RFW: SS Byrd vs RFMark vs The Reaper (Tourney finals)

[PanterA]

*The Lights in the arena cut out*

The Reaper: *over the house speakers in the pitch dark The Reaper in a deep dark voice* "My mission is nearly complete. My goal is within my grasp. Nothing can stop me now. Bryd & Mark your time is near. Your passing has been foreseen. Kiss your loved ones and sign your wills. You're about to be Touched by Death!"

*A huge explosion hits the ring and the light come on and threw the smoke you can see 2 large hour glasses are counting down in the center of the ring.*


http://www.kent.wednet.edu/pcpow/questions/calc/reindeer7/sleigh.gifI crush the rush. I rule you fool.

[RF Godfather]

THE RF.Net DISCLAIMER
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This is property of RFM Productions and anything produced herein is subject to copyrights and patents pending. If you are offended by anything, situations, language and the like mentioned below, ignore this roleplay... if not, enjoy. Edited for the fed.
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THE LEGACY PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" and professional wrestling as you know it...<img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif><font color=blue>THE PROTOTYPE</font><img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif>
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Overall RP Record: 399-8-8World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 2-0-1RFW Titles Held:Not AvailableRFW Titles Current:Not AvailableCurrent Stable: THE LEGACYCurrent Members: Gwen, OIC, Sweet Melissa, gvacNext RFW Board Victim(s): <font color=red>SS Byrd - The Reaper
(RFW World Title Triple Threat Match)</font>

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JR: Well, Paul I wonder when The Prototype and SS Byrd will finally make thier presence felt, after the Reaper has graced us.... *hears something in his earpiece* What is this... I think we have The Prototype in the hallway... can we get a camera there?

[The Prototype is alone walking down a darkened hallway. He is seen talking on a cellphone as a man taps him on his shoulder and startles RFM. He turns around and nails the person in the head laying him out. RFM looks down and smiles.]

JR: That's gonna smart.

RFM: *continues his call* I'll get back to you hun! *click* Who is that I just knocked knocked out? It's The Newbie! Big loss! *picks up the mic as he glares at the camera with his blood shot eyes* Hey LEGACY marks, it is I, THE PROTOTYPE not looking too well, had a long night up preparing for the match that will make or break but more likely will make me into a bonafided worldwide superstar that my following has known for years in the indy circuit. Sunday, Bloody, Sunday will be the day that THE LEGACY will finally get its retribution! All the haters, all the mockers, all the nonbelievers will finally realize who I be, my ontology will not be denied! Everyone will know who THE PROTOTYPE IS! *pop* THE LEGACY will become the greatest faction in wrestling history when I win this match, fair and square. I've survived Coda, the Fransico Brothers, Poochie trying to screw me over, this that and the other thing and where am I now? I am in the finals as it is written in the history books and this match can and will end in one way, The Prototype will be crowned the newest RFW World Heavyweight Champion! *bigger pop* The Reaper may preach the end of myself and Byrd with his small hourglasses and that our time is up or what have you but you know what? He knows nothing of what I am and what I possess. He might have the size advantage on me but I have been wrestling longer than he has ever done and I'm more prepared for this match than them put together. That is why I have disappeared for a time being. You know what... to prove my point, I want this special main event with a little gimmick attached to it! Let's make this even better.... never been done outside of WCW but I think I want to reinstate it here in the RFW!!!!

JR: What can he be talking about?

RFM: This will be remembered for decades to come... I want to make this RFW Triple Threat World Title Match isolated within the TRIPLE TIER CAGE... I call it the Rage in the Cage!

<marquee> HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

[Tazz1376]

::Byrd watches in the back, as RFMark challenges The Reaper and Byrd to a triple tier cage match.::

Byrd (laughing): "He thinks I'm scared of a cage? That's great."

::Byrd walks away from the camera.::

JR: "Where is he going?"

::Commercial break::

::As we come back, Byrd is slowly making his way down the ramp to "Sad But True." Byrd makes his way into the ring.::

Byrd: "Cut my music."

::Loud boos::

Byrd: "Shut up you idiots."

::Louder boos::

Byrd: "Keep it up. All I got is time."

