War 8/14/2013

[mysticbabydoll]

Roleplaying Deadline
11:59:59 PM on August 14th, 2013
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GM's
Carlos Mitchell & Kira Darland

Staff
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Venue
Odyssey Arena by Belfast, N.Ireland

Theme Music


Match 1: 2 out of 3 Falls
Steve Weigel vs. Simon Lee Nash
Referee: Smokey McWeed

Match 2: Extreme Rules
Kasey Winterborn vs. Kimberly Pain
Referee: Doug Melvin

Match 3: Falls Count Anywhere
The Mack vs. Jake Voss
Referee: Smokey McWeed

The mystery person reveals who they are

Match 4: Hardcore
Taylor Andrews vs. Jordan Cut
Referee: Josh Dobbes

Main Event: Steel Cage
Tristan Darland vs. Julie
Referee: Harry Hunter

CARD IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE

[NBD]

Earlier Today

Rolling across the dusty desert road on the outskirts of Las Vegas Nevada are ten bikers clad in leather with half helmets and sunglasses. They approach an old bar seemingly in the middle of nowhere with a garage attached to it. They park their bikes out front near the entrance and remove their helmets. Victor Vladmir in the leader position, or better known as Viper to the SEF world. Vic heads inside flanked by his seargeant at arms and corporals of punishment, Rob and Jake. With them are Frank, Andy, Hank, Josh, Jason, and Chris who follow the other four into the bar where Vic moves around behind to grab a bottle of wild turkey. He sets it on the bar and sets up nine shot glasses filling each one. Viper the first to swallow his down, but no one else shy either. James the only one not drinking and he sits down pulling a fat joint looking like a blunt from a pocket of his shirt under his cut. He fishes a lighter from his pocket sparking the bone up, puffs away and hands it to Vic who takes quick hit, then passes.

So boys, I should let ya all know why were here instead of at WAR. James will fill ya in while I get the tools we need.

Viper walking off to a door marked private motioning Rob and Jake to come with him. Everyone else sits down with James smoking up.

Alright boys, its real simple shit, just a fucked up way for friends to act. Ya all know Troy Storms and Nick Torres are bad guys in the ring, well it seems they be playing to true to that for real and so here we be ready to kill or be killed. Those fuckers got a few of our members, even a Corporal on their side to try and take this club over cause they want more money for themselves. They want to do less and make more and screw the rest of us over, but luckily their old ladies are untrustworthy even to them. Plus my brother Jack, he's been lending his ear to them as they trusted him, dumbasses! Hopefully we ain't gotta kill none of 'em, but if it comes to that, don't hit Jack. He'll get outta the way in time, so bide your time and let's get ready for a real fucking war!

James shaking his head side to side and glances to the bottle of wild turkey with temptation in his eyes.

Anyone need another shot better drink up now.

James turning on his bar stool to lean back on the bar and take a deep drag of what is left of the joint. He pulls another out sparking that up and passes it on as Frank looking around to see a group of loyal members.

We got your back bro, and Vic's, and Jack's.

James and Frank eyeing each other and James just nodding to the big man. Then another big man kicks the door marked private open and walks out carrying two pump action shotguns with bullets strapped to them. Another strapped to his back and Vic tosses one to James who catches it. He hands the other to Frank as Jake and Rob pass out several more to every other member as well one for themselves. Vic grabbing a bottle of vodka from behind the bar and walks over to a table near the front door. He sits back in a chair setting the bottle on the table and the gun on his lap. Vic twisting the top of the bottle off to the floor and takes a swig as he leans back ready to kill. James stays at the bar finishing his joint with Rob as Jake takes Josh, Chris and Jason to the right side of the bar sitting at a table. Frank takes the rest of the members to the other side of the room and is joined by Rob when bikes can be heard rumbling in the distance. Vic slamming down more vodka leaving the bottle swishing as he pumps a bullet into the chamber and rests the barrel on the table. James pumping one in and we hear everyone else doing the same. The wait is a silent one, not a sound from anyone and only the low humming of some appliance is heard, besides the rumbling. The wait seems to be long as the rumbling gets closer and Vic stays focused as does everyone else. James on his feet now and the sound of his shoes slapping the wooden the floor are heard as he approaches Vic. The Sergeant kicking a chair out and sits down with the back in front of him resting the gun up over it. The rumbling stopped now and soon there are footsteps heard on the dusty gravel ground out front. They come to the door and Jack Hines is first to come in followed by Troy Storms and Nick Torres. Figures can be seen behind them, but not made out as the three men block the door. Jack in front and James on his feet with the gun hanging to his side. Troy and Nick eyeing the situation let Jack talk.

