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 Both men struggle to their feet as the double count reaches 2. Fuego gets up first and better, while the Lophophorate is still breathing hard, reassessing his surroundings after a mighty hit to the stomach. Fuego takes advantage of this and climbs up the turnbuckle... he dives toward Lophophorate with a splash, but the heel counters with a dropkick! Fuego gets hit in the chest hard with a loud SMACK in mid-air! The crowd pops while Lophophorate stumbles over to the fallen luchador, raising him up by his mask. Fuego is disoriented, barely managing to stand... Lophophorate assumes his karate stance before his opponent, then lashes out with a vicious slap to the face! He goes back to the stance, then lets out a massive slap to Fuego's chest! He goes back to the stance a third time, but this time he's got his hand cocked back at hip height, and the crowd pops because they know this is the Rock Smasher, one of the Lophophorate's signatures! The man hits Fuego in the gut with a lunging straight punch right out of a 70's movie and the crowd goes wild! Fuego doubles over and looks ready to fall down, but the Lophophorate isn't done. he puts Fuego's head under his armpit before lifting him up and slamming down with a nice looking vertical suplex! As the crowd erupts in boos and cheers, the Lophophorate goes for the cover... but Fuego kicks out at 2.5! The audience pops, and Lophophorate slams the ground in absolute anger! Why, oh, why, is this scrappy luchador so troublesome? But it seems the Lophophorate is giving the audience a show, bringing back all his best signature moves from before he went on hiatus. The question on everyone's minds is: does Fuego have a chance against the Salty Surprise? And control's back to you, as well as the go-home! Sorry, you're jobbing for the comeback star tonight: victory goes to the guy in the weird mask!
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Aug 7, 2015 21:25
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"Those heavy strikes from the Lophophorate appear to have taken down Fuego, but he isn't staying down! The match continues!"
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 Fuego gets to his feet slowly; at least, he tries to but as Lophophorate spins to his feet he kicks Fuego in the side of the head! Fuego is knocked onto his back, clearly dazed, as Lophophorate stands and accepts the jeers of the crowd. It's clear that he knows exactly what he's doing: taking down the popular wrestler in the most humiliating way he can. He stomps Fuego's head once again for good measure, then drops a knee into his chest before settling in for the pin. The ref slides in, checking the hold...and not noticing Lophophorate's feet on the rope! 1! 2! 3! The bell is rung, and Lophophorate jumps to his feet, breathing in the jeers of the crowd. He begins heading back up the ramp, leaving the stunned Fuego behind in the ring.
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"The match is over, and it seems like Fuego had another win stolen from him by nefarious means! The Lophophorate does not seem to care, but is celebrating this questionable win! I wish for once we could have a nice, clean match for Fuego, but it seems like that will never happen."
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"I agree, Maria. Fuego, however, is known for his never say die attitude! His moment will come, and when it does, the TWW universe will be scorched by his fire!"
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 Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +1 As Lophophorate starts heading up the ramp after his ill-gotten victory, a soft beat plays throughout the stadium, as an eerie silence unfolds, followed by a surging electric guitar as Memnon steps out to the cheers of the crowd. He is dressed not in his normal Ethiopian flag colors, and not in his usual long black overcoat which he uses for his ring entrance. Tonight, he wears a long green coat with a circle of small gold stars emblazoned on the back, surrounding an image of Africa. A symbol taken right from the flag of the African Union. Tonight, Memnon makes it clear that he is not representing Ethiopia alone, but rather his entire continent. Under the coat, Memnon is sporting a "FEEL THE HEAT!" shirt from the El Dragon Fuego line. Memnon rushes down the ring as Lophophorate stops and adopts a fighting stance, prepared to teach this apparently vengeful warrior a lesson. Memnon, for his part, stops in front of the masked heel as his muscles tense and gives the man an angry glare as he prepares to strike before looking to the ring where the Dragon is still languishing. Charging forward, he feints to the side and then bolts past Lophophorate as he runs to the ring to help his fallen comrade, deciding that the villain will find justice soon enough. Lophophorate, for his part, laughs at what he perceives as either cowardice or weakness and exits slowly and deliberately. Memnon helps the lucha to his feet with the assistance of the stadium personnel and ensures that his friend is conscious before grabbing a mic to address the crowd. "Justice never sleeps, Globaldome! One week after we brought Curupira low, that filth" he pauses as he gestures in the direction Lophophorate just left in, "bubbles back up to the surface once more. Those of you who still know honor know what you saw! There was a rope break! As far as I'm concerned, Fuego has won again, just as he won against Margrethe two weeks ago!" Memnon waits for the cheers to fade from the loyal fans still crying foul at Wolfram's rule breaking. "There was no love lost between myself and Le Grande Mort. The Memnation knows this well. He was a coward and a villain. But the Lophophorate is that and worse. I stood before you, the Globaldome, and I pledged that I would teach the Curupira a lesson. I pledged that Fuego and I would defeat that playboy and his lapdog for hire. I pledged to break him and teach him that money cannot keep justice at bay!" He waits for the cheers of the crowd for a moment before building his speech to a crescendo, jumping to the post and climbing the ropes as he looks around the stadium and throws his free hand into the air to bring the audience in to his words. "Now I vow before you all - that monster will meet the same fate! I will not rest until this murderer lies broken on the mat! This I swear!" As the crowd cheers, Memnon basks in their adulation for a few moments before jumping backwards back onto the mat and holding up his hand as he finishes, quietly, and more intensely. "And once that happens, it will be up to a higher power where I go next." As he speaks this, he gestures deliberately towards the manager's box, currently dimmed. Those in the audience who have seen his interview calling out Lady Hipolita catch onto his meaning immediately, while the rest of the crowd takes a moment to come to the same conclusion. Memnon has gone off-script by this point, sneering as he throws the mic to the side. Heat (no longer existent) with Mort: 2d6 7, going to take +1 Momentum. Not sure if you want me to roll Real, too since Memnon is curtain twitching quite a bit and is being pretty overt and risky about that.
