C.Spect./Fox/Evil/Keith.vs.Ahmed/Victory/HHH/Anger

[Sean Cage]

All roleplays for this match are to be posted here

8 Man Tag Team Match
400 Words Minimum
Deadline is 12 AM Eastern Friday(8/8/08)

[Pure Evil]

*The Scene opens with a shot of Pure Evil standing in the middle of an open field, the only thing that can be heard is every breath he takes. He begins to snarl, and shout to the heavens above*

Pure Evil: "Once again, the mortals of the ROF have decided to show their faces in the FOW!!! Seems that some fools never learn. Triple H, you went back to where you came from and got yourself some reinforcements. Smart man. You've brought with you......the big red machine, St. Anger. You've brought with you.....the ROF heavyweight Champion, Nick Victory. And then, for whatever reason......you have the Mighty Ahmed in your corner as well. This all falls right into the plans of the Evil one."

*Pure Evil holds his hand up, and seconds later, a crow lands on it. Evil stares into the eyes of the crow, and then sends him off*

Pure Evil: "This has the makings of an all out war! Because, no man is safe in this match! and I MEAN.....No MAN!!! Pure Evil will deliver each and every one of your souls to the depths of hell, and I don't give much of a damn if it's Nick Victory or Mr. Fox. Yea, that's right. Me and mr. Fox might be partners, but we sure as hell aren't friends! But let's make one thing clear, ROF Boys, Once again your coming on my turf.......now tell me something.......how long do you really think that the Evil one will allow this to continue? You ROF boys are flirting with disaster, and it's just a matter of time before I send each and everyone of you back to the ROF in a body bag. And I have no problem what so ever, sending the Mighty Ahmed back with you!"

*Pure Evil walks through the open field. The sound of twigs snapping can be heard. Pure Evil raises both of his arms, and suddenly.......Lightning begins to light up the night sky and a down pour of rain begins to fall*

Pure Evil: "Rest assure ROF, Hell hath no fury! Deliver your souls to your all mighty god, because at Face-off, Your ass's belong to me. You are stepping into the ring with a man that none of you will ever be able to comprehend. And by his side is......Keith Danielson! Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but one of the best damn wrestlers in the business! As for Captain Spectacular.......I know nothing of this mortal. All I have to say is, he better be able to hang with the big dog, and the big dog is ME!!! And that leaves me with Mr. Fox, I just assume you be in the ROF's corner.......because if I have my way, I will rip your heart right out of your fuckin' chest and let you watch it bleed as you fall flat on your face to your own demise!"

*As The Rain Continues to fall and the lightning strikes everywhere, Pure Evil just looks up, as if he is connecting with nature's fury*

Pure Evil: "Nick Victory, Champion or not, I will make you look like you belong in the special olympics by the time I get done with you. Triple H, This time there will be severe conseqences for your return to the FOW. You may arrive in a limo, but you will leave in a hurst! St. Anger, I don't much give a dam how big you are, Because the power of Evil is a million times bigger than you will ever be, and I will deliver you unto the powers that be........where you belong.......in the depths of hell!!! And Mighty Ahmed, As sure as the blood that runs through my very veigns......I will stop at nothing to destroy everything you are, which is not much. There will be blood, oh yes, there will be massive ammount of blood"

Scene fades to black

[ROF]

***Scene opens at FOW headquarters. Lenny Jennings is preparing to do a phone interview with Pure Evil when he notices that the Ring of Fire world heavyweight champion, the Professor of Excellence, Nick Victory has entered the lobby...

JENNINGS: I'll be danged. Nick Victory... Nick!

VICTORY: Not right now, Benny.

JENNINGS: Umm. It's Lenny

VICTORY: Sure, you bet.

Victory wanders the halls with Jennings following closely behind...

JENNINGS: If you tell me who or what you're looking for, maybe I can help you?

VICTORY: Alright. I'm looking for Mighty Ahmed. I was told he would be here.

JENNINGS: Sure. Follow me.

Lenny leads Victory to a room where World champion, Mighty Ahmed, is answering questions on a live online "Ask the Superstars" chat for FOW.com...

VICTORY: Ahmed. You got a minute?