What's going on brothers?

James responds.

We got word someone was coming to rob us. Bring all your asses in and let's buckle down!

Jack nodding ok just waves everyone in, but Troy keeping them back as Nick pulls a semi automatic pistol up pumping a round to the back of the Treasurer's head. His forehead exploding with bloody brains as James fires at Nick. The Speaker already moving out the door after he gets caught with part of the blast to the hip. Fritz Kubb jumping in the doorway to fire off shots as James ducks out of the way. Vic pumping Fritz full of lead sends the big man down, but not before Chris Paine suffers the same fate from a stray shot. James and Vic flip the table up charging it to the door and James yells.

COVER US BOYS!

Vic and James hit the doorway as the rest of the members take up position at the windows keeping out of view from the outside.

THEIR GETTING AWAY!

Is what Frank shouts and James jumping up to see Troy, Nick, Rick, and Harry getting on their bikes. James leaping out of the doorway pumps a shot into Harry's bike catching his leg as well, then pumps another at Nick's back tire. Rick with a shot from a pistol drops James with a wound to the thigh. Vic behind him blasts Rick in the head and down he goes. Jake getting a shot through a window to Nick's back sends him down and Victor hopping on his bike roars off after Troy. Their bikes rumbling out on to the road as Rob comes out finishing Harry off with a blast to his face. Vic chasing after Troy blasting after him with the shotgun a couple times hits the back tire. Troy's bike slowing down as he tries to keep it steady, but Vic coming up fast. Troy whipping a pistol out turns to fire off a shot as Vic let's a bullet loose. Troy getting blasted off his back as Vic takes one to the shoulder and slows down dropping his bike. He runs over to Troy whipping out a pistol of his own covering his old friend, former friend. Troy a bloody mess on the side of the road looks up with a pissed off look and Vic finishes him off with a bullet to the head. He straps his pistol up and hops on his bike roaring back to the bar where Xanthus is getting everyone to clean things up. Vic off his bike now and tells Frank.

Take the pickup and a couple other guys to go clean up Troy and his bike and make it quick.

Frank nodding yea grabs Josh and Andy to go into the garage and drive off. Everyone else gets the bodies around back as Vic and James head inside. James pouring a couple shots of wild turkey takes one and slams it down. Vic with cold eyes just slams the other one down.

Take care of these bodies and then get checked out brother, I gotta make a call and let SEF know were done. We got bigger things to worry about than running security when they don't even need us. Its time we go back to the road for the Renegades of Peace.

Vic and James shaking hands, then Vic walks off into the private room. James taking another shot of whiskey whips a fat joint out as he heads out back. He lights it up and meets the rest of the club out there with the dead ones laid out next to each other. James passing the joint out and strips the cuts off the bodies. A pickup comes around the back in reverse with Josh and Andy hopping from the back of it. Frank steps out of the drivers seat and a couple more members help unload the bike as James takes the cut off Troy's body and says.

Load up these bodies in the back and we'll get them buried.

He heads inside with the cuts going into the room marked private where Vic sits at the head of long wooden table. James throwing the cut down on the other end of the table and takes a seat to Vic's right.

So you coming to help us bury the bodies?

Vic nods yea.

You gonna get checked out for that leg?

James shrugging just nods yea.

After we bury these bastards! It feels fine for now, got it tied off. How's your shoulder?

Vic looking down seeing blood on his cut and shrugs.

Oh, I did get shot!? Well, it'll be fine until we get these boys buried, but hey, we need a new VP. What you think, want the job?

James nods yea.

Sure brother, I'll make do with it until I'm dead.

