Chupa's MMW BeatDown/Rampage Career

[The Chupster]

Just gonna string these together, enjoy- they aren't the best, but it's a start. Quoted posts aren't written by me. Some videos can be viewed on YouTube in full 720p HD. The guy that trashes me in the promo after my first match, D3rang3d, got fired for basically being a dick (he's back with a second character and doing much better this time around), and a guy in the second match, THE Mac Bry, got banned from the boards- also for being a dick- hence my "writing out" of his character.
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Backstage at the arena for the upcoming BeatDown, an entrance opens and the Chupacabra- a short, stocky man clad in a green snakeskin vest, matching dreadlocked mask, and more body hair than it should be legal to have by law- makes his way in, leading a goat. The goat bleats plaintively.

Chupa: Jus' hold yer horses there, Juan. I gotcha a nice tasty tin can right'chere in this bag, but I wanna make sure they know we're here 'afore anything else, right?

Juan: Maa aaa aaa aaa aaa aaaaaaah.

Chupa: All righty.

Shouldering his bag, the Chupster begins his trek to find someone official to talk to. Three steps later, an anonymous BeatDown production assistant runs up in a huff.

Assistant: Sir. Sir? SIR!!! You CAN'T bring that animal into THIS building.

Chupa: Huh?

Assistant: The goat, sir, you'll have to leave him outside or something. That... ANIMAL... can't be in here.

Chupa steps up into his face, staring him down.

Chupa: Ya feel like explainin' exactly why that would be?

The production assistant gulps.

Assistant: Um, it's just that, er, only uh, service animals are allowed. Sir.

Chupa [grinning]: Well lemme tell ya, son, if there's one thing Juan here exceeds at, it's servicin' me. So the goat stays. RIGHT?

Assistant: Sir, with all due respect, I uh, I don't think you're blind, so...

The Chupster nods and takes a step back. Reaching to the back of his jeans, he pulls a well-worn, short-handled sledgehammer from a custom leather holster. For a moment, he just stares at it reverently. A second moment sees the hammer being pushed up directly underneath the production assistant's nose. The assistant gulps again, loudly.

Chupa: Mr. Jackass, meet Ol' Bessy. Now, Ol' Bessy don't like gettin' blood on mah vest less'n it's the blood o' someone that actually has some gumption, like in a ring or somethin'. But I'm tellin' ya right now, this here goat stays, or yer face is gonna be gettin' a LOT flatter.

Assistant: Yes sir.

Chupa: Now, I'm gonna settle m'self in my locker room...

Assistant: Um, sir?

Chupa: What?

Assistant: We don't have individual locker rooms, sir.

The Chupster ponders this for a moment while the poor bastard sweats.

Chupa: Y'all got like a boiler room, or a big utility closet?

Assistant: I'm not really sure about the layout of this arena...

Chupa slowly pushes the hammer up into the guy's nose enough to tilt his head backwards.

Assistant (frantic): ...BUT I CAN CHECK ON THAT FOR YOU SIR!!!

Chupa: Right. You do that. You find me a comfy chair an' a cooler full'a beer, an' you stick it in that room, and you come let me know where that is. What's yer name, hoss?

Assistant: Brandon.

Chupa: Francis it is. Okay Francis, you run along before Ol' Bessy an' I lose our cool.

The hammer is lowered and Brandon breathes a sigh of relief.

Brandon (leaving): Yes sir, thank you sir. I'll get right on that *IRK*

Brandon is grabbed by the back of his shirt collar and jerked around roughly.

Chupa: First, ya apologize to Juan.

Brandon: Juan?

Chupa: The goat, ass.

Brandon: Mr. Juan, I'm sincerely sorry about the mistake, it won't happen again.

Juan: Maaaaaaaa aaaa aa aaaa aaah. Maah.

Chupa: One more thing. I need ta make sure everyone knows I'm here. Tell me, where can I find this Lee Thomas?

Brandon smiles as best he can, and the camera fades for a commercial break.

The ad break returns to HFDs office, where he is busy looking at some interesting graphics and sponsorship proposals from various well known companies, suddenly, a goat saunters in through the office door, HFD can scarcely believe his eyes as he moves his hand towards his security alarm and cider stash. Chupa enters the room...

Chupa: "Now hold on there Mr Thomas sir, That there goat is with me"

HFD's hand continues moving towards the cider stash

HFD: "Uh, I knew that, who are you exactly?"

Chupa: "Chupacabra, and this here is Juan"

HFD: "Well, nice to meet you Chu-!"

The goat starts licking HFD's hand, he instantly withdraws and opens the cider

HFD: "So uh, anyways, speak up, what do you want, a contract with BeatDown perhaps?"

Chupa: Yessir. I got me here a list o' references an' whatnot...

The Chupacabra begins digging through the inner pockets of his vest, searching. He pulls out a few condoms, a handful of dice, and a small turkey baster before finding a wrinkled, stained, utterly crumpled piece of paper. Grinning, he smoothes it out on top of desk and lays it in front of Mr. Thomas, smiling.

Chupa: I even had it typed up... wanted it ta look professional-like.

Lee's face falls somewhat as he considers the possible health issues of touching the paper. Finally, he skims it without touching it.

HFD: So, you've only worked for two companies?

Chupa (straightening up): Yes sir, I was a foundin' talent in OCW- stayed there off an' on fer a lil over seven years, most'a mah absences were medical, y'know how it is in wrasslin'- an' I had a real short stint in a fed called MAWL, but that was just me lookin' ta backup mah ol' best friend, "The Rage" Sean Callous, for'n he up and disappeared, so's I left purty quick.

HFD: What do you think you, as a wrestler, could bring to BeatDown?

Chupa: Well... I like ta fight. I ain't squeamish like some'a these girls that think they're hard jus' cuz they can take a self-inflicted blade. The rougher the tumble, the more fun, I say. I got some leadership qualities, though I ain't much for it- only been head of a group once, set'a redneck buds called the Regulators back in the 'Dub, but we was sort'a short-lived. I'm best on m'own, but I ain't above taggin' up or groupin' up, long as the people's somewhat reputable.

HFD: Are you familiar with our product?

Chupa: All I know is, y'all are harder than what I was used to, not countin' the last couple'a months o' my active career, an' that was a peach! But since the 'Dub folded, I need me a place ta fight, earn a bit'a beer money, feed the goat, an' jus' generally have some fun. So whatta ya say?

The Chupster awaits as Mr. Thomas considers the situation.

All of a sudden, HFD gets an urgent phone call from one of the BeatDown staff

HFD: "Uh huh, yeah, that's an oversight, gimme a sec, I think I have a solution"

"Chupacabra, what are you doing tonight"

Chupacabra: "Why Mr Thomas, this is all a bit fast..."

HFD: "Not like that...have you got all your gear?"

Chupa: "I'm wearing it!"

HFD: "Good, I think I can fit you in somewhere for your first match, win the match, and you'll win your contract"

HFD ends the conversation with the staffer and makes his way out of the door, with Chupa and Juan in toe

MMW No Surrender 2010 PPV-
The Chupacabra (mystery debut) vs. D3rang3d

The cameras catch the Chupster as he makes his way backstage, a huge grin plastered on his face. He kneels down and hugs an awaiting Juan, who bleats affectionately.

Chupa: Oh yeah, baby. Jus' wait till we get back ta that locker room!

As he stands to depart, BeatDown interviewer Kendra runs over accompanied by a cameraman, excitedly jabbering into her mic.

Kendra: Tonight, we've had a major upset as BeatDown newcomer the Chupacabra has prevented D3rang3d from earning a title shot in his surprise substitution for Johnny Spike here at No Surrender!

She stops next to a startled Chupacabra, who looks a little dumbfounded.

Kendra: Mr. Chupacabra, can we get a few words?

Chupa: Uh, sure, long as ya don't call me mister again. So, hold on jus' a sec, izzat for real?

Kendra: What do you mean?

Chupa: Well, I just figgered Mr. Thomas needed me ta substitute in a dark match or somethin', I didn't know I was layin' a beatin' on that lil fella's title hopes.

Kendra: Yes, and in addition to losing his title shot, he is now officially suspended.

Chupa: Heh. That's purty funny. Maybe he can use that time ta learn how ta use an "E" instead of a "3", am I right?

The Chupster grins directly into the camera while Kendra suppresses a giggle.

Chupa: So yeah, D3rang3d, sorry 'bout spoilin' yer supper. It weren't nuttin' personal. Way ya were fightin' out there, I sure didn't have ya scouted as championship material- I jus' figgered ya were some gimp gettin' his tryout, an' Mr. Thomas just needed someone ta "discourage" ya from tryin' ta break inta the business. Sorry if I got a lil rough.

Chupa pulls Ol' Bessy out of her shiny leather holster.

Chupa: Ol' Bess jus' gets a lil bit overexcited sometimes, ya know what I mean?

Kendra: So Mr. Chupacabra...

Chupa: Chupster. Please.

Kendra: ...Chupster, what are your plans now? Are you considering a run for the Most Hardcore title shot, now that D3rang3d is out of the running? Or are you looking towards something bigger?

Chupa: Sweetheart, only thing I'm plannin' on is hitting th' showers, drinkin' a few beers, an' then hammerin' this sweet lil goat just as hard as I hammered D3rang3d out there t'night.

Kendra: Hammering... the goat?

Chupa looks at Kendra as if she just asked him for a grilled iguana on a stick.

Chupa: Yeah. Hammer. Y'know. We're gonna cut loose.

Kendra: ...and... party?

Chupa: Are ya dense, woman? We're takin' a ride up the backside'a Goatback Mountain! Bumpin' uglies, th' beast with two backs, the horizontal mambo- well, actually, it's usually kind'a diagonal with us...

Kendra's face screws up in disgust.

Chupa: Yeah, we might even find a nice dumpster ta do it in. Just like our honeymoon, right?

Juan bleats. Kendra looks queasy.

Chupa: Anywho, if ya ain't got no more o' them fancy questions, I gots me a celebration ta get to! Nice ta meet'cha, lady. Peace out!

The Chupacabra walks away, Juan in tow, as Kendra tries to get her disgust under control.

Kendra [grimacing]: The Chupacabra, ladies and gentlemen. Jesus, I have to start screening these new guys before interviewing them...

She shudders and walks off-camera, and the segment ends.

*We return from commercial break to see Chupacabra walking around backstage, when suddenly D3rang3d appears just in front of him and stops him...*

"Well, well, well look who's around here, i mean did you even have a contract already??, wow these days HFD can hire any kind of clown on the streets, where do you come from man, it looks like you had been living in a little swamp the last 10 years, damnit!, i know what you're going to say: so what i had beated the crap out of you last night..."

