Drake Elliot [vs.] Kyuubi [vs.] Jason Ginyu [vs.] Anthony Dawkins

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Posts : 9 Join date : 2013-05-22

The video displayed is grainy and amateur. The audio quality is piss poor as even the most timid of heckler is heard over just about anything that can be said by the ring announcer, but the general jist of it all is caught as an introduction of one "Captain" Jason Ginyu to the ring during a house show recently at an IWF event. The fan submitted video shows The Captain wasting no time getting down to the ring, demanding the microphone from the figure who just introduced him, and then promptly shooing the announcer away.

The arrogant Ginyu flips his dark hair out of his face and cracks a wide, obnoxious smile as he overlooks all of the attendees who are already booing his disrespectful antics. Nothing like a tried and true bad guy would get, but still enough to show that they are mildly annoyed.

Suddenly, the camera used for filming starts to refocus on the ring, and this time rather than having a hard time hearing the man behind the microphone the volume is blaring to the point where people watching at home from their computers would have to turn down the volume due to the unexpected change.

Jason brings the microphone up to his lips and lets out a little laugh, as he brings it back down again and starts taunting the audience, raising his hands up and down baiting them to continue booing and interrupting his face time.

Finally, after encircling the ring, Ginyu begins to speak in a voice that could only be described as twice as old as the lungs it's coming from, as if this guy's been smoking three packs a day for every day of his life outside the womb. Which only serves to further irritate the audience forced to listen to this rant.

Jason Ginyu {*~The Captain~*}

Captain's Log, Star Date right here, right now! Welcome everyone, haha! Aww shit son. Look at all of you. I mean seriously folks, I know this is a family friendly, casual atmosphere. But look at all you posers! Haha! Faces of Vader T-Shirts? Affliction Hoodies? Hey you! I can see the grease stains from here, go home, wash yourself, you're disgusting! And you! I'm surprised your mother even let you out of her basement looking like that ya fat fuck! Eat another hotdog fatty, they're just $6.75 a pop! But that's OK, am I right, because welfare's paid for your whole night out! Haha!

Now at this point the audience is really riled up. The audio becomes distorted towards the end of the Captain's blatant attempts at cheap heat, as he looks all too pleased with himself strutting around the ring while the audience chants "You suck! You suck! You suck!". He responds in kind with his continually raspy voice that grates on the nerves like no other.

Jason Ginyu {*~The Captain~*}

I suck? I suck? No no you got it all wrong, I wasn't hanging around the corner of 7-11 flipping tricks to afford the tickets to this show like you guys! Hah! But hey, you know who really sucks? Tune in this week on Battle Grounds because you'll see three human vacuum cleaners step into the ring with me, Jason Ginyu! Now let's make this short and sweet. Because I am a kind man, and I wouldn't want you guys going into my all star debut thinking that my competition was anything less than a couple of choads!

Comically, the audience at this point continues to retaliate against the arrogance of Jason Ginyu with a series of "You Sound Awful! (clap clap clapclapclap)". The Captain is not amused, as the overconfident smirk on his face sours to a grimace as he starts baiting some of the hecklers to come into the ring, despite knowing full well security wouldn't allow such a thing.

Jason Ginyu {*~The Captain~*}

You guys clearly don't know talent when you see it! I was on broadway ya know! They say I have the voice like an angel! But regardless, let's get back to the point shall we?

First of all, I'm disappointed. Any a single one of these ham and eggers consider themselves a good guy! They all have to be edgey and "in between" the lines of good and evil. Well that's just fine folks because the less of a chance that one of these guys will suck up to you, the better for me because it'll allow REAL wrestling to win the day, and not you fickle mooks!

Speaking of which, that's another thing, aint a single damn one of these jabronies got an ounce of wrestling skill in any of em! Let's break it down!

You've got Drake Elite, whom management seems to want to call Drake Elliot, which is fine by me because by God he's a loser either way! He's a hardcore brawler who's catch phrase is "In order to be elite, you have to be an elite". I mean, herp derp said the hippo am I right?! Anyway, this guy thinks he's captain badass because he likes to use shards of glass and calls himself the Demon Butcher, but let me tell you son, there's only one Captain on this ship, and his name is Jason Ginyu!

But fear not young Drake, for you are not alone in the pool of talentless hacks this week! Because lo and behold there's a guy even less talented than you are, and he knows it! Of course, I'm talking about Anthony "A-High" Dawkins. A guy who apparently is "really good" once he's allowed to use weapons or do high risk maneuvers. He's got no formal wrestling training, and learned his craft through jumping off roof tops! What a joke! Just wait and see what happens kid, when Jason Ginyu ground and pounds you to a pulp and makes sure you never even hit your stride!

