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#1 pteroid

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Posted 02 June 2010 - 05:45 PM

(Hi folks, for some time, I've been working on a Kinnikuman-esque story, and I'm most of the way through Episode 1, the following is the prologue and introduction. I'll be posting the first episode and some character bios soon, I hope you like it)

A long time ago, Trans-Galactic Wrestling was called Pan-Galactic Wrestling playing host to the greatest wrestlers in the Milky Way and beyond.

Everything was good until a villainous madman known as Citizen Skull decided to claim dominion over the entire federation. He stealthily gathered a rogues gallery of hooligans, space monsters, and glory-seeking jerks. He took otherwise innocent citizens of the galaxy, and twisted them into mindless goons, setting them loose on his enemies.

In retaliation, the PGW's best and brightest waged a destructive war against the forces of Skull. Momentums shifted, feuds were won and lost, titles changed hands, but the battle looked as though it had no end.

Finally, the two sides met in a climactic struggle in the crab nebula, things were evenly matched but things began to turn in the heroes' favor.
Sensing defeat, Citizen Skull prepared to detonate his trump card, a massive anti-reality bomb, which would wipe everything within its blast radius, from existence.

The PGW, wishing to stop the destruction of all sentient life in the universe, sent five of its best to stop Skull.
The Cyborg Virgo X, the Wolfman Ted "Georgia Bruiser" Walker, "The Flyin' Texan" Terry Haute, the mysterious alien Zelbek, and the recently reformed villain Dr. Rowdy.

The quintet fought their way to Skull's stronghold and into Skull's secret bomb-holding facility (though they lost Zelbek on the way in, cardiac arrest, go figure). They managed to defeat Skull and his elite forces, but they discovered the Anti-Reality Bomb was already active.
Virgo X vowed to stay behind and contain the blast as best he could while the other three made their escape.
The ensuing blast took out nine-tenths of the heroes' ranks, half the nebula, and seven-eighths of Dr.R's body (though he was later brought back as a brain in a jar)

Taking up the mantle of leadership, Terry Haute invited the up-and-comers from across the galaxy (including the son of Virgo X, Virgo Z, and his own son, Nick Haute) to join the rechristened Trans-Galactic Wrestling.
And not a moment too soon, for new destructive free agents, and the Undead Scourge (led by the mysterious sorcerer, Raz), had begun to rampage across the galaxy.

But there were whispers as well, sightings of a figure thought to be long since dead. They've been dismissed as rumors, with the dawning of a new battle, the "Trans-Galactic Idols" could not afford to be distracted by mere possibilities.
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Posted 02 June 2010 - 06:32 PM

Hey, that was kind of cool! I enjoyed it!
Can't wait to see who the 'rumor' guy is!

great job!
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Posted 02 June 2010 - 06:51 PM

great writing, cool imagination and awesome trans-galactic mat mopping adventure ;)
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Posted 03 June 2010 - 05:17 AM

Pretty good story. I wish there were some more details however...

Edited by Neo Muscle, 03 June 2010 - 05:17 AM.

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Posted 03 June 2010 - 08:00 AM

Thanks for the feedback, Episode 1 is still on the way, so in the meantime, enjoy some character Bios so you'll know who's who.

Name: Cerebulon (once known as Dr. Rowdy)
Species: Brain in a Jar (was once a man)
Height: 18"
Weight: 19 lbs.
Hometown: Delta IV, Delta Prime system.
Trademark move: None (He's a Brain in a jar, what do you expect?)
Bio: Formerly a leiutenant in Skull's army, Dr. Rowdy was famous for defeating three fourths of the PGW's elite forces (Ted Walker, Terry Haute, and Zelbek), but was cornered and defeated by Virgo X a few weeks before the battle of the crab nebula. After being apprehended, Rowdy expressed an interest in joining the PGW's cause (citing "Defeat mean Friendship", though other believed he'd just be bored in prison), and was released after proving his worth by stopping a prison break led by one of his former colleagues. Rowdy went on to team with the PGW elite on various battles with Skull's forces, and at the battle of the crab nebula, was intstrumental in defeating Skull's right-hand android, C4 Jones (he dropkicked the robot from behind, which left it open to Walker's Big Bad Mauler technique). However, when the anti-reality explosion occured, Rowdy's body was stripped away, leaving only his brain behind. He was presevered inside a life-support jar and now works as TGW's resident Play-by-play commentator.