::The crowd calms down.::

Byrd: "Now, I am sitting in the back, and I hear the Reaper out here running his mouth. He stands around with some hourglasses. Big fu*BEEP*ing deal."

JR: "We apologize for Byrd's language folks."

Byrd: "You think that cheesy artistic, movie set sh*BEEP*t scares me? Fat fu*BEEP*ing chance. You bring it fatso."

JR: "Someone needs to cut his mic."

Byrd: "Now that that sack of sh*BEEP*t is out of the way, lets move onto "The Prototype."

::Huge pop.::

Byrd: "RFMark. A man who thinks that he is the best in this business. Well, son, the last time I checked. You have never beaten me."

PH: "Well, that's true, JR."

JR: "They have never faced each other, Paul."

PH: "So?"

Byrd: "You say you want this match in a triple cage? You asked me if I could handle it? You think for two seconds I am afraid of a cage? Do you think I am scared of weapons? Do you think I fear blood?"

::Byrd walks up to the nearest camera and proceeds to blade, right on TV.::

JR: "That sick bastard just cut himself open with a razor blade."

::The blood begins to pour out of the head of Byrd. Within seconds, his face is completely covered.::

PH: "Oh my God. That's a sick man."

Byrd: "Does it look like I am scared of bleeding? Fu*BEEP* no!!!!!!!!! You want a cage, you want weapons? You want blood? Well, you got it bitch. I demand that that punk Bobby Washington sign this damn match. Because, what you don't understand RFMark, what you don't understand Reaper, is that the world title is my destiny. And I will go through hell to get it. I don't care who I hurt, I don't care if I get hurt, but I will not stop until that belt is around my waist. Consider yourselves warned."

::Byrd throws the microphone out of the ring. He then rubs some of the blood of his face and flicks it towards the announce table.::

JR: "That was sick. I hope somebody stops this man. Can you imagine this sick freak as the RFW World Champion?"

PH: "Well, come this Sunday he will have some kind of gold around his waist. It's guaranteed. Three men, three belts. Each will leave with a title."

JR: "That's right Paul. But will it be in a triple tier cage? It seems that two of the participants are ready for it. Now, we have to wait to hear from management."

::Byrd is making his way up the ramp, covered in blood. He is licking the blood off his fingers, laughing the whole time. He is talking to himself. "Three more days, three more days, the blood will not be mine."::

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[PanterA]

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*HUGE POP as The Blaze makes his way to the ring. Still bandaged and bruised from last Sundays match*

JR: "Well here's what everyone's been waiting for, Bobby The Blaze Washington, RFW's commissioner is going to tell us if the main event for this coming Sunday Bloody Sunday, which is the final round of The Tournament for The Belts."

Paul: "And I cant think of a better way to end this tournament then in a triple tier cage match."

JR: "Well that's what was suggested by RFM The Prototype the other night, and well we saw that disgusting display from SS Byrd a few moments ago so we know he's in. As for The Reaper, well I don't think he cares what the match is, that's the scary part.

Paul: "Yes, between The Reaper and Byrd I don't know who I'm rooting for."

The Blaze: "Well first I'd like to say it's great to be here tonight in front of all my fans here in The Benington Memorial Stadium!"

*HUGE cheap POP*

Paul: "What an ass!"

The Blaze: "Now we all know that this Sunday is going to be the final round of the tournament for the belts. *pop* The 3 men competeing in this event is The Reaper *no reaction* SS Byrd *boos*, and *cheering* The Prototype RFM *big pop*. Now the other night RFMark cut a promo stating how he wants this match to be a triple tier cage match *huge pop*. The second i heard it, i not only loved the idea, *cheering* I got right to work and got all the legal documents together to make this match happen.*Huge pop*"

JR: "You heard it folks the triple tier match this Sunday is ON!"

