Crippler Crossface

The scene opens backstage in an arena in some small town in the United States. Sitting in a chair in his locker room, looking down, deep in thought, is The King of Nightmares himself, Michael Craven. his eyes are shut, Craven almost meditating at the moment. Hello there, folks. We haven’t met before, but trust me, you’ll know who I am soon. Trust me. I’m going to start things off differently. In fact, I’m going to ask you a question. What do you live for? What is it- “KNOCK! KNOCK!” Craven turns and looks up, his thoughts interrupted by a knock at the door, then a cry from the other side of: “You’re up!” The King of Nightmares begins to get up from his seat, making his way to the door as it opens. Craven steps through it past the SWF employee who holds it open, making his march down the hall to the ramp. Well, well, this is a little change of plans. I didn’t figure I was up for another five minutes. Time to go kick ass. Cut to a shot of the ring inside the arena, where a young local wrestler is pumping the crowd up, trying everything he can to get them to cheer and succeeding. His grin stretches across his clean-shaven face, the crowd eating it up like a kid in a candy store. Cut back to Craven as he makes his way towards the curtain, the local talent’s music coming to an end, crowd still roaring loudly as Craven stands behind the curtain, waiting patiently for his entrance to begin. You can’t feel it now, but I can. That rush of adrenaline that comes just before you step through the curtain. It’s that natural high that makes your heart pound faster, your reflexes quicken, and amplifies every sense ten-fold. Suddenly, the lights cut out, the crowd going silent for a second as the arena is covered in a blackness that suffocates the crowd’s energy. Suddenly, strobe lights pulse to the beat of the guitar and drums in the background, blasting from the PA system before the first lyrics kick in: “I'll never seen any side of heaven I'll walk for miles through a blazin' hell It doesn't matter what you think I'm supposed to be 'Cause I myself know all too well...” You see, that’s my theme music playing. I’m about to go step out onto stage in front of maybe three, four thousand fans in this town who showed up to a house show for wrestling. And I am going to blow the roof off this place. At that moment in the song, Saliva’s “King of My World”, the strobes abruptly cut out, and a flood of pale blue light rolls out from the house lights like fog at night on a large body of water, covering the arena in a false sky as well as illuminating the figure of “The King of Nightmares” Michael Craven as he walks out onto the stage, the crowd beginning to boos they see The King of Nightmares for the first time... “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” You hear that? They’re booing me. But it doesn’t hurt me. Hell, it only makes me more excited. The song continues to play, even as the crowd boos loudly enough to blow the roof off the place... “I'll open your eyes and make you see I'm the king of my world King of my world!!!! I'll break down the walls around you, down... I'm the king of my world King of my world!!!! I'll break down the walls around you...” Craven does not stop, continuing his walk down to the ring free of interruption, the fans shouting at him loudly: “YOU SUCK, CRAVEN!” “I hope you lose!” “Captain Courageous is going to kick you ass!” Captain Courageous? You have got to be kidding me. That’s almost as ridiculous as some of the guys I’m fighting in this When Worlds Collide tournament: “Scythe” LaTroy Morletto, Dominic, or my opponent right now The Soldier. What is he a soldier of? The Jobber Army? As he walks down the ramp, he turns around, facing back at the top of the ramp. Now walking backwards, he stretches his arms out wide, soaking in the crowd’s jeers, smiling to the crowd, enjoying every minute they boo him. Halfway down the ramp, though, he abruptly spins back around on his left heel, swinging his right arm in a straight path across the top of the stage. “KA-BOOM!” A huge blast of bright white pyro, or as some might say, the whitest white pyro in the history of pyro’s whiteness, kicks up, sending a shockwave across the arena that rattles some of the near-by cameras and causes some fans to turn away for a second, eyes squinting. The smoke from the blast lingers on stage for quite some time as Craven finishes the spin, now facing forward as he continues his walk to ringside without interruption. You feel that? The power behind that is an incredible visual. The brightness is just as blinding as ignorance and stupidity is to you. Like everyone else, you don’t realize how precious your life is, and how it can be taken away in an instant. As Craven makes his way towards the ring, the SWF’s premier ring announcer, Funyon, lifts the mic up to his lips, booming loudly: “And his opponent: from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 280 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, The King Of Nightmares... MICHAEL CRAVENNNNN!!!” Which brings me back to the question at hand: What do you live for? Do you live for fame? For fortune? For power? For glory? Craven climbs up onto the apron, entering casually through the middle and top ropes. The crowd boos as Craven turns and quickly scales the turnbuckle closest to him, following in tempo with the song and it’s lyrics... “Here I come again Come again 3,2,1 Here I come Here I come again 3, 2, 1 Here I come again Here I come 3, 2, 1 Here I come... HERE I COME!” On cue, Craven opens his arms wide, a beam of white shining down upon him from a spotlight in the rafters, casting shadows across his face and giving him a more demeaning image for the moment. Soaking in the crowd’s response, a chorus of heavy boos, he smiles, confident that he can defeat the man thrown in front of him tonight. This is what I live for. The pain, the blood, the anger, the rage, the joy and exultation, and all the other emotions wrapped up into it. It’s fame, fortune, power, and glory all rolled into one. I was born into a wrestling family. This stuff runs through my blood, and to take it away from me is to rip my heart out and kill me. And I’m not going to let anyone do that to me. Mike then turns his head, staring back at Captain Courageous before he hops down and begins warming up in the corner, stretching out on the ropes. Sometimes I have to be helped up to my feet and helped from the ring because I put so much into this, it drains me. It takes every last breath, every last ounce of energy in the biggest matches against the toughest foes, but I’ll do what I need to so I can come out on top of it all, because this is what I live for. Craven leaves the corner, the two men converging in the center of the ring, staring at each other. The referee squeezes his way in between them, explaining the full rules to the competitors. As he finishes, the two still stare each other down, not moving their eyes from their glares. But what exactly do you live for? What is it that makes you get up in the morning and look at each day with a happy smile? The crowd is on their feet, cheering loudly, tensions rising in the ring while the ref finishes final instructions. However, at this time, Captain Courageous slaps Craven across the face! The crowd gasps, then pops as Craven turns his head back around, smiling, but not retaliating as Courageous stares him down with a grin, the ref now ordering the two to separate to begin the match. If you don’t live for this, then I suggest you don’t even bother to show up and face me... As the two competitors are sent back to their corners by the ref, he backs off, turning to the timekeeper, and signaling to him... ...Or you will learn the hard way what happens to those who don’t, and how painful that experience will be. Let’s see how you answer my question. DING DING DING!!! And as the shot fades out, we see Craven step forward, grappling with Captain Courageous as the crowd cheers, but Craven immediately slams him into the ground as hard as he possibly can. It’s going to be a long night for Captain Courageous. ------ (OOC: w00t, 1000th post!)