AHMED: What the hell you doin' here?

VICTORY: Relax. I'm not here about what happened Monday. I'm here to talk about this sunday. You got time to talk?

Mighty Ahmed and Victory step out into the hall...

AHMED: You want to talk? So talk

VICTORY: As I'm sure you know. We got this big eight man tag match at Face Off. It's being pushed as this big ROF versus FOW war. With you thrown into the mix just to make things more... interesting. And I got to tell you, Ahmed. We really need you on the same page as us on this one

AHMED: Why should I help out you ROF punks?!

VICTORY: Because. Even though this is suppose to be an FOW/ROF turf war. I believe you and I see this a little differently

AHMED: How do you mean?

VICTORY: I mean... We're both world champions. And maybe you're not as accustomed to being a marked man as I am. But by now, you have to realize that you no longer have any friends out there. Take for example. The four guys on the other side this sunday. They are all going to be facing each other at Resurrection for the FOW world title. Well only one of them can win it. That means there is going to be three very pissed off individules after that match. And they all want to be world champion. So when they see you walking around with the WORLD title. Do you think they're going to remember that you had FOW's back during our eight man match? Or do you think they're going to trying to find a way to take you out and take that title?
You need to go out there and do what's best for Ahmed. And personally, I feel the best thing for Ahmed is for you to go out there and fight your ass off for the team you're on. I mean it's obvious that the big wheels here at FOW have no problem throwing you to the wolves. So if you take care of business the way I know you can, sunday night? I promise you, as one world champion to another, I will watch your back. Think about it, big man.

Victory pats Ahmed on the back and walks away. Leaving the WORLD champ with much to think about

(end)

[ROF]

(Posted by Batista From ROF)

*A limo pulls up outside the FOW headquarters, and then we see the ROF's Batista get out. He meets Nick Victory, Triple H, and St. Anger as they are walking out of the building*

Batista: "Hey fellas. I don't give a damn if I'm not suppose to be here, but just let me tell all of you one thing! I've got your back! I bought a front row ticket, and I wont hesitate to jump the railing if any of them FOW jerks get out of hand. I know that all of you are capable of holding your own, but sometimes it's a good thing to have eyes in the back of your head........that being me!"

*Batista shakes hands with the ROF guys, but notices that The Mighty Ahmed is know where to be found*

Batista: "Something's not right. I smell nothing but a huge set up. Don't trust Ahmed any further than you can throw him. I wouldn't put it past Jayson Ryder that this is all part of his master plan to put a hurtin' on you guys, but I've got news for him......I'm not the only ROF superstar that's gonna be sitting at ringside."

*Batista turns around and looks at the limo, just then.....Alfonso Sharp and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin get out of the limo. All the ROF guys stand there, realizing there odds just got a little better."

[The Mighty Ahmed]

*** Continued from Nick Victory's. ***

~~ Ahmed stops and ponders for a moment, then he jogs down the hall catching up to Nick Victory. Ahmed grabs Nick by the shoulder and spins him around. He then looks intensely in his eye's. ~~

The Mighty Ahmed: Now you listen here punk. You do NOT come into the FOW, MY home, and tell me what I am going to do. If I want to we will go out there and I will kick your ass instead. But that's not the way Ahmed rolls. Yes, we do have unfinished business from the fan appreciation match, but that will be takin care of at a different time, different place! I love the FOW and everything it stands for, and one of the things I love most about the FOW is it's competition and driven superstars. So, in the interest of competition, I will NOT favor the FOW brand, I will compete with the ROF superstars as if I was a part of their brand.

~~ Nick Victory gets a smile across his face. ~~

THe Mighty Ahmed: But do not get this mistaken as a sign that I am supporting the ROF, because truth be told I one of the only one here in FOW trying to keep up with it and take it down. And Victory, that is my ultimate goal, to take the ROF out for sticking it's nose in the business of the true top wrestling business today, Full On Wrestling. Now, I may hold this title, but it is only as a reminder that THE top star in ROF is not even on the technical roster! I am, and always will be a part of the FOW family.