"I gotta say you were good at that match, but you would had needed a lot of skills to really beat me!, yeah thats right that was just your debut an awesome match with one of the best wrestlers of the company, i saw HFD was helping you out to do a great entrance, and i was warned that even if i won the match i was going to get suspended anyways, HFD has his favorites and im not one of them trust me, maybe you are one of them, but i just let you win this time, i kinda like rookies they're all amazed with his first match, his first... victory, then they just realise they've just entered in a world of pain and failure..."

The chupacabra just looks confused at D3rang3d he is about to talk but....

" No, no, no you wont, i dont need/want your opinion right now, you've just talked trash of me, and it just made me laugh you sound like an insecure guy, a guy that has to show us a diferent face to hide how he is really feeling inside them, and thats what i dont have in common with this crappy talents here, that's waht makes me special, i dont need to talk i dont need to fake, i dont need to hide, i just do what its best for me!!!"

Chupa's getting angry at D3, while D3 just chuckles...

" hahaha whats happening my Amigo did u ran out of Cabras??? oh dont be mad, im sure ull catch another goat making your way throug backstage, ive seen a lot here recently,that cheap NRM stable for example they have some doubts with me right now... you know what lets just get to the point, you dont have any chance at me compadre, i just let you live your moment last night, cuz it wont be a lot of them from this moment, trust me, i will make sure you wont have a lot of them....sigh i gotta go man i have other better things to do"

Just seconds after D3 turns around to leave the scene chupacabra hits him in the back, D3 falls to the floor, chupacabra just start punching D3 but D3 reverse it, a lot of punches by the two of them thenD3 just grabs chupa and hits him against the wall,While chupa is groggy D3 is ready to end this and SMASH!! D3 hits his signature, Chupa is knocked out on the floor d3 stands in front of his face and crouch just to say:

"you little sneaky guy...Oh about my suspension, dont be so happy cuz im just leaving for a couple of shows, and dont worried, i wont return to take care of you cuz as you can see ive already done that, i have "some sh*t" i will need to resolve with "some guys out there"...."


*D3 leaves the scene and we can see a passed out chupacabra on the floor, while the camera fades to black*

TBC by HFD or someone that is not Chupacabra lol

A good bit later, the Chupacabra is in his personalized boiler/"locker" room, sitting in a barcalounger that's clearly seen better days. He's talking on a massive, old-fashioned cell phone, with Juan leisurely chewing on some goat chow nearby.

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Chupa: Yeah, sorry about that, Mr. Thomas. I don't know what stupid-ass thing made me attack him from behind- I've never done that before. Definitely wasn't caused by any'a the shots I took in the match, HA! 'Course, ya'd think if I was gonna attack him, I would'a done it with Ol' Bessy and put his lights out with the first shot, but then again, usually I tend ta settle my beefs in the ring, cuz I ain't a liberty-takin' pussy.

Juan farts as Chupa listens for a few moments.

Chupa: Oh yeah, I dunno what that was all about- yeah, normally Juan would'a bit the guy's dick off fer that, but seein' as the fella didn't even notice he was there, I guess he wandered off fer that two minute period. Probably saw a full trash can an' thought he found hisself an all ya can eat buffet, right? Heh. But nah, I'm more'n glad ta pay the fine, an' I just wanted ta apologize fer the mess before things got outta hand. Thanks again. Okay, man. Bye!

Chupa relaxes into his chair as he hits the massive power button on the big grey phone.

Chupa: Juan, yer near useless, ya big ol' furball. Get daddy another beer, would'ja?

Juan bleats and obediently trots over to the cooler, rooting around. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

Chupa: Yo, c'mon in!

The door opens and Kendra pokes her head around the corner, eyes covered with one hand, mic in the other.

Kendra: Hi, uh, Mr. Chupacabra, are you decent?

Chupa: Depends on what'cha mean by decent, doll. I got some clothes on if that's what yer meanin'.

Juan brings the beer as Kendra makes her way in, cameraman in tow. The Chupster pops the tab and slurps some down loudly.

Kendra: I was wondering if you had time to talk about the incident earlier?

Chupa [standing]: Sure, might as well knock this out while it's there.

Kendra: Why did you attack...

Chupa: Nah, nah. Here, you hold this...

He hands her the beer.

Chupa: ...and gimme this...

He takes the microphone.

Chupa [taking hold of Kendra's arms and moving her into the background of the camera shot]: ...and ya stand right over here, and don't say nothin'. Thanks.

The Chupacabra stares directly into the camera with a smile on his face.

Chupa: Mr. D3rang3d. Ya run yer mouth about how ya just let me live my moment, how ya let me win. Yeah, cuz that's what wrasslin's about- losin' matches, 'specially at a pay-per-view, ones that would'a got'cha a title shot. Second, ya think jus' cuz I'm new around here that I'm green? Fella, I been around doin' this probably fer half yer life! The only reason I ain't huntin' yer shit down and actively givin' ya a knuckle enema is cuz I ain't the impulsive dumbshit ya wanted ta make me out ta be, an' I understand that, comin' inta a different company fer the first time, ya don't make waves till yer sure yer boat's gonna float, am I right?

He pauses, picks something out of his teeth and examines it closely, then shoots it across the room with a flick. As the Chupacabra continues to talk, he gradually loses his smile and begins letting a little anger show through.

Chupa: Earlier t'night, ya got yer ass handed to ya by someone ya don't know nothin' about, and ya thought ya was gonna save face by makin' me look like a moron and flappin' yer jaws with some bullshit mealy-mouthed excuse, and then act like I ain't worth yer time. Son, you ain't worth the beer I brush my teeth with. You wanna talk about insecurities and other faces and crap like that when ya look like a reject from the Road Warrior? Buddy, this mask ain't ta protect me; it's ta protect YOU. Cuz on the few occasions that this mask has come off, people've gotten HURT. I don't mean stupid-ass kayfabe "OH MAH GAWD HE'S INJURED" hurt; I mean careers have been ENDED. Cuz when the mask comes off, that means that I ain't havin' fun no more, and I feel like it's time fer someone's ass ta scream. So you go back ta yer "other business" that you got ta take care of, an' I'll consider this case closed fer the moment- unless Mr. Thomas wants me ta crack yer head open like one'a Mama Chupa's ostrich egg omelets- an' you say your prayers that I ain't huntin' you down, cuz when I come after someone, I don't quit until they got the consistency of ham pudding. An' next time ya decide ta try ta make yerself look like yer tough at someone else's expense, make sure it's actually someone you can finish OFF.

The Chupacabra smiles again.

Chupa: Man, them anger management classes sure do pay off! Here ya go, lil lady.

The Chupacabra pulls Kendra back into the foreground and places the mic back in her hand, retrieving his beer.

Kendra: Um, thank you for letting us know your point of view! Anything else you'd like to say?

Chupa: Cosby fo' president, bitches! I'm out.

Kendra: Thanks.

Chupa: Hey, ya don't hafta hurry off. Do ya like beer?

Kendra: Um, no, thanks.

Chupa: Ya like pizza? I ordered a pizza.

Kendra: No, that's fine, um, thanks.

Chupa: Ever been the meat inna two-goat burrito?

Kendra: I don't even know what that means and I'm going to try really hard not to think about it.

Chupa: Aw, c'mon.

Kendra shoots Chupa a tight-lipped smile and hurries out. The Chupster nudges Juan with his foot.

Chupa: Oh yeah- she wants us! Rawk.

Another loud pull on his beer and the segment fades to a close.

: : Elsewhere : :

[THE Mac stares into the mirror. Coldly... silently.]

Mac: One victim. One notch on the bedpost...
... but alas, the war has only just begun.

[THE Mac's stare, cold as it is, intense and filled with rage, slowly begins to twist. And the more it turns, the more it begins to appear as a smile... but a sick, demented smile, dripping with psychotic glee.]

Mac: ... Come in.



? : Dude, I didn't even knock yet!

Mac: I know. Spare me the disbelief... I know, that you know, that I know when you're coming. Even before you've come. THE Mac rolls like that, bro. It's just the way... I Am.

[The door swings open, and there stands the six foot something, burly Canadian brawler known as "The Nightmare" Ajax. 'Canada's Fallen Angel' looks across the room at his partner, THE Mac Bry, aka 'America's Poison'. Mac continues to glare into the reflection... smiling sadistically, as Ajax waltzes forth, settling his tall frame upon the wooden bench mid-room.]

Ajax: Spike never saw it comin' man... that was the fastest squash I've seen since... well, lemme tell ya, I've dished out quite a few, and that has to rank up there with the time I pinned Chicken McGrits in five seconds flat.

Mac: [slowly turns around] ... Chicken McGrits?

Ajax: Memories, bro... good times. But anyfuck, last night was the start of something so, SO big, I can feel it.

Mac: Indeed. I told you I had a plan to reignite your old 'Team AmeriCanada' faction... and the strike on Spike was the very tip of the iceberg, my friend. In fact...

[THE Mac looks off to the side. The smile begins to drain from his face, replaced with a look of vile intent and malice...]

Mac: I've already got my eyes set on our next target...

Ajax: The Sifers? Cuz I'm tellin' ya man, we NEED those tag straps. And it'd be easier than, well, Apple Pie... like you Americans say. I just -

Mac: [spins his head quickly in Ajax's direction, eyes widened in fury] NO! ... No. Not yet, Ajax. We can't simply come into this company and expect to be handed a title shot. Regardless of how much we personally know we deserve it... For Ronald Reagan's sake, we deserve those belts more than any other in this entire promotion! But the fact remains... it just isn't time. When the time arrives, we will strike hard... we will strike quick... and we will strike deadly. But the time is not at hand, just quite yet.

Mac: BUT... there IS an individual... whose time is nigh. And that man... that... THING, goes by the name...

Mac: ... of Chupacabra.

Ajax: Really? I mean... he seems a bit, well... dangerous. And not just dangerous as far as his talent is concerned, but moreso... in his mindset. The guy almost seems to be criminally insane, for cryin' out loud!

[At this, Mac chuckles. He smiles... and then, just as suddenly as he began to laugh, he cuts out the good humor, and stares daggers at his own partner.]

Mac: You think... You THINK, that Chupa is "criminally insane"? Ajax... I make the man look like Woody Allen. Compared to me, Chupa has the personality of a DOOR STOP. I AM... crazy. I Am every single psycho disorder you can think off, wrapped up, spun around, and placed in a ball... and then? Lit on fire. I AM danger, personified. I AM the sheer embodiment of all that is NUTS.

Mac: And it is a slap to my face to even consider... to even place that... THING, in MY league. He's been doing this for seven years? Buddy boy...

... I've been doing this for ten. That's seven plus three, just in case you're counting at home.

Ajax: Yes, but... you've never crossed his path before... neither have I... and not to mention the fact that he doesn't have a partner...

Mac: Hell, why not just have another handicap match? But better yet...
... Chupa. Dear boy... I suggest you find a partner. Because Ajax and I? We're thinking long and hard about making you our next victim. The war on MMW has only just begun... and along the way, there shall be many, MANY casualties. Bodies lying along the blood soaked canvas... and you have the honor of being the second.