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The audience chants Fuego's name in sympathy and boos heavily as the Lophophorate leaves!Lager posted:Not sure if you want me to roll Real, too since Memnon is curtain twitching quite a bit and is being pretty overt and risky about that.[/i] Yeah, you're exposing the truth on camera right now. Please roll for Breaking Kayfabe! --- The audience pops for Memnon's speech! But the crowd noise slowly dies out and is replaced by one of the most dreadful sounds known to man... A very deliberate, very mocking slow clap. It takes a while for you to notice the sound is coming from the other ramp, the one where the thing with you and Lophophorate didn't happen. While no one was watching, someone came down. It takes a beat for the audience to notice the guy and make the connection, and as soon as they do, right on cue, the music kicks in. "Cute lil' speech you have there, mate!"   Jamie "Dingo" Taylor! He's wearing his trademark fancy leather jacket, all decorated and embroidered. Dingo is never seen without it. He's also smoking a cigarette, in plain contempt of all regulation. He stands there leaning against the rails, not a care in the world, waiting for the song to finish. "So you beat two cowards and you fancy yourself a winner? Memnon, m'boy. I don't care about all... this you're trying to get going." He makes a vague gesture, clearly indicating your non-kayfabe attitudes. "I'm just gonna ask if you came down all the way to the ring to babble on and on, or to do! Some! Wrestlin'?!" Dingo's rousing of the audience works and they start making noise for him. It's then that this song kicks in... and the audience explodes, as they always do, when  shows up on the Jumbotron! Strobe lights flash all over the arena before four spotlights concentrate on the usual raised platform. Lady Hipolita Lagervale walks out, the first time you've seen her personally in a while. She's wearing her black-and-blue evening gown. Behind her, speechless and alert, is Rita Rai. From backstage slides in the colorful vertical roulette wheel with Sahmothrace's Winged Victory on top.  Lady Lagervale speaks. "Jamie Taylor! Dingo! You have issued a formal challenge in the Globaldome of Transintercontinental World Wrestling! Is this... correct?" she asks icily. "What's this, then? Alright! I guess it is a challenge, then!" Dingo jumps into the ring with restless energy. He throws his cigarette on the floor and snuffs it out with his boot. "You know the rules," continues Hipolita. "The Goddess of Victory will be the arbiter of the rules of this match. Spin the wheel!" Rita Rai pushes a button in the base of the big roulette wheel and it starts spinning. The crowd roars in anticipation. Dingo has a expression of glee, he's thoroughly enjoying all of this. He's a scrapper at heart. But you can practically see the light bulb going off above he's head when he turns to you, ecstatic. You know he's about to fly directly off-script... "You know, I reckon it's always more fun if there's something at stake. What do you say? Whatever that wheel gives us... let's spice it up a lil' bit more! I'll put my beautiful jacket on the line!" There's a loud OOOOOOOOOOOH from the audience. "And you can put up that nice coat of yours! I reckon it'll look great on my wall! Or... maybe... I can sell it to Wolfram for a coupla' bucks!" Dingo lets out a throaty laugh while the audience produces an even bigger OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Yeah, this wasn't planned in the least. You're both flying without instruments here. And it's at this point that the wheel settles on HARDCORE NO-DQ MATCH. --- Flashback to earlier this week, Memnon and Rooster Gold working out in the gym. Off camera. "Man," says Rooster, "That was unbelievably cool, but you really made some ripples with the interview. You messed with TICWW's rep. And you know Lady Hipolita: she's going to get it back, and she's going to do it with drama. And you know what drama is, it's us getting screwed out there, in the ring. If I were you, I'd be prepared for anything." And here's where we stand now: they've booked you in a hardcore match without you knowing. Drama, TICWW-style. And if that wasn't enough, Jamie Taylor decided it was a good idea to fly off script and come up with even higher stakes. --- What now? Cyphoderus fucked around with this message at 23:35 on Aug 10, 2015 |
