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Cherry Blossom Chaos: Psycho (c) vs. El Arco Iris vs. Rat Fink vs. Pulsar

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This is Falls Count Anywhere On The Mall II for the WFW North American Title.

Remember, all RP conducted for Cherry Blossom Chaos should be from various locations in the Washington, DC Area.

The RP/Angle deadline is Friday, August 6th 11:59PM EST. Send all angles to pmiller21@gmail.com

 
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Waiting

(As tourists mingle around the upper steps of the Lincoln Memorial a lone figure sits at the bottom of the steps. Elbow on knee and cheek on palm he stares froward at the shimmering water of the reflecting pool, The camera moves in closer in the masked face of Psycho comes into focus. He holds the North American title in his lap as he sits and stares out upon the pool. slowly he stands laying the title over his shoulder and turns towards the camera)

Psycho: (tapping his hand upon the title) Well here we are. You know it's been so long since I won this title I damn near forgot I had it. After all it is after all was a shiny reward for my year of torture on one poor little Gideon. I took his title away. I made the kid suffer and now I possess all the he accomplished in the course of a year. Yet it seems the WFW frowns on that.

(He takes a few steps froward and nears the water)

Psycho: At this event a year ago I walked out with the WFW title. I fought a violent fight.

(He laughs coldly)

Psycho: I did what I did best, but that wasn’t their image. They didn't want someone like me to be their image. A violent, remorseless and cold maniac. A sadist who has no limitations. I told EVERYONE I am "The American Dangerman" I'm "The Crimson Idol" I'm the man who causes havoc and spills blood wherever I go. I'm not in this match because ANY of you have proven you deserve a shot. I'm here because Wink doesn't like the way I do things. He doesn't like the way LOVE does things. Our way...our own way. well you guys stole the WFW title from me...I won't let you take away this belt.

(He shakes his head in disagreement)

Psycho: You see in the beginning it was just supposed to be you Iris. It was ONE MORE beat down. It was ONE MORE bloodening. I was one more time for me to beat you senseless, but I got bored. I got bored. There was the three of you stumbling around the ring. I'll admit...I wanted Golem. He attacked me and for that he got the fur. of his face burnt. Yet I wasn't satisfied. I stuck around...didn't I?

(He let's loose a sadistic laugh)

Psycho: See Rat I had done what I wanted too. I stopped Golem from surely winning the match. I saved you a loss,, but you couldn't be grateful. Instead you attacked me? All you had to do was leave well enough alone. I was there to help. You...you and Pulsar made the mistake of getting on my bad side and you both paid a price for it. Golem never would have won that match had the two of you left me to do what I do best. what I did to Golem, what I later did to Manson...what I'm going to do to all of you when the bell rings.

(He takes a few steps froward and smiles wide)

Psycho: It's no rules. No DQ. I can go anywhere and I can do anything. Iris...you already know what I'm capable of. Pulsar...I could care less about you. Rat Fink...well we have a history. Our previous match was unfinished. I was attacked long before it even started. I lost nearly a pint of blood that night and I still never quit. Well this time will be different. Your going to have to face me standing...and this time I'm coming prepared.

(He stares coldly into the camera)

Psycho; I can do whatever I want...ANYTHING GOES!!!!!!! I'm going to show ALL of you that I'm not just the North American Champion. That I am "The American Dangerman" I am a "Crimson Idol" I am the most unpredictable wrestler the WFW has. I don't care if they higher ups don't like it. when the bell rings

(he rubs his hands together)

Psycho: I'm going to enjoy EVERY minute of it

(he turns his back and walks away)

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(Cue up "Middle Class Gangsters" by the Matthew Good Band.)

(Fade into Rat Fink standing in a secret underground bunker somewhere in Washington DC. The WHEEL OF POSSIBLE OPPONENTS is no where to be seen, instead the room is barren.)

Rat Fink: Friends of the revolution, I come to you in troubled times. I stand here today with the NAR faced with three opponents, three opponents unlike those we have seen before.

Before we have faced candidates unworthy of us, but they were still worthy enough to be dealt the WHEEL OF POSSIBLE OPPONENTS chosen opponent. But today we face worthless men such as El Arco Iris, opponents barely deserving to be called men.