According to WWE.com: 295 (Brock) + 500 (Show) + 380 (A-Train) + 340 (Jones) + 330 (Morgan) = 1845 lbs.

Edit: Double Post.

Wow, two pages and the show isn't over. And Cena has a YJ Stinger commercial? Please tell me there aren't a bunch of horribly CGI-drawn bees in the background...

And here's my second role play, The Part-Time Job.

I, too, am participating in When Worlds Collide X with Taamo, Korgath, and MVS, and I'd like to ask for a banner as well. Basically, I'd be having this photo on a black background with a flame texture rising up from the bottom and "Michael Craven" across the bottom in red Old English. I'm not going to push anyone, but I'll probably have my first RP up tomorrow night after I finish my match. Much like Taamo, I'll appreciate any help.

*raises hand*

I was going to comment, but I'm not sure what I was going to write would have been more than a constant stream of cussing. Oh, and this stip = weirdest stip EVER.

Oh, and tomorrow = the last day to sign up, so if you're going to enter, do it really soon. Like within the next 24 hours.

Korgath is on there as well, representing the JL. w00t.

United States Title Ejiro Fasaki© vs Johnny Dangerous Handicap Match The Boston Strangler vs Sinquizition Steel Chair Challange Va'aiga vs CIA ICTV Title Match Andrew Blackwell© vs Xstasy MAIN EVENT Cage Match, Non-Title Michael Craven vs "The Superior One" Tom Flesher

I'm just getting to reading this (being in a play sucks away your life, trust me), and the Va'aiga turns does indeed stand out as the main focal point of the show. It's done very well, and I can't wait to see how Dace/Va'aiga ends up. Though I'd imagine the bloodshed will have to be measured in kiloliters. Gallons doesn't do it justice. Oh, and damn you for having a Demonstar equivalent, too, Va'aiga. I haven't even gotten to debut mine yet.

I'd still be willing to do a Heat report if nobody else is going to do it. Writing for TSM is something I've wanted to do for a while, and I think it'd be benefitial to me since I'm going into journalism next year at college. Unfortunately, my VCR is throwing one of it's fits again, and it didn't record the first half of the show (I was at soccer practice and didn't get out until 7:25).

Dames, quick question: When would the Heat reviews have to be into you by? Would it be for this week's Heat, or the one next Sunday the 12th?

Count me in, too. This is something I've wanted to do for a while.

I've always wanted to write something for the site, except I'm until the 19th with stuff for my play. I could do Sunday Night Heat or Velocity, but Raw for me would have to wait until the 20th. I could do either three of the shows, though.

Wow, the Katie Vick angle started a year ago today...

Woo-hoo, I won the awards I thought I'd win. Thanks to everyne who voted for me for both Most Improved and Most Under-appreciated. I'm glad to see that I tied with Wildchild for the second award, because of all the storylines right now, the ones intriguing me most have been both the Commish storyline and Wildchild/Dangerous. Keep up the good work, WC. I'm looking forward to see what twist you guys throw in next.

...Cool. Sounds like I'm watching Velocity and Heat this week. I've seen Noble preform this manuever. I believe it's a front facelock with Noble's legs wrapped around Shannon Moore to prevent him from getting out of it. Looks awesome. I think it'll be a good move to incorporate into a match. I'm familiar with that one, but from the sound of it, this sounds different from the normal guillotine choke, which is a move my wrestler uses in the SWF and I believe the one you described. The normal one is where they lock the opponent in a front facelock the body scissor him with their legs as they fall back, choking them out.

...Cool. Sounds like I'm watching Velocity and Heat this week.

...That's it. I'm watching Heat this week. I have to see this for myself...

...16,400 words. I am spent.

13000 words. And I'm not done yet.

Running just over 11,000 words and still counting. The match itself is starting to wind down, but I've got a few more spots to go through yet.

The King of Nightmares is teh tired. 9,158 words and counting. I wrote another 2500 last night before I went to bed at 11. I'm 100% certain I will have this finished today, though. But I've still got some of the bigger parts to write. (insert obligatory Ash smiley here)