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Please make sure you keep your profiles up to date with any changes, including entrance music, alliances and alignments. It helps the match writers with things such as commentary if the information is there for them to use.
A strange promo appear in Outbreak, but we have no idea what it's about!
Chad Jamison announced the Division Dogfight between the Inferno, Octane and Shockwave divisions for Behind Enemy Lines, the winner taking a shot at their respective division's championship as their reward!
Code won the Captaincy for Team Shockwave in a Tag Team match that went anything but smoothly!
Clay Forte joined Team Inferno!
Michael Miracle pleaded his case to join the team too!
William Haze got the shots in on Nick Malone as pen was put to paper to secure the World Championship match at Behind Enemy Lines!
James Mitchell Cornett and Sam Horrey fought to a no-contest, but something far more sinister was at work during the match, prompting Sam's closest friends to jump in and help!
Basic Information Alliance Name: Cheap Heat Alliance Type: Tag Team Members: "The Ronin" Sam Horrey and "The Real Fuckin' Deal" Ryan Matthews Character Reps: Bobby Lashley and Frank Mir Combined Weight: 472lbs Hometown: East Elmhurst, Queens, NY and Cleveland, Ohio
Alliance Guidelines Alignment: Depends on the hour of the day Gimmick: We're the closest thing on God's green earth to a tag team of Chuck Norris and Mr. T, yeah that level of awesome Wrestling Style: Remember that scene in The Protector where Tony Jaa fucks somebody up? Yeah, that one. Matching Attire?: No Manager?: None
Entertainment Logistics Entrance Music: Eminence Front by The Who Entrance Details: (A group of female cheerleaders from [insert local state university or large college here] come out and begin riling up the crowd in preparation for the entrace of Cheap Heat, and then the lights go out and come up in the colors of [insert local state university or large college here] as "Eminence Front" by The Who begins to play over the loudspeakers.)
Trevor Ginsley: And now, ladies and gentlemen, entering the arena at this time, at a total combined weight of four hundred seventy one pounds, the tag team of "The Ronin" Sam Horrey and "The Real F'n Deal" Ryan Matthews...CHEAP HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!
(As Ginsley does his intro, a turntable slowly rises from the stage, with Matthews and Horrey with their backs to the crowd, showing off their Cheap Heat letterman's jackets in the colors of [insert local state university or large college here], Matthews' jacket is emblazoned with a C on the front, while Horrey's has an H on the front. After a couple moments the turntable locks in place and Matthews and Horrey start down to the ring, the group of cheerleaders on either side of the aisle cheering them on.)
(When they get to the ring, both Sam and Ryan play to the crowd and every single bit of pyro in the building goes off all of sudden along with balloons, confetti and fake money falling from the ceiling while the referee checks both of them for any illegal objects.)
Five Tandem Moves 1. Roadhouse - Matthews tags Sam in and then grabs the feet of the opponent before catapulting the opponent into the air only to be caught by a Roundhouse kick to the head by Sam while in motion. After which the camera zooms in on Sam as he delivers the trademark saying, which the crowd yells at the same time as they see him on the screen "Roadhouse"
2. MAWF (Make a Wish Foundation) - Ryan and Sam both lock kneebars on the opponent at the same time, stretching their legs out in opposite directions at the same time.
3. Splat - Matthews hoists opponent for the Character Assassination, and Sam comes flying off the turnbuckle to connect with a Warrior's Way (flying double footstomp to the chest of opponent) at the exact moment they impact the mat from the Character Assassination.
4. Fourth and Inches - As opponent is about to make a tag,Sam goes low and catches opponent with the chop block and at the same time Ryan hits opponent with a Gore (spear)
Finisher: Total Elimination - Ryan goes high with a spinning heel kick to the head of the opponent at the exact same moment that Sam goes low on the opponent with a footsweep, flipping the opponent over and dumping them on their head.
Okay people, we talked about this on OTR After Dark, and it's time for the revival. Gentlemen, and ladies, start your nominations. The rules are simple, it has to be a pornstar that you're nominating, and since it's a PRINCESS tourney, no dudes. If you ladies wanna start a hunk contest or whatever, feel free to do so. The only other rule is everyone is allowed TWO (2) nominations at maximum.
Nominations should follow the following format.
Name: Link to a SFW (Safe for Work) picture:
EDIT: Under advise from a friend, this has been expanded. 64 pornstars, one tourney. 2 noms per person.
Let the nominations commence!