So far these so called men haven't even spoken up besides Psycho, the most worthy of the unworthy.

Psycho is a seasoned fighter and seasoned bit player on the main stage. He wishes to be more important than he was, more powerful, more dangerous, and more exciting. Living in the completely surreal world is something Psycho is accustomed to, he thrives in avoiding reality at all costs. For when he confronts reality he realizes this is the best he can do, and that no matter the opponent he stands a better than average chance of losing.

Of course the likes of El Arco Iris is even more pathetic than Psycho. He is a man with no accomplishments, and to this point barely even a career. But the pleasure of surreality gives him the impression he has a chance to become the North American champion.

I refuse to even mention the rest further, El Arco Iris' new level of foolishness and ineptitude made him stand out, but the rest stand as the usual generic fools who are put up to face NAR and prevent it from recapturing what rightfully belongs to NAR.

Since these men are not worthy of the Wheel of Possible Opponents, or even emphasis being placed on those words, there is but one solution.

I, Rat Fink must face these ants myself. The mindless robots created by the WFW elites who wish to control the NAR and must be destroyed.

I do not feel that opponents of this level should be bestowed with the honor of facing me in the ring, but at least one of them in Psycho is semi worthy of my presence and I will just justify it in that manner.

If I were to step into the ring without him present, it would be a blow to the prestige of NAR.

In one step through the ropes an entire revolution would be discredited. How could the soldiers of the real deal with the soldiers and swine of the earth like El Arco Iris.

We would be deemed unimportant enough to change surreality into reality, we could not recapture the world.. we could not do anything.

But, as it stands Psycho is involved and the NAR will not seem to have lost too much face by competing in this match, even though it is comitting its leader to the battle with such inferior forces. In the end the history books will show that we did so to recapture the glory of a continent on our road to regaining the prize of an entire world. The NAR will continue on, and our surreal opponents will continue to be destroyed by the glow of reality.

(Fade out.)
 

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Crimson Legacy

(The annoying voice of a tour guide echo's of the tall walls of the Natural History museum. Behind glass primitive man stands over a fake fire a small stone knife in his hand. To the side a fresh kill is ready for cooking. It's evolution on display. The group moves ahead and trailing behind a masked face turns towards the camera. gone is the familiar bull’s-eye pattern the target that's been placed on him by the WFW. Now his mask clad in red, white and blue covers his eyes that stare forward. Psycho watches the display for a moment then turns and smiles)

Psycho: Primitive. a proper display for here. as I stand here and see simple man in his most basic form I can't help but think of my opponents. Pulsar, Iris and an even more primitive life form...Rat.

(He slowly walks froward as the years of man are shown slowly progressing in different displays)

Psycho: I don't know, maybe I've had too much time to look around here. Maybe I've been looking at the sites too long. After all it's not like my opponents are talking. for nearly a week I've sat back and waited. I've waited a long time to defend the North American Title and NONE of you...not...

(He holds up an index finger)

Psycho: Not one of you has spoken up and given me a single reason to worry about defending my title.

(His hand curls into a fist)

Psycho: Until now. Finally after all the waiting...all the anticipation...all the preparation...I get to one man to finally step forward)

(The fist rolls forward and a crooked finger points to the camera)

Psycho: and that's you Rat. You and whatever you represent. What is it?

(He begins snapping his fingers rapidly)

Psycho: Nerds, Nads, Nair...

(His fingers stop and he turns and smiles)

Psycho: NAR...yeah that's it. NAR...you’re the leader and you think your above this. well stand and line Rat. STAND IN LINE!!!!!!!! Because the WFW already has one dominate force and it's been the Summer of Love for quite sometime now.

(The camera pans back and he extends two fingers pointing at the popular "Love Hurts" T-shirt)

Psycho: After all that's the whole reason why you’re here. It was never about you. It was supposed to be me verses Iris. Man to...

(He coughs loudly)

Psycho: well you get the idea. Yet that wasn't enough for me, I went and eliminated Pulsar. you'd think he'd be mad about that. I went and burnt Golem...I wonder if the fur has grown back. Hell I believe I even screwed you over in that match, but I don't sense the bitterness you SHOULD have. yet that wasn't enough. For later in the night. We beat Iris mute apparently and left Manson the so-called Champion in a pool of his own blood. Exactly as we said we would, but that went too far and it brings us here.