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Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +2 Still been having some weirdness with feeling like I've pinched every nerve in my body along with a really bad headache and neck pain, but I feel a bit better now. Going to try and get back into the swing of things. Sorry again for the holdup, but thanks for understanding. I think it might just be a flu or something because I started getting chills, but if it lasts into the weekend I'm going to the doctor to make sure it's not something more serious. Break Kayfabe: 2d6+2 8. So +2 momentum, but out of the three options...I'm going to lose 1 heat with Curupira. Apparently the audience is way less interested in the dramatic, theatrical conflicts of my character than they are in the more high-stakes conflict I'm having now with management! Memnon curses inwardly at how Rooster has been proven correct. He gambled big, and now he has to deal with the consequences. As Dingo challenges him, Memnon plays his part, glowering and shouting at the box and the audience to play up the match about to take place and how Dingo is a scoundrel and a villain. As the Australian brawler makes his extra wager over the jackets, however, Memnon demands a microphone again to respond. "Dingo, you should think very carefully here before you run your mouth. This coat represents Africa! You think that you can take it from me? How...colonialist of you." Memnon says this with a fierce sarcasm, the words dripping with venom. He gets right up into Dingo's face, his eyes filled with fury. "Take it from me, if you can!" With this, he gets rid of the mic again as he prepares for the match. Cuttin' a promo!: 2d6 2. Son of a bitch. So that's the only botch bad enough that it can't be salvaged by my 4 momentum...Looks like that promo was hosed from the start. Hopefully I'll roll better in the actual match!
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"This coat represents Africa!" Memnon's promo resonates through the Globaldome, but there's... something missing. That crucial link, the je ne sais quoi that blurs the line between wrestling and reality to produce magic. Instead, as Memnon's voice is amplified through the mic, it comes out fake. Theatrical. Hammy, even. The audience came to see Memnon stand up for his continent, but right now he's sounding just like a caricature. The ref, a middle-aged Vietnamese woman with a businesslike demeanor, climbs into the ring. Dingo takes a couple of steps back, still holding your stare with vicious glee. He takes off his jacket, drapes it over the turnbuckle and jumps off the ring. The ring announcer starts. "The following match is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit! It shall be a no-disqualification HARDCORE MATCH! On one side, the Testa Terminator of Ethiopia, warrior-king of the hardiest people, MEEEEEEEEEMNON!!" The crowd gives a smaller pop than you expected; you still haven't earned back your credibility from the live audience who just watched the botched promo. "On the other side, the Outback Outcast! The rough'n tough prime student of the school of hard knocks, JAAAMIE "DIIIINGOOOOO" TAAAAYLOR!" "It's the Outback Overlord, ya' dipstick!" Dingo has climbed back into the ring... holding a kendo stick! The audience is into this scene and pops big! vs. DING! Jamie Taylor is jumping up and down for warmup and excitement. He loves this! --- As always, against a NPW, you start with control of the match! Evil Mastermind and Maxwell Lord have joint Announcer duties/powers this time around!
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Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +4 Memnon removes his green coat and places it over the turnbuckle as well, and starts to shake himself out, preparing for the match as he almost starts to dance in the ring. As Dingo hops back in with the kendo stick, Memnon raises a hand and invites the Australian to give it his best shot as the bell dings. Dingo charges in, whipping the kendo stick at Memnon, who dodges twice before getting hit in the chest. The blow stings, but draws no blood. Memnon charges past his opponent, jumps up into the ropes, and then flies backward towards Dingo in a frogsplash. The move hits, and Memnon kicks the weapon away as he drops his knee hard into Dingo's back. As he goes for a second knee drop, however, Dingo twists out of the way and Memnon finds himself dropping right onto the mat as Dingo leaps up and kicks him hard to the back of the neck. Memnon drops down to the mat, vulnerable. Wrassling with Work: 2d6 5. Apparently I'm just doomed to roll horrible for a while here. Losing a momentum to Dingo along with control.
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Aug 16, 2015 03:52
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"Bob Manning here! Memnon coming in fast and aggressive against the Outback Overlord. It's a risky strategy and- yes, I think the Dingo has him scouted! Two can play this game!"
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"And this is good ol' Jack Walker right here with ya, Bobby. And already the Dingo's sinkin' his teeth into Memnon! Dingo's a down n' dirty fighter, and a no-rules match is exactly where he wants to be! Maybe now this whole 'Memnation' garbage'll finally be put to rest, right Bobby?"