Name: Ted "The Georgia Bruiser" Walker
Speices: Wolfman
Height: 7' 2"
Weight: 405 lbs ("All of it muscle...alright, most of it")
Hometown: Atlanta Georgia, by way of Planet Timberian
Trademark move: Big Bad Mauler (Oklahoma Stampede)
Bio: As one of the elilte members of PGW, Ted Walker cut a swath of destruction through Skull's army. Often, he tangled with his nemesis, C4 Jones, in long and hard struggles that invariable ended in draws or double knockouts. During the battle of the crab nebula, Walker was finally able to defeat his rival (with some help from Dr. Rowdy) and was able to escape the anti-reality explosion unscathed. In the intervening years, he began neglecting his physical regimine and was deemed unable to compete in the ring. He now works as the color commentator, and trains the next generation of Idols (particularly Anubis the Jackal and Nimean the Lion).
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Posted 07 June 2010 - 08:10 AM

(Okay folks, in the interest of keeping this curent, I'm releasing episode 1 in parts, here is part one. IMPORTANT NOTE: The quality may or may not be up to par, but I really hit my stride later on)

TGW Episode #1 (Part 1)
The Grand Return
Kronos Space Station (Orbiting Jupiter)
Attendance: 20,000

*The lights in the Station recreational arena are dim, the crowd is hushed with anticipation simmering beneath. Suddenly, pyro rocks the stage as the TGW Logo (the letters TGW as part of shooting star), the camera cuts to the announce table, and one of the oddest set of commentators on this or any planet. One is a Wolfman in jeans, flannel shirt, and a t-shirt that's straining to hold in a large gut, the other is...a brain in a jar. Inexplicably, the brain speaks, with a cultured British accent.*

Brain: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Trans Galactic Wrestling, tonight is the night that we return to bring big time entertainment to all of known space. I'm Cerebulon, here with my brodcast partner, "The Georgia Bruiser" Ted Walker.

*The Wolfman lets loose a thunderous howl that's only drowned out by an enthusiastic fan response*

Walker: Haha! That's right, little buddy, and the Kronos Station is gonna explode tonight! And what's more, we ain't alone here, check out our special guest for tonight!

*The camera zooms out to see a man in his mid-fifties sitting next to the duo, with long greying hair under a white cowboy hat, and wearing a black suit*

Cerebulon: Ladies and Gentlemen, TGW commisioner, Terry Haute!

Terry: Pleasure to be here on our opening night, Reb, I'm glad I've got the best seat in the house for some TGW action.

Cerebulon: Well, we don't have to wait long, tonight we'll be seeing the Trans-Galactic Idols in action, among the other up-and-comers one the galactic circuit. But that pales in comparision to the main event!

Walker: Yessir, a five-man free for all, first one to get a pin or submission will be crowned the TGW champion!

Cerebulon: But first, it's time the for the opening match up, let's get to the action!

*The fast paced Jazz mash-up that is The Seatbelt's "Tank!" (AKA The Cowboy Bebop Theme) burst out of the PA system, and a strange figure whose head is completely obscured by a samurai-style straw hat steps onto the stage. It stands on the stage, then throws the hat into the air and in a flurry of movement, slices it to pieces. The being under it is dressed in white tights with wild dull orange hair, and pure white kabuki-style make up, holding a katana. The mysterious sword slinger makes its way down the aisle, ignoring the fans, it finally rolls into the ring, executes a few more slices with the katana, before sheathing it and handing it to the referee*

Cerebulon: Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan, he is the "Master of the Oni Drop" AAAAKUUUU-GUUUUUMOOOO!

Walker: Sweet Jesus, did you see that hack-job he did with that sword?

Haute: Let's just hope he restricts the use of it to his hat, I don't want to see anyone on the roster in a hospital bed on the first night.

*The frantic jazz of Gumo's theme dies down, only to be replaced with the heavy metal riffs of "Cowboys from Hell" by: Pantera, and a muscular young man with blue jeans, a red cape, sunglasses, and spiky blue hair, steps out onto the stage, he waves energetically at the crowd before sauntering down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans, before rolling into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle and flexing his muscles*

Cerebulon: His opponent, from Dallas, Texas, and representing the Trans-Galactic Idols, "The Texas Stampede" BRENT BRAAAADSHAAAW!

Walker: Here's a good old boy from your neck of the woods, eh, Terry?

Haute: Yep, helped train the kid myself, let's see if he can win the first match for the Idols tonight!

*The referee calls for the bell*

*DING! DING! DING!*

*The two fighters circle each other, Gumo set in a pseudo martial arts stance, Bradshaw more relaxed with his shoulders back, then the two lock-up in the center of the ring attempting to gain an advantage. Gumo slips to the side and gets Bradshaw into a headlock, but Bradshaw shoves him off and sends him running into the ropes, Gumo rebounds and ducks a clothesline by Bradshaw, then locks him into a full nelson.*

Cerebulon: Gumo opting for a technical approach in the early goings.

