WCF vs Jobbers

[Tim]

PROLOGUE

On a nice fine day, The Ninja is walking down to the WCF arena. He thought that it was a perfect day to win a World title opportunity. Suddenly, he saw a familiar face.

Hank Brown: Ninja! Ninja!

The Ninja: Hank Brown? What the hell are you doing here? Come here for an awesome interview?

Hank Brown: Not that. WCF is in danger!

The Ninja: I know the network wanted to cancel WCF, but I'm pretty sure management can handle that.

Hank Brown: No! You don't understand! I mean, it's taken over!

The Ninja: By BBC? Damn it! I knew those Daleks would actually make them bloody rich!

Hank Brown: Listen to me!

The Ninja gives a deadly stare.

The Ninja: Are you out of your goddamn mind? Are you telling me what to do?

Hank Brown: Er...no?

The Ninja: Do you wanna go to war with me, Brownie?

Hank Brown: N-no...

The Ninja: 'Cause we could go to war.

Hank Brown: No.

He begins to prod his chest with his finger.

The Ninja: I'm for real. I'm for real. So you'd better check yourself.

Hank shakily nods in fear.

The Ninja: Anyway, what are you gonna say?

Hank Brown: The WCF has been involved in a revolt! Many of the top superstars have been captured!

The Ninja: You mean guys like Skyler Striker, Jonny Fly, Gravedigger and Eric Price?

Hank Brown: All of them have been captured!

The Ninja: Even...Corey Black?

He begins to laugh hysterically.

The Ninja: OH MAN! THE JOBBER KILLER JUST GOT KILLED! HAH!

Hank Brown: Whatever. Anyway, since you're not captured, you're the only one who can rescue all of them!

The Ninja: Well, screw that! My paycheck will be on the rise! Besides, I gotta thank the guy who led the WCF civil war!

Hank Brown: You'd be surprised. It was Yuo!

Dead silence. The world had stopped and vehicles had went to a screeching halt. The Ninja's heartbeat had ceased.

The Ninja:...what? Are you telling me...one fucktard...took over the entire company...all by himself?

Hank Brown: Not just him, all the jobbers were under his reign! And now, they're currently the top superstars!

The Ninja: Okay, this shit is totally unbalanced. I'm going in there, for 'lunch'.

Hank Brown: This is no time for--

The Ninja had cut him off.

The Ninja: As I said, its time for 'lunch'. I look forward to killing them all soon.

The Ninja had ran off into the arena to deal with his unbalance.

((OOC: So yeah, I promised a story, and I made one.))

[Deleted]

(I'm not too sure how to kickstart this, but here goes!)

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Chapter 1

Morientes was trapped in a locker room, tied up to a chair and gagged. His eyes flared, as he saw who were the ones responsible for his torment. Fat Dango and The Padawan, two of the WCF's most despised and ignored wrestlers, were smiling at him, as they observed him struggling against his bonds. He groaned. He didn't know what had occurred that landed him in the current situation. He was on his way to the washroom when he got ambushed by an unknown person. Turned out that it was these two jobbers.

Fat Dango: Well well well, look who finally came to!

The Padawan: This Spanish bastard looks like he got a few words to say.

Morientes grimaced. The situation didn't look too good.

The Padawan strutted over to him and ripped the gag out of his mouth. Morientes gasped, the pain startling him back to full awareness.

Morientes: What the hell! What do the two of you want!

The Padawan smiled and slapped Morientes hard. Fat Dango chuckled humorlessly in the background.

The Padawan: We are sick of all you 'superstars' taking up all the limelight in this business. We want our time. And if it means taking you out, one by one, so be it. Your fellow comrades are all captured, everyone, from Sarah Twilight, John Gable, to even Eric Price. It's our time now. Slam will finally be run by a group of real wrestlers.

Fat Dango: That's right.

The jobber whipped out a knife from his back, and waved it in front of Morientes threateningly. The Spaniard's attention was focused on the weapon, a trickle of sweat finally starting to form on his forehead.

The Padawan: I'm going to cut you bastard!

He swung the knife at Morientes, who braced for the worst. However, before the weapon could impale the fan favorite, it stopped just inches away from his face.

The Padawan: But I'm better than that.

He cut the ropes, setting Morientes free.

Fat Dango: Bro! What was that for!

The Padawan: I set him free. I want to kill him with my bare hands, and watch him cry as he submits to my superiority. I am the k--

But before the jobber could finish his sentence, he slumped to the ground, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. A very angry Morientes stood behind him, apparently having elbowed The Padawan with all his might at the back of his head, causing him to fall unconscious.

Fat Dango: Oh shit!

Realizing the danger he was in, the fat piece of lard started for the door. But due to his immense weight, he hadn't made it three steps before Morientes tackled him to the ground, and forced him into the Bull's Choke.

Fat Dango: Shit shit shit, it hurts, let me go!

Morientes smirked, before closing his grip even tighter. Fat Dango's disgusting face turned purple, before his breathing became shallow. Satisfied with his work, Morientes walked out of the room, before shutting it behind him with a crowbar placed conveniently on the floor.

Morientes: Now, time to find who's alive in this infierno the WCF has turned into.