Stormfront Vs Rhysus

[Jay]

Deadlines:

Pacific: Sunday - 10 P.M.
Mountain: Sunday - 11 P.M.
Central: Sunday/Monday - Midnight
Eastern: Monday 1 A.M.
U.K.: Monday 6 A.M.

RolePlay Limit: 6 RPs

RPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day

[stormfront]

The camera pans to the Sinister Alliance dressing room where you find all the members with Nightmare obviously in his usual spot in the dark corner. The members are all sitting in their usual lounge chairs getting drunk and high except for Stormfront who is standing up reading a newspaper.

Stormfront: Check this out guys

Justin Vincible: What's up

Stormfront: HHH is doing a wrestler vs. boxer bout for charity.

Condor: Who in the hell does he think he is, Rocky Balboa?

Stormfront: I don't know but I've got to check this out. You all comin with me?

Justin Vincible: Yea

Condor: Sure, let's go.

Stormfront: Nightmare, you with us?

Nightmare just grunts and backs off in the dark corner and disapears.

Stormfront: I guess that's a yes? Who know's let's go.

The Sinister Alliance all leave and jump into Justin Vincible's Humvee. Justin driving, Stormfront on shotgun and Condor in the back. The camera shows the Humvee pulling up to the downtown location where the event is takin place. Looks like most of the downtown streets had been blocked off for this event. The Humvee breaks through one of the barriers and slides up near the stage almost takin out some audience had they not moved. Stormfront get's out first along with the rest. Stormfront just so happens to walk up to a promotor who's putting it on.

Promotor: You HHH?

Stormfront: Uh, sure, what do you need.

Promotor: Well, duh, you are on in 5. Where's your wrestling gear?

Stormfront: I don't need wrestling gear to whip someones ass. Even if it's a boxer.

Promotor: Ok, I don't have time to argue. Just get in the ring.

Stormfront looks back at the rest and they shrug his shoulders and Stormfront gives the thumbs up and turns around and walks to the stage. Stormfront get's into the ring and finds his corner and just sits there lookingat the boxer in the opposite corner who's sitting on his stool getting his instructions from his manager. Then his manager comes to Stormfront's corner.

Manager: Hey, did you recieve the instructions?

Stormfront: uh, I don't guess so.

Manager: Figures. Ok, this is going to go about 10 rounds. He's going to just do some light tapping type boxing until like maybe around the 5th rounds on and then he'll step it up. He's been working with some wrestlers so if you need to do any wrestling moves on him just tie up with him and whisper the instructions. Do it in is left ear because he's deaf in his right ear. Anyways, he's been trained to take about any move. He'll whisper "no" if the move is too complicated for him but none of it should be a problem. Ok, in the 10th round. Both of you are going to act exhausted he'll knock you around silly and you'll do a move that'll knock him out and you'll fall down too. Both will be counted out and it'll be a double count out and ruled a draw. That way, the boxing fans and the wrestling fans win out on this one. You got that?

Stormfront: Uh, sure. Gotcha.

Manager: Ok good, have a great show and don't forget you two are takin a promo shot together after the match. This will sort of draw together the wrestling and boxing fans.

Stormfront: ok

The manager walks off and goes to the boxers corner and lets the boxer know everything that was said. Then all of the sudden the Announcer comes on the PA.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen. We have quite a treat for you. THis is a Boxer vs. Wrestler charity match for cancer. In this corner{This is where the announcer says where he's from and who is and so forth, I don't know much about boxing so here goes}Joe Boxer. And in the other corner, HHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd starts booing and half the people know it's not HHH. A few people try to say something and Stormfront just sort of
waves his arms around as if telling them to shut up. The bell rings and Stormfront and boxer start circling around each
other looking for an angle. The Boxer starts throwing very light jabs at Stormfront's upper area such as face, chest and so
on. Stormfront then ties up with Joe Boxer

Stormfront in Boxers ear: lariat to the corner and Storm bomb.

Boxer in Storms ear: I don't know that move.

About this time, the crowd is booing because of the long waiting tie-up.

Stormfront in Boxers ear: well, that's what I want to do first.

Boxer in Storms ear: No, not doing it.

Crowd is booing even more.

Stormfront in Boxers ear: You don't do it then I'll slaughter your ass in front of everyone.

Boxer: Think you can do it, jump frog.

Stormfront: I got to take a piss man.

Boxer in Storms ear: Fuck you HHH

Stormfront in Boxers ear: I have a suprise for you then.

Boxer in Storms ear: oh yea, what's that chump.

Stormfront in Boxers ear: I'm not HHH

About this time Stormfront breaks hold and does a running clothesline and practically knocks his head off. Boxer falls hard
to the mat and isn't getting up.

Promotor: THis isn't part of the script, what the hell is going on here?

Condor: Uh, I think Stormfront, I mean HHH has decided to change it up a bit, just sit tight it'll be ok.

