24 Hour Combat Title: OCTOBER 2015

[President Mac]

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
(No killing, chopping off body parts, stabbing, rape or anything else like that)



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
- But you must either Pin or cause the opponent to Submit


4. Make it realistic and continue the story...if you win the title...make it known where you are going so that the other wrestler can continue it



5. Please try and make it flow...don't be going from Asia to Europe to Canada to China to Mexico all in like 4 days...doesn't make sense



6. This does NOT GO AGAINST your RECORD! So if you beat someone you can't use it in a rp...unless you are the 24 Hour Combat Champion (which means in 24 hours no one was able to pin you!)



7. In the case where two guys reply at the same time...the FIRST guy counts...not the second one! The 2nd guy needs to DELETE his post or edit it



8. There are no OOC comments allowed in this section

9. The person left with the title at 11:59PM (on the last day of OCTOBER 2015) will be the new champion for THAT month and may CLAIM the title in title histories

OR
If YOU are left as the CHAMPION for more then 24 hours, you are able to CLAIM yourself as a TRUE EWC COMBAT CHAMPION!


ADD *TBC* at the end of every post if you can remember to do so


Have fun!!!!

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President Mac stands in the middle of the ring of the EWC Stadium in New York City, where a recent hose show has completed

Mac has the belt raised high above the ring and then walks out to the cheers of the fans who have stayed in the arena waiting for the title to be raised up ... and the scene fades to black




*TBC*

[Deleted]

Shawn Cage slides from out under the ring, he pulls the ring apron up and finds a twenty foot ladder. He slides it into the ring and slowly sets it up. He begins to climb the ladder as the fans leave the building to head home. He unhooks the championship belt and slowly climbs down the ladder. He quietly slides under the bottom rope and heads towards the backstage area with the belt in tow, exiting the arena through the curtain to the backstage area.

-TBC-

[Nurse Kinsley]

WHAM! Chair to the face, from the ex-nurse waiting beside the door. How long had she been just... standing there? Stalking the entrance with anticipation, a steel chair in her cold grip? Questions left best unasked. Kinsley stares suspiciously at the face of the downed Shawn Cage, as if she was expecting someone else; after a moment or two, she shrugs, and puts a foot on his chest. A referee slides in, and makes the count.

1...
2 . . .
3!

Kinsley scoops up the title, dusts at it a bit with her hand, and begins to stroll down the hallway.

TBC

[Deleted]

An unfamiliar blond suddenly swings from the tops of one of the open doorframes that Kinsley walks past, her grip releasing at just the right moment to allow her to flip herself into a Shooting Star press with an ease born of many, many years spent going all nimbly-bimbly from one level to another on the uneven bars. She's even got the good grace to point her toes, which has got to make some gymnastics coach somewhere very proud.

I came in like a wreeeeeckiiiing baaaaaall~!

...though the singing as she careens through the air? That's the end result of being forced to listen to the pop station on the radio one too many times. At least she's not naked, though that flesh-colored leotard might just give that impression at first glance. Bowling the champion-for-the-moment over, Eliza Dresden's quick to hook the leg as the referee scrambles to make the count.

1…

2…

3!

Woo~! Good-bye nurse! I am the chaaaaaampion, my frie--

A pause; the blond look down, realizing that Nurse Kinsley's probably far closer to consciousness than she'd like. And a conscious Nurse means… probably the opposite of friendship. Just maybe.

Aw shit, I need to boogie!

And with that rather, uh… obvious declaration? Eliza's darting off, her destination anyone's guess-- though if one has to guess? That leotard's gonna stick out like a sore thumb. Street clothes a-go-go~!