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The audience gives a big shout to acknowledge Dingo's visual kick. Memnon composes himself on the floor while Dingo calmly walks back to the kendo stick and picks it up again, inspecting the thing for damage. Memnon gets up to his feet, but he barely has time to breathe in before Jamie Taylor hits the side of his knee with the stick! SNAP! Memnon hops, reflexively trying to clutch his victimized leg, and Dingo takes the opportunity to hit Memnon's exposed flank, right to his ribs! SNAP! The African is still standing, but he's out of it. Taylor has time to circle around Memnon, position himself at his back, and raise the stick in slow circles, mocking a baseball player about to bat. He lets loose, and the stick hits Memnon's back! This time, the SNAP! is heard loud and clear by everyone in the audience! The audience roars in a messy noise composed by boos, cheers, chants, cries! Dingo is smiling to himself. He tosses the stick aside without care. He grabs Memnon and Irish Whips him towards the ropes, but the Ethiopian is savvy enough to grab them. However, he didn't count on Dingo being right behind, in a crazy sprint! The Outback Overlord hits Memnon with a powerful lariat, flipping the African over the ropes, crashing first onto the apron and then onto the floor below. Dingo hops down after Memnon, exploiting the momentum. He grabs the back of Memnon's shorts with one hand the the back of his hair with the other, lifting the Ethiopian up from the floor and then driving him headfirst into the ring's steel steps! CLANG! Memnon collapses in a heap by the floor... But Jamie Taylor isn't satisfied. He struts cockily away from the crumbled heap that is Memnon, sending little kisses to the crowd and looking mighty pleased with himself. He reaches beneath the ring and takes out a shallow wooden crate, more or less torso-sized. He carefully sets it on the floor, as if gently preparing the bed for Memnon to crash into. But Jamie Taylor has made one fatal mistake! Memnon's head hit the steel steps, and Memnon's head is harder than everybody else's! While Dingo is messing with the crate, Memnon has had time to regain his feet! And Dingo is turned away from him, clueless! Control's yours!
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Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +4 Memnon cracks his neck dramatically as he rises, battered and bruised but still in the match. As Dingo struts and prepares his next stunt to use against Memnon, the African fighter runs towards him just as Dingo turns, having heard the crowd pop and realized, too late, that something big was happening. Memnon leaps into the air and throws his legs up around Dingo's neck. Twisting and spinning into a headscissors takedown, Memnon throws Dingo right into the box he was constructing, shattering the coffin with the impact! Wrassling with Work: 2d6 11. I'll choose to take +1 heat with Dingo to get a start on building this feud up some. Retaining control but I'll wait for the announcers before continuing.
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Aug 18, 2015 03:54
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Dingo sells it like death! He's rolling on the floor between broken shards of wood, clutching his back! The audience gives a constant stream of MEMNON! MEMNON! MEMNON!
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Aug 19, 2015 01:28
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"Dangit, can't someone shut these people up? I'm tryin' to focus on the match here!"
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Aug 19, 2015 02:31
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"I can hardly blame them. Were I given to emotional displays myself, I would be compelled to show my appreciation for what is truly a remarkable feat of stamina here. Memnon hasn't just endured all of the Dingo's punishment, he is now overpowering his assailant. We knew this match wasn't going to be pretty, but I have a feeling the worst is yet to come."
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Aug 20, 2015 05:19
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Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +1, Momentum: +4 Heat with Dingo: +1 Memnon raises a fist and pumps the crowd up for his comeback as Dingo sells the coffin drop. Not wanting to let up now that he has this much steam, Memnon quickly grabs Dingo's hair and drags him up, throwing him back into the ring. Dingo tries to get up quickly, but just can't find his footing as Memnon climbs in carrying a pretty nasty piece of broken wood from ringside. Memnon kicks Dingo in the face hard, knocking him back to the ground, and then goes about using the piece of wood to point to the crowd, gesturing towards Dingo and asking the audience what they'd like him to do. "BEAT HIM!" "BREAK HIM!" the shouts from the crowd are clear as they go wild. Memnon prepares for the blow as Dingo struggles to get up. "ONE!" the audience begins to count along as Memnon brings the stick forward, then back, then forward again..."THREE!" Finally Memnon lets the piece of discarded wood break over Dingo's back as he brings it down hard into his opponent. The wood splinters gloriously as it impacts, and the two wrestlers are in exactly the right postures to sell the move expertly. Dingo is left on the floor of the mat, writhing and howling in pain, surrounded by what is basically sawdust now. Memnon goes for the pin, but somehow Dingo manages to kick out just before the third count to excited cheers from the crowd, hungry for more violence. Rolling with real for the Hardcore/Violence move since I'm using a weapon. Beating Dingo with a stick: 2d6+2 7. Spending 3 momentum to bring that to 10. The audience goes nuts, I retain control, and I pick to gain +1 heat with Dingo. I'll let announcers respond a bit since I built that move up so much before going into the next sequence.