The Contestants 1. Rachel Roxx 2. Eva Angelina 3. Whitney Stevens 4. Jessi Summers 5. Ava Devine 6. Sasha Grey 7. Lauren Phoenix 8. Shawna Lenee 9. Nicole Graves 10. The Milton Twins 11. Donna Dalores 12. Bobbi Starr 13. Kristina Rose 14. Mika Tan 15. Brooke Marks 16. Nymph Suicide 17. Eve Lawrence 18. Harmony Rose 19. Olivia O'Lovely 20. Brandy Talore 21. Sativa Rose 22. Claire Dames 23. Charley Chase 24. Britney Stevens 25. Davia Ardell 26. Rachel Starr 27. Alexis Texas 28. Jenny Hendrix 29. Jenna Haze 30. Isabella Soprano 31. Brianna Beach 32. Kagney Lynn Karter 33. Linda Friday 34. Carmella Bing 35. Gianna Michaels 36. Flower Tucci 37. Ice La Fox 38. Jasmine Byrne 39. Asa Akira 40. Ashlynn Brooke 41. Misty Stone 42. Elena Hieress 43. Mariah Milano 44. Adrenalynn 45. Amia Miley 46. Isis Taylor 47. Sienna West 48. Paulina James 49. Kayla Carrera 50. Cherokee D' Ass 51. Daisy Marie 52. Austin Kincade 53. Renae Cruz 54. Lisa Lee 55. Esperanza Gomez 56. Lacey Duvalle 57. Daphne Rosen 58. Sara Stone 59. Dylan Ryder 60. Brooke Haven 61. Sunny Lane 62. Jenna Doll 63. Abbey Brooks 64. Jada Fire
She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat, She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth. I like to strip her down, She's naughty to the end. You know what she is, no doubt about it, She's a bad, bad girlfriend! - Theory of a Deadman “Bad Girlfriend”
The Bedroom of Ryan Matthews' home...
The rain clattered on the roof and splashed against the windows as the sounds of “Bad Girlfriend” by Theory of a Deadman played in the background from the stereo system in the next room. Ryan Matthews sat in the center of the bed, his fingers tracing the designs on his newly won FTW Tag Team Title belt. It was a picture of serenity, save for the music, but not all was well...
Deep down a tumult roiled in his soul, as if a struggle for the very basis of what made Ryan Matthews himself was going on. The war being between the part of him that felt no remorse for what he did at Boiling Point to someone that he actually could say that he cared for, that being the part that kept saying one simple word over and over...
Betrayal.
And the other part? The part of him that was still willing to forgive, if not forget. The part of him that couldn't believe that he had nearly dented in her skull with the chair, then said horrible things to her in the locker room, eventually casting her out of his life, probably forever if the other part of him had anything to do with it. It was this part that kept a word going through his head...
Affection.
The somewhat peaceful moment, however, was broken by the sound of his cellphone vibrating on the nightstand. He absently walked into the other room after snatching it off the nightstand to turn off the stereo and quickly answered the call.
“Hello?” If the voice sounded expectant, it was because he was hoping it was someone on the other end who would tell him that what he really saw was a fabrication, a forgery or some kind of technical slight of hand that would be more than enough evidence for him to turn on the one who showed it to him and crush their skull into a million pieces.
“Yo Ry, you aight man? I haven't heard from you since the night of Boiling Point and you kinda left abruptly. Even Jeannine was kinda worried man.” the voice on the other end wasn't going to tell him that everything was alright. It was the voice of “The Ronin” Sam Horrey, the other half of the current World Tag Team Champions, Cheap Heat.
“I'm fine Sam, about as fine as anybody can be given the situation.” the word 'fine' could very easily be substituted with any number of 'colorful metaphors' to quote Mr. Spock from Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. Not the least of which would have been 'completely fucking horrible', but the facade had to be maintained, or at least the attempt had to be made even if Sam could see right through it.
“Yeah you need to get better with your bullshit routine, homie. You need to come out here to New York so we can party man. We haven't celebrated our big win yet.” Sam always was the one to try to lighten the situation as best he could, but Ryan wasn't having any of it at this point.
“I don't think so Sam, I've gotta get ready for this next match. No rest for the wicked it seems. I get The World Champion and Code in the same match.” It was all he could do to keep his focus elsewhere, just find something to take his mind off of what his heart was feeling. He needed to push through, find something else, and get on with life. He'd been through this before, and this probably wouldn't be the last time.
“Seriously are you still on about her man? You really need to get you something else, and quick, get her out of your head, she did what she did, with Nick Malone man. If that doesn't tell you all you need to know...” Sam had a way with words, and he always had a point even if it was some completely abstract bit of bullshit that he thought was a point that he had to make. However, this wasn't the time to be bringing that kinda shit up.
“She did what she did, I know Sam, and honestly I'm gonna have to get over it. It's going to take me some time, and that's all that's going to help is time. There's not going to be anything else that I can or can not do to make it better. I know it, you should know it, and accept it.” That came off a lot more angry and bitter than he originally intended but at this point he didn't really care.