~~ The smirk fades from the face of Victory. ~~

The Mighty Ahmed: Truth be told Victory, I hate each and every person in this upcoming match. I hate St. Anger, I despise HHH, and I absolutely hate you. And then we go to the FOW team... they have one man who I have no choice but respect, that being Pure Evil, but we are not and most likely will not ever be friends. Then they have two men who frankly disgust me, Mr. Fox and Keith Danielson. I mean, those two men are the "flagship" wrestlers here in the FOW, yet when the going gets tough and people like the ROF and ACW step into our house, they do nothing about it and go about their lives concentrating on only keeping themselves in the spot light, holding that FOW gold. Well I got news for those two. Once I get done destroying the ROF, I am coming for that FOW World Title, and no one is going to stop me from getting it!

~~ Nick Victory goes to speak, but Ahmed lifts his hand stopping him. ~~

The Mighty Ahmed: And when I do go for that title, since I will still have this World title, I will be the first man in FOW history to hold two world titles at one time.

~~ Ahmed turns to walk away, then stops. ~~

The Mighty Ahmed: I almost forgot, we have the grand daddy of them all in this match, the FOW "Rising Star" Captain Spectacular. The only thing spectacular about him is how he still holds down a job in the FOW or anywhere for that matter. Captain Spectacular, you listen and listen good boy. I know for a fact that there are about 15-20 angry superstars in the back of the FOW due to you getting a title shot. Hell, besides 1-2 people you are probably the most undeserving person in the locker room to get a title shot. But I'll tell ya what boy, if you wanna play with the big dogs, get ready to get bit!

~~ Ahmed pauses for a moment, then tosses his title up onto his shoulder, looking at Victory. ~~

The Mighty Ahmed: Nice talkin with ya, Nick.

~~ He smacks Nick in the back, a bit harder then Nick's pat to the back of Ahmed. ~~

The Mighty Ahmed(smiling): I'm looking forward to our match.

~~ Nick rubs his shoulder then smiles. ~~

Nick Victory: Me too big man.

~~ He then smacks Ahmed across the face and walks away. The scene ends with Ahmed rubbing his jaw with a pissed off look, that slowly fades to a smile. ~~

[Captain Spectacular]

*The Scene opens with Jason Ryder lying peacefully in his hospital bed. A nurse bustles to and fro making things comfortable for Jason, and then leaves the room. Jason shuts his eyes and smiles contently to himself. Suddenly, a window swings open loudly. Jason sits up right, an expression of shock on his face. From the outside, a figure leaps into the room from the now opened window. It is, of course, Captain Spectacular. Ryder frowns, but then forces a smile. Captain Spectacular proudly places a vase of flowers on the headboard of the hospital bed and lets loose some get well balloons about the room.*

Jason Ryder: “WHAT are you doing here!?”

Capt. Spectacular: “Citizen Ryder! I come here to bid you get well!”

Jason Ryder: “Oh, well, thank you, Mr. Spectacular. I do understand that you’re a very busy man, and trust that you will be going soo- -“

Capt .Spectacular: “Nonsense! I’ll keep you company!”

*Captain Spectacular begins to pull a chair up to Ryder’s bedside.*

Jason Ryder: “No, really that’s oka- -“

Capt. Spectacular: “Say no more! Ryder, I am here for you in your time of need!”

*They sit in awkward silence for a few moments.*

Capt. Spectacular: “Soooo…. What happened to you, anyways?”

Jason Ryder: “Triple H took the ROF road by taking a cheap shot at me when I wasn’t expecting it.”

*Ryder takes on a somewhat superior air…*

Capt. Spectacular: “Isn’t The Mighty Ahmed your body guard?”

Jason Ryder: “Yes… yes he is.”

*Jason Ryder frowns, and Captain Spectacular eyes him up and down lying in his hospital bed.*

Capt. Spectacular: “Doesn’t look like he’s very good at it. Why, I say, if Captain Spectacular was there, Triple H would not have gotten away with such a dastardly, underhanded attack! If Captain Spec - -“

*The door can be heard opening, and Captain Spectacular makes a dive under Ryder’s bed to hide. Jason Ryder sits up again, his jaw dropped in surprise at Captain Spectacular’s sudden leap. The Nurse enters with a tray, Ryder’s breakfast and a hot cup of coffee on it.*

Nurse: “Everything satisfactory, Mr. Ryder?”