(He stops and stares coldly at the camera. Behind him the skeleton of a T-Rex towers above)

Psycho: A year ago I pinned Shawn Hart and walked out the WFW Champion. I was carried off the mall by a crowd of loving fans and Hart was left a bloody mess. My how things have changed. A year later they boo me out of the building. Somehow they hate me for doing what they so loved seeing not long ago. Yet as champion as I said before, nobody wanted "The American Dangerman"..."The Crimson Idol" the most unpredictable man in wrestling to hold the gold. I had it taken away, but not his year. This year I walk in with the belt around my waist and despite throwing three opponents I'm not really worried. Because I see the <coughs> men and I'm not impressed...least of all you Rat.

(He looks behind him at the towering T-Rex behind him and then back at the camera)

Psycho: Think I'm unworthy...I DON'T CARE!!!!!! Think your better then me...I DON'T CARE!!!!!!! Think your going to change history? GO AHEAD AND TRY!!!! See Rat..your going to be just like old T-Rex here. When all is said and done you, the NAR and ALL the rest of the WFW will die out. Lost for al of time to be debate for historians. Except it's not going to be a meteor, ice age or whatever your favorite theory of extinction might be. what will be the violent force that wipes all of you out????

(His hand reaches off camera and it comes back holding a fork still encrusted with dried blood He stares at it a moment then up at the camera and smiles)

Psycho: It's going to be me.

(He let's loose a sadistic laugh, turns his back and walks away)

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(Cue up: “Jalwa” by Dahler Mehndi/)
(FADEIN: El Arco Iris stands in front of the reflecting pool by the Lincoln memorial, just where Psycho was earlier. Hey, it’s a popular spot, why shouldn’t a lot of people go there?)

El Arco Iris: Over the past few weeks, El Arco Iris has been undergoing vast preparation for a grand task ahead, perhaps the first great step El Arco Iris has ever taken in the path of El Arco Iris’ career. Physical as well as mental preparation is required indeed, but lately El Arco Iris has been undergoing quite the amount of self-examination. El Arco Iris has needed time to reflect on the questions so many people ask El Arco Iris day after day.

”El Arco Iris, why do you devote yourself to a hopeless cause?”

“El Arco Iris, why do you hide behind your mask like a coward?”

“El Arco Iris, how do you expect to win without hate, without anger? You are incomplete!”

These seemed at first complicated questions to answer. But then El Arco Iris came here to D.C., and I saw the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. The very same steps Psycho was standing on to profess his sadistic desires…just 40 years ago, stood a man who fought for as hopeless cause. This was a man who represented a bastion of faith at a time when so many people had lost it and became apathetic. On these very steps those millions who had accepted injustice as the status quo found a reason to try and change the way things are, just from the faith of one man. El Arco Iris would probably think that it would be going a little too far to make such a grandiose comparison with a man of such impact, but El Arco Iris was only served to once again realize that as long as one person has faith that the world can be changed, then it will be so, despite the seemingly insurmountable forces that oppose you.

(El Arco iris stares thoughtfully into the pool and runs his fingers over his mask.)

Iris: Psycho, you tore El Arco Iris’ mask. You removed it. You must realize that it was not because my face was shown that was the problem, but in taking El Arco Iris’ mask and removing it, you spat upon everything that El Arco Iris stands to represent. El Arco Iris wears this mask for many other reasons behind it being stylish. El Arco Iris is not a person, no. To those who say El Arco Iris not a man, incomplete, perhaps they may be right. El Arco Iris has no face to show behind this mask, because no one person can represent the meaning of El Arco Iris. El Arco Iris is that glow you get in your heart when you know you’ve done the right thing. It’s the tingle in your cheeks when you have done something to make even the most insignificant life a better life to live. It’s the warmth that fills streets and causes men and women to rise, and fight for what they know is justice, just as what happened nearly half a century ago. Psycho intended to tear asunder that which can never be broken, and Rat Fink had abandoned long ago, and thus became truly misguided. El Arco Iris is what so many people inside the ring and out lack, need to have restored, and that, perhaps, is faith.