Vic chuckling a little just strokes his bearded chin and stands up. James standing a bit unsteady now, but hobbles out on his wounded leg with Vic and they get out back where everyone is standing around shooting the shit. They shut up when Vic speaks up.

Alright boys, ready to go get this dirty job down and get our asses back on the road?

Many nods of yea and some hell yeas spoken from the group.

We gotta be in Kentucky tomorrow, so let's get moving. Jake, your my new Sergeant and your driving the truck, so let's go. Everyone else, get on your bikes and follow us!

Vic heading around to the truck to hop in the passengers side after James climbs into the middle. Jake climbs in behind the wheel. The truck takes off as everyone else gets around front to their bikes and roar behind the pickup. The rumbling heard down the road covered in a dust cloud and now we go to WAR, live.

Match 1: 2 out of 3 Falls
Steve Weigel vs. Simon Lee Nash
Referee: Smokey McWeed

Weigel with My Suicide to pick up the 1st fall. Simon rallying back though and really wears out Steve with an onslaught of holds. Weigel taps to the House of Pain giving Simon the 2nd fall. Steve tries to come back and win it, but Simon pulling off a moonsault, then yanks Steve up for the F-5 and the win.

Winner: Simon Lee Nash

Match 2: Extreme Rules
Kasey Winterborn vs. Kimberly Pain
Referee: Doug Melvin

Kasey walks out during the match and bumps into The Mack giving him a blowjob and Kimberly the win via count out.

Match 3: Falls Count Anywhere
The Mack vs. Jake Voss
Referee: Smokey McWeed

Mack wins via forfeit when Jake Voss no shows.

[mysticbabydoll]

The mystery person is seen in front of the arena, and he has a smirk on his face. He looks toward the camera, and gets talking.

Mystery Person: You know I have been keeping my face hidden cause at the time it wasn't the right time to reveal who I am. You see there is a reason, and the person that trusted me like she did her brother will get shocked when she finds out it was me that helped Tristan to put her out of action.

He laughs a bit, and he still had the hood on, and turns away from the camera. He takes the hood down, and turns around as his face is shown now as he talks again.

Brady Henderson: Kira it was me that helped Tristan put you out of action. You see it was a good plan, and it turned out better then we both thought. You actually thought Tristan and I actually cared about you, but the truth is that we never did. I know you are going to hate me, but I don't regret helping Tristan out. You just trust people way to easy, and see what it cost you. If you thought Tristan's betrayal was bad, then you don't know what my betrayal will be like because I am not done yet as I just got started.

Brady just laughed, and walks inside to talk to Tristan as the scene fades out.

[NBD]

Match 4: Hardcore
Taylor Andrews vs. Jordan Cut
Referee: Doug Melvin

Taylor starting this one with a chair shot from behind as Jordan makes his entrance. The ref rushing up the aisle as Taylor puts the boots to Jordan before taking his head off with another chair shot. The Golden Gal into the pin,

ONE

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TWO

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kickout! Taylor yanking up Jordan in a facelock and she gets tackled back against the stage wall. Jordan twisting out gets taken down in a sto and locked in the T & A. Jordan screaming and struggling to get free as the ref asks for a submission. Jordan yelling no and claws his way up running off the stage sending Taylor to her back. Jordan flipping over her free of the hold, but holding his own back as he kneels up. The crowd on their feet for this quick start to fast paced action. Taylor trying to get up and receives a kick to her head, then Jordan yanks up the Golden Gal into a suplex. Jordan into a pin,

ONE

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TWO

kickout! Jordan pulling Taylor up into an irish whip sending the Golden Gal into the guard rail. He rushes her for a clothesline, but Taylor with a backdrop sending Jordan into chairs vacated by the fans who are real excited now. Taylor turning and waiting for Jordan to stand, then leaps to the rail and off into a bulldog driving both down over more chairs. The crowd going crazy with a hardcore chant.

