!!!
Grizzly throws down the sledge, picks up the title and heads back through the door and down through the crowd to the ring.
Grizzly: "If anyone wants this title, come take it from me in this ring!"
TBC
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As Grizzly stands in the ring waiting, the arena goes pitch black for a moment before slowly coming back on, and Tyler Roberts is standing behind him, eyes glowing red, unknown to the massive man Grizzly. He taps Grizzly on the shoulder who turns around and gets a Oh Canada Superkick to the chin, Grizzly stumbles a bit but doesn't go down, so Tyler connects with another which drops Grizzly to a knee. Tyler grabs Grizzly by the head and places it between his legs....sure he can't lift a man of his size. Tyler grabs Grizzly by the waist and lifts him up into a crucifx position before connecting with a Last rites in the middle of the ring, Tyler pulls Grizzly to the corner and climbs to the top rope and connects with a Mercy Given and goes for a pin
1......2........3!
Tyler picks up the title and before vanishing into a bright light speaks
Tyler Roberts: you were shown mercy today, next time you will not!
Tyler Roberts disappears from the ring in a flash of light. In reality, it was an effect achieved through a combination of lights and mirrors, blinding the audience with the light just long enough that Roberts could disappear down a trap door in the corner of the ring, and then allowing Roberts to exit through the stage pit area and out through the crew access doors. Roberts was backstage in a matter of minutes, carrying his newly won trophy, while the audience was all left in awe of his remarkable feat.
All except one, that is. 'The Sandtown Kid' Lucas Silva had taken a bathroom break the moment that President Mac had first began his introductions. He had learned a lesson in his youth between lawyers and judges, teacher and probation officers: never trust anyone wearing a tie. Whatever this man had to say, he clearly had too much money for it to be important to the young upstart from Baltimore, so why not take a moment to relieve himself. After all, he was only visiting California at the behest of his friend, Megan, who claimed she had tracked down one of the woman who was potentially his mother.
The Sandtown Kid pushed open the door of the bathroom, stepping out into the hall and directly into the path of Tyler Roberts, on his way to return triumphantly to his locker room. The two bumped into each other, and for a tense moment, they made eye contact.
"Excuse me," Roberts said, calling into question the arrogance of the young boy who would dare stand face to face with one of EWC's hottest talents.
"You're excused," the Sandtown Kid replied with a voice that lacked any of the respect Roberts deserved. The Sandtown Kid shoulder-checked Roberts while pushing his way past and walking on, and his insolence was absolutely too much for Roberts to allow to stand.
Roberts hooked the Sandtown Kid by the head from behind and snapmared him over his shoulder, throwing the boy down on the hard cement floor. Roberts delivered a heel stomp at the Sandtown Kid's head, but the Sandtown Kid rolled out of the way with an agility and speed that surpised Roberts, suggesting the punk kid he had just bumped into was something more than just a disrespectful thug. The Sandtown Kid was back on his feet in a flash, but Roberts speared into him with a shoulder block, slamming the boy backwards into one of the corridor brick walls, laying into him with body shots that hammered away at the boy's ribs. The Sandtown Kid responded with a vicious headbutt, bringing his forehead down over the bridge of Roberts' nose, bloodying him momentarily and catching him off guard. The Sandtown Kid socks Roberts in the face with a huge left cross, then takes him by the wrist, swinging him through with an irish whip that sends Roberts bouncing off the concrete wall and staggering backwards across the hall.
The Sandtown Kid grabs Roberts around the waist from behind, but Roberts has the awareness to throw a back elbow which catches the kid in the jaw, stopping him cold. Then spinning around, Roberts grips the Sandtown Kid up and flips him over with a belly to belly suplex on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor. Sitting the kid up, Roberts clenches him down with a rear chin lock. The Sandtown Kid folds his legs underneath him to get a focused vertical base, then presses up, Roberts having too much leverage to allow the boy to fully stand, but the Sandtown Kid getting the raise needed to take hold of Roberts by the head and drop back into a seated position with a reverse jawbreaker. Roberts snaps upright and staggers back, and the Sandtown Kid is back on his feet, slamming into Roberts with a Lou Theis press.
The Sandtown Kid takes Roberts to the ground, straddling him in the mount and raining down punches in a hail of rights and lefts. Roberts sits forward, throwing himself into the punches, circling the Sandtown Kid's arm and then dropping backward into the Kimura Lock. Clenching the Sandtown Kid's arm, Roberts tries to scissor his legs in order to snap the kid's arm like a twig, but the Sandtown Kid counters with an unorthodox strategy of sitting himself upright, lifting Roberts from the ground, and then slamming both their bodies forward into the cement, knocking the wind out of the freshly crowned champion. The Sandtown Kid clenches his right hand around Roberts' throat, pinning him backwards against the floor, while drawing back his left left and hammering home big, south paw haymakers that just batter and bloody Roberts' face further and further.
Sandtown Kid: You think you scare me? Some sort of loud-mouthed butt-trumpet, throwing your weight around. I'm from freaking Baltimore!
Behind them, a referee slides to the floor, clapping his hand down over the cement. 1... 2... 3... The Sandtown Kid still keeps his hand clenched around Roberts' throat, pressing him back and pinning him to the floor, just to keep him in position for more hammering punches, but the referee is quick to hook the Sandtown Kid by the elbow and stop the assault, trying instead to present him with the 24/7 Combat Championship title belt.
Sandtown Kid: What are you even talking about? I don't even work here. Is everyone in California stupid?
The Sandtown Kid stands up, leaving the battered Roberts behind on the hallway floor, stomping his way off down the hall to return to his spectator seat, while the referee scurries after him, trying to explain the rules of the championship.