Rat Fink lost faith in humanity, like a great deal have before, but in his case it drives him to dominate those he views as inferior, that being everyone else. El Arco Iris must ask Rat Fink, how his scheming and devising, his belittling and Napoleonic obsession with superiority can help him bring about world domination, when no man can ever dominate his own avarice and envy, and is eventually consumed.

Psycho lost faith in his opponents, and thus became like a drowned corpse, bloated with his own pride. Ew, why did El Arco Iris invoke such morbid imagery? Ummm…like a brightly colored dirigible, inflated by his own ego. El Arco Iris has endured beating after beating, verbal and physical maltreatment, and it is once time for Psycho to realize that a true champion is a man whose spirit cannot be weakened with a steel chair, or the most painful submission holds, a man who does not cave in to despair and anger, but a man who can warm hearts and raise smiles, a man who will conquer the wrongs done him, just as that one man, who had centuries of evil practices staring him down, accomplished with his faith and his hope, and his dream.

When the cherry blossoms fall, it will signal autumn in the year of the old guard, and new buds will be ready to grow in their place. When the cherry blossoms fall, WFW will have a champion who will add quite a bit of color, and put a SMIIIIIIILE…(traces smile on his mask with his thumb)…on your faces!

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(An arch with the words "Botanic Gardens" rise high above his head as Psycho stares forward att he camera. He makes his way through the front gates towards an opening garden of blooming cacti and well groomed shrubs, He sits on one of the wooden benches provided for visitors to sit and enjoy. He inhales deeply and an almost violent reaction makes him sneeze loudly)

Psycho: You know Iris I half expected to find you here...I really did. What with all the flowers I figured you come and tip-toe through some tulips. Yet what do I find? I find you giving a speech on history, but at the sometimes reliving some too. After all you were once AGAIN walking in my footsteps. At least this time around there was no trail stained with YOUR own blood.

(He smiles and laughs coldly)

Psycho: At least not yet. However you want to lace yourself in historical perspective. You want to place yourself as some sort of conquer. Yet you over look the obvious conclusion that even Dr. King himself would tell you, if he were here. That the dream is just that and only a few of those who have gone out and made it work have really seen it. Sadly for you Iris, much like Dr. King. I’m afraid you won't live to see your vision come true. because after all, unlike Dr. King...your dream never had a chance.

(He stands and begins walking. Rows and rows of flowers pass by as he does0

Psycho: I'm glad you still have faith, hope..some sort of belief that you still matter. Yet your message is lost, because you've entered a world were EVERYBODY is out for themselves. Oh we might gather in small groups with similar agenda, but we're still after our own, we just never admit it. Well I don't have a problem doing that. When I stand before you I'm real. There's no inner secret, no hidden message, I don't have a bit of red erect to spout. What I am is a man whose realized his roll in life and now he's found he's damn good at it.

(He points a crooked finger at the camera)

Psycho: and you've been on the receiving end of it numerous times. As far a tearing your mask, RIPPING away your identity...BIG DEAL!!!!!!!! I don't care. Look you want to paint yourself some peaceful soul who comes to bring the world a message of hope. Well unlike Dr. King...you've picked the WRONG venue. Nobody cares fro your message. THIS IS WRESTLING!!!!! People PAY to see the action, the violence, THE BLOOD and that's what I GIVE THEM!!!!!!!! You should consider yourself lucky Iris. VERY LUCKY!!!! Because if this match was just between the two of us then I'd tear that mask off your face and leave you to drown in your own blood. the simple odds against me don't leave me the luxury to do so, but if you don't understand that then let me put them into words you can.

(He takes a few steps forward and now stands in front of a large bed of different colored roses)

Psycho: AH-Hem...Psycho doesn't care about you. psycho doesn't care about the fans. Psycho doesn't care about even himself. Psycho want to defend his title and reek havoc. Psycho is very good at it. Psycho owns your pathetic ass. Psycho left you in a pool of blood twice. Psycho will do it again. Psycho hates you and everything you stand for. Psycho will be your downfall. Psycho will destroy you. Psycho will enjoy every moment of it. Has Psycho made that clear?