Stormfront picks up the Boxer and lariats him in the corner. Stormfront then goes to the corner and set's the Boxer up for the Storm bomb. Storm climbs the ropes and grabs a hold of the boxer and set's him up and then after taunting the audience a little.

Stormfront: Say goodnight to your precious boxer you faggots.

Stormfront after saying that delivers the Storm bomb knocking Joe Boxer out cold. Stormfront get's out of the ring and goes up to Justin Vincible and whispers in his ear. Justin just laughs and nods his head and leaves. Stormfront goes back into the ring and grabs the boxer and throws him out. Stormfront then goes outside and grabs the boxer and runs him into the ring steps. Storm picks the boxer up and lands him face first onto the steps. Storm then picks up the boxer and runs him into the guardrail. Storm then picks up the boxer and rolls him into the ring. Storm turns and JV is coming down the aisle with some gold posthole diggers. Storm grabs the post-hole diggers and get's into the ring. About this time the crowd starts to go nuts and the promotor is actually trying to make it to the ring to stop the fight.
Justin Vincible and Condor get on ajacent sides of the ring both holding up grenades and threatening to pull the pin. THis seems to stop everyone from coming. The Promotor tries to come from another side and out of nowhere Nightmare appears from under the ring and snatches the Promotor and pulls him under. After a little bit the Promotor is spit back out from under the ring and is in a bloody mess and unconscious. Storm sees this and sort of shrugs and has the post hole diggers in his hands and he walks up to the boxer and takes the post hold diggers up high and comes crashing down on his chest almost stabbing into him. Stormfront then opens up the the diggers and puts them on
his head like vice grips and closes them. Stormfront is trying to squeeze as hard as he can bringing more pain to the boxer.

Stormfront: See what you get when you don't do what the Storm tells you. That's right, Stormfront, not HHH.

Stormfront continues squeezing Boxers head with the post hole diggers. Stormfront takes the diggers and starts beating the shit of the boxer with them. Stormfront then throws the diggers down and picks the boxer up and places him into the corner. About that time, Justin Vincible and Condor make it in the ring sort of still lookin for anyone to try to advance. The green smoke comes out from under the ring and when it clears. Nightmare
is standing there and enters the ring. Storm get's on the mic.

Stormfront: As you all can tell by now, I'm not HHH. But, you can guarendamnteeit that I'm a lot worse than that walking steroid. But, this it not about HHH. This is about my shot with Rhysus. Yea, that's right Rhysus. Nobody gives a shit about this piece of grap boxer. Now, I was suppose to take a promo shot after the fight. First, get me a ref and one quick or we'll use the grenades and blow the shit out of everyone here.

A ref comes to the ring.

Stormfront: Now, I'm going to pin this chump and you better make the 3-count.

Stormfront makes the cover and the ref does the 3-count. The bell rings and Stormfront stands up and the ref raises Stormfront's hand who just jerks it down. Stormfront then picks the mic back up.

Stormfront: What you just seen here is what I'll do to Rhysus tonight. I'm bringing back my dumpster of weapons. This time, I'll certainly use that kitchen sink. SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can't you all see I'm trying to talk. NOw, get me a camera man so that we can get this promo pic taken.

A camera man appears and the Sinister Alliance all huddle together to pose. Nightmare grabs the Boxer and Condor gets out and gets a rope and they tie it around the boxers neck and Nightmare holds him up high be the rope. The Sinister Alliace all pose together for the pic. The Boxer, just dangling there lifelessly. The Sinister Alliance all pose and smile. The Sinister Alliance get tired and take off out of the ring and gather back in JV's Hummer and leave.

[stormfront]

this takes place at the press conference.

EWE's Aftermath has a press conference and first on the bill was Stormfront and Rhysus to talk about their match. Vince McMahon is at theh podium talking up the match. Stormfront and Rhysus make their entrances and sit at opposite sides of the long table with Vince in the middle.

Vince: As you can see our opening match features the IWF's owner and new EWE Superstar Stormfront going up against a crafty veteran himself Rhysus. As many of you all know, this was the first match for both of them in the EWE and now they are facing each other again. It seems though, Rhysus does seem to come up short though against Sinister Alliance members. Mr. Rhysus, I'm sorry I don't know much about your career history so I"ll turn it over to you to fill us all in on your accomplishments.

Rhysus bends forward to talk in the mic and talks about his accomplishments.

Vince: Well, that's certainly a start. Now, allow me to talk about Stormfront.

Vince turns and looks at Stormfront in disguss.

Vince: Now, I've got you right where I want you.

Stormfront just shakes his head and leans back kickin his legs up on the table.