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Aug 20, 2015 15:29
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Aug 20, 2015 15:49
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Didn't want to get too greedy with rolls, but if you insist! Working the Audience: 2d6+2 11, so +2 momentum back to me! Now at +2 audience, +2 heat, +3 momentum.
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Aug 20, 2015 17:07
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"Oh mah god! Dingo's gettin' beat harder than a huntin' dog carryin' a bucket of feed to the chicken hut, know what I'm sayin' Bobby? Just goes to show that he ain't as honorable and goody-goody as y'all like to think he is!"
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Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +2, Momentum: +3 Heat with Dingo: +2 Memnon moves over to the side of the ring as Dingo struggles to find his footing, preparing to take to the third rope for another assault. Unfortunately, Dingo manages to snap out of his stupor more suddenly than Memnon expected. The Australian suddenly bolts to his feet and charges, knocking Memnon off the rope and back outside the ring. As the Ethiopian writhes in pain on the floor, Dingo himself begins climbing, preparing a frog splash from the top rope to the outside. As he leaps, Memnon barely manages to roll out of the way as Dingo lands hard himself, now both men struggling to rise off the hard ringside floor. Memnon manages to rise first, grabbing his opponent by the hair and dragging him around the ringside to give as many fans as possible an up close look at the fighters as the crowd cheers. As Dingo stumbles, dazed, Memnon picks his opponent up and throws him into a powerbomb. Wrassling with Heat: 2d6+2 10 , taking +1 heat and going into another quick sequence to keep things moving along. Satisfied that his opponent isn't going anywhere, Memnon dives under the ring, searching for weapons that he knows must be stashed away from scum like Dingo. Eventually he comes out, pleased with his finding of a steel chair. Dragging the chair behind himself, Memnon finds Dingo trying to catch his breath against the announcer's table. The African warrior waits for his opponent to turn and face him before smacking the chair hard against Dingo's chest, following it up with a fierce headbutt to Dingo's skull. Dingo falls backwards onto the announcer's table as Memnon glares at Jack Walker, preparing for a shouting match with the heel announcer while Dingo recovers. Hardcore violence: 2d6+2 12...I dread the lovely rolls that I know must be around the corner...+1 audience, +1 heat, but I'm giving control over to Dingo to keep things interesting. Now at +3 audience, +4 heat with Dingo, and +3 momentum.
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Aug 21, 2015 14:36
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The audience's screams wash over Jamie Taylor, draped over the announcers' desk, groaning in pain. While Memnon trades words back and forth with Jack Walker, Dingo feels around until he finds the glass that Bob Manning was using to drink water in. With an arc of his arm, Dingo smashes the glass directly against Memnon's temple! There's a huge pop as water and shards of (fake) glass fly everywhere, and the surprise hit from a downed opponent manages to make the African stumble and almost fall, clutching his head. Dingo looks around him for more improvised weapons before tearing out one of the announcer's table-mounted microphones. He circles around to Memnon's back, pulling at the mic's cord, so he can make a loop out of it and tighten it around Memnon's neck like a garrote! The crowd rumbles, and Dingo starts dragging Memnon back toward the ring by the improvised noose as the Ethiopian vainly struggles to alleviate the pressure on his neck. As they pull more and more on the mic cord, it starts dragging with it to the floor everything that's at the announcers' table: glasses of water, paper, pens, the tablecloth! It's a complete mess! They reach ringside and the cord won't go any farther, so Dingo just releases Memnon's neck. With a lot of effort, he manages to throw the Ethiopian, who's almost blacked out at this point, back inside the ring, and rolls himself in afterward. Falls only count in the ring, after all! The crowd roars as the two men face each other, both exhausted, both wounded and broken. Dingo can barely stand; he's bent toward one side and breathing hard. Still, he grits his teeth. That's he man's gimmick: he never gives up, not because he fights for a higher ideal or anything, but because he's just that tenacious. Slowly, but surely, Dingo shuffles his way like a zombie toward Memnon, a look of fierce determination in his eyes. The audience loves it! Control is back to you, as well as the victory!
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Aug 22, 2015 20:43
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"Back off, Memnon! Don't make me have to show you the door!" Jack immediately backs off when Dingo wraps the cord around Memnon's throat, letting a very undignified "eep!" of fear into his jacket mic.