[Mac slowly begins to walk toward the camera... his eyes, like two balls of fire... his fists clenched at his sides.]

Mac: And when the time is right? The tag titles will come home... as will every other piece of gold we set our eyes on. For we ARE Team AmeriCanada. We ARE the harbingers of all that is to come...

Mac: The end is near...
... and we ARE...

Ajax: ... your end.

Mac: End transmission.

[Mac cups his hand around the camera's lends... we fade to black, and are left with five words across the screen, in crimson red.]

~ believe... or be left behind ~

A few days before BeatDown, the Chupacabra is caught backstage, approaching HFD's office. He knocks with his non-beer-holding hand and enters.

Chupa: Heya boss, you wanted ta see me?

Lee Thomas looks up from a small pile of paperwork, smiles and waves him in.

HFD: Yes, I'm assuming you saw Team AmeriCanada spew their verbal garbage.

Chupa: Yup, sure did.

HFD: Do you have any tag team partners in mind?

Chupa: Well hell, I can't really rightly say I do... I don't really have a good grip on the roster an' what's up with everyone, an' I usually don't care a lot fer throwin' in with people I don't know about, 'less the booker thinks it's good fer business if ya know what I mean. If ya have any ideas about it, I'm more'n willin' ta hear 'em- or I could just take the fellas one atta time, it don't make no nevermind ta me.

HFD: Glad to hear you say that. Actually, I DO have a partner in mind, and it's probably the one and only person at this point that you know a little bit.

Chupa (face scrunched up): Please tell me yer not stickin' me with that Brandon knob.

HFD (confused): Who?

Chupa: Some guy I had a lil altercation with my first day, forget I said anything, heh.

HFD: No. I meant myself.

Chupa: Really?

HFD: You have a problem with this?

Chupa: Oh hell naw, boss! There just ain't many bookers out there that like ta mix it up inna ring, an' even fewer that see fit ta rub elbows with the unproven fellas. Hell ya, if you're willin' ta tag up, I'm all kinds'a good ta go!

HFD: Good, good.

Mr. Thomas slides a contract across the desk to the Chupster.

HFD: Just need your autograph right down there.

Chupa (signing): Well sweet! I'd say this calls fer a toast, but all I got's this can o' Chupa-brand GoatSauce, an' well, it's not exactly everyone's cup o' tea...

Yep, this. Oh NOES!

HFD: Didn't market well, eh?

Chupa (frowning): Ya could say that... it got pulled off'a shelves due ta health concerns, somethin' about excessive flatulence, spontaneous body hair growth, sudden onset o' blindness... an' there was somethin' else, I always forget one of 'em...

HFD: Wow.

Chupa: Yeah.

HFD: How about this.

He reaches over and grabs a cigar, left smoldering in an ashtray.

HFD: To teammates.

Chupa: To kickin' the shit outta people that talk like them bastards in Fargo.

Grinning, they touch beer can to cigar and the beer can instantly bursts into a hand-sized fireball. Chupa shakes his hand, dripping flaming liquid all over the desk, leaving several small scorch marks.

Chupa: Oh yeah. High flammability.

HFD: Jesus.

Chupa: So I'll just cut ya a check fer the desk. An' the carpet. Sorry about that.

HFD (shrugging): Eh, it's not the worst thing I've had to deal with...

MMW BeatDown 31 07/21/10-
The Chupacabra & High Flying Dwarf vs. Team AmeriCanada (THE Mac Bry & Ajax)

The camera crew comes into the T.A.C Locker Room and Medics are there Treating his hit to the head by Chupacabra's Sledge Hammer Old Bessy

Medic: The stitches should heal up in a week

Ajax: Alright thanks Doc..

The Medic leaves the locker room while Ajax turns his attention to Mac Bry

Ajax: You! YOU COST ME MY MATCH! NOT ONLY THAT BUT LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!

Mac Bry: It's not my fault you got hit in the head man..

Ajax: BUT NO WAIT THATS NOT ALL NOW IS IT? YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER HELPING ME WHEN HFD WAS PINNING ME YOU FUCKING BACKSTABBER!

Ajax Looks in rage while Anarchy looks paranoid

Ajax: Anarchy.. This is between me and Shane Bryant.. You can stay and watch this.. Or leave

Anarchy Decides to leave and go to the Parking Lot

Mac Bry: Oh so now it's my real name ain't it?

Ajax: SHUT UP! I TOUGHT YOU WE'RE MY FRIEND BUT YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A HYPOCRITE!

Ajax Grabs the AmeriCanada Titles

Ajax: You know what I'm gonna do with these?

Ajax Removes his T.A.C Shirt and places the shirt and the titles on the ground. He then pulls a match lighting it on fire and putting in on the T.A.C Belongings.

Ajax: THIS IS A PROPER BURIAL OF AMERICANADA! AND NOW YOU'RE DEAD!

Ajax Assaults Mac Bry and the camera goes back to Anarchy

Anarchy: Ajax Is doing the right thing.. We we're Shane's lackeys always in the back and him getting all the glory.. Well those days are gone and never coming back.

Suddently a Pickup Truck headlights flick on

??: YER BEST BE WATCHIN' YER SELF NOW

The Truck tries to run over Anarchy but he luckily gets out of dodge

He pulls down his mirror revealing who he is

Chupacabra: YER BEST TELL AJAX I'M COMMING FOR HIM ALRIGHT YOUNGIN'?

Anarchy: Y-Y-Yes s-s-ir

Chupacabra: GOOD! NOW MOVE OUT THE WAY BEFORE ME AND OL' BESSY RUN YA OVER!

Anarchy Runs back to his locker room while Ajax has left Mac Bry in a pool of his own blood

Anarchy: Ajax! Chupacabra told me that he was comming for you! He tried to run me over with his truck

Ajax: Son of a bitch.. Regarding T.A.C Anarchy.. It's dead but I have nothing against you as long as you stay out of my way

Anarchy: Alright same too you

Ajax and Anarchy shake hands and leave the locker room with the camera fading too black

The camera comes back to a filthy boiler room, complete with the Chupacabra sitting in his torn-to-hell barcalounger, watching the dissolution of Team AmeriCanada on a dirty, busted-up television. Juan thoughtfully chews some garbage in the corner while the Chupster laughs heartily, spilling beer from the can in the seat's cupholder.

Chupa (guffawing- yeah, that's right, guffawing, bitches!): Oh, that's rich! Brings a tear right to mah eye, HA!!! Oh, lordy...

He swivels around, facing the camera.

Chupa: Man, that's more touchin' than the Pope at an orphanage! That's more touchin' than Michael Jackson at a Boy Scout meetin'! Awwww, those poor Canadian boys respect each other- ain't that a stitch!

The Chupacabra launches into a fresh round of laughter. The camera jiggles and Chupa straightens up doublefast.

Chupa: Don't'cha dare move there, fella! Okay, I'll get down ta business.

He looks directly into the camera.

Chupa (smiling): So, the Mac Bry is out. Well, there's a surprise- that boy rubbed more fellas wrong than a bar full'a crossdressers. So lemme just say, Ajax- I'm sorry about them stitches.

He pauses a moment, then his smile turns into an epic grin.

Chupa: I'm sorry there ain't more of 'em! You got guts, buddy, an' ya put up a helluva fight, but I was stompin' yer ass all over that ring fer pretty much the majority o' that match. Ya MIGHT even say... I wiped the canvas with ya! Which is highly fortunate...

Chupa holds up a can.

Oh yeah, he went there![/center]

Chupa: Who the hell knew ya had BLEACH??? Dude, I bet those blood stains came RIGHT OUT. Am I right???

He titters for a little bit, but it fades quickly, his mood changing to one of utmost hostility.

Chupa: Ya just had ta keep gettin' up, didn't ya? Tough lil fucker, makin' me look bad. But that's okay. I'm gonna talk ta Mr. Thomas, we're gonna have a lil discussion, and I'm gonna get your ass in the ring and show you what I can REALLY do. The Iron Sheik may break your back, fuck your ass and make you humble, but after a few minutes with me, that'll sound like hittin' the lottery, winnin' the Nobel Prize and fuckin' Miley Cyrus in front of her dad all at the same time! I'm gonna rip your shit apart, little man. I'm gonna teach you the meaning of the term "savage bludgeoning." When I'm done, they'll have to...

In the middle of Chupa's rant, an arm comes in from off camera, holding an envelope.

Chupa: Huh? What the hell's this?

He snatches it and tears it open.

Chupa (reading): Contract... final BeatDown... tag match... partners with... WHAT?!?!?!

The Chupacabra stands, yelling at someone offstage.

Chupa: This is a fuckin' JOKE, right? You can't expect me ta tag with this lil... hey, get BACK here! I'm gonna...

Dejected, Chupa slumps back into the barcalounger, still holding the envelope.

Chupa: Well. Just... fuck.

Smoothing back his mask's dreadlocked mohawk, the Chupster struggles to regain some self-control. After a few moments, he notices that the camera is still rolling.

Chupa: Y'all get outta here, I need ta think. Just toss that video, I won't be needin' it, I don't guess.

Cameraman (off-camera): Uh, sir, we're live.

Chupa: Huh?

Cameraman: We're live. You're on the air. Right now.

Chupa: Can't ya, you know, like, edit it?

Cameraman: No. We're live. No second takes. People see you right now. Like, this very moment.

Chupa: Oh. Well... that's just swell.

He smiles at the camera silently for a few moments.

Chupa (teeth gritted together in a horribly fake smile): Dude, fuckin' CUT! Turn it OFF! Turn it...

And the camera fades out.

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The camera opens in an arena parking lot at night. A lone figure, visible only from behind, wanders across the parking lot, clad in a baseball cap and- barely visible- a Team AmeriCanada t-shirt.

Without warning, lights flash through the blackness, turning day into night! A monstrous vehicle growls to life and screeches into a turn, seven-foot tall tires shrieking a path through the asphalt, on a collision course. The figure turns just in time to see the beast bearing down on him. He goes under with a thud, just as the brakes squeal to a stop, coming to rest squarely on his body.

Illuminated by the light, the Chupacabra stands up where the roof should be on his custom green-and-yellow monster station wagon, a grin plastered on his face.

Yeah, it looks like that, bitches!

He puts down his beer and clears his throat.

Chupa (through incredibly fake grief): OH... NO!!! AH HAVE ACCIDENTALLY RUN OVER MAH NEW TAG TEAM PARTNER AJAX!!! OH MAH GAWD, SOMEONE GET SOME HELP!!! THIS IS SO SAD AND COMPLETELY ACCIDENTAL!!! OH MAH GAWD, AJAX!!!

Ajax (from elsewhere in the parking lot): Yeah, what do you want?

The Chupster's grin falls. He mouthes the words "what the FUCK" as Ajax steps into view under a nearby light pole.

Ajax: What do you want, jackass?

Chupa stares in disbelief.