The Blaze: "Now this is how it will work, All 3 men will enter the first cage. They will have to make it to the second cage. Inside the second cage chairs, kendo sticks and baseball bats lining the inside along with the Hard-core belt. If one of the men want to exit with the Hard-core belt all they need to do is grab that belt and leave the arena Hard-core Champion. If Mark, Byrd, or Reaper decides to take that belt then they are no longer in the match and will be instructed to leave the arena. The other 2 will have to make there way to the third cage. Inside the third cage barbed wire, cheese graters, sledgehammers, glass and the Intercontinental belt. Same thing goes with that, if they decide to take that belt then they will leave the arena IC Champion. Finally on top of the 3rd cage hanging 35 feet in the air will be the World Championship Belt! The man who successfully removes the belt from the links will be RFW's first ever World Heavy Weight Champion! *HUGE POP*"

JR: "My God what a match that will be!"

The Blaze: "You all know that I'm supposed to be impartial to all the matches but...*grabbing his ribs and clinching his neck* RFM, The Reaper...I ask for one favor. You see SS Byrd is the reason I'm standing here wrapped in bandages. *loud boos* Now I will consider it a personal favor if you make this Sunday a living hell for SS Byrd! *Huge Pop* AND BYRD YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!!"

*The Blaze drops the mic, waves to the crowd and exits the arena with the crowd going crazy the Blazes entire slow limping walk up the ramp*

http://www.kent.wednet.edu/pcpow/questions/calc/reindeer7/sleigh.gifI crush the rush. I rule you fool.

[RF Godfather]

THE RF.Net DISCLAIMER
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This is property of RFM Productions and anything produced herein is subject to copyrights and patents pending. If you are offended by anything, situations, language and the like mentioned below, ignore this roleplay... if not, enjoy. Edited for the fed.
__________________________________________________ _____________________________
THE LEGACY PRESENTS...
the pinnacle of "sports-entertainment" and professional wrestling as you know it...<img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif><font color=blue>THE PROTOTYPE</font><img src=http://members.aol.com/razorxhall/images/twolightsredgreen.gif>
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Overall RP Record: 399-8-8World Titles: 56Miscellaneous Titles:89RFW Current Record: 2-0-1RFW Titles Held:Not AvailableRFW Titles Current:Not AvailableCurrent Stable: THE LEGACYCurrent Members: Gwen, OIC, Sweet Melissa, gvacNext RFW Board Victim(s): <font color=red>SS Byrd - The Reaper</font>
("Rage in the Cage" for all the Titles)

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[Live from the Whatleydome in Florida there is a live RFW show already in progress. Two local jobbers are working the dark match. Jim Ross and Paul Heyman are ringside for the action.]

Jim Ross: Look at these two young wrestlers going at it in the ring. They are really showing alot of spirit and athleticism but the crowd is not really into it... What gives Paul?

Paul Heyman: What do you expect, these fans nowadays don't care about wrestling ability they only cheer for guys like Coda and THE LEGACY because they are established superstars.

Jim Ross: Good point. Times have changed. *looks above the ring* Hey Paul, what is that hanging over the squared circle?

Paul Heyman: It looks like an odd shaped cage.

Jim Ross: That's not part of the show I wonder what that is all abou....

[Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out in an instant. The newly arriving crowd is looking around in confusion as the lights in the arena are flickering sporatically. A loud boom with a flash of light is set off on the entranceway as the local workers are standing inside the ring enthralled by the disruption.]

Jim Ross: What the hell is this Paul? What can happen now?!? The show just started!

Paul Heyman: We'll find out won't we, Mr. Impatient!

[The lights continue to flicker on and off as 4 people difficult to ascertain due to the lighting jump over the guardrails from opposite directions and enter the ring. The lights stops and its...]

Jim Ross: IT's THE LEGACY that has surrounded the wrestlers! What do they have in store for these guys?

[OIC extends his hand to one of the rasslers and that individual returns the favor. Gvac with a briefcase in one hand, Sweet Melissa, and Gwen with her cellphone stands on looks down on these men.]

Jim Ross: Has these guys joined THE LEGACY?!?

[OIC holds onto the handshake, pulls the guy to him closer and lays his out with a Clothesline form Hell.]

Paul Heyman: It looks like that was for NOT!

[Gvac looks at the other guy, smiles at him and takes a swing with the briefcase and the man is automatically busted open.]

Paul Heyman: That's an EXTREME hit!