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Aug 24, 2015 20:51
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Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +3, Momentum: +3 Heat with Dingo: +4 Memnon rests on his hands and knees, coughing and trying desperately to catch his breath, selling the hell out of Dingo's assault as the Australian scrapper shuffles towards him to finish the job. As the ref gives the signal that Memnon is to win, though, the bloodied fighter watches as Dingo approaches, preparing to reverse his fortunes and end the match. As soon as Dingo is within range, Memnon suddenly darts forward, sweeping his legs out from under him. Not giving Dingo a moment to recover, he grabs the man by his hair and throws him into the post, stunning him. As Dingo turns and stumbles around, Memnon throws a series of chops, one arm pumping for the audience to count along. "ONE!" A chop to the chest. "TWO!" The neck next. "THREE!" One last chop to the side of the head as Dingo barely remains standing. Memnon throws his arms up as the crowd goes wild - they know what comes next. Memnon drops into a catcher's stance, his hands resting on his thighs as he begins whipping his long dreadlocks around wildly, his head spinning in an almost inhuman manner. Spinning rapidly, he grabs Dingo and whips him towards the ropes, waiting for him to rebound before leaping into the air and headbutting the Australian. The Fänäkätä is executed perfectly and the crowd goes wild at the sight of Dingo's broken, beaten body being thrown to the mat by Memnon's bloodied head. Memnon gets on top quickly for the count and declares victory, throwing his arms to the side and glaring to the management box as he stands. Finish him!: 2d6 12! I'll take that +1 Audience. Along with having +4 heat with Dingo, that means I hit +5 Audience. I'm going to choose to take the Twitch the Curtain move from my gimmick with my advance.
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Aug 25, 2015 14:36
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"Incredible! A perfectly executed Fänäkätä! That will be more than enough to put the Dingo down, and there's the three count." As the crowd pops, "I've never seen Memnon in finer form as an athlete. This could be the start of very important things in his career."
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The cheering of the audience hits you like a solid wall. Your entire body's terribly sore. The ringside assistants climb into the ring to help Jamie Taylor out of it and up the ramp backstage. From the box, Lady Hipolita and her enforcer, Rita Rai, hold your glare and reflect it back. You can feel the crowd's excitement wash all over you. They're making this much noise for you. But then Bob Manning's words hit home. "I've never seen Memnon in finer form as an athlete." As an athlete. You can't help but think that tomorrow, on all the wrestling news site, you are going to be featured in articles talking about your very successful match. You can't help but feel that your botched promo earlier has put the Africa business firmly back into kayfabe in the minds of the audience. Dingo's trademark jacket is right there, on the turnbuckle; what do you do with it? --- Audience caps at +4! I don't think there's any effect of gaining +Audience when you're already at +4. --- After Memnon's match, we fade into the commercial break. (Again, we're moving forward but if anyone wants to do anything before the break, please do so.) When Transintercontinental comes back on air, it's a wide shot of the Globaldome, spotlights sweeping the screaming audience. Backstage, Margrethe Wolfram and Takeo Honda are given their clues to enter; how does that look like? Cyphoderus fucked around with this message at 01:17 on Aug 26, 2015 |
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Aug 26, 2015 01:00
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Actually, Fuego wants to cut a promo; I'll post when I get home.
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Aug 26, 2015 01:04
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Also want some promo time, if we've got space. Honda vs Wolfram is the main event, right?
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Aug 26, 2015 01:23
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There is always, always space for promos! There's Always a Mic Available. Yeah, Honda vs. Wolfram is announced as the main event and final of the Contender's Cup. But the wrestlers in this game have enough power and agency so that nothing can be considered set in stone. (In other words, everyone has the power and the right to swerve anything) Cyphoderus fucked around with this message at 01:58 on Aug 26, 2015 |
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Aug 26, 2015 01:55
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Actually, I'd like to hold off. I'll wait until the top of the next episode because I'll get more use out of it.
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Aug 26, 2015 02:37
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 Look -2 | Power +1 | Real -1 | Work +2 Audience +1 | Momentum: +3 | Heat +3 Margrethe/+3 Takeo/+1 Lopho The scene cuts backstage, where Mikaela is dressed in her street clothes with Primly in the background doing managerial things. She's holding a microphone and looking into the camera. "So, it seems that I'm not getting a chance to go out there tonight. I put on an amazing, competitive match against Takeo and they can't even give me a match. Are you kidding me?" There's a production guy making some sort of weird face most likely right about now. "Takeo's lucky he is who he is, because otherwise we wouldn't be where we are right now. I'd be in the main event right now." At about this point, Primley has come over, looking surprised. He coughs loudly, trying to get this back on track. "A lucky headbutt! That's all he had over me! Not even a match!" Break Kayfabe:Break Kayfabe: 2d6-1 6 Spend 1 momentum to make it a 7. +2 momentum, -1 Heat with Takeo for bringing up his connections on screen, even if subtlety.