Chupa (stammering in disbelief): Oh, I... I... thank Gawd, I thought I ran ya down, I saw that Team AmeriCanada t-shirt and aimed right for... I mean, saw it jump out in front'a me, an' I thought I had done killed ya! Oh, thank dear sweet Gawd.

Ajax: Nah, I burned that thing. Far as I know, Anarchy and Mac Bry have the last remaining two.

Chupa: Son of a bitch. I mean, oh thank Gawd! I dunno what I'd do if mah tag partner got injured or Gawd-forbid KILLED before I had a chance ta tag with him!

Ajax: Holy shit, you hit someone with THIS thing?

Chupa climbs down out of the station wagon, carrying a flashlight. He searches the ground and stops at the back tire, where half a body is trapped beneath one of the monstrous tires.

Chupa: Well hell.

Clearly visible above the blood-soaked Team AmeriCanada shirt is the face of THE Mac Bry.

Chupa: Guess HFD ain't gonna hafta worry 'bout this douchebag no more.

Ajax: Wow, that's just tragic.

Chupa: I know. That's just... horrible. I suppose I oughtta call an ambulance.

Ajax: I dunno, he's still twitching a little. Maybe you should wait a few minutes.

The two share a hearty laugh. Chupa pulls out his massive-ass cellphone.

Yep, that thing again.

Chupa: Drinkin' an' drivin' is a harsh mistress. Okay, let's see, 9-1-1... yeah, I'm gonna need a meat wagon, this dumbass just hopped in front'a mah vehicle inna parking lot of this here arena. Yeah, that one. Sure. Yeah, he's still twitchin' an' stuff. Okay. Alright. Sure. Thanks.

Ajax shakes his head. Chupa presses the massive "OFF" button and turns to Ajax.

Ajax: So... a station wagon.

Chupa: Yup.

Ajax: Sure is colorful.

Chupa: I gotta thing fer green an' yeller, yep. It's also a convertible sort'a, onna count that I sawed off the roof.

Ajax: Is that a throwing star embedded in the door?

Chupa: Yeah, damn ninjas. Can't drive through Kentucky without gettin' one'a them stuck in yer ass.

Ajax: And a sawblade.

Chupa: Some'a them redneck ninjas can't afford the real thangs.

Ajax: Ever run over a car with this thing?

Chupa (grinning): Hell boy, what'd'ya thing I was gonna do out here after runnin' ya... I mean, before this horrible, horrible tragedy? I was gonna take out this whole parkin' lot!

Ajax: That is so cool.

Chupa: Yeah, heh.

Chupa looks devious for a moment.

Chupa: Hey, you ever driven a monster station wagon?

Ajax: Um, no.

Chupa: Can ya drive stick shift?

Ajax: Sure!

An ambulance and two cop cars squeal into the parking lot, sirens blaring.

Chupa (looking devious): Heh, just wait'll the cops clear. (He leans back, talking up into the wagon.) Hey Juan, pass us down a couple'a beers, ya useless goat!!!

A pair of beers sail through the air into Ajax and Chupa's hands as the rescue vehicles squeal to a stop.

Chupa: Back in a sec- I guess I oughtta move the tire off'n his chest.

The camera pulls back and fades to black.

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Ajax and Chup are sitting in old, dirty chairs drinking beer and watching TV while discussing their tag team match this week on Rampage.

Chup: So boy... what's your gameplan for our tag team title match?

As Chup says that, Juan is seen chewing on a t-shirt covered in blood.

Chup: What'cha chewin' there, Juan?

The shirt seems to be a Team AmeriCanada shirt.

Ajax: You trained him well it seems.

Ajax and Chup laugh realizing that Juan is chewing on THE Mac Bry's shirt.

Chup: So what yer' thinkin' bout our strategy?

Ajax: I'll tire Rated-K out and I'll tag you in to finish them off?

Chup laughs realizing how stupid Ajax's plan is.

Chup: Hell no, boy! We go in there an' we kick their asses!

Ajax: That does seem like a better plan.

Chup: No shit son! Now cheers for the new Rampage Tag Team Champions!

Ajax: Cheers!

Both men chug their beer and reach out to grab another one. Kendra and the Rampage Camera Crew knock on the door.

Ajax and Chup: Come in!

Kendra: Hi guys, I was wondering if I could get a quick word before your big match?

Chup: Sure, go ahead, but stay away from Juan! IF YOU TOUCH MA DAMN GOAT I'LL BE RAPIN' YA WITH THE WRONG END OF A SLEDGEHAMMER, YA HEAR???

Kendra: (whispering to the camera crew): Is there a right end for that?

Ajax: HOORAY FOR BUTT SEX!

Chup: SHUT UP! THIS AIN'T FUNNY!

Kendra: Ok.... I'll just pretend I never heard that, alright? So what do you guys think of Rated-K?

Chup: Ajax, I really have nothing ta say about these guys... what about you?

Ajax Looks into the camera with a demonic look and starts heavy breathing and pounding his fist into his hand.

Ajax: RATED-K! YOU BITCHES NEED TO REALIZE THIS IS OUR TIME TO SHINE! WHEN I'M DONE WITH THE BOTH OF YOU SKINNY PRICKS YOU'LL BE PISSING THROUGH A HOSPITAL BED!

Chup: JESUS CHRIST BOY! WHAT DID YOU EAT?

Ajax: I guess I let out my inner demon.

Kendra: Ok.... you guys are really weird but.. do you have anything else to say?

Ajax: Well, you are free to stay and have a trip at The Production of Seduction if you wanna

Kendra: Erm.. I'll pass.

Chup: If y'all will excuse me, it's time fer me ta go rape mah goat.

Ajax: Oh god.. I'm gonna have nightmares all over again...

Chup: Hey, it ain't mah fault if ya watch!

The camera fades to black as Ajax leaves the locker room and goes to a local gym.

MMW BeatDown 32: The Final Salute 07/28/10-
MMW BeatDown/Rampage Tag Team Championship:
The Chupacabra & Ajax vs. Rated K (R-Kitty & Supa Loco)

[Anarchy is in the ring, holding a mic, looking extremely upset, despite his recent win.]

-- I'll tell you people, my victory in the Final Salute was very predictable, what was not predictable, however, was Ajax and Chupacabra's victory... I'll tell what that was! It was a fluke!

[The crowd boos Anarchy.]

-- Now I know I should be happy for my former team-mate and FORMER friend, but you know, HE STABBED ME IN THE BACK!! Yes, that's right! If anyone should be teaming with Ajax, and if anyone should be grabbing that belt laughing backstage, it shouldn't be A FREAKING GOAT RAPER, it should be ME! Anarchy!

["Reach for the Sky" plays and Ajax comes out, without Chupa by his side, but with the belt. He grabs a mic and starts talking.]

-- I sense a bit of jealousy from Anarchy... Trust me, the reason I dumped you was to start a singles career... but Lee Thomas had something different in mind, and made me team with Chup. And here we are as the best tag team in Rampage.

[Anarchy looks at Ajax, angry, and starts talking back.]

-- Hehehe... Ajax, you really believe you are the best tag team here? Well, no... What made you win those belts wasn't skill... it was raw LUCK!

[Ajax walks down the aisle and climbs the ring, and starts talking face-to-face with Anarchy.]

-- Anarchy, you are a crybaby. You're just having this tantrum because you weren't the one at my side, and you aren't the one with gold around your waist. You're just a crybaby. One that can't have what he wants so he draws the attention of everyone to him, when the truth is, everyone just want you to SHUT THE HELL UP!

[Angry, Anarchy punches Ajax, who punches Anarchy back. That evolves to a brawl to the backstage. The camera fades.]

The camera opens backstage where Kendra is once again standing with the Chupacabra, the Rampage Tag Team Title belt over his shoulder. He is accompanied as always by Juan the Goat. Conspicuously absent is his co-tag title holder, Ajax.

Kendra: This week has seen a night of intense competition and rivalry as BeatDown came to a close with the Final Salute! With me is the Chupacabra, one half of the team that, in a surprise upset, took the newly-christened Rampage Tag Team Championship from former BeatDown Champions, Rated K, in their very first match together. Mr. Chupacabra...

Chupa (grinning): Please. Chupster is cool.

Kendra: Chupster, first off I have to ask, where is your tag team partner?

Chupa: Can't say as I've seen him since a lil bit after the match, missy.

A scuffle can be heard. Chupa and Kendra look to the right and the camera pans over, catching Ajax and Anarchy as they brawl in the hall! They take turns slamming each other into the concrete walls, fight in front of and past Chupa and Kendra, and continue down the hallway. As the combatants round the corner, the camera pans back to Chupa, his smile even bigger, and Kendra, who looks shocked.

Chupa: Way ta go, lil guy! He's such a lil scrapper. Don't mean I won't eventually kick his Canadian ass, but ya gotta give him credit, he's got heart!

Kendra: Shouldn't you help him?

Chupa: Nah, he's got it.

Kendra: Uh, okay... Chupster, you've been in the company now for a short time. How do you feel, capturing gold this quickly?

Chupa: Well, Ms. Kendra, it is a helluva honor ta be standin' here with this title on mah shoulder. A lotta fellas might say that, but I mean it. This here company took me in when I wasn't even that familiar with the product, gave me a place ta hang mah hat an' fight fer a livin' like I'm used to, an' I'm greatful as all hell for it. But fer Mr. Thomas ta put together me an' Ajax there- fer him ta see that chemistry when all I wanted was ta kick the lil guy's ass fer bein' associated with a dick like th' Mac Bry, well, all I can say is, mah hat's off to ya, HFD. But ta take an unproven team an' stick us inna title match this big, at the finale of our show before it switches over, that takes guts. It's a risk most bookers wouldn't'a taken, and I just gotta say fer my part, I'm proud as hell that he felt like a couple'a new guys like us had what it takes ta carry this here championship.

Kendra: Wow. That was almost eloquent.

Chupa: Don't call attention to it or I might hafta let Juan punish ya with his strangely-shaped genitals.

Kendra's eyes shoot open, shocked.

Kendra: Wha... I, uh...

Chupa: Trust me, the first time, ya won't shit right fer a week.

Kendra looks unsteady.

Kendra: Lord. Uh, so I take it that you and Ajax are getting along all right now, then?

Chupa: We're straight. He ain't bad fer bein' from the Great White North.

Kendra: Where do you see yourself going from here?

Chupa: Well, I'm still gettin' mah feet wet, so ta speak, so I figger anyone HFD wants ta send up against Ajax and me fer these belts, I'm all for. I don't like restin' on mah laurels- if I got gold, I like defendin' that gold, cuz the last thing I wanna be is a paper champion like the Hulk Hogans and Jeff Jarretts of the world. Fuck that shit. I'd rather have 15 successful strap defenses than hold the belt 15 times an' lose it the next day, ya dig?

Kendra: I dig.