TBD

[Danny Hall]

*We see new FSW superstar Danny Hall bolt down the Hallway with a chair in one hand and a video camera in the other*
WHEN YOU'RE IN THE WILD,CRACK SOME BITCHES SKULLS OPEN.
*Danny then clocks the blond in the side of the head and pin her*
1!...2!....3!
*Danny hops up and starts running to the parking lot*
ANNND....I'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE ENNNNND.
*Danny hops into a car and drives off*

TBC

[The Mad King]

The car drives recklessly through the parking lot, nearly making it to the exit at breakneck speed. Suddenly, a big rig drives across the exit mere moments before Danny was to make his way out. The brakes screech but its not fast enough to avoid the head on collision. The airbag bursts in his face. That's when the driver's side door is yanked open and Danny is pulled out of the vehicle by...

"What the fuck?"

DARTH VADER, THAT'S WHAT. Vader begins choking the shit out of Danny, slamming the back of his head on the blacktop over and over and over again until the poor kid isn't moving too well or too much. Vader stands and hits a jumping leg drop before pinning the champion. A stormtrooper in a referee shirt makes the count.

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3!!!

Darth Vader grabs his title and slowly walks away surrounded by Stormtroopers.

[Nurse Kinsley]

Kinsley had been hustling her scarecrow-looking ass through the parking lot when she came upon... well, this whole thing. It gave her a moment of pause, to be sure. Darth Vader, EWC combat champion? Is this a concussion, or is this company weirder than she thought?

Whatever.

DROPKICK FROM BEHIND! That's a move you don't get to see... with your own eyes. Or however that line goes. It's a Star Wars joke, ya nerd. Before he gets a proper chance to get his bearings, Harlow rolls him up in his own cape and takes the pin.

Uno
Dos
Adios!

The storm troopers take some swings, but you know how it is with storm troopers and accuracy. Kinsley grabs the belt and cheeses it out of the parking lot before the Sith lord can untangle himself.

[The Mad King]

Fli-- er, Darth Vader, unclips his cape and kicks it aside as, tens of feet ahead of him, Chewbacca has began to brawl with Nurse Kinsley... and is losing doing so. The good Nurse plants Chewbacca on its face and turns right into an R2D2 unit coming at her going at least fifteen miles an hour. This easily drops her long enough for Darth Vader to place a boot on her stomach because he's not a chauvinistic pig.

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2

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3!!

Vader grabs the Combat Championship and walks away, having Chewbacca sit on her chest because he's definitely a pervert like that.

"GRHRHRHRHRHRHRHG!!"

[Nurse Kinsley]

After squirming in place for a few seconds, Kinsley retrieves a can of pepper spray from her pocket. She maces Chewbacca, who lets out of one of those wookie roars all the kids on the playground keep trying to imitate. It's enough of a distraction for her to shove him off.

She chases after Vader, and as he turns around, gives him a little of the pepper spray. ...To no real reaction, because y'know, helmet. After realizing how dumb of a strategy this was, she hurls the whole can at his head, which at least catches him off guard for her to hit him with a Lou Thesz-esque press (say that three times fast). A few mounted punches later, and she hooks the leg.

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But a kickout?!

Well, yeah. If all it took to get a pin was a Lou Thesz press with punches, Steve Austin's career would have gone much smoother. As Vader's getting to his feet, though, Kinsley rips the vertically challenged actor out of the R2 unit and giant swings him into the sith lord's knee caps, then gorilla press drops him onto Vader. The dwarf actor manages to get a two count before Kinsley tosses him off Vader, and takes the pin herself.

EINS

ZWEI

DREI!

The nurse grabs her belt and hauls ass.

TBC

[The Mad King]

Just as she gets up, she turns and runs directly into a face full of title belt. GPC FIGHTING Junior Heavyweight title to be exact. Flip gives off the 'tsk tsk' sound as from under the Darth Vader mask emerges a sweaty Chris Calvin.

"Don't even talk to me."

Flip chuckles as he walks away, kicking over a midget on his way out.

Chris goes for the pin. A stormtrooper counts the three. Chris gets the belt again!