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Sheet Look: 0, Power: -2, Real: 2, Work: 0 Audience: +4, Momentum: +3 Heat with Dingo: +4 Memnon dons his African Union emblazoned coat again and then, slowly, deliberately, he grabs Dingo's jacket off the turnbuckle before grabbing a microphone. "Memnation!" He calls to the audience as a swell of cheers rises up, holding his opponent's jacket up to the crowd as he basks in the adulation. "This was not just my victory, tonight. This. Was. OURS!" More cheers. Memnon gives it a moment, turning to show the jacket off to the fans before continuing. "I want to keep coming back here, night after night, to fight against corruption and inequality - to show that there is at least one man of honor who will fight against the filth! But...that decision is not mine alone! What say you, Memnation?" He holds the microphone out to the crowd, to their cheers. Soon, the crowd starts chanting, "MEM-NON! MEM-NON!" As Memnon climbs out of the ring and towels off his head before going to high-five and embrace the fans. Still, he keeps looking right back at the manager's box, waiting for their response while hoping that he has done enough to make himself invaluable and get what he wants without too many repercussions...at least for the moment. I'm assuming I can count this Working the Audience, since you've noted that folks are pretty convinced the whole African viewership debate is kayfabe at this point between my botched promo but lucky match. I will happily adjust my roll to a promo or break kayfabe move if you feel one of those is more apropos, though. Riling up the crowd: 2d6+4 13, so +2 momentum for me.
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Aug 26, 2015 04:32
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 Sheet Look +2 | Power -1 | Real -1 | Work +1 Audience +2 | Momentum: +2 Heat: Makeala +3; El Dragon +4; Takeo +1; Elza +2 | Advance: 1 Gained; 1 Spent The crowd has a chance to simmer down after Memnon has got them on their feet. They have time to stretch, take a piss break, and in general have little to no reason to not be in back in their seats before the lights dim. If that wasn't a big enough cue, the sound of gongs and a heartbeat reverberate the Global Dome! [Better Off Dead by the Faders Plays] Yep. Enter Margrethe Wolfram. And strangely, a line of officials are following her. They group off at each corner of the ring for some reason as Margrethe methodicallyy walks down the ramp to the ring. She has her ring attire on, this time in a more traditional German colors. Of course, she has 'that' flag. She walks to the ring, walk up the ring steps, then glares at the ring aide who hops up and open the ring ropes for her. Margrethe steps into the ring and then pauses... to revel in the heal heat pouring down on her. After minutes of this, she asks for a mic. "...I can feel it, the anticipation. You all are waiting, with baited breath,as to what the stipulation for tonight's match is." She pulls the mic down and stops talking long enough to garner more boos, milking the suspense. She raises the mic to continue. "Well... before I reveal it, I have to say that I don't appreciate some things. Or some people. More specifically, Mikeala Winters, who last week made it quite clear that she will refuse to stay out of my affairs. Further more, that nut, Memnon is in the back as well and we all know he and Takeo has some... unfinished business. My point is this..." She pauses as, of all things, a Fue-go chant fires up! "Yeah, cold day in hell before he'll ever be in my league. The point is, I refuse to allow months of hardwork get foiled by a fluke run in. I refuse to stand in the midst of the millions of fans here in the Global Dome (cheap pop!) and walk out of here screwed ofan opportunity that I have bent over backwards to get! So you see, Takeo, I did us both a favor..." She smiles. "I wonder how many of you wondered exactly why the Global Dome's roof has been closed? How many of you have even looked up? Well, I advise that you do so. 'nuff said!" She drops the mic and begins to stretch. Meanwhile a huge cheer rises from the crowd as the lights come back on and, for the first time they notice that a 15 foot steel cage has been hanging over them! A cage that begins to lower! That is why the refs are at ringside! They are there to secure the cage! quote:So, +1 Momentum for the cheap pop!
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 Look +2, Power 0, Real -2, Work 0 Audience +1, Momentum +1 Heat with Margarethe: +1 Primly runs up to Takeo on his way to the ring. "Mr. Honda, you've heard what Mikaela Winters has to say. What are your thoughts on that assertion, as you go into this match?" Takeo stops for a second. "I do not care what she says anymore. If she wants to fight me again she will have to wait. Tonight is much more important. Margarethe Wolfram has no respect for anyone, and I am tired of being disrespected when I have proven my superiority here week after week. Soon she will know. Soon everyone will know." quote:Cutting a promo, rolling +Look and... (Takeo was a little fazed by Mikaela going off script- he thinks he improv'd okay but it could have been better.)