HOLY SHIT

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HOLY SHIT

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HOLY SHIT

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Taylor pulling herself up in pain to grabs Jordan by his hair digging her nails in. The Golden Gal dragging her opponent through the crowd to the rail near the ring looking to slam his head to it. Jordan blocking and slamming Taylor's head to the rail, then hops the rail and pulls Taylor up over the rail into a ddt to the floor. Jordan rolling over near the ring to look under it and pull out a singapore cane. He gets up as Taylor kneels up, then slams her across the back with the cane. Jordan lighting up the Golden Gal with several more shots to Taylor's ribs, then drops the cane and throws his opponent in the ring. Jordan pulling a table out from under the ring and slides it in next to Taylor. Jordan going over by the announce table to grab a metal chair, then slides in the ring with it. Taylor getting to her feet and Jordan with a shot to her head crashing the Golden Gal to the mat. Jordan into the pin,

ONE

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TWO

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kickout! Jordan getting up leaps into the air for a high knee drop to Taylor's chest. He pulls up the Golden Gal for a Rock Bottom, but gets an elbow to his head. Taylor spinning around with a roundhouse kick to the back of Jordan's head, but catches him in a waistlock executing a german suplex. Taylor heading to the top rope to nail a senton bomb, then she sets the table up near a corner. Taylor pulling Jordan up for a scoop slam on the table. The Golden Gal heading up to the top rope for a moonsault, but Jordan rolls off at the last second letting Taylor crash through to the mat. Jordan getting up and leaps over Taylor with a high knee drop to her head. He yanks the Golden Gal up for The Cutter and makes the pin,

ONE

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TWO

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THREE

Winner: Jordan Cut

Bill McLane stands up at ringside after Jordan's celebration and holds a microphone for an announcement.

The SEF World Champion Julie has doctors orders to stay out of a ring until Gangstas Paradise due to pulling a muscle last night while training. But thanks to Jake Voss heading off to help Viper's biker gang go to war in the desert, we may not have to see two forfeits. Julie has a legit excuse, so The Mack will be in action against Tristan Darland and next inside of a steel cage!

Bill sitting down as the crowd cheers and Nick excited for this.

That's huge man, first time these two get to face off. Always good to see something fresh!

Not much of a choice, just the way things lined up, but maybe they did for a reason?

Tristan with a huge opportunity to gain huge momentum if he can beat The Mack, but was expecting Julie. Can he be ready in time?

We'll find out won't we?!

Yes we will. Been a hell of a show so far with a pretty crazy opening you could call a bloodbath in the desert. Simon Lee Nash picked up a win over a former World Champion while Mack got a hummer and a easy win. Now he gets to steal the show, but a tough act to follow as Taylor gave Jordan a hard fought victory. Its next though, its The Mack one on one with Tristan Darland inside of a steel cage!!!

Main Event: Steel Cage
Tristan Darland vs. The Mack
Referee: Smokey McWeed

Both men in the ring surrounded by steel walls of mesh fence and they engage in a lock up. Mack getting a side headlock on Tristan, but gets shoved to the ropes. Tristan ready for a shoulderblock, but Mack springing back into a slide under his opponents legs. Mack springing up as Tristan turns and The Showsteala takes him down with a diving clothesline. Mack on his feet leaps into a stomp across Tristan's head. The Showsteala snuffing his foot all over the canvas all cocky, then springs off the ropes into a kick to Tristan's head. Mack yanks him up for a swinging neckbreaker, but gets shoved into the ropes smacking the cage wall a little. Tristan rushing in with a tackle smashing Mack against the wall again, then pulls him away and looks for a powerbomb. Mack flipping over Tristan to his feet and spins around with a heel kick taking his opponent down. Mack heading up the nearest turnbuckles to execute a moonsault on Tristan into a pin,

ONE

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TWO

kickout! Mack into a leg drop across Tristan's throat, then looking for the Show Strangla. Tristan struggling to keep free gets to the ropes and pulls himself up, but Mack flies at him with a knee to the ribs slamming Tristan into the cage wall. Mack with an irish whip, but gets reversed and bounces off the ropes into Breakdown. Tristan into the pin,