Oh but it's not over yet folks. You see, after seeing Anthony Dawkins, I didn't think I'd be able to find a less talented individual out of my group of opponents. I mean, surely, certainly there would have to be someone respectable that they would throw in the ring with the Captain right? WRONG! Because you see, my last opponent that they are throwing in is a WOMAN! They call her Kyuubi, but I call her Are-You-Kidding-Me?! This ring is sacred folks. There aint no place in this ring for a lady, but I know just the thing. After I'm done mounting Kyuubi and pinning her to the ground where she'll last all of three seconds, she's going straight into my kitchen and making me some of that fried rice and szechuan beef! Hey-Oh!

Clearly, his most recent comments being a complete 180 from the actual way women are portrayed on IWF TV, the audience is riled up into a fever pitch from the sheer lack of respect for not only women, but Asian people in general. Ginyu is obviously not finished talking yet, but he is well over his alotted promo time as it is, as security begins funneling around the ring. Jason realizes the predicament he is in, as he drops the microphone and throws his hands up into the air, allowing the arena security to safely escort him to the back, before any fan could get their hands on him and try to rip him limb from limb.

Posts : 5 Join date : 2013-05-24

She was like a fox, a cunning and majestic animal. An animal who planned when to strike against her target. She was something that had never been experienced before. Like any animal she was dangerous when she wanted to be. Yet, unlike the fox she had was capable of diverting attention from her real prey. Soon she would strike at her intended victim but first she had to establish herself as power player in the game. Already she had made some initial moves on the board but in the end she knew that they were minor ones. They were only the open gambit in a game that would have many twists and turns. A game that would only be over when she said it was. She was the Kyuubi for a reason and would live up to the name. By the time she was done the IWF would know her name and speak it awe.

"I know that many of you are wondering about my actions the last two weeks. Why have I taken to attacking women who are in the Phoenix Championship picture. I am sure you want to know what the deal with the red lotuses is. Oh I even sure you want to know who my next victims will be. I will tell you all of these things in due time. Don't you fear at all but know this that I here for a reason and I will not be deterred."

As she was speaking the image of the black and gold kimonoed Kyuubi is shown sitting in a meditation stance in the middle of a zen garden. She was staring straight ahead as she balanced a red lotus in each hand.

"They say the path to inner peace comes from within by being in harmony with oneself. An admirable goal for cloistered monks and hermits. For the rest of us the struggle for peace is one that few reach. Yet, the secret is that peace can only come from having a purpose. I could tell you mine but it doesn't really matter at this stage of the game. Knowing my purpose now would only serve to ruin the game we are about to play. Though I guess you are entitled to a small amount of enlightenment. You see I come from heritage filled with a strong warrior culture. I am a fighter who has come to this business to make a statement. The red lotus is my emblem, my trademark if you will. It is a very visual representation of how I intend to leave my targets when I am done with them. Bloody and open for the entire world to see like a work of glorious art to be put on display."

She stops speaking for a moment sits there silently as if lost in thought. Her expression was one of pure peace and self satisfaction.

"I guess this where I tell you all where I am from and what I have done up until this point. In short I was a professional MMA fighter for 8 years before I made the transition to pro wrestling. That should tell you a lot of what you need to know about my experience as a fighter. If it doesn't well you can go back to the rock you crawled out from under and leave the intelligent people in peace. Oh, you want more do you? Okay, over the years I have earned medals and trophies in dozens of martial arts competitions. Don't worry I won't break under the strain combat, but my opponents might after I hit them with an Oni Drop."

She sets the lotuses into some nearby water and tilts her head with an amused yet sly smirk on her lips. After a few seconds of watching the blossoms float away she continues.

"By know I am sure the more astute of you out there have figure out I had an Oriental influence upbringing. Well you can all consider yourselves top notch detectives with that assumption. I grew up in China with summers in Japan. Does knowing that make you all happy? It doesn't matter, after all we are talking about there here and the now. The why of my actions in the IWF to date. Oh, how little would appreciate it if I just told you the reasons. However, I am a kind woman and as such I will tell you that I mean war. It is that simple, I here to wage a war and only when I am good and ready will I reveal against who I am fighting. Until then I will use the entire roster as a canvas to paint my warnings."

She crosses her arms in front of her chest and sits benevolently for a few seconds.