Walker: Your student is doing so hot right now, eh, Terry?

Haute: He's just getting started, c'mon Brent! That's not how I taught ya!

*Gumo wrenches on the hold, eliciting a grunt of pain from Bradshaw, the Texan face is a mask of concentration and determination, his arms shaking in an attempt to power out of the hold. The crowd begins to clap, cheering on the Texan, and their support appears to work, as Bradshaw slowly begins to lower his arms and break Gumo's grip. However, the crafty masked adversary releases the hold himself and clubs Bradshaw on the back of the neck with his forearm, making the hero fall to the mat.*

Cerebulon: And Aku-Gumo continues to maintain control of the match.

Walker: And it looks like he's still working the submission game!

*With an unearthly amount of speed, Gumo moves to Bradshaw's side and locks him in a fujiwara armbar, wrenching it up to an impossible angle, forcing a pained cry from the hero. The samurai assailant continues to wrench on the Texan's arm without any sign of remorse*

Cerebulon: He's going to break Bradshaw's arm!

Haute: Break nothing, this psycho's going to rip it clean off!

Walker: Well, at least the crowd's on his side. Hey, if he gets hospitalized, he'll still have a ton of well-wishers!

Cerebulon & Haute: Whose side are you on!?

Walker: Kidding, I'm kidding, 'sides, I think the kid's found a way out!

*The Wolfman turns out to be right, Bradshaw suddenly smacks the back of his head against Gumo's, catching the samurai off guard and forcing him to release the hold. Bradshaw quickly rolls to the side, gripping his injured arm, his confident aire disappearing, being replaced with sheer determination. Gumo stands, re-adopting his stance, giving a "come-on" gesture to the Texan. Bradshaw grits his teeth and charges, Gumo attempts to catch him with a belly-to-belly suplex, but Bradshaw feints at the last second at hits the masked man with a boot to the face, making him crash to the ground. The crowd cheers, feeling there's been a change in the momentum.*

*Bradshaw waits in the corner, his confident grin returning, preparing to finish off the now rising Gumo. Gumo, rattled from the strike, struggles to get to his feet, meanwhile, the crowd has begun chanting "Look behind you!", sadly, Gumo heeds this advice and turn right into a kick to the gut and a hooks Gumo arms and plants his head into the mat with thunderous piledriver.*

Haute: Yes! Atta boy, Bradshaw!

*Bradshaw pins Gumo, the ref makes the count. 1, 2, 3!*

Cerebulon: The winner of the match, BRENT BRAAADSHAAAW!

*Bradshaw stands, and jumps atop one of the turnbuckles, raising his arms to the fans, who cheer in response*

Cerebulon: And the first match of the night goes to Idols!

Haute: I can't be any prouder, let's hope the rest are as impressive as he was tonight.

Walker: Yeah, and don't forget-*ksssh* What the? *kssh*

*The screen begins to crackle with interference*

Cerebulon: Som*kssh*ne g*kssh* prod*kssh* assis*kssh*

*The screen cuts out and re-focuses into a dark and dingy room, before the camera stands a gangly man with dirty black beard and a few strands of black hair clinging to his head, dressed in a dark blue overcoat. The man steeples his fingers and grins at the camera, showing off uneven and yellowed teeth. He speaks with a psuedo-Russian accent*

Man: Greetings, foolish creatures, I am called Raspu- er, Raz. And on this glorious day I have come to deliver a very important message: You are all going to die, very soon. You see, I've seen all the terrible wonders that the universe has to offer. A lot of it involved me being killed, repeatedly, in a large amount of horrifically painful ways. But I always came back, because death is cheap when you know his price.

*Raz unsteeples his fingers, running them through his beard*

Raz: Yet, as I was sent to my grave again and again, I realized, there is nothing to fear from the afterlife. That is why I'm confused that, when confronted with the prospect of a peaceful afterlife, the living kick and scratch and fight to continue their meaningless existence. So, I set out to...rectify the misconception. I.E, by showing the entire universe how great the afterlife can be, first hand. To put it in simple terms: You are all going to die. But, you see, I'm going to make the process as easy as possible, I find for someone to accept death, they must be living in a state of complete despair. I'm going to induce this within all of you, by destroying those you hold in highest regard, the so-called "Trans-Galactic Idols", and we're going start tonight! So prepare yourselves, you who call yourselves "Heroes", The Undead Scourge is upon you!

*The screen quickly fades out, going back to Cerebulon, Walker, and Terry Haute*

Cerebulon: Great, now we're dealing with an omnicidal maniac.

Walker: ANOTHER one? Where do these guys keep coming from?

Haute: If that zombie sack of garbage thinks he's going to run roughshod over the idols, then he's got another think coming.

To be continued...
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