Chupa: That said, I mean, I also get that Ajax has his shit to settle. I mean, look at what we just saw, right? Him and Anarchy, they'll rumble down the line, an' when that happens, I'm good with strikin' out on mah own here an' there too- I ain't used ta countin' on partners, y'know? At the Final Salute, I saw some major action, an' I'd like ta take on some of the awesome talent here in Beat... uh, Rampage. I'd even like ta mix it up with ol' HFD down the line- nuttin' personal, just I likes the competition. An' on that note, I wanna give a shoutout ta Mikey Truth fer winnin' the big one. Ya fought hard, amigo, an' I respect that! Someday I hope ta be lookin' across the ring at ya, cuz title or not, yer the big man- an' the only way ta find out yer own measure is ta go up against the yardstick and see where ya fall, am I right? But sometime soon, I needs ta get inta a bloody deathmatch o' some sort. I do miss the hardcore shit!!!

Kendra: Any specific future goals?

Chupa: Just fightin', babe. We got the gold, so that means right now, we're best- which means other motherfuckers best get their asses ta DefCon 5 and get in line!

Kendra: Thanks for your time!

With that, the camera fades to black.

[The Chupster]

Ajax and Chupacabra are seen walking into a night club after the final BeatDown show

Chupacabra: Yer' Lookin' pretty fancy der' partner

Ajax Is shown wearing a White Dress shirt complete with a gold necklace, black dress pants, and leather loafers

Ajax: You always gotta look good when you go too the clubs bro

Chup (Laughing): I see.. What are we waiting fer'? Let's go dancin'

Shawty Get Loose plays and Ajax goes too the dance floor and breaks out his old Breakdancing moves he use too do when he was a kid

Chup: Whoa! Since when did ma partner do breakdancin'?

Ajax: I did this for years partner hehe

After a few minutes of dancing Chupacabra and Ajax go too the bar and get a few shots of vodka where they spot Rated-K sitting in a corner drinking beer too ease the pain of losing their titles

R-Kitty: Well if it isn't the Tag Champs.. What are you two cocksuckers doing here?

Ajax: We came too celebrate mine and Chup's Title victory

Supa Loco: You better leave or else you'll get you're ass sent away on a stretcher

Chup Pushes Ajax away and looks at Rated-K

Chup: Yall sons of bitches want a fight? Well you got one kid

R-Kitty Gets up and punches Ajax in the jaw

Ajax (Holding his jaw and smiling): Hehe.. Alright lets do this..

Stayin' Alive Plays and Ajax feels the groove

Ajax: Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha Stayin' Alive Stayin' Alive

Chup: STOP SINGING AND FIGHT YER RETARD!

R-Kitty Goes too punch Ajax but he evades the punch with a split and punches R-Kitty in the balls

R-Kitty (Gasping for air): You son.. of a bitch

Ajax: STAYIN' ALIVE BITCH!

Chup Grabs a beer and winds it up too smash it up on Supa Loco's head

Chup: STAYIN' ALIVE!

He smashes the beer bottle over Supa Loco's head

R-Kitty Kicks Ajax in the head and throws him over the bar counter

R-Kitty (Wipes off dirt): So much for staying alive you Canuck

R-Kitty Runs at Chup while Chup is still kicking on the downed Supa Loco and catches Chup by surprise by jumping on his back

Chup (Struggling too get R-Kitty off his back): GET OFF ME YER BASTARD

R-Kitty: NEVER!

Chup Grabs a hold of R-Kitty's neck and slams him down

Ajax Manages too get back too his feet dazed and coughing


Ajax: Chup.. Is it over?

Supa Loco Regains Consciousness and attacks Chup from behind

Ajax Runs over too his partners aid and Clotheslines Supa Loco too the ground

Chup: Good work partner

Ajax: Losers these days

Supa Loco and R-Kitty are seen crawling and trying too get back too their feet bloodied and bruised

Jack The Bartender: GET OUT OF MA BAR!

Ajax: Pfft.. Whatever dude.. At least you finally got something too talk about with your friends

Jack: Before you go I have too tell you guys something.. This was all on hidden camera

Ajax and Chup: WHAT?!

Ajax: I hope it's on MTV

Jack: Well I have a right mind too send this too the police..

Ajax Slips in a $50 dollar bill too the bartender

Ajax: Just forget that this happened alright?

Jack: You got a deal!

Ajax and Chup leave the night club returning too their Hotel

[Anarchy is in the ring, holding a mic, looking extremely upset, despite his recent win.]

-- I'll tell you people, my victory in the Final Salute was very predictable, what was not predictable, however, was Ajax and Chupacabra's victory... I'll tell what that was! It was a fluke!

[The crowd boos Anarchy.]

-- Now I know I should be happy for my former team-mate and FORMER friend, but you know, HE STABBED ME IN THE BACK!! Yes, that's right! If anyone should be teaming with Ajax, and if anyone should be grabbing that belt laughing backstage, it shouldn't be A FREAKING GOAT RAPER, it should be ME! Anarchy!

["Reach for the Sky" plays and Ajax comes out, without Chupa by his side, but with the belt. He grabs a mic and starts talking.]

-- I sense a bit of jealousy from Anarchy... Trust me, the reason I dumped you was to start a singles career... but Lee Thomas had something different in mind, and made me team with Chup. And here we are as the best tag team in Rampage.

[Anarchy looks at Ajax, angry, and starts talking back.]

-- Hehehe... Ajax, you really believe you are the best tag team here? Well, no... What made you win those belts wasn't skill... it was raw LUCK!

[Ajax walks down the aisle and climbs the ring, and starts talking face-to-face with Anarchy.]

-- Anarchy, you are a crybaby. You're just having this tantrum because you weren't the one at my side, and you aren't the one with gold around your waist. You're just a crybaby. One that can't have what he wants so he draws the attention of everyone to him, when the truth is, everyone just want you to SHUT THE HELL UP!

[Angry, Anarchy punches Ajax, who punches Anarchy back. That evolves to a brawl to the backstage. The camera fades.]


OOC: Joint Promo between me and Ajax.

The camera opens backstage where Kendra is once again standing with the Chupacabra, the Rampage Tag Team Title belt over his shoulder. He is accompanied as always by Juan the Goat. Conspicuously absent is his co-tag title holder, Ajax.

Kendra: This week has seen a night of intense competition and rivalry as BeatDown came to a close with the Final Salute! With me is the Chupacabra, one half of the team that, in a surprise upset, took the newly-christened Rampage Tag Team Championship from former BeatDown Champions, Rated K, in their very first match together. Mr. Chupacabra...

Chupa (grinning): Please. Chupster is cool.

Kendra: Chupster, first off I have to ask, where is your tag team partner?

Chupa: Can't say as I've seen him since a lil bit after the match, missy.

A scuffle can be heard. Chupa and Kendra look to the right and the camera pans over, catching Ajax and Anarchy as they brawl in the hall! They take turns slamming each other into the concrete walls, fight in front of and past Chupa and Kendra, and continue down the hallway. As the combatants round the corner, the camera pans back to Chupa, his smile even bigger, and Kendra, who looks shocked.

Chupa: Way ta go, lil guy! He's such a lil scrapper. Don't mean I won't eventually kick his Canadian ass, but ya gotta give him credit, he's got heart!

Kendra: Shouldn't you help him?

Chupa: Nah, he's got it.

Kendra: Uh, okay... Chupster, you've been in the company now for a short time. How do you feel, capturing gold this quickly?

Chupa: Well, Ms. Kendra, it is a helluva honor ta be standin' here with this title on mah shoulder. A lotta fellas might say that, but I mean it. This here company took me in when I wasn't even that familiar with the product, gave me a place ta hang mah hat an' fight fer a livin' like I'm used to, an' I'm greatful as all hell for it. But fer Mr. Thomas ta put together me an' Ajax there- fer him ta see that chemistry when all I wanted was ta kick the lil guy's ass fer bein' associated with a dick like th' Mac Bry, well, all I can say is, mah hat's off to ya, HFD. But ta take an unproven team an' stick us inna title match this big, at the finale of our show before it switches over, that takes guts. It's a risk most bookers wouldn't'a taken, and I just gotta say fer my part, I'm proud as hell that he felt like a couple'a new guys like us had what it takes ta carry this here championship.

Kendra: Wow. That was almost eloquent.

Chupa: Don't call attention to it or I might hafta let Juan punish ya with his strangely-shaped genitals.

Kendra's eyes shoot open, shocked.

Kendra: Wha... I, uh...

Chupa: Trust me, the first time, ya won't shit right fer a week.

Kendra looks unsteady.

Kendra: Lord. Uh, so I take it that you and Ajax are getting along all right now, then?

Chupa: We're straight. He ain't bad fer bein' from the Great White North.

Kendra: Where do you see yourself going from here?

Chupa: Well, I'm still gettin' mah feet wet, so ta speak, so I figger anyone HFD wants ta send up against Ajax and me fer these belts, I'm all for. I don't like restin' on mah laurels- if I got gold, I like defendin' that gold, cuz the last thing I wanna be is a paper champion like the Hulk Hogans and Jeff Jarretts of the world. Fuck that shit. I'd rather have 15 successful strap defenses than hold the belt 15 times an' lose it the next day, ya dig?

Kendra: I dig.

Chupa: That said, I mean, I also get that Ajax has his shit to settle. I mean, look at what we just saw, right? Him and Anarchy, they'll rumble down the line, an' when that happens, I'm good with strikin' out on mah own here an' there too- I ain't used ta countin' on partners, y'know? At the Final Salute, I saw some major action, an' I'd like ta take on some of the awesome talent here in Beat... uh, Rampage. I'd even like ta mix it up with ol' HFD down the line- nuttin' personal, just I likes the competition. An' on that note, I wanna give a shoutout ta Hardcore Hero fer winnin' the big one. Ya fought hard, amigo, an' I respect that! Someday I hope ta be lookin' across the ring at ya, cuz title or not, yer the big man- an' the only way ta find out yer own measure is ta go up against the yardstick and see where ya fall, am I right? But sometime soon, I needs ta get inta a bloody deathmatch o' some sort. I do miss the hardcore shit!!!

Kendra: Any specific future goals?

Chupa: Just fightin', babe. We got the gold, so that means right now, we're best- which means other motherfuckers best get their asses ta DefCon 5 and get in line!

Kendra: Thanks for your time!

With that, the camera fades to black.

MMW Rampage #1-
The Ho Busters (The Chupacabra & Ajax) vs. Johnny Spike & Crazy Ant

Shortly after Rampage, R-Kitty and Supa Loco enter the locker room. They're grumbling at one another under their breath.

Supa Loco: ...goddamn newb bastard... first the Tag titles and now this shit. "Anarchy"... I'm gonna show THAT little ratfuck some anarchy...

R-Kitty pushes his hand back against Supa Loco and motions for quiet. With the locker room otherwise deserted, everything is silent... except for the sound of someone humming.

R-Kitty (whispering): What the hell is that?

Supa Loco (looking puzzled): I dunno, K... sounds like it's coming from... this way...