"I hope I have established the where and why of who I am. Or at least enough to move on to the all important who I am. I Kyuubi, the Demon Fox, and you will get the first taste of my in ring talents this week. Already Jason Ginyu, a man who should probably go back to whatever bar he slithered out of, has insulted my very right to be in the ring. He wants me to make him a sandwich, well hope he is ready for the meal I intend to serve him come Battlegrounds. How little he understands about me if he thinks I am just going to go away because he insulted me. Hell from the video I saw he did a pretty good job at making himself one of the most hated men on the IWF roster. Never fear though I will make him taste the regret of having said those words in the first place. The Captain will be left wondering who the hell sailed away with his ship."

A grimace crosses her lips as she looks off to the side for a moment. She had wondered who she would have to destroy to start out her IWF run and now she knew.

"Now don't think I have forgotten about the other two stooges in this match. Drake "My catchphrase is awful and makes me sound elite" Elliot and Anthony "I jump of shit" Dawkins are in for a world of hurt when they get into that ring. Neither one looks impressive on paper and I expect to be complete bored out there. Oh don't worry I am not completely writing the shmucks off but I am not going to break a sweat worrying about them either. I actually hope they prove me wrong and actually show more moves than that of dead fish. Honestly guys I think it would be sad if Mr. Loudmouth proved to be my biggest competition. So my question is which one of you will show that you have a pair of balls?"

As she finishes this bit of commentary she slowly rises to her feet and then turns slightly to look at something off in the distance.

"Not that it really matters in the end does it? I will be the one who walks out of this match with my head held high and my arm raised in victory. Some of you may not think that I belong inside a wrestling ring but let me tell you looks can be deceiving. Just look at who I have blindside the last couple of weeks. It is okay though I won't completely destroy any of you...this week."

With that she walks off having delivered her message. What it meant was open for contemplation and who knew it might even earn someone a prize. No the questions that had been left unanswered would be examined once more on Battlegrounds. It would take a skilled hound to work out what the cunning fox was ultimately up too.

Posts : 14 Join date : 2013-04-23

The Dawkins Effect -- Press Release

Ladies and Gentlemen, as you all very well know, your beloved "Prince of High Risk" has been out of action for quite a while. In fact, some of you have probably forgotten about me all together. I take this as too many companies thinking that they have seen too many guys like me. They think they have seen the guys willing to take all the risk, a lot of the times without any reward. They have witnessed the unpredictable and it has become dull. These people make the mistake of thinking that I am just like all of the other guys that put it all on the line to get a win at the end of the night. They are mistaken. If you are reading this, you are still one of the loyal, and you know that they are wrong. I would be wasting your time if that was the only reason that I was putting words on paper again. No self-respecting dirt sheet, if those really exist, would waste their time getting this message out to the world if I was just promoting myself. While I am here to promote myself, and my coming out of my early retirement, I am here to plug something bigger than just me. Some of you may have heard of the Insurgency Wrestling Federation. Some of you may even be fans of their product. This past week at Isolation, the IWF had a first time viewer. This viewer was a lot different, and a lot more important than almost all of the others. This viewer was me. IWF got my attention with Isolation, and I think it is about time that I got their attention with my services.

I know what you are all thinking. "Why would Dawkins come out of his exile for this?" For that, I have a very simple answer. The truth is, in all of my years, I have never found something that sums up my style quite like saying that I am "high impact". Surely you can figure out the connection that I made to IWF. At Isolation the thing that caught my eye was the High Impact Championship. Never in my life have I felt such a strong connection to a title, and a division. I have been out of the loop for so long that this title has been floating around without the man that it is made for, to hold it. I assure you all, had this come across my radar a year ago when I stepped away from this industry, you would not have missed this beautiful face at all. I would have demanded a contract with the insurgency, and I would have taken what was mine. I would have held the title that was tailor made for me. When people think High Impact, they think of a person that is going to risk it all, they think of a person with no limits, they think of a person who has literally done it all. As you all know, there is no risk that I won't take. There is no inanimate tall enough for me to hesitate to jump off. All of you have seen me do things that nobody else would do, and you have seen me get back up from them.

At Isolation, IWF offered a unique opportunity to anyone with the balls to come down to their ring. They ran this "High Impact Gauntlet" that anyone could enter. I would by lying if I said that the thought did not cross my mind. Had I heard about the opportunity before the show, I may have thrown my hat into the ring as well. Instead, I sat at home, watching this gauntlet, and thinking about how it could have been so much better had I been involved. I felt bad for all of you watching it, because, by me not participating, it was pretty lackluster. I heard the words "High Impact" and identified with them immediately. I watch the show to see that I am in a level above what IWF has had to offer you. This letter, is to all of you out there that remember me, and it is a gift. I am telling you that your prince has returned, and I am telling you when and where he is going to be. Battlegrounds 74. Anaheim, CA.