[Gwen looks at the men and begins to bark orders with her cellphone in hand at Gvac and OIC as Sweet Melissa lighty laughs at the pummeling they are giving the men.]

Jim Ross: This is terrible! Has THE LEGACY gone heel? What's this? Upon instruction from "the Higher Power" Gwen, Gvac has gotten the man in an odd predicament, dishwasher and what is this? He hit his

[RF Godfather]

[She looks up as the odd cage shaped formation as it begins to descend with pyro illuminating it over the ring as "Down With The Sickness" plays.]

Jim Ross: What the...? It's the Triple Tier Cage, RF Mark was referring to a few days back! What is that?!? It's The Prototype standing at the top of the Triple Tier Cage where the RFW World Title is hanging 35 feet above him!

[The Prototype descends to the main cage where THE LEGACY and the fallen foes are and jumps down as he looks at the crowd and nods.]

<marquee> PROTO-TYPE! PROTO-TYPE! PROTO-TYPE! </marquee>

[RFM extends his arm and the crowd suddenly goes quiet. He gives a hug to Melissa and a kiss on the cheek then moves to Gwen, kises her hand and takes the mic.]

The Prototype: Now what is up with my Marks right here... in the WhatleyDome?!?

Paul Heyman: Another cheap pop! I thought Bobby Blaze was bad!

The Prototype: Now then buddays! This is what I was talking about! *approaches the cage and smells the bars* Ummm... I am back home! You thought Reaper and Byrd were extreme! This was my trademark back in the day... I owned the Triple Tier Cage... a flawless 7 and O! I know how this works! *moves toward one of the unconsious bloodied men as the camera closes up on him* Hmmm... *pulls him up by his hair, smears some of that guys blood on his finger and licks it* Mmmm... how I love the taste of blood! *drops the man back to the mat head first* Byrd, you think you are sick and demented, you have not faced me which is true so you do not know what I can encompass and accomplish in this very structure! You think you are extreme cuz you bleed via a razor blade?!? My blood is real and not self-inflicted! Ha... you think that is intimidating to me? Not at all. Soon, very soon, The Reaper and SS Byrd will witness firsthand why I am the best barring none in every facet of wrestling! I harness the athletic ability, the mat work, knowledge of ring postitioning, I've gone through every situation possible and neither one of you will defeat me! I will not be denied the RFW Title that I alone deserve and belongs to THE LEGACY! This match, LEGACY will be in your honor! I will do this for you all, OIC, Gvac, Melissa and Gwen... I WILL NOT BE DENIED! *breathing heavy* The world title is my destiny! My birth right, my reason for living and getting into this industry in the first place! You may be a sick freak inside the squared circle, Byrd but you are IN MY HOUSE, b*tch! Now that the Commish, Bobby Blaze has agreed with my stipulation in making this a RAGE IN THE CAGE match I want to show you all around the triple tier cage that was built solely with me in mind. Let me let the marks understand what this is all about! See this through my eyes...

[Camera guy and THE LEGACY follows The Prototype. RFM grabs a ladder from under the ring and places it into the middle, opens it up and proceeds to scale the ladder as he stands there.]

The Prototype: This is what it'll look like when I break Reaper and SS Byrd on Sunday. *points downward* They've like those jobbers that THE LEGACY decimated down there. I will be the only one who makes it into the next cage like so. *he opens up the trap door and climbs up the second cage* Come on guys, bring those jobbers with you! I'll wait! *RFM leans against the cage and THE LEGACY, the cameraman and the two bodies go up a level* OK, now that we are here, I want to point out a few things... what do we have here *points to the items hanging on the sides of the smaller cage* We have those unforgiving steel chairs in one corner, some kendo sticks and a few baseball bats to increase the fun! *evil grin* What's this? *points at a title* The RFW Hardcore Title! Hmmm... *taps it* Do I want this? Ahhh... no! Toss this to one of those jobbers *snaps fingers as OIC grabs the title and pushes it against the lifless body* Good job, Officer! *salute* Let's proceed... whoops, he took the title you know what that means... he's done... let's say that is... The Reaper... for argument sake