The two begin hunting down the sound. As they get closer, the sound of water spraying grows louder, and from the depths of the warbling humming comes some of the most unholy, awful singing the world has ever endured!!!

Chupa (warbling off-key): SINGIN' IN TH' BATHTUB... DUH DUH DEE DEE DEE... SINGIN' IN TH' BATHTUB, AFTER GOIN' DOWN ON MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Rated K collectively round the corner into the showers, revealing a naked (and needlessly hairy) Chupacabra, clad in nothing but his mask, washing Juan's undercarriage under the collective spray from 4 nozzles. Chupa's just scrubbing away and grinning like it's the most fun he's had all week.

Chupa: Damn, you're ripe!!! I might hafta get some bleach water an' just disinfect the shit outta ya, ya smelly-ass ol' thing! Okay, time fer the fun part...

Chupa reaches underneath Juan's hindquarters when R-Kitty (thankfully) interrupts the proceedings with a discreet clearing of his throat. The Chupster spins around, a sheepish grin on his face. Or maybe it's goatish.

Supa Loco (shocked and appalled): What in the FUCK are you DOING???

Chupa: Sorry fellas, I thought everyone'd done gone home. I was jus' washin' up ol' Juan here- he gets positively stanky sometimes!

R-Kitty: These showers aren't for livestock, Goatsucker.

Supa Loco: Who knows what kind of sick shit you're spreading! I come in here to get clean, not to contract hoof and mouth disease, or friggin' mad cow... what the HELL, MAN???

Chupa (sneering): You callin' my goat a mad cow?

Supa Loco: No, I'm calling him a skanky barnyard reject that doesn't belong amongst normal people!!!

Chupa stands, revealing yet more hair and other parts that we won't go into here. He strides over to Supa Loco; in response, R-Kitty steps a couple of paces closer.

Chupa: I'm gonna ask you one time an' one time only. You insultin' my goat?

Supa Loco: Yeah, I'm insulting your goat, and your drunken redneck ass. Matter of fact, I'm insulting your entire livestock-raping, inbred hillbilly family tree. Fuck YOU, fuck your GOAT, get the fuck OUT.

Chupa (smiling): All right. Just wanted ta make sure.

Chupa feints at Supa, then darts left and jacks R-Kitty in the jaw, knocking him back. He immediately spears Loco into the wall, but Loco repeatedly drops elbows onto the back of Chupa's head as Chupa shoulderblocks him into the cinderblock wall. R-Kitty, recovering from the cheap shot, joins the fracas with a kick to Chupa's goatsac. The Chupster grabs his nuts and falls down to his knees, opening him up for the former Tag Team Champions' kicking, stomping assault. Juan bleats plaintively as together, Rated K attempt to literally kick the shit out of Chupa.

Supa Loco (kicking away): You wanna take our belts? I'm sick of you new jackasses thinking you can come in and take our place! We're LEGENDS, goddammit!!! Comin' in here, taking our belts... washing your... goats... FUCK!

Suddenly, Ajax's voice can be heard, echoing through the locker room.

Ajax (yelling): Hey Chups! The pet store didn't have any "goat destankifier," but they said this should get rid of the fleas- you better be decent this time, you prick!

He rounds the corner into the locker room and Rated K stop in their tracks.

Ajax: What the FUCK?

Juan, seizing the opportunity, trots forward and bites the shit out of the back of R-Kitty's calf.



GRRRRRRR!!!

R-Kitty: MOTHERFU-

Ajax cuts him off with a charging clothesline, throwing him backwards over Juan and solidly onto the wet floor. Supa Loco waits as Ajax turns and nails him with a superkick, but Juan is there once again, charging into Loco and HE GETS THE HORNS!!! Loco gets knocked backwards on his ass. Juan gives chase, butting him back into the locker room as he tries to scramble to his feet and get away from the mad bastard goat.

R-Kitty hoists himself up and limps off as Ajax makes it back to his feet. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, then starts toward the Chupster to check on him.

Ajax: Chup, are you...

He then notices Chupa's extreme and offensive nakedness.

Ajax: Dude. Ewww.

Chupa: Wow. I feel really awful.

Ajax: Think they'll be back?

Chupa: Uh...nah... just a misunderstandin'... fuck, my nipple hurts, I think one'a them guys was wearin' cleats...

Ajax: You need me to call an ambulance or something?

Chupa (looking down at his chest and wincing): Nah... can you break a nipple? FUCK, that hurts...

Ajax gets over his disgust and helps the Chupster up.

Ajax: So... I'm gonna go get you a towel, and then I'm gonna scrub my eyes for a week.

...and the camera fades out.

[The Chupster]

A note: At this point I was trying to edit the videos of the matches because my matches after this point were posted in full shows, but apparently Adobe Premiere Pro is too good to edit the likes of .flv files, and let's face it, I doubt anyone that looks at this thread will be watching the vids anyway, so I'll just post links to the shows and if you feel the need to watch 'em, more power to ya.

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The camera catches the ever-masked Chupacabra and Ajax, relaxing in their respective(-ly fucked up) recliners back in their boiler room/locker room. (Doesn't that fucker EVER take off his mask?) Something with a lot of gore is flashing across the screen of their completely out of place big-screen HDTV, and for a moment, Chupa looks puzzled.

Chupa: What was it... there was somethin' I was meanin' ta talk ta you about...

On the television screen, a teenage girl gets absolutely chopped to pieces by a masked serial killer.

Chupa: Oh yeah, so like, this upcomin' match- we're defendin' against Defiler an' Anarchy.

Ajax: That we are. So?

Chupa: So don't it make ya a lil nervous, us gettin' ready ta lock horns with two fellas that went at it over the Most Hardcore title- to a draw?

Ajax: Not really, man.

Chupa: Yeah, but like- okay, so I've got me some hardcore experience under mah belt. In OCW I held the X-Violence strap a few times, an' things got pretty dicey more'n a few times. I gotta say, more'n a couple'a times, I was pretty nervous before a hardcore match.

Ajax: Eh, it's just a match, and we're the champs, right?

Chupa: True, true. Goin' inta this, I just want ya ta know, when we first got tossed together, I planned on endin' yer career somehow jus' ta get rid of yer Canadian ass, but I got ta know ya, an' just in case somethin' happens, I want ya ta know that I respect ya, and if anything happens ta either of us, well, it's been an honor.

Ajax looks over at Chupa, looking a little bit nervous.

Ajax: You think something could happen out there?

Chupa: Aw, who knows, right? I just know their last lil match was pretty violent, an' this time, instead'a bein' directed at each other, all'a that violent intent is gonna be aimed directly at us, so it could get kind'a hurtful out there.

Ajax: Yeah, but... it's not like, a hardcore match. Right?

Chupa: I ever tell ya how I got mah arm bone snapped like a twig in a regular match?

Ajax's apprehension grows.

Chupa: Yeah, this lil manager fuck, took ol' Bessy here and just smashed the shit out of mah forearm. It wasn't even a championship match. And that was just a lil manager dude, not a guy known fer beatin' the piss outta people with weapons.

Ajax's eyes widen.

Chupa: Yep, brotha- an' with these two bastards, I just dunno. I just want ya ta know, if anything happens to ya, I'm gonna miss ya. Yer a good guy, ya hear?

Ajax: And I appreciate that, but... you don't really think anything's going to happen, right? I mean, it's just a match.

Chupa: Dudes bloodied the piss outta each other purty good over gold last week. I'm thinkin' this week, they're gonna be out fer blood, an' this time I don't think it's gonna go to a draw. I gotta be honest, I ain't likin' our chances o' leavin' without some injuries. That's why I called earlier an' made sure my life insurance was paid up, an' I got an appointment with a lawyer ta make sure mah will's all legal an' up-ta-date.

Ajax: Fuck!

Chupa: Yep yep yep... just dunno what's gonna happen out there this time around. Could be some serious shit.

Ajax: Well... well what are we gonna do? I don't wanna have my career ended by a couple of backyard wrestling assholes!

Chupa: I'm sure we'll be fine, man.

Ajax: Fuck!

The two continue to watch the movie. Ajax visibly grows more anxious.

Ajax: Maybe we should get in a preemptive strike! Yeah, that would swing things in our favor!

Chupa: Oh, I dunno about that. I'd hate ta get like, suspended.

Ajax: Yeah, but even if we did, then we don't have to face them, and on top of it we beat their asses in!

Chupa: I dunno, man...

Ajax: C'mon, man. Consider it an insurance policy. Worst case scenario, we're facing a couple of injured losers at Rampage, instead of freshly-pissed off murder machines, right?

Chupa thinks this over for a few moments.

Chupa: Well, if ya think it's a good idea.

The two get out of their chairs. Chupa pulls out ol' Bessy while Ajax fumbles around and comes up with a chair.

Chupa: Okay man, listen. Are you sure you wanna do this?

Ajax: Hell yeah!

Chupa: All right. LET'S GO KICK SOME ASS!!!

Ajax: YEAH!!!

At that moment, the door is kicked inwards as two men rush into the room. It's Anarchy and Defiler, each armed with a chair! Defiler shoves Ajax backwards into the tv, knocking both it and him over the tv stand and to the floor. Anarchy brains Chupa with a chairshot and the two stomp away at the Chupacabra! Ajax yells and scrambles over the tv stand, and the two assailants haul ass out of the boiler room.

Ajax makes it over to Chupa, whose mask is stained crimson across the forehead and face. A puddle of viscous red drips from the end of his nose as Ajax pulls him to his feet.

Ajax (shocked): What the... what the fuck! What the FUCK! How did they...

Chupa: Wow. Well, that was a coincidence and a half. Frickin' OW.

Ajax: Are you all right, man? You're all kinds of busted open!

Chupa: Unh. I feel a little funny. I might need ta throw up a little.

Ajax: Dude, we gotta get 'em for this! This is some shit!

Chupa: Yeah, maybe we should...

At this, the door is kicked open again, and Defiler and Anarchy rush in, chairs raised over their heads, yelling! Ajax involuntarily screams and almost jumps out of his skin, then snatches his chair off the floor. Defiler and Anarchy stop in their tracks and start laughing their asses off. Chupa turns to Ajax with a huge grin on his face.

Chupa (grinning): Two fer flinchin'.

He slugs the stunned Ajax in the arm twice, hard.

Ajax: What... what the FUCK???

Chupa starts laughing. Ajax begins to notice that there's something amiss with Defiler and Anarchy.

Chupa: Dude, the look on your face- that was PRICELESS!!!

Ajax: Wait a sec.

Chupa: Yeah, it was all a setup.

"Defiler" and "Anarchy" take off their wigs, still giggling. Underneath are a couple of local jobbers.

Ajax: You mean all of that talk about the match...

Chupa: Yep.

Ajax: Just to get me worked up...

Chupa: Yup.

Ajax: And these guys...

Chupa: Uh-huh.