The symbol of this company is a phoenix, a bird that rising from the ashes and becomes bigger and better than it was before. The Dawkins Effect is about to come out of exile and remind you people why you loved to hate me. I smell ratings. I smell excitement. I smell one hell of a show.

Be watching...

:A-High:

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(OOC Note: This is part one. Parker has part two. Skyla has part three.)

"Another company, another group of people that think I have to prove something to them." Anthony walks through one of the back entrances to the arena, talking to himself in his head. "The only problem is going to be, these people weren't at Isolation. Normally your first match in a company is an advantage, because nobody knows what to expect, but that playing field is level tonight." Anthony adjusts his bag on his shoulder and looks around a corner, trying to figure out where to go. "I guess I might be the disadvantaged one. This isn't my first go, this is me coming out of retirement. These guys may have me scouted. This Drake Elite kid is new to this whole thing. Just signed a contract, just now starting to get his name out. He could spend ten minutes on youtube and figure out everything he needs to know about me. I don't even know what he guy looks like." Anthony comes to a door, with a piece of paper taped to it at eye-level. The sheet only has two words on it, the name of the person that is supposed to be occupying it. "Parker Wayde? Sounds like a tool." Anthony tears the sheet off the door and throws it carelessly to the floor before reaching down and unzipping his bag and letting his mind wonder back to his debut match. "I have to remember to watch out for Jason Ginyu though. He has been doing this for years. I know the name. Haven't wasted the time learning the face, or the style. This guy is going to be the one that I need to keep my eye on. It is a good thing that there are going to be two other flunkies in the ring. Maybe I can catch him from behind when he least expects it. The Dawkins Effect comes out of nowhere." Anthony reaches into the bag and pulls out a star shaped sticker. On the front of it, in bright green lettering, is "A-High". He peels the back off of the sticker and smacks it on the door before he reaches for the handle. "I feel like I am forgetting one. Oh yea, the chick. Kyuubi, or something like that. Shes been in it a year, a career as long as my self-imposed exile. For some reason, I doubt she will be worth keeping an eye on. This bitch is going to be my pawn." The door opens with a loud creak, and the lights flicker before they stay on. In the corner of the room is a black leather couch. On the opposite side is a row of wooden lockers. Anthony throws his bag towards the row of lockers. It lands firmly on the shelf of the locker closest to him. "Not a bad place, if I do say so myself. I could get used to this." He walks to the couch, before plopping down and throwing his feet over the arm. He braces his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. "Tonight is going to be my night and there is not a damn thing that anyone can do about it."

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Press Play -- The A-High Shoot

♣Anthony Dawkins♣

"It has been brought to my attention that people in this company don't think that I have what it takes to make it. People all over have been saying that I am past my best days, and that even in my prime I had no real training when it came to being in the ring. To those people, I have to admit that they are right. I haven't been in the ring for more than a year, and it took me every bit of that time to let my body heal from the hell I have put it through. I didn't have any training when I started out as a kid, and I didn't need it either. I have more than 200 pounds of humanity that I am willing to throw at anyone that wants to try and get in the way. You don't need to know how to mat wrestle when it is against your core strategy to have both your feet planted firmly on the ground. I step between those ropes, and unless you can slow me down, it is only a matter of time before you are can't get your shoulders off the ground before the count of three. People say my offense is high risk. They are right. The thing is, I turn that high risk, into my reward.

That being said, I have no idea how I am going to hold up at Battlegrounds. I have been out of this game for a while, and not even I know what to expect from me. Then again, I never really do. That is what makes it so hard to plan against me. You're right: I have no training. You're wrong if you think that is a handicap of some kind. The three of you know what the textbook is going to tell you to do in any situation, I don't. Drake Elite, you just got out of training, right? Guess what? All that shit is useless when you are in the ring with me. I am as unpredictable as they come, and I am not going to hesitate to do things in that ring that you wouldn't try for yourselves. In order to beat me, you have to keep your eyes on me. As soon as you turn your attention elsewhere, you are going to find me crashing down on top of you. Kyuubi, you might think that eight years of MMA is going to be enough to keep me grounded, but you are going to be shit out of luck. Your strikes aren't going to do a damn thing when I am crashing down on you. This kind of match, where there are three opponents is bound to work to my advantage. That is where I will get you Ginyu. You can't stop what you can't keep an eye on. All your experience means can't account for getting blindsided. Give me enough time, and it will happen. I do not need to sit here and rip you all apart personally. I don't know you. This isn't personal. This is just you stepping in my way on the wrong night. I am just going to have to fly right over the lot of you."

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