ONE

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TWO

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kickout! Tristan picking Mack up in a sitting position to apply a sleeper, but The Showsteala thrashing around like a maniac. Mack pushing himself up to his feet swings his legs around yanking Tristan down into a wild jawbreaker. Mack rolling near the cage as Tristan gets up holding his jaw and charges over. Mack dropping down to use Tristan's momentum sending him into the cage wall with a flapjack. Mack running across the ring comes flying back at Tristan with a roundhouse kick to the head. Mack yanking Tristan up for the Mack Attack, but gets twisted around into a twist of fate. Tristan into the pin,

ONE

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TWO

kickout! Tristan on his feet backing to a corner and up to the top rope holding himself up against the cage. Mack getting up and Tristan dives off with a spear taking The Showsteala down for the pin,

ONE

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TWO

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kickout! Tristan getting up and runs to the ropes leaping on and off the middle rung for a lionsault. Mack with his knees up driving them into Tristan's ribs and The Showsteala rolling over to his knees. Mack pushing himself up to the ropes and off into a low dropkick to Tristan's head. Mack leaping up with a knee drop to the back of Tristan's head moves into the Show Strangla cinching it in. Tristan screaming loud as the crowd is into this fast paced cage match roaring with approval. Mack holding on tight like a pitbull, but Tristan using his strength to try and rip up The Showsteala. He nearly gets him, but drops down staying locked up. Tristan trying to roll Mack up for the pin, but The Showsteala swinging him down on his side and locked in tight. Tristan wearing out but fights back up to his knees and manages to power Mack up swinging him into the cage wall to break the hold. Tristan on his stomach as Mack pulls himself up in a corner while Nick Miller says.

Tristan may have suffered enough damage after being in the Show Strangla as long as he was, but a valiant effort on his part to never say die!

Its his suicide! Or is that Weigel's move?

What are you talking about Bill?

The match before us aweing these diehard fans in here, the match that could go either way, but Mack moving in for the kill.

And here comes Da Shows Ova to Tristan who ducks it looking for a ddt. Mack into a swinging neckbreaker and kips up to his feet. Mack heading up the cage wall looking to pull himself up to the top when Tristan gets up. Tristan climbing up to grab Mack's foot and club at his leg. Mack slipping back down standing on the top rope with Tristan and nails a chop to his chest. Tristan with a punch to the jaw and Mack delivers another chop, then leaps off the ropes yanking Tristan off balance to crotch himself on the top. Mack with Da Shows Ova slamming Tristan's head into the cage wall, then steps towards the door motioning it open. Taylor Andrews comes out of the crowd as Mack goes to climb out and she rushes over slamming the cage door on The Showsteala's head to massive boos. Mack flying back in the ring with a cut forming a small blood trickle down the side of his head. Taylor getting scorned by the ref and she moves around the ring climbing up the side of the cage to the top. Taylor standing straight up with arms spread wide, then leaps off into the ring with a 450 splash to Mack. Taylor rolling off him holding her ribs, then she kneels over Mack yelling.

THAT'S FOR ME!

Then Taylor gets up eyeing Tristan who is staggering up.

This is for The Queen.

Taylor rushing in to him with a sto into the T & A locking Tristan in tight. The Darland refusing to give up and tries standing up, but Taylor squeezing hard trying to choke Tristan out. Tristan managing to muscle up to his feet and drive Taylor into a corner breaking the hold. Tristan backs up a bit wobbly and Taylor rushes out with a dropkick to his chest sending the Darland to his back. Mack getting up on the ropes and Taylor rushing over for a dropkick to his chest, but The Showsteala falls to the side. Taylor crashing into the cage wall and Mack moving over to Tristan dropping an elbow to his chest. Mack pulling Tristan up into the Mack Attack meets Taylor with a kick to the ribs. Mack into a facelock with knees to Taylor's head, then looks for the Mack Attack on her. Taylor keeping her arms from being hooked, but Mack squeezing her head with his thighs and jumping up to stomp down, then lifts her for a piledriver. Mack laying Taylor with the top of her head to the top of Tristan's, then The Showsteala scales up the cage wall. Mack getting to the top and stands up all crazy eyed getting the crowd going even more. The Showsteala into a shooting star press lands a double leg drop to both Tristan and Taylor, then rolls over to the door. It opens and Mack pulls himself out to the floor.

Winner: The Mack