Vince: You know, for years I've been waiting to get my hands on talent like yours. I can't stand you one bit. I remember going to the NWA meetings and seeing you there since you ran the IWF. It's real funny how you became an owner of a company at a rip young age and built it to be one of the best out there. You did it. And I hated you for it!!!!!!!! You see, everything you did might be in aw, but I nonetheless were in aw. Now where's your precious company and what are you doing here? Could it be that you are broke? Has the IWF gone under? Speak damnit!!!!!!

Stormfront leans forward into the mic: Hi Vince, nice to see you too. Get your hands on me? You couldn't get your hands on me if I was Candice Michelle all tied up and gagged on your bed. Yea, I remember the meetings. I remember how nice you always were to me. But, I knew different. That's right, at a ripe young age and I built the company from the ground up unlike someone I know who had it all given to him.

Vince starts to look steamed.

Stormfront: You want to know what I'm doing here? Unfinished business. With who? With the world, that's who. I plan on raping, piledging and plundering this God forsaken fed. THis toilet bowl that couldn't stand up to the IWF in it's glory days. Yes, the glory days of the IWF are gone much like the NWA, but, the IWF is still going. The talent in this ses pool couldn't stake up to the IWF. This fuckin place needs an anema and that is why I'm here. If you get in my way then part two of my anema will begin up in your ass. In the IWF, we've put up with people comeing and invading the place and then turning around and taking off. So, it's time the IWF's best come over here and do the same. So far, I must admit, I'm not impressed with a couple, but let's face it, there's a few that have impressed me and I'm glad to see where this all goes.

reporter #1: Speaking of IWF stars, can you speak a little of each star that's here.

Stormfront: Jesus Christ can you guys not go buy a fuckin video or something. I'm selling them out of the trunk of a car that's parked off EWE property. Well, ok. Justin Vincible has been multichampion in the IWF. He's as crazy as they come and sinister, probably worse than me as some say. Condor, is relatively new. He's not done much in the IWF but his time will come. Nightmare, is new too and has already held the IWF title. He's a great force to rekon with as you have already seen. Other than that not much else is known.

reporter #2: Aren't you forgetting about the Linz and Mr. Bigg.

Stormfront: the Storm wouldn't forget about the Linz. Let's not forget the multichampion and current champion of the fed. He's also held every title and is a matriarch of the business. Mr. Bigg was commishioner at one time and was let go when the fed shut down. When it opened back up, he was not asked to run again. That all doesn't matter. THis is about me and that creampuff over there.

reporter #3: We've noticed that you and Justin have talked about Helena joining you guys. You even mentioned having Justin talked to her. Was she an IWF wrestler too.

Stormfront: No, she wasn't. The IWF wasn't tough enough for her so she went and fought in Japan and other places in real life deathmatches. She's a female version of Cactus Jack. How does Justin know her you ask?? Well, there's a wrestler in the IWF goes by the name of Kayla. Kayla has actually held the world title. She's the first woman to win it. What's the connection? The two are sisters. Or are they cousins? I can't remember, let's say, they are related. So, hence the reason the Sinister Alliance is interested. Let's face it, she fits well with our concept. FUCK, FIGHT, KILL, and PARTY.

reporter #4: is that the display you want a lot young fans to see?

Stormfront: I don't give a shit about the fans, young and old. I don't give a shit about shit. Let's talk about the hatred this company has for the Sinister Alliance. I destroyed that punk Predator and yet he has a title shot against Law? That fucked up or what? And how did Predator win. Again, a Sinister Alliance member was screwed. Recon, he didn't fare too well against Law when the opportunity arose again but the title shot should have been his or mine. Predator knows he can't beat me and that little maggot ass little girl over there.

points at Rhysus

Stormfront: knows good and well that he can't beat me. Hell, look at the match we were in. He mounted no offense and he wants a hardcore championship match against me? Damn son, I've not been here a month and I've already held the X-Core Championship twice. You've barely thrown a punch while being in here. The battle royal, your ass went over first. Our match, I annihilated you. Then Justin Vincible kills your ass, and so does Nightmare. What do you think is going to happen when you step in the ring with me and all those weapons layin around. I still have the kitchen sink that I stole last week. I also still have the grenades. I have one right now. You know what, Fuck it. I'm tired of talking.

About that time Stormfront jumps up on the table and runs toward Rhysus and sort of spears him backwards out of his chair. Stormfront then starts hitting him in the face with rights and lefts. About this time everyone is going nuts and cameras are flashing. Stormfront then gets up and starts stomping on him. Stormfront then picks up Rhysus and throws him on the table and gets on himself. Stormfront then executes the Storm bomb off the table onto the floor. Stormfront then get's off.

Stormfront: Look at him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look at him!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what happen last time. 1, 2, and he was out and then the pin. This chump doesn't stand a chance. He'll never be the caliber of the Storm. MAY 15th, mark my words. the Storm is coming. You will all feel the thunder before the night is over with.

Stormfront then makes his entrance spitting on reporters and kicking over chairs that are in his way.