Post by sportzboytjw on Oct 29, 2008 22:48:37 GMT -5
The buzz had been strong in the newspapers following the previous night's first round knockouts. The Commissioner was pleased; things were going well. But they were still playing clubs and small venues. He wanted to fill arenas. And in order to do that, they had a long way to go.
The Commissioner's second meeting was a bit more poorly attended than the first. There were the absence of the four ousted fighters, of course, and then there were two that were still injured. But he couldn't help but notice there were two others missing.
“Where is Rainfall? Where is Macguffin?”
Everyone looked around, scratching their heads or shrugging their shoulders. The Commissioner was fit to kill.
“How DARE they miss one of my meetings! They're on my dime here and they'll play by MY RULES! I have never been more insulted in my LIFE! Both will be on probation until FURTHER NOTICE!”
The room was quiet and still. The Commish had begun to pace up and down the office.
“Let's just cut right to the chase. One of you is leaving tonight, right now. I want to see votes. Pronto.”
In the end, the locker room as a whole had overwhelmingly decided that weatheredclown was finished. He vanished from their sight, never to be seen or heard from again.
*Ding! Ding!*
“Welcome, everyone, to another night of WVBA Boxing! The finest sport in its finest hour! We have a great card this evening, and let's start with our opening bout!”
Jpants stepped between the ropes, his fists working fast and furiously. The bell rang to start and the two played very defensively. Lots of ducking and counter punching. Finally Jpants missed wildly with a cross and found himself on the mat very soon after at the hands of a devastating uppercut! The referee began his count...1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8! But by 9, Jpants was on his feet, using the ropes to support most of his weight. The referee decided to put the boxer's health first and the match was over.
The fighters for the next match marched down to the ring and the crowd couldn't help but cheer for the Mac. He revved up his engine and started going, and Micro didn't stand a chance. After several lefts and rights to the head and body, Micro went down with a vicious blow to the chin. Every attempt to get up was laughable. The big clown was finished.
“And now...our main event of the evening...FOR THE WVBA MAJOR CIRCUIT CHAMPIONSHIP!”
The big man, the Dynamite kid himself stepped through the ropes. What a sight to see. Even after all this time he still struck fear in the heart of his opponents. And man, was he quick. A flurry of punches followed by an explosive uppercut, and El Skid was on the mat, seeing stars. The referee counted him out and the bell ring to much fanfare.
“Ladies and gentlemen your winner...AND NEWWWWW MAJOR CIRCUIT CHAMPION! MIIIIIKE TYYYYSON!”
******
Backstage, after all the clean up was over, the Commish met with his veteran's council once again. Without wasting any time, they handed forth a folded up piece of paper with a name on it.
“Alright this better be good. Oh! Ooooh! I have to say, I do agree! Sheep Have Wool has been dragging a lot down lately. I mean, did you see that Jump Kick he used last week? Pathetic. This isn't kick boxing. Consider him GONE!”
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Second Round Knockouts
weatheredclown – Great Tiger, Major Circuit forced retirement
Micro – Mad Clown, World Circuit seeing stars
El Skid – Bob Charlie, Former Major Circuit Champion uppercutted
Sheep Have Wool – Dragon Chan, Major Circuit bullied out
Incapacitated
Jpants
On Probation
Rainfall (Reason: Missing a meeting)
Macguffin (Reason: Missing a meeting)
Monkeyfeet and Romantic Undead have been medically cleared to fight again!
Just a reminder: Incapacitated Fighters may not vote, post, or act until they come to.
All PMs will be going out in due course. Round 3 ends tomorrow night at 11 PM.
As awful as last night went (no kill), tonight was the bomb.
The Commissioner's second meeting was a bit more poorly attended than the first. There were the absence of the four ousted fighters, of course, and then there were two that were still injured. But he couldn't help but notice there were two others missing.
“Where is Rainfall? Where is Macguffin?”
Everyone looked around, scratching their heads or shrugging their shoulders. The Commissioner was fit to kill.
“How DARE they miss one of my meetings! They're on my dime here and they'll play by MY RULES! I have never been more insulted in my LIFE! Both will be on probation until FURTHER NOTICE!”
The room was quiet and still. The Commish had begun to pace up and down the office.
“Let's just cut right to the chase. One of you is leaving tonight, right now. I want to see votes. Pronto.”
In the end, the locker room as a whole had overwhelmingly decided that weatheredclown was finished. He vanished from their sight, never to be seen or heard from again.
*Ding! Ding!*
“Welcome, everyone, to another night of WVBA Boxing! The finest sport in its finest hour! We have a great card this evening, and let's start with our opening bout!”
Jpants stepped between the ropes, his fists working fast and furiously. The bell rang to start and the two played very defensively. Lots of ducking and counter punching. Finally Jpants missed wildly with a cross and found himself on the mat very soon after at the hands of a devastating uppercut! The referee began his count...1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8! But by 9, Jpants was on his feet, using the ropes to support most of his weight. The referee decided to put the boxer's health first and the match was over.
The fighters for the next match marched down to the ring and the crowd couldn't help but cheer for the Mac. He revved up his engine and started going, and Micro didn't stand a chance. After several lefts and rights to the head and body, Micro went down with a vicious blow to the chin. Every attempt to get up was laughable. The big clown was finished.
“And now...our main event of the evening...FOR THE WVBA MAJOR CIRCUIT CHAMPIONSHIP!”
The big man, the Dynamite kid himself stepped through the ropes. What a sight to see. Even after all this time he still struck fear in the heart of his opponents. And man, was he quick. A flurry of punches followed by an explosive uppercut, and El Skid was on the mat, seeing stars. The referee counted him out and the bell ring to much fanfare.
“Ladies and gentlemen your winner...AND NEWWWWW MAJOR CIRCUIT CHAMPION! MIIIIIKE TYYYYSON!”
******
Backstage, after all the clean up was over, the Commish met with his veteran's council once again. Without wasting any time, they handed forth a folded up piece of paper with a name on it.
“Alright this better be good. Oh! Ooooh! I have to say, I do agree! Sheep Have Wool has been dragging a lot down lately. I mean, did you see that Jump Kick he used last week? Pathetic. This isn't kick boxing. Consider him GONE!”
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Second Round Knockouts
weatheredclown – Great Tiger, Major Circuit forced retirement
Micro – Mad Clown, World Circuit seeing stars
El Skid – Bob Charlie, Former Major Circuit Champion uppercutted
Sheep Have Wool – Dragon Chan, Major Circuit bullied out
Incapacitated
Jpants
On Probation
Rainfall (Reason: Missing a meeting)
Macguffin (Reason: Missing a meeting)
Monkeyfeet and Romantic Undead have been medically cleared to fight again!
Just a reminder: Incapacitated Fighters may not vote, post, or act until they come to.
All PMs will be going out in due course. Round 3 ends tomorrow night at 11 PM.
As awful as last night went (no kill), tonight was the bomb.