“Whatever man, just know to get your mind right BEFORE you go in there against Haze and Code or they'll both cut you to pieces. Neither one of those cats is a joke man.” If nothing, Sam always had that grounding effect on Ryan, barebones, to the point, and nothing more. The bullshit was never there, and the fact that it wasn't, did not get lost on Ryan Matthews.
“I will Sam. I gotta go. Gonna get some sleep and just deal with what's going on, okay?” He had to lie, he was going to stay up and think, at least for a bit, before sleep would come.
“Aight man, just know that I'm gonna call you back in a few hours to make sure you're asleep, and if you're not, you're going to catch hell, believe that.” To be honest he wouldn't answer if Sam did call again just because he didn't want to hear it tonight, but the thought was there...And with that, the call ended.
Flashback to Boiling Point...
He saw the look in her eye the moment before the chair slammed into her skull, the entirety of their relationship suddenly being summed up into one simple word, a question that has and would forever haunt the human race...
Why?
Deep down, this was the cold side of him, the side of him that would slit the throat of anyone to get what he wanted. This side didn't come to the surface often but when it did the consequences for anyone who betrayed his trust were dire, and the retribution swift and painful. This time was no different, SHE was no different.
Or so he kept trying to tell himself...
Truth told, despite his strong attraction to another he had remained loyal to her, until he found that his loyalty was altogether misplaced. He should have taken what he could have gotten when he could have gotten it. At least then things in his life wouldn't be as fucked up as they were at that particular moment in time, which to him would be frozen forever, at least to the side of him that still cared about her. It would be a scar that at least part of him would carry, though not as proudly as the ones he earned because of his exploits in the ring.
And yet, he wasn't the slightest bit sorry about this...
Back to the present...
The phone ringing and vibrating on the nightstand again brought him back to reality. It was as if he had slipped into a dream state because now, it was several hours later, and the phone was ringing with Sam's number on the caller id. True to his word to say the least, however Ryan wasn't wanting to hear anything Sam was about to say to him. He picked the phone up and pressed ignore and let Sam speak to his voicemail, then turned his attention back to the gold belt lying just beyond his legs, which were folded underneath him on the bed.
It had felt so good to become a champion again, so good to be recognized yet again, even if it was as part of a team. He didn't have any regrets or remorse about what had to be done, Nick Malone had to be stopped, and Ryan and Sam had pulled it off. Now Malone would have to climb the mountain a different way, and despite the fact that he had wholly turned against him, deep down Ryan felt a sense of relief for Enigma, because by denying him the hold on the tag team titles, Ryan had, in his mind, saved Enigma from what some would consider a fate worse than death: Either lying down for Nick Malone or being made to lay down for him.
Because that would have been what it came to...
Now came the hard part, because becoming a champion is the easier part of the journey, it's all about chasing the goal, capturing the dream, and when you finally get there, Ryan knew all too well the danger of becoming complacent. One mistake can cost you everything. It had cost him long ago when he realized a dream that he had chased for so long, and after that nothing seemed to ever be good enough, or high enough for him to chase it with his whole heart ever again. It took the obstacle being Nick Malone for him to find that fire again. And now, the fire was not only lit, it was burning more intensely than ever before. It wasn't a simple matter to control it anymore though, he knew that he would have to keep it in check in order to keep it from either dying out, or keep it from damaging everyone around him.
Nick Malone had unknowingly lit his own Reichstag Fire...
However, not all was right with the world inside Ryan Matthews' head, and even he knew it. There was no balance to the emotional teeter-totter that could easily be swayed due to the weight of everything bearing down on him one way or the other. There had always been some kind of balance before, and now there was none. Nick Malone had seen to that previously by being part of running off the woman he thought would be with him for all time. Perhaps it was time to replace her with another...
He mentally cursed himself and closed his eyes against that thought, not wanting to let it in again, and when his eyes opened again, it was decided, he needed to speak on a few matters at hand, namely what was about to happen at Outbreak. And with that, he hopped off the bed, taking his half of the Tag Team Championships with him, and exiting the room...
A few minutes later...
Rather than use his old method of getting in front of the camera, perhaps sitting in a chair in a circle of light, Ryan Matthews chose more natural lighting. The storm outside had abated enough for the moon to shine through the cloud cover, and the effect it seemed to have on his mood was enough for him to choose to speak in a much more natural setting, and with a different camera, the one on his HTC Evo 4G. The camera seems to shake for a moment as Matthews places it somewhere that it can see him a little better before he takes a seat on the steps leading up to his front door.
“Boiling Point has come and gone, and across the landscape there's been change aplenty. A new World Champion, a new Inferno Champion, though the Inferno title changed hands under less than desirable circumstances, and I'm not just saying that because my compatriot, Lynch, is no longer the Inferno champion, but because the current champion, James Magnum, took the cowards way out. He needed help, otherwise there was no chance for him to beat Lynch, and he knew it. So he went and like a good little whore sold his body to Nick Malone because he always claims he has no soul to speak of, so what was left to sell?”