Ajax: For a fuckin' "two-for-flinching" joke?

Chupa: Heh, yeah.

Ajax: But you were busted open!!!

Chupa yanks off his mask, revealing his bald-headedness, reaches in and pulls out a red goo-covered balloon.

Chupa: Food colorin' an' corn syrup, brotha!

Ajax shakes his head and laughs.

Ajax: Oh, that's a good one.

All four men start laughing. Suddenly Ajax pulls up his chair and swings, cracking Chupa across the head and dropping him like a bad habit!

Ajax (yelling): I DON'T LIKE PRACTICAL JOKES!!!

The two fakes stand there aghast as Ajax throws down the chair and storms out, leaving an unconscious Chupa laying on the floor. They fidget nervously for a moment.

"Defiler": So... do you think we'll still get paid?

Fade out.




MMW Rampage #3-
Ho Busters (Ajax and Chupacabra) © vs Anarchy and Damien "The Prophet" Defiler
LINK: www.viddler.com/explore/dgran98/videos/6/0.832




SummerTime Bruise Press Conference:
On the way out, HFD and Angelos pass an incoming Chupacabra. Obviously steamed, the Tag Title-wearing Chups and Angelos stop, staring each other down for a few moments, and the crowd of reporters starts buzzing. Chupa turns and shakes HFD's hand, but appears to have a few choice words for Angelos before stalking off towards the stage.

Chupa heads directly towards the podium, threatening the announcer, who backs off.

Chupa (leaning into the mic): 'Sup, y'all? For those that don't know me- an' there should be damn few of ya!- I'm the Chupacabra, one half o' Ho Busters, THE number one tag team on Rampage today! I'll be takin' a few questions I guess. You, there in the suit. No, the other suit. Dammit, look where I'm pointin'! Yeah, that guy.

Journalist: Why isn't your tag team partner Ajax with you?

Chupa (smiling): He's a lil busy getting tag teamed himself right now. An' on a more serious note, he an' that Angelos fella ain't allowed within 50 feet o' one another till SummerTime Bruise. Next! Yeah, the guy with the pedophile mustache. Yeah you, Clyde.

"Clyde": What are your thoughts going into this tag team title defense? Mr. Thomas...

Chupa (cutting the guy off): Look, I came inta this joint, an' HFD took me under his wing when I didn't have a clue, when he didn't hafta. I'll always have respect fer him fer that. That said, there's somethin' screwy goin' on with him an' this Angelos guy, but the fact o' the matter is this- HFD made this match, an' he knows that far as I'm concerned, there ain't no friends 'cept the ones that the booker gives ya, so I'm gonna go in there same as always- beatin' down the other guys best I can. Just cuz I like a guy don't mean I'm gonna protect him in that ring. Okay, next fella- you with the spit curl.

"Spit Curl": Since this will be the first time you're all together since your debut, any thoughts on the WarZone talent?

Chupa thinks about it for a minute.

Chupa: Well... since some'a these fellas might end up bein' my co-workers here in the next week or so, I can't rightly say nothin'. All I know is, next crossbrand pay-per-view, if Ho Busters still have the straps, we take on all comers, and next time around we're gonna wanna step up an' fight whoever's holdin' the WarZone straps. Ajax an' I, we're fightin' champs, we wanna defend these here belts every time we get in that ring if we can, but for one night, we wanna unify these bad daddies, show the world who the real badasses of MMW are! Okay, one more question. You, with the tits.

"Tits": That is a SEXIST remark!

Chupa (shrugging): Sure is! Fuck off. Okay, you with the Justin Credible shirt on.

"Justin Credible Shirt": Um, I'm just a mic tech, I didn't have my hand up.

Chupa: My bad. You, with the pimp-ass fedora.

"Pimp-Ass Fedora": Have you given any consideration to losing this match and with it, your protection from the draft?

Chupa: Bud, I'll tell you, same as anyone else. The Chupster is adaptable. You throw me in a pit full'a alligators, I'm gonna work 'em like the gators they are. You take me out an' throw me inna pool of piranha, my ass'll learn ta fish REAL quick. But it don't matter where I go or who I'm workin' with, you can be certain'a three things: One, I'm gonna be a violent asshole. Two, I'm always- ALWAYS- gonna strive ta climb that ladder while everyone else is busy posin'. An' Three: I like goats.

"Pimp-Ass Fedora": I don't think I under...

Chupa: That's it everyone, thanks fer bein' interested. Kids, eat yer vitamins an' drink yer milk! Cosby fo' President, bitches! I'm out.

Smiling from ear to ear (or at least as close as you can tell watching a guy in a mask), the Chupster hops down and exits, waving to the cameras.

Ajax Meets up with Chup before going to the stage and answer some questions


Chup: Oh Ajax.. Yer' here?

Ajax: Yeah bro.. I'd thought I'd answer some questions to

Chup: Alright well.. Yer' best watch out fer' Angelos..



Ajax: No worries Chup.. I'll be fine

Ajax Comes out in a suit and heads towards the podium

Ajax: Hello everybody.. For those of you who don't know me.. I'm one half of the MMW Rampage tag team champions "The Ho Busters" alongside my good friend Chupacabra

Journalist: Mr.Ajax!.. Whats happening between you and The Mafia?



Ajax Laughs at the Journalists question and pulls out a blood soaked Fedora that belongs to Don Battaglia

Ajax: Lets say the guy comes from SPW and he "Smashed" the Don?



Ajax Winks and moves on with the other questions

Ajax: You there! With the Kaientai shirt!

"Kaientai Shirt Journalist": INDEEEED!.. Anyways Ajax.. What do you think of your opponents at Summer Time Bruise?

Ajax: I have alot of respect for Lee Thomas.. I worked for his Vengeance Pro Wrestling promotion.. And now I'm working for MMW. Vincent Is quite the unique character.. He's a good wrestler I'll give him that.. But I can't wait to get my hands on him come Summer Time Bruise.

Ajax: You, With the D-Lo Brown shaped head



"D-Lo Brown Shaped Head Journalist": Er.. Thanks? What happens if you guys lose the tag title and one of you gets drafted to WarZone?

Ajax: Then.. It's unfortunately the end of The Ho Busters.



Ajax Wipes a tear from his eye and leaves the press conference



Journalist: Hey we still have more questions!

Ajax: Leave me alone man.. I gotta think about this.

Ajax Walks to the Parking Lot and goes home

MMW SummerTime Bruise 2010 PPV-
Ho Busters (Ajax and Chupacabra) © vs High Flying Dwarf & Vincent Angelos
LINK: www.viddler.com/explore/dgran98/videos/11/1.1




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At this point, I ended my MMW career. More on that in a bit. First, Bloodraven's brief career as a jobber in MMW. LOL

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MMW Rampage #3-
Non-Title: Bloodraven vs. Intercontinental Champion L.A.W.
LINK: www.viddler.com/explore/dgran98/videos/4/0.789



A note: At this point, due to either internet/computer probs or indifference (I really don't know which), long-time MMW wrestler L.A.W. was holding the Rampage Intercontinental Championship, but hadn't really promoed it in a while. (If ever. I wasn't keeping tabs.) Meanwhile, Rampage found itself needing some jobber characters, so I offered up my other created OCW wrestlers- Bloodraven and the Sinner Twins. I had planned on promoing any of them that were used whenever it happened, but didn't get around to promoing Bloodraven until after the match.

The match was an extremely close one, won via count-out by a split second. Shortly after this, L.A.W. came back with the following promo, and I decided that it would definitely be cool to respond. Even though he was signed as a jobber, I wanted to get something going for Bloodraven to try to develop him past a paper character no one would give a shit about.

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The scene opens to the camera scanning over the audience of thousands of cheering MMW Rampage fans. The fans are interrupted when the arena lighting dims slightly and "Bet I Bust" by B.O.B. hits the Rampage P.A. system. The atmosphere in the arena quickly changes from a very festive and energetic group of fans into an angry mob shouting boos toward the Rampage Intercontinental Champion, L.A.W., who slowly emerges from behind the curtain with the the championship belt fastened around his waist. L.A.W. continues down the ramp, enters the ring and grabs a mic as usual.

October 10th, 2008.

The crowd slowly begins to quiet down with both interest and confusion

The October 10th edition of BeatDown in 2008 marked the debut of a new tag team. Consisting of myself and Hardcore Hero "The Hardcore LAW" debuted against a team known as The Myztikz. We won our inaugural match and since then The Myztkiz have faded off into obscurity. But what happened on that night is not what's important. Whats important is what happened nearly 6 months later at MMW Big Brawl 2009. The Hardcore LAW entered Big Brawl as just another couple of challengers, but left with our heads held high as The World Tag Team Champions.

The crowd reacts with a mixed slurry of shouting, boos, chants, and cheers. They can't all agree on what to do because they want to cheer the World Champion Hardcore Hero, but they also are still disgusted at L.A.W.

Now, after winning my first championship gold in MMW some things happened and depending on who you ask you might get different answers. But again, what happened then is not what's important so lets skip ahead to January 5th, 2010; almost an entire year later. I am a member of The No Remorse Mafia, I am better than I have ever been before. I recorded a message and sent it to MMW HQ to be shown on the next BeatDown. In that message I covered a couple of topics but my main point was that in 2010 you can expect L.A.W. to hold MMW gold without being tethered to a partner that you must trust to defend it with. I made a promise that I would win my first MMW Singles Championship within the next year.

After the last statement by L.A.W. the crowd is all now back on the same page throwing boos at the Intercontinental Champion standing center-ring staring out into the thousands sending no love back.

Fast forward just over 6 months later, where am I? I am standing in the middle of the ring at BeatDown's Final Salute holding that gold I promised I could win without my so-called partner in the ring with me and I got there without the backing of you so-called "fans".

The boos grow even more fierce toward L.A.W.'s apparent arrogance

Now I am standing in the middle of the ring on MMW Rampage as the first Intercontinental Champion; a feat that will not fade away as The Myztkiz or Hardcore LAW did. So what's next for YOUR Intercontinental Champion? Am I just going to sit where I currently am in the rankings?(laughs)No! If anyone in that crowd thinks I am content with where I am right now you are in for a hell of a surprise. And if anyone back there in that locker room that thinks I've reached my peak, if you for a split second think that I am not capable of much, much more; you are in for a much bigger surprise as you will be laying on your back in the middle of that ring with me standing over you!

I am on my way to much bigger things, so consider this my 6 month notice.

A slightly altered exit version of Bet I Bust hits the P.A. System as L.A.W. drops the mic, exits the ring, and walks up the ramp without looking at any of the enraged fans.

In the beginning... nothing but darkness. Darkness and a rustling. A caw, here and there, echoing off of invisible walls, menacing for its lack of direction; and then, in the distance, a pinprick of light- the flickering to life of a candle's bare flame.

As candle comes into focus, others around it begin to magically dance into existence, pushing back the darkness... but barely. Closer to the light, and illuminated by it a table; thirteen candles, previously burned and melted into the scratched, dirty surface.