-TBC-

[Red Dragon]

Chris Calvin stands up as the stormtrooper the lights flicker. They look around as figure comes out of the shadow and nails Chris is a barbwire wrapped femur. Chris falls the the ground as Red Dragon nails the stormtrooper in the gut making him lean over before nailing him in the back of the head which sends him crashing to the floor.

Red Dragon: referee get your ass out here.

Referee comes running out as Chris is on his stomach, Red Dragon kneels down and grabs his leg and places it over his shoulders and neck. Lifting him into a modified crab position Red Dragon kneels over them and applies pressure to the thigh and shin with his left arm, bending the man's knee across the back of his neck. While kneeling over him and he uses his right arm and drives his forearm repeatedly down into the back of Chris's head. Chris finally passes out from the pain. Red Dragon rleases the hold and rolls him over for the count. The referee hands goes to
1
2
3. Red Dragon gets up a te referee hands him the title as the light flickers and by the time the lights come back up Red Dragon is gone and Chris is covered in blood bath. Camera pans off as Red Dragon is walking down the hallway with the title.
TBC

[Nurse Kinsley]

Kinsley slowly stumbles to her feet, grasping at her face. A backward GPC has been halfway branded into her forehead. She blinks, staring off into nowhere for a moment.

Do I have a concussion, or did the lights just flicker outside?

But alas, no one was around or conscious to answer, save for the vertically challenged actor that was in the R2D2 costume. He gives a small shrug. Kinsley sighs, shakes her head, and starts to shamble off.

BUT SOME TIME LATER

Bone fight!

This is what Kinsley yells as she bursts through the ceiling tiles of whatever hallway Red Dragon had found, like a bad run of Splinter Cell. Mid-fall, she slams a humerus into the top of Red Dragon's dome. You know, because... it's humorous. A few more quick shots with the humerus before he can get up, and he's thoroughly boned. She goes for the cover, and a referee who happened to be passing by makes the count.

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3!

She then motions for a boosty from the referee, who locks his fingers so Kinsley can climb back into the ceiling. With the belt in tow, she starts shuffling her way through the building's ventilation system. Sneaky sneaky.

[The Mad King]

Little did she know she was crawling into certain doom.

"You've activated my trap card..."

A few horrible sounding clinks, clanks, and clunks later and Kinsley is falling through the ceiling with the bottom of the vent shaft in tow. Her face smacks against the concrete floor. Before she loses consciousness, however, she looks up enough to see the Doc Marten boots of one crazed loony tune by the name of Chris Calvin. He had changed out of the costume since last they battled. This would be easy pickings for him, so he decided to roll her over and grab a few things as she lay there dormant. He returns with an empty tube of super glue, which he'd placed on all four bottoms of the steel chair legs. He sits on it, the bar just under her jaw, and waits for the glue to dry before hardly placing a boot on her shoulder for the pin.

1

2

3!

Chris Calvin takes his belt and walks off. He knows she'll get out... but he'll be there. Waiting to strike back when the time is right.

-TBC-

[The Mad King]

"Looks like its finished, Chris."

Chris Calvin speaks to himself as Chris Calvin walks out of the shadows in Flip's suit with Flip's title on his shoulder. Before the scene stops making sense at all, the Chris that spoke... removes his mask!? HAPPY HALLOWEEN, BITCHES. It was King Flip as Chris Calvin as Darth Vader. Bah Gawd!

KING FLIP IS OCTOBER'S COMBAT CHAMPION!

[Deleted]

Right before Corey X can go anywhere I hit Corey X in the lower back with a lead pipe as Corey X falls to the ground on his knees I kicked him with the KOK as he falls to the ground as I pin him 1...2...3..

As I get up and grab the belt and walk off.

[Deleted]

OOC: Pardon me if I'm wrong, but...

Flip won the belt Oct. 8th, and nobody until today posted an rp, so, unless I'm missing something here...Flip owns the belt until November.