(He pauses for a moment as a smile creases his lips)

Psycho: the same goes fro the rest of you. Pulsar...where are you? Rat...the exterminator is here. Iris...I can't wait to do it again. Time is ticking boys. this might be an election year, but to keep my seat of power all I need to do is DESTROY all of you. I don't need the people. I don't have to kiss ass. I just need to do what I do best. come here, come to the garden. Take a deep breath and smell the roses. For I guarantee that as Cherry Blossom Chaos it's the only moment of peace any of you might have.

(He let's loose a sadistic laugh, turns his back and walks away)

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FADE IN: PULSAR THROUGH A DOOR, FURIOUSLY SLAMMING IT BEHIND HIM. THE CAMERA LOOKS AT THE NAME ON THE DOOR, IT SAYS REFEREES BOSS. CAMERA COMES BACK TO PULSAR NOW STANDING IN THE CORRIDOR.

PERSONAL CAMERAMAN: How did it go?

PULSAR: Damn refs, cant even control a damn match. You know what John, I've had it with this place... I've had it with the fact that to do something with yourself around here, you have to surround yourself with other losers to stand out from the crowd, and pick up victories through the fact that any time that they might be in trouble they've always got backup just waiting in the wings. I'll admit it... LOVE is dominating the WFW at the moment, meanwhile the rest of us have been literally getting our arses kicked.. big time. Then Rat Fink has his little group, NAR... although they seem to be more like a pothole then a help, you know.. always in the road.

JOHN: Well, what can you do about it? You said it yourself, LOVE has been tearin the place up, and the individual efforts to bring them down have only gotten people hurt...and hurt bad.

PULSAR: Well, I think that the WFW management has done the job for us, putting Psycho in a four-way-dance... a four-way-dance where he is the only member of LOVE... a four-way-dance where a LOVE title is up for grabs... (PULSAR GRINS) appropriate that the North American title will slip out of LOVEs hands in the nations capital.

Psycho, you seem obsessed with the past, continously crapping on about how (EXAGERRATED PSYCHO IMPRESSION) this time last year, I walked out of this event with the World title, your obsession even took you to the museum. Let me let you in a little secret... the year is 2004.. 2003 has been and gone.. your world title reign has since ended, and you are now apart of a four man group named LOVE.. strange eh. Now let me give a little insight to the near future, you walk into Cherry Blossom Chaos, odds stacked against you, but being a part of LOVE you are still confident. The battle starts, bodies are getting batterred and bruised, blood is being spilt, Pulsar has his fans screaming for him as he is once again on the offencive, Rat Fink has been knocked out by one of his one stooges, and El Arco Iris is distracted by a member of LOVE who is desperate to keep the North American title within his faction. Psycho, you are are also satisfyingly looking on as Iris and LOVE member slug it out, you turn around, cop a kick in the gut, and before you know it you have been snapped into the Black Hole. 1... 2.... 3, Your winner, and new WFW North American Champion... Pulsar.

JOHN: (LAUGHS) That sounds pretty sweet.

PULSAR: (ALSO LAUGHING) Yeah, it does, doesnt it. And man, when it happens, you are in store for a big pay rise. Seriously though, this match is... well.. its gonna be hell. In my short time here I've tangled with Rat Fink several times, each match being a classic. Ive teamed with El Arco Iris, and Ive also seen him go in videos, so I know what he can do. And Psycho, the champ, Ive been watchin you to buddy.. and I'm ready for anything your going to throw at me... MAN am I ready.

So,to the people out there who have just their new LOVE Tshirts, bring them to Washington, were them proudly, as a joke or however you like. Whatever your stance, I'm telling you know, be prepared to witness the beginning of the end of the Liars Oppressors Violence Experiment.... yeah I know its cleche, but the classics never die.... Cue the damn excitement!
 

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(FADEIN: El Arco Iris is still at that same famous reflecting pool. He’s standing up, and looking directly into it. He seems to be talking directly to his reflection.)

El Arco Iris: “THIS IS WRESTLING!!!!!” … “THIS IS WRESTLING!!!!!” … “THIS IS WRESTLING!!!!!”…Hmmm…nope, can’t keep a straight face.