“But most importantly was the change of the landscape in the tag team title division. There are new kings of the mountain. And Nick Malone will have to find a new way to try to luck into a World Title Shot. Aww what Nick? You think you got robbed? You think there was some kinda conspiracy against you? Well how bout this, you want your rematch, which I'm sure you do, and you'll get it, because I'm going to throw the challenge out there right now, eventually Full Throttle Wrestling will have a Special Edition Outrage, and when it comes time for that, you and Enigma get your rematch, if you have the balls to step up and accept the challenge. Yes, I, one half of the tag team champions, am issuing the challenge for the FORMER champions to come back and get themselves another ass kicking of the century.”
“However, right now I have more important things to deal with, as does my tag team partner, Sam. This week, I got thrown into a high-profile match that's being billed as the clash of the former Shockwave Champions. First, there's Code, the man who ruled the Shockwave division with an iron fist back in the day before he lost on a fluke to Jake Manson. Bet that burns still a bit doesn't it Code? To have a no talent flash in the pan that I ran out of FTW with his tail between his legs be the only reason why you didn't have the Shockwave title when FTW closed before. It must really suck to be you Code, I mean first you lose to Manson back then, and then you find yourself with nowhere to go so you think that Nick Malone is the answer when all he is, is a cancer to your career. And then you find yourself having Brandon Banks chasing you like a hungry pitbull after a T-Bone steak that's being dragged by a slow moving truck. And B, if you're out there and watching this, I know you have issues with Code, and if I see you, I have no intention of stopping you from ripping him to shreds.”
“But Code, even if Banks doesn't show and get him some of you, you've still got me to worry about, you see, you're guilty by association, and I don't know if you noticed or not, but I've suddenly become the cause of several “accidents” that have happened to change the careers of members of the Saints. Taggart Tagatito felt my wrath, left the Saints for his own good, and now he's the Octane Champion. Bobby Heart felt my wrath and now he's sitting somewhere healing up a shattered forearm thanks to what I did to him. Enigma hasn't been the same since I nearly caved his skull in, and that showed at the Pay Per View. All that's left are you, Jason Angel, James Magnum and the head of the snake himself, Nick Malone. And if you don't think for one second that I won't enjoy detrimentally effecting your life on a physical and mental level and scarring you forever, you would be sorely mistaken.”
“But of course there's a third party in this dance who will undoubtedly try to cut in. That being William Haze. Let me be one to say congratulations, champ, both on your big win, and the engagement. A tad melodramatic in the presentation on that last part, however it got the job done, just like you did in the ring, and for that I applaud you. However, all admiration and respect aside, you and I are going into this match each with different purposes in mind. You may actually have nothing to prove save for whether or not you can beat me and/or Code, and I have the chance to make it three for three against reigning World Champions. Yeah, that's right, Swinger lost to me via DQ, I beat Gabriella, and now you are standing in front of me. Somewhere some divine entity is looking out for me, that's all I can chalk this up to.”
“But William, just because I respect you and what you do in the ring, doesn't mean you have the absolute chance to beat me in the ring, even IF Code is involved. I know you'll come at me with fire, ready to prove that you are the top dog here in Full Throttle Wrestling, and I think you very well could do that, if it were anyone else across the ring from you. But me, I'm on a roll right now like no one has ever seen, as I don't think anyone has ever beaten TWO reigning champions and not been crowned champion, let alone THREE. I come into this supremely confident in three things: One, you're already underestimating me because all I am is a tag team champion. Two, you know so little about me as a person and/or competitor that your underestimation is not surprising. And three, when you won the World Heavyweight Championship, you attained the status of being top of the food chain, and there's always a letdown after a big win like that, especially a person who won twice over like you did in the same night. Just don't let complacency set in, because there would be nothing worse in my eyes than a deserving competitor like yourself losing the belt either back to Gabriella, which would be the ONLY time she earned it, or worse losing it to somebody like Nick Malone. Don't let it happen to you, and if I have to be the instrument of you keeping from falling into that rut, then so be it. But it will NOT be easy, lest you get to thinking it would be.”
“This week is a test, not simply a battle of wills, it's a test to keep contenders and champions alike sharp and ready to take on ANY possible challenge. It's a chance to set those who choose to be famous apart from those who are destined to be infamous. And William, Code, you should both know that fame is fleeting, and infamy is forever.”
With all that said, Ryan Matthews reaches for and turns off the camera on his phone, then pushes a couple buttons to upload the video to Youtube.
Just as he finishes working on the upload, the phone rings again, this time a smile comes across his face and he presses a button while putting the phone to his ear...
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