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| The Pope's Championship Challenge | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 25 2012, 05:31 PM (367 Views) | |
| The Pope of MVP | Jul 25 2012, 05:31 PM Post #1 |
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*Pope makes his way to the ring with mic in his hands while holding the Rev title. Pope slides a steel chair into the ring, entering the ring.* The Pope: Hey look who is still your Rev Champion. *Pope laughs as the crowd booooo* The Pope: Awww come on why do you guys keep on boooing me. I told everybody not to underesimate me. But did you guys listen no. I once again beat Ryan Riley but this time I mad his ass tap out not even 10 seconds after locking in the full nelson. Its been three weeks and I have been pitted against the same 3 guys my tag team partner Kruel, The Former Champion Damien Black, and Ryan Riley. Pope need some new fish from the sea to fry. I can't keep reducing this championship to meaningless. I want my championship to mean something considering I defend it every single week. So I'm issuing a challenge to anybody in the Back who has not had a Rev title match against me yet. I notice some great names. *Camera guy hands him an envelope.* The Pope: Snow I watch you for week you have been very impressive, or Damien Carrera another great competor. I can keep going on and on all night about the names I have in this envelope but I'm in a mood for fighting. So if anybody backstage has the balls to fight me I'll put my belt on the line and make you a superstar. *anyone can reply except people I already beat* |
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| Phate | Jul 25 2012, 05:38 PM Post #2 |
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*Pope keeps talking, but suddenly* *The crowd has a huge mixed reaction* A2: Uh oh! A1: This is not what Pope was expecting, i can gaurantee that! A2: We haven't even figured out what this guy wants! Why is he out here! A1: Perhaps this was just an act of well, fate... *Phate comes out from behind the curtain, his head down. Pope's arrogant smile turns to a frown of fear. Phate lifts his head up, beginning to make his way down the ramp* A1: Phate, he is a controversial monster of a reputation, first knocking out the ring announcer, and 6 security guards. And then, last Monday we saw him take out the referee for Kuel and Harry's match, now... now he's here A2: It looks like he's gonna compete, too! A1: I can only assume so, Phate has never competed in EWO as of yet, but it looks like he will tonight! And for the Revolutionary Championship! *Phate reaches the ring, slamming his bawled up fists onto the mat, giving off an intense stare to Pope through the ropes* A1: This is not good A2: The only way pope can hope to beat him, is to outsmart him. Somehow... A1: I can't even imagine this man losing *Phate takes a step back, before jumping up onto the apron, steadying himself with the top rope, landing on one knee. He smiles at Pope, sticking his tongue out maniacally* A2: Pope better kiss that Revolutionary title goodbye A2: You're not kidding partner *Phate stands up, smiling devilishly at Pope, before entering the ring, standing in an almost military-like position, the music still blarring* A1: It's time... for Phate to deliver. This is not good... A2: This is gonna be good! A1: Of course... *Phate begins walking to Pope, who's cowerring on the other side of the ring. the theme begins trailing off, and the bell rings* A1: Well here we go... *Match begins* |
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| Phate | Jul 25 2012, 10:09 PM Post #3 |
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*The match has raged on a mere 10 minutes, but Phate has been dominating* A1: This is complete domination, personified! A2: I’ve never seen a beating dealt like this, I’m lost for words! *Phate throws Pope to the turnbuckle with force, causing his back to collide with the steel, and sending him crashing to the mat* A1: Ouch! What an Irish Whip into the turnbuckle A2: Not only is he dominate, the guy is just flat out intimidating, the way he looks at you….Ah! Don’t get me started *Phate begins to pick up Pope’s seemingly lifeless body, lifting him horizontally in the air, and holding him there for a few seconds* A1: The brute strength of this man we know as Phate! A2: Incredible! *Phate lets go of Pope, walking a step forward as he does, causing him to drop to the canvas hard* A1: Oh! He fell like a ton of bricks! A2: They should really just ring the bell, this was over before it even started A1: I might even agree with you about that, it seems like anything further is just pure punishment! *Phate sets himself on top of Pope, beginning to wail into his face with a fury of punches, over and over* A2: I’m not sure what exactly pope did to this man that’s causing him to be so aggressive, but the fans seem to be enjoying it A2: This is the first time we’ve ever seen Phate compete, what an impression he’s making tonight *The referee stops Phate, making him back off, but his gaze remains unfixed. He drops to his knees, looking at his prey, who’s now motionless, with a far-out look in his eyes* A2: What the hell… Like I said, this guy is a WHACKJOB A1: It seems Phate is getting a closer look at his work… *Phate suddenly grabs pope’s hair, dragging him to his feet, and tucking his head between his legs* A1: Whoa! Well that was sudden! Literally dragging him from his hair A2: It seems like his moods change in an instant! *Phate aligns pope vertically with himself, lifting him onto his shoulders, and slamming him down with a harsh jackknife* A1: Oh! What a powerbomb! A2: That could kill somebody! *Phate looks down onto Pope. He begins to laugh maniacally, almost losing control* A2: What the hell is so funny? A1: I’m… not sure *Phate’s expression suddenly changes, an almost emotionless look on his face* A1: Oh no… I’m not sure what’s going on inside Phate’s head… but it cannot be good *Phate bends Pope’s arms behind his own back, using the position to lift him vertically high up in the air. He begins to do a 360* A2: This spells disaster, this has to be it! A1: We’ve seen this move many times, down to countless people. Security guards, referees, and now, we’re seeing it done to Pope A2: This move will leave you bed-ridden! *Phate lifts Pope a tad higher in the air, as he drops to his knees, using the force to slam Pope down into the canvas. The crowd explodes. He Immediately begins flipping him over, going for the pin* 1… 2… 3!! *the bell rings* A1: Finally… this beating is over A2: I wouldn’t even call that a match A1: I didn’t… Ring announcer: Here is your winner, and the NEW, Revolutionary champion… PHATE! *Phate looks down at Pope, and starts to laugh* A1: I don’t know what to say! This was the first time we’ve ever seen him compete in a match, and he completely dominated A2: And more! Don’t forget his…freaky personality traits! A1: Well we don’t even quite know him yet, Art, we don’t know why he was reacting like he was A2: Uh, I do, he’s nuts *Phate immediately exits the ring, heading up the ramp* A1: Well nonetheless, he did it, his first match ever and he won the Revolutionary Championship, very, very impressive, wai- wait, where’s he going? A2: He didn’t even get his title! *The referee runs up the ramp, trying to catch up with Phate, when he does, he taps him on the shoulder. Phate immediately stops, very slowly turning around to face the referee. He stands face to face with the referee, anger creeping up on his face* A1: Uh oh, he looks angry! A2: Why?! What’s with this guy! *The referee is obviously intimidated, but hands out the Revolutionary title anyway. Phate looks down at the title for a few seconds, before grabbing it, throwing it on the floor, and kicking the referee in the gut. The crowd once again has mixed reaction, but very loudly* A1: Not again! *Phate tucks the referee’s head between his legs, fastening his arms behind his own self, and using the positioning to lift the referee vertically, high in the air, immediately using his body-weight to smash the referee into the concrete floor of the stage* A1: Oh my gosh! What a move A2: He does it so much, but we don’t even know what the hell it’s called! A1: What was that about! What is this guy about, period! *Phate laughs hysterically, looking down at the referee. Paramedics soon arrive for both men, but Phate just laughs, bending down to pick up his Revolutionary Championship, and exiting through the curtain* A1: Wow A2: Wow is right, what do I even say, where do I start! A1: We’re gonna have to take a quick commercial break folks… *The show fades to commercial* |
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