(El Arco Iris leans his head back and cradles his chin in his hand, as if thinking.)

You know, El Arco Iris derives enjoyment from many a thing, but one particular kind of humor that makes El Arco Iris giddy is irony. You know, when El Arco Iris grew up, wrestling was the sport of kings. Wrestlers were noble people of moral stature, who competed against each other for glory and recognition. Wrestling was the ultimate contest where one would prove their superiority over another by ones own physical and mental abilities.

(El Arco Iris turns towards the camera and extends an emphatic index finger.)

When El Arco Iris decided to become a wrestler, El Arco Iris was taught that in wrestling, one must always respect one’s opponent, because win or lose, you are upon the same quest, and you both believe in the same causes and principles, and you thrive for competition. El Arco Iris realized that a one-on-one struggle was human art in its most sublime form, and the best had an artist’s enlightened mind. El Arco Iris looks at Psycho professing the meaning of wrestling, and El Arco Iris’ already ample smile cannot help but widen even more.

(The camera focuses more on Iris’ face to make sure his words are understood.)

Señor Psycho, what you do is not wrestling, as much as you would like to believe it. What you do in the ring is nothing more than one continuous act of wanton destruction and bloodlust! Both you and Rat Fink have lost your sense of pride, faith in yourself, and in the principles of the sport, so you have degenerated into husks, shells of humanity that think that the reward in itself is the only glory worth seeking, no matter what means you use to secure it. People like you, Rat Fink, Doc Silver, and Shawn Hart clung to their belts like a security blanket because they were obsessed with the shimmer and glimmer of gold and leather, where the true value of their championship was non-existent, as long as they refused to be true champions themselves.

(Iris puts his hands on his hips, in a serious pose.)

El Arco Iris has been told many, many times before that El Arco Iris is in the wrong place for being what El Arco Iris is, but El Arco Iris always knew that by refusing to give in to greed and self-absorption, El Arco Iris demonstrates the most respect for the sport he can, and only wishes to preserve the former character. Psycho, you just don’t realize how hollow your words ring, and how tarnished your gold has become. Making people bleed, using deceit and lies, does not make you great, does not put you on a higher pedestal than anyone else. El Arco Iris anticipates that you will probably have quite a few surprises waiting for everyone in that mall, but with each tactic you employ, El Arco Iris will only serve to realize how little of a true wrestler you really are, and shall make the redemption of the championship every bit the greater victory. El Arco Iris is not sure, perhaps even El Arco Iris himself will throw any kinds of wrestling techniques out the window in such a vicious situation, but believe this, El Arco Iris will be prepared with the heart and spirit of a true wrestler, and a true champion, come heck or high water, the only thing that will shine brighter than gold on that day will be the SMIIIIIIIIILE…(traces smile on his mask)…on your face!

(Fade to Rainbow)
 

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(Somewhere inside the depths of the air and space museum Psycho stands looking at the stars above in the planetarium. Above several small and quick flashes appear. Glitches in the nucleus of rotation. He stares above as the earth now slowly rotates above him He looks up in the air his arms reach up towards the ceiling s if to grab the world by his hands)

Psycho: That's you isn't it Pulsar? You a glitch in the rotation. More of a fluke of the universe then anything else. Listen to you. It's been quite sometime since our match and still you complain. I hear you talking, but I don't sense what I expected.

(He lowers arms and looks at the camera)

Psycho: Where's the ANGER? Where's the FIGHT? Where's the PASSION? Where's what it takes to hold the gold? All I see is a complainer who tells his cameraman a fairy tale and then smiles when the man agrees. I know the reason you've got your own guy, because form what I've seen who would want to follow you around all day. What next some dream sequence follow by a bad 80's pop song and will have a video of what you hope will happen

(He shakes his head in disagreement)

Psycho: Nah...I'm sorry...IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY!!!!!!! See you don't understand what LOVE is about. We don't need help to WIN titles. NOBODY helped me win this belt. NOBODY helped us defeat Copycat and Iris. NOBODY helped when we defeated Manson and Iris...AGAIN!!!! However what we do is watch each other's back. You complain about men interfering in your match...DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!!!!! I didn't beat you. I came for one clear reason...I came to attack Golem. I owed a debt of violent return. Rat's the one who screwed you. wouldn't let well enough alone. You want to blame someone...BLAME him. Otherwise shut-up and except it.