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Memnon, yeah, it sounds like Working the Audience to me. You glare at the box, but Lady Hipolita does not manifest herself. Instead, you hear a rumbling bass voice from behind you: "Nice work, warrior." It's Sony Abo, the star ref of Transintercontinental World Wrestling, from the Republic of the Congo. He's come down to help prepare things for the main event. Even this tiny manifestation is a big deal to fans, because the man's gimmick is strict professionalism and neutrality at all times. He acknowledges you from afar with a respectful nod; the audience cheers for the exchange. They're really into you tonight. After Memnon leaves up the ramp, Abo grabs a mic, back to his usual demeanor. "It is my honor to introduce an esteemed guest to the Globaldome: please, welcome Mr. Kenshomaru Honda!" A spotlight focuses on Lady Hipolita's box, where an older Japanese gentleman is taking a seat at Hipolita's side. He's wearing a formal suit and looks dignified and vigorous in his 70 years of age. Yep; this is Takeo's dad, and he's come to watch his son wrestle! --- We jump forward. The cage is being lowered. Meanwhile, backstage, Mikaela has had her outburst, but the cameras are still rolling because the producers either want to milk this moment or are too baffled to order a cut. Giles Primly is biting his thumb, in deep thought, trying to come up with a way to salvage this situation. You can almost see the lightbulb coming on above his head. "A lucky... headbutt? That's it!" He jumps forward, grabbing Mikaela's wrist, a look of wild inspiration in his eyes. "You told me your wrestling would make you a star? This is our chance. It's perfect. Come on!" He starts dragging you toward the curtain... Giles Primly bursts into the Globaldome, with Mikaela Winters on his tail, looking befuddled. Giles takes a mic from a nearby aide. He's in his element, comfortable and gallant. "Goooooood eeeeeeeeevening, Globaldome! Ms. Wolfram, you look lovely, as always!" "You might be wondering why I'm here. I am here because an injustice has been committed against my client. I'd like to call everyone's attention to the last moments of her match against Takeo Honda last week." He gestures to the Jumbotron. It takes a while for the guys backstage to scramble and find the footage, but they do. "You see, there was a collision between my client and Honda, and they both fall to the floor, out cold. Takeo recovers first to weakly drape an arm over my client, winning the match. But! Let's rewind a bit, to the point right after the collision..." The footage does so. Primly is going off-script here, but he has enough clout and reputation that the staff backstage is going along with his spiel. "They're both out cold. Globaldome! Does a knockout end a match?" The crowd pops in rumbling agreement. "Globaldome! Do you not agree with me that what we just saw was not a win by pinfall, but a draw by knockout? If Takeo is in this match, my client deserves to be in it, too!" The crowd explodes in noise, while Primly has the wickedest of smiles on his face. "Of course, the only person who could reverse an official decision is Lady Hipolita Lagervale herself... but she wouldn't be so crass as to avoid reversing such an appalling bit of referee-ing! And, of course, we'd need the consent of Ms. Wolfram and Mr. Honda... but they are clearly not the kind of cowardly wrestler who wins by cheating. I would never dream, in a thousand years, that they would be afraid to confront a real fighter like my client, in the ring!" Lady Hipolita seems at a loss for words, slightly shocked by the man's daring. It is Ken Honda who speaks first. "My son will not back away from battle. Young lady, do you truly have the mettle to make such a challenge?" He's talking directly to Mikaela now. The cage is descending slowly... What does everyone do?
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Look -2 | Power +1 | Real -1 | Work +2 Audience +1 | Momentum: +3 | Heat +3 Margrethe/+3 Takeo/+1 Lopho Mikaela looks at Mr. Honda, trying not to end up with pissing off the family any worse than she already has. "I fight whoever, whenever, wherever, however they want. I won't step down." Mikaela looks between Takeo and Margrethe for a moment. "Especially not a fight with either of these two." Trying to keep it simple and to the point, Mikaela drops the microphone, waiting outside of the ring as the cage comes down. She still seems a bit nervous about her earlier ranting on camera, not usually the type to go off-script like this.
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Sheet Look +2 | Power -1 | Real -1 | Work +1 Audience +2 | Momentum: +2 Heat: Makeala +3; El Dragon +4; Takeo +2; Elza +2 | Advance: 1 Gained; 1 Spent Margrethe ceased her stretching as the two newcomers crashed the party. She stood there, silent for a couple of seconds, before remembering that the mic was where she dropped it. She picked it up. "...Mikaela... and yes I'm addressing you, not the midgit nerd there..." She pauses here, and it's now obvious that this is an improve promo, "Screw it! You may speak absolute gibberish at times... but there is no doubt that you're one of the best technical wrestlers in the TWW. It will be my honor to kick your butt! Again!" ...very unexpected, but the crowd gives a massive pop to this! They are obviously in agreement as to Mikeala's abilities! ...and to Margrethe, apparently, letting her into the Main Event. quote:Breaking Kayfabe, as this is an unscripted promo:
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[Are people waiting for me? I'm not making a move here until the match starts.]
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