Jason Ryder: “Why – Uh… Yes. Everything is… is okay.”

*The Nurse smiles wide, turns, and walks off happily. At the sound of the door being shut, Captain Spectacular slowly crawls out from under Ryder’s bed. Staying in cover, he peeks above the bed just enough to get his eyes over the mattress. Raising an eyebrow, he seats himself again at Ryder’s bedside.*

Jason Ryder: “What the HELL was that?”

*Captain Spectacular’s face takes on a perplexed look.*

Capt. Spectacular: “Why, I must not let my presence be known!”

Jason Ryder: “Why, that’s… You don’t need to…

*Ryder sighs, beginning to look visibly frustrated.*

Jason Ryder: “So anyways, Mr. Spectacular… you were saying…”

Capt. Spectacular: “Ah, yes. This unjust act will not go unpunished, Mr. Ryder, worry not! I have the perfect opportunity to claim vengeance in your name, come this Sunday! Triple H will find it harder to deal with a heroic being such as myself, than it was to cheap shot an older fellow like you, Citizen Ryder! Cowardice will not pay off for him in the ring with likes of Captain Spectacular, Pure Evil, Keith Danielson, and even Citizen Fox!”

Jason Ryder: “He’s not all alone, you know?”

Capt. Spectacular: “Yes, Citizen, I do know! He’s also with St. Anger, is he not? I never could quite understand what it was that made him so ang- -“

*While Captain Spectacular was speaking, he was also getting Ryder’s coffee for him. Captain Spectacular, however, ended up spilling the hot beverage onto the lap of Jason Ryder, who begins letting his tongue fire off a horrible volley of foul language and curses.*

Capt. Spectacular: “A thousand apologies, Citizen, here, let me dry you off!”

*Captain Spectacular grabs napkins from the tray and begins frantically trying to dry off the red-faced and obviously enraged Jason Ryder.*

Capt. Spectacular: “The Mighty Ahmed, will, perhaps, prove a challenge, but with such cowards guarding his back not even he can stand up to our swift retribution, Citizen! Besides, it seems to Captain Spectacular he’s off his game lately; otherwise you would not be in such a condition!”

Jason Ryder: “What about the fourth man on the team?”

Capt. Spectacular: “The… fourth. Yes… that’s uh… my apologies, the name is escaping me. Oh, yes! dick Victory! I’m sure he - -“

Jason Ryder: “Nick Victory, Mr. Spectacular…”

Capt. Spectacular: “Who?”

Jason Ryder: “His name is Nick Victory; he’s the World Champion at the ROF!”

*Captain Spectacular frowns and raises an eyebrow.*

Capt. Spectacular: “The what?”

*Captain Spectacular swings his arms down and shrugs as he speaks… one arm hitting the bed… knocking the vase of flowers down onto the head of Jason Ryder. Captain Spectacular jumps to his feet, and reaches for more napkins from Ryder’s tray. However, the cussing and flailing Ryder hits Captain Spectacular’s arm, knocking the tray of breakfast onto Ryder's lap. Captain Spectacular is startled by the following outburst from Jason Ryder, and quickly turns; his cape slapping Ryder in the face. Captain Spectacular spots some towels, and lifts his chair to move it out of the way. The Nurse also enters the room unknown to Captain Spectacular; the sound of her entering was covered by the verbal assault of Jason Ryder. When the Nurse sees Captain Spectacular, she screams and throws the desert she had brought in the air, landing on Ryder and adding to the horrible mess. Captain Spectacular then turns and sees the nurse; he also screams (In a pitch not much unlike hers) and throws the chair out of fright and surprise. The chair, of course, lands on Ryder, who continues to unleash a firestorm of language. Captain Spectacular, terrified that the nurse has discovered him, turns quickly once more and dives out the window, his cape again striking the face of Jason Ryder. The camera zooms in onto the unnaturally red face of Jason Ryder, who’s so mad he can’t even form complete words at this point, and fades to black.*