(From above upon the screen a meteor is shown barreling through space)

Psycho: See that Pulsar, that meteor is LOVE. We're the big one. we're the planet killer. We're the end of times fro the WFW. Where once we were weak like you telling our plans to whoever might listen. Well now we're strong and unstoppable. Our impact hasn't even been felt yet. All that you've seen so far is the worry from the onlookers below. they know it's coming. they know everything they have will be destroyed when we arrive. The WFW is just a start. for when it's all done...we'll arise again. reform, build momentum and find someplace else to destroy. That's LOVE...what are you Pulsar?

(he laughs and a smile creases his mask)

Psycho: You...your just a little star whose light is about to fade. You not even a destination in the universe LOVE has created. Your threats are hollow, promises even less, because soon...sooner then you care to admit. LOVE will smash your world. I WILL smash your world. Past, present, future...none of that matters. Guys like Felix Red, Anarky, Wells and I...we will destroy the world. You more a number then any name on the casualty list. No plaque for you...just space dust in our wake.

(Above on the screen we see the meteor collide into earth)

Psycho: It's coming Pulsar. I'm coming and there’s not a DAMN thing you can do about. I don't care who you tell

(He let's loose a sadistic laugh, turns around and walks away)

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Reflection

(It's late at night and only the park lights illuminate the reflecting pool on the Washington Mall. Slight ripples cross the water and soon the reflection of Psycho's mask can be seen in it. the camera turns up to see him look back a smile under the fabric. He inhales deeply the cool night air and takes a long look around before turning back)

Psycho: well the time is almost here. I was really worried about this match. I thought the WFW was really looking to take it ALL away from me. little did I know that the three men I’d be facing would pose so little of a threat and that the one who'd be tying the most was you Iris. yet I knew one thing that would ever you did it most certainly would make me laugh. Well let me tell you a story iris. One that will explain your moral dilemma.

(Psycho walks back and sits down upon one of the park benches)

Psycho: six years ago I was seventeen years old. I was a young kid who looked up to his bg brother. In the wrestling world his name is Hellion. I wanted NOTHING more then to be a wrestler. To be the very best at what I do. I was skinny, only about one-hundred and seventy pounds. Yet I was taught a high-flying Lucha-Libre style that would make me successful. well successful in Japan.

(He looks around at the mall)

Psycho: Yet America, MY home, well it never came calling. I got a few bookings here and there. they were never enough to make a living. Here in the states. well they don't care if I can do a Space Flying Tiger Drop, drop the best moonsault in the business of kick your face into submission. they don't want to see some skinny kid putting on the best show in town.. NO they want to see the heavyweights. the big boys and going into the ring every night outweighed by a hundred pounds well that's not healthy. Speed might kill, but you can only run into a brick wall so many times.

(He shrugs his shoulders)

Psycho: So I needed to even the odds. . I need to level the playing field. Well hitting someone with a steel chair does that, spilling their blood with a fork does that and using every weapon I can lay my hand on...well it does that. You might not like my style, but your naive. after all where did your boy scout ways get you? what have you done, but fall victim to guys like me. It's not Iris and it never will. It's just another dream of yours I'm going to turn into a bloody nightmare.

(He points a crooked finger at the camera and steps froward0

Psycho: You’re a FOOL!!! A fool's fool. Your in way over your head when it comes to wrestling me and dealing with LOVE. The world isn't hearts and flowers Iris. You want that...vote for John Kerry. Me...I'd a black and white world kinda guy. I've got the title. I tried being the good guy, but all that got me was screwed out of the last one. well the one I have now is going NOWHERE!!!!

(He let's loose a loud sadistic laugh)

Psycho: when that bell rings I'm tearing YOU, Pulsar and Rat Fink to pieces. The water will run red with YOUR blood. I'm a violent and sadistic bastard. You want to stop me. then give it a try. If you can't do it on my level.

(He spits on the ground)

Psycho: THEN STEP ASIDE!!!!!!!

(He laughs again, turns his back and walks away)

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