A few items are scattered here and there- a dirty, open tube of lipstick. An open container of white face, contaminated by dust. Black cream facepaint spilled from a large tube across the tabletop, pooled in a dirty bowl.

And still, the rustling, just out of range of the light. Pinpricks of reflective light, of glassy ebon eyes, staring back from the darkness, then turned away. The candles flare bright, coming into their full potential, and parts of the room are revealed in the pulsating, scintillating light: machinery and tools, chains and cold, hard concrete.

An almost growling vocalization, choked into a huff, followed by a caw; swinging upwards, threaded through the darkness are pipes hung beneath the dingy, dank ceiling, and hundreds of glassy eyes, forced into sharp relief by the incandescent glare in shuddering waves. Dozens of black beaks, wings, fluttering in the darkness. And amongst them, something larger...

Leaning forward, a face breaks from the surface of night as if from an obsidian pool- a face drained and pale and motionless as that of a corpse, with dark markings, the only color visible the dark and rich crimson of its piercing, unblinking eyes. Closer and the deep red of the stringy locks of hair fall forward, and just a hint of red about the blackened lips. He sits on his haunches amidst the pipes and his kin, supported by a nearby ceiling brace. His shoulder flutters to life; another large crow, an enormous raven, its feathers reflecting the same deep sanguineous red as the scattered hair hanging from its perch.

"A caveat, code, rule, regulation... writ... legislation," he whispers, just within hearing. "A LAW. A covenant, a decree between a governing body and those it protects. Men in power. Men WITH power. It is often said: Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men. Lord Acton's words, they ring true."

He licks his lips. "Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. Proverbs 16:18. L.A.W., your pride, it certainly does goeth. You handed me my first taste of defeat here; holding me back so you could escape the lions' den, but you haven't yet gotten so far that my claws cannot find you. A split second. A split second is the only difference between you and me, a split second is your only victory. Remember that, L.A.W. All that glisters is not gold. An insignificant temporal aberration is all you have- is all there is- between light..."

He slams his hands together, and the candles' light is instantly eradicated.

"And dark. Now, which of us do you think is really in the dark?"

A moment passes- more sightless shuffling in the dark, and then a whisper.

"I'll see you soon."

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[The Chupster]

So last night, I quit MMW.

To this point, I had been hired onto the Rampage Creative Team, which was cool- even if pretty much everyone who was active was hired on as well. I'm not entirely sure what our purpose was. Sure, there were a couple of times that we all got together in the Rampage Creative Team chatroom and threw around some ideas, but the majority of the actual decisions were made by 3 guys (out of a team of, I dunno, like 8 guys) and not usually really discussed with the rest of us, so I just sort of sat back and let things go.

Additionally I was one of two people appointed to Warzone, the 'big brother' fed, as a Creative Team liaison, although I don't even think they really had a team- pretty much just Big Pete, far as I know. Anyway.

I was interested in trying to help the fed become a more organized place for the end user, but frankly, after the last few years of OCW- especially this last one- I just wanted to be a player again. I really, really didn't want any responsibility or to be anything even close to being in charge in any way, shape or form.

It's sort of ironic, because what drew me to BeatDown/Rampage ended up being one of the main reasons I left. I just wanted to play somewhere new, where the deck wasn't stacked towards or against me, and to have my character's career grow based solely on merit. But more than that, I just simply wanted what was missing here in OCW for the past couple of years, at least for me: a place where people actually responded and participated.

Things started off good. I was enjoying myself. But then I got, for lack of a better term, saddled with the Tag Team Championship early on, which led to two things: 1- a series of matches against NPCs- and 2- hardly any repeat matches- so basically, no way to build any kind of a feud, fighting different people every single week.

Now, before I go any further, I definitely want to say that I had a good time promoing with my tag partner. Ajax is a great guy, and I'm not saying that getting tagged up with him was a bad thing- but as BeatDown/Rampage has a serious lack of consistent tag teams, and on top of that half the time we were facing NPC teams- you just can't really build a good feud/storyline like that without more work than I was really wanting to put out.

So basically, I went from having a good time to the exact opposite of what made it fun for me.

And I realize that I could've said something. I was trying to ride it out, because I figured we'd lose the belts sooner or later, and I didn't join the fed to be a tag team wrestler- I figured eventually we'd drop the straps and I could go my merry way.

But after a couple of months, the honeymoon was over. The Creative Team thing was a bust- any call for people to get to the chatroom was usually just to vent spleen over someone that had pissed on someone else's shoes, typically over another fed on the boards, SPW- and overall, things had just fallen apart.

So shortly after the SummerTime Bruise PPV, I had started really, really considering dropping out. Coincidentally, at that point I had a particular Friday where everything went to shit and I thought/felt like my life was going to have to go through some painful changes, and I posted over there (in my Superhero Beatdown mod thread) that I might not be on that much, or I might be back the next day, I didn't know. Everything blew over and I was on all weekend.

A couple of things resulted from this, or seemed to- one guy that had asked me for help with a promo that was going to include Chupa cut me out of the promo altogether, stating in the final promo that I seemed 'too busy', and he apologized for it, but unintentional as it was, it was one more straw- and one that, being interaction, was one I'd actually been looking forward to.

Secondly, a decision was made to do a promo where Chupa would be injured for the week. I caught this in the Creative Team chatroom well over a week before it happened- because frankly, it still hasn't yet- and I asked why it was happening, apologized for not saying anything regarding my sticking around, etc.- I just assumed that they would've seen me on all weekend and thought everything was cool, and I had never meant that I was leaving the efed, just that I was going to have to drop off from modding for a while, but I had neglected to make that clear in my post. The response I got was that it was only for a week (so one show), and that it was so Angelos and my tag partner, Ajax, could have a match, and then Chupa could come back the week after and have a revenge match or whatever.

Nevermind that Chupa and Ajax had had singles matches since getting the straps- okay, once, but still- Chupa had to get injured for it to happen? And if my post had been the cause, couldn't someone have messaged me to shoot the idea past me?

One more straw on the pile. And that one was a BIG one.

Then, dgran, the coding wiz on MpireMall, decided to do some new coding for the game to enhance the shows, and hey- I have nothing against that, that's stellar, especially the stuff he's working on! But, I had already been waiting a week for this "promo" to materialize, so I'd been sitting on my hands. Then I realized that it was going to be a part of the actual show- so it wouldn't happen until the show was actually simmed and posted, which was delayed indefinitely until the code was up and running.

So basically, Chupa came out of a PPV match and sat on his ass for a week, during which I could've promoed, but I was waiting on an injury to happen, only to find out that the injury was going to happen at the show I was booked on, which wasn't going to happen until God knows when.

Another straw, and the camel was creakin'.

So L.A.W. comes back and finally promos after winning the Intercontinental Championship in absentia. Bloodraven had just fought- and nearly beat- him in a nontitle match at Rampage 3. I figure, hell, I'll toss up a promo and see if he bites- it would be cool to have something else going on the side, just to have SOMETHING going on. I post the above Bloodraven promo.

I see that L.A.W. is on, and I'm thinking, this is gonna be cool. I mean, I put his name in the promo title, he's gonna have to at least say something, RIGHT?

I wait, and wait. Not a word. Not a blip. The promo had 48 views and one comment.


Big straw. BIG FUCKIN' STRAW.


So finally, out of boredom- at this point I've just resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to wait for the injury and promo afterwards, but this is before the announcement that the show is delayed- I decide to pop into the MMW Feedback Thread, where people can ask for feedback on their promos. I'd never asked for feedback, and there were some people that were like constantly asking for feedback, and I just wanted to gauge interest, see what people liked or didn't.

And I got no interest at all. Not a post. Not a word.

Straw.


So finally, last night, I'd about had it- I was just tired of messing with promoing for a fed that had- for me, anyway- taken all of the fun out of itself. I'm browsing the board in between bouts of Spider-Man: Shattered Dimensions when something catches my eye. A little logo that hadn't been there before, under the MMW area, that read: Affiated with CWC. (link: www.wearecwc.com )

So I was like, CWC? WTF is CWC? When did this happen? I mean, don't get me wrong- not my fed and I know that- but if I'm on the Creative Team for one of the feds, and hell, liaison to the other, I'd think I'd be notified in some way that we're affiliating ourselves with a conglomeration of efeds, right?

Which is what CWC is- basically a group of efeds that have banded together to [insert whatever here]. Meh.

But not even a post. Nothing, just this icon, out of nowhere.

So, minor, minor straw- but the final one.

At this point, I'm like, okay. I join a fed and I'm having a great time for all of like 2-3 weeks. Then I get shoehorned into a team that kills the fun I was having (no offense to my partner, he's a great guy) due to a lack of any real participating opponents, put on a 'creative team' and promptly ignored and locked out of any actual decision making by said team, can't build a feud to save my life, can't get a champion who came back (and thus should be looking for a good starter feud with a jobber) after forever to even notice my promo, and can't get any feedback on anything I'm doing, while my main guy is scheduled to get injured and miss a show- which should've been a week, but ends up being more than that due to technical difficulties. And the CWC thing.


So I quit.


And I'm sure that someone from the Mall will see this thread, and people are going to probably feel hurt or something, so I'll say it right now: I'm not trying to burn bridges or point fingers or assign blame, because there's plenty to go around. Lots of things went wrong just the right way to get me to quit, but I'm the kind of guy that would rather make a clean break and just stop doing something than linger on and start really resenting people and/or whatever it is I'm doing. By the same token, like any good supervillain, I have an overwhelming desire to be understood. If this comes off like I'm an asshole, I'm sorry, but I didn't join a fed to be dumped into a corner and forgotten about.

In a lot of ways, this post is more for myself than anyone. In a couple of years, when I'm old(er) and decrepit(er), I'll be able to hop on here and read and think, "Wow, so that's what happened. Now, I just need to slip into some fresh adult diapers."


And my final note. I ran OCW here for seven years. Regardless of how the last 2 years of that went, after getting/being used to a specific fed like this for that long, it's a hell of an adjustment to just jump feet first into a new pond, and sometimes, that pond just doesn't fit too well.

I still support MMW- it's got a good group of guys and the active ones, for the most part, are passionate about what they're doing. I also don't really harbor any bad feelings about the whole thing; sometimes things just happen a certain way for a reason. A great man once postulated, "Shit happens." If there were ever a scientific study to prove this statement in an efed environment, I think this would advance this idea straight to fact in a giddyup hurry.

So that's the story. Now I have some closure, and anyone who reads this will want their 5 minutes back. w00t!

[Deleted]

It hasn't been too long but I feel that Rampage probably benefited in the long term from having that massive fallout, i'm not happy it happened but yeah, as you say "shit happens", just moving on

[The Chupster]

Everything happens for a reason, man- it's just a rock in the structure of life's path, and in the end things usually turn out for the best all around.

In my experience anyway, heh.