Natalya implants

What should I do with this good melee pawn ?

2023.12.17 16:00 apoqan What should I do with this good melee pawn ?

Hello there !
Here is Natalya, she's a minotaur female I captured from an old raid cause of her melee skills, I then decided to implement the genes of a Strigoi prisoner into her.
Now she's really good at melee, she's got sanguophage abilities and the "high melee damage" Strigoi gene + "herculean" Minotaur gene which does : - Melee DPS : x130% - Movement speed : -0.20 - Melee Dodge : -10.0 - (Arrest chance : x150%)
So I wanted to ask you guys if you think it is worth to put her in a warcasket (which one ?) (will she keep her abilities ?), if it isn't what would you do ?
(Maybe that's not relevant but I am using Combat Extended.)
Thanks for your help !
Natalya's informations
her germline (from Roo's Minotaur Xenotype)
her xenogenes (from VRE - Sanguophages)
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2023.09.26 06:57 chr15c My wife watched Raw with me tonight after a long time of not watching wrestling. I took notes of wrestlers according to her

Oh they're twins? I thought they were just brothers Jey
WhoooOoooooOoo (it's not your first guess) Becky
How do you wrestle with those implants? Natalya
American Disaster Guy Cody
Is he supposed to be Kratos? Ciampa
This guy still looks like an Ah Sook (Asian Uncle) Shinsuke
Guy who has a sword but never uses the sword Mcintyre
Roman Reigns Doink the Clown
Why doesn't someone do the (Circus music) instead Seth
That fat one Otis
Stop saying big man slapping man meat, I get it, the other guy is fat too Bronson
His head is big for his body JD
So are they supposed to be goths? Priest
Who supposed to be his mommy? Dom
I thought guys in masks were Mexican, Why does he have a Chinese name? Dragon Lee
Jaxx, Kitana (MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!) Nia Jax
Yes, I know they're from Montréal, you're from Montréal 😒 (I said nothing) Sami and Kevin
Is that (intro graphic) based on DragonBall Z? Zoe
There's a caveman on the stage now Ivar
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2022.10.25 10:58 Human_Sheeple Apparently royals hate sharing a room with their new-born baby

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2022.06.08 00:51 GingerBeamieBoi Survivor Series 2013

Survivor Series 2013
History will be made as WWE presents Survivor Series 2013
MATCH CARD
Singles match for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship Sheamus (c) vs. Triple H
Fatal Four Way Ladder Tag Team match to unify the WWE Tag Team and World Tag Team Championships Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins (World Tag) vs. PAC and Zack Sabre Jr (WWE Tag) vs. The Fatu Twins vs. Intellectual Charm
Singles match to unify the WWE Women's and WWE Divas Championships Taylor Wilde (Women's) vs. Daffney (Divas)
Edge vs. Samoa Joe
Singles match for the WWE United States Championship Jeff Hardy (c) vs. Abyss
Cody Rhodes vs. Doug Williams
Singles match for the WWE Cruiserweight Championship La Sombra (c) vs. Jun Kasai
Team Haze (Daizee Haze, Meiko Satomura, Serena Deeb, Cherry Bomb, and AJ Lee) vs. Team Kana (Kana, LuFisto, Madison Eagles, Natalya, and Shayla)
Team Styles (AJ Styles, Rey Mysterio, CM Punk, Randy Orton, and Kenny Omega) vs. Team Batista (Batista, Adam Cole, WWE Intercontinental Champion Roman Reigns, Drew McIntyre, and Kane)
RESULTS
Daffney defeats Taylor Wilde in 18:21 via pinfall with the Lobotomy to unify the WWE Women's and WWE Divas Championships; The Divas title will be retired and the Women's Title lineage will continue
Abyss defeats Jeff Hardy (c) in 12:41 via pinfall with the Black Hole Slam to win the WWE United States Championship
Team Haze (Daizee Haze, Meiko Satomura, Serena Deeb, Cherry Bomb, and AJ Lee) defeat Team Kana (Kana, LuFisto, Madison Eagles, Natalya, and Shayla) in 15:06 in a Classic Survivor Series Tag Team Elimination match (Sole Survivor: Daizee Haze)
ELIMINATIONS
  1. Shayla eliminates Serena Deeb via pinfall with the Implant DDT
  2. Meiko Satomura eliminates Madison Eagles via submission with the Arm-Trapped Crossface
  3. Daizee Haze eliminates LuFisto via pinfall with the Daizee Cutter
  4. Natalya eliminates Meiko Satomura via submission with the Sharpshooter
  5. Shayla eliminates Cherry Bomb via submission with A Lesson In Honor
  6. AJ Lee eliminates Kana via submission with the Black Widow
  7. Daizee Haze eliminates Shayla via pinfall with the Daizee Cutter
  8. Natalya eliminates AJ Lee via submission with the Sharpshooter
  9. Daizee Haze eliminates Natalya via pinfall with the Mind Trip
Doug Williams defeats Cody Rhodes in 12:42 via pinfall with Chaos Theory
La Sombra (c) defeats Jun Kasai in 12:52 via pinfall with the Sombra Driver to retain the WWE Cruiserweight Championship
Team Styles (AJ Styles, Rey Mysterio, CM Punk, Randy Orton, and Kenny Omega) defeat Team Batista (Batista, Adam Cole, Roman Reigns, Drew McIntyre, and Kane) in 20:21 in a Classic Survivor Series Elimination Tag Team match (Sole Survivor: AJ Styles)
ELIMINATIONS
  1. Randy Orton eliminates Kane via pinfall with the RKO
  2. Roman Reigns eliminates Randy Orton via pinfall with the Spear
  3. Batista eliminates CM Punk via pinfall with the Batista Bomb
  4. Kenny Omega eliminates Adam Cole via pinfall with the One-Winged Angel
  5. Rey Mysterio eliminates Drew McIntyre via pinfall with the 619
  6. Batista eliminates Rey Mysterio via pinfall with the Spear
  7. AJ Styles eliminates Roman Reigns via submission with the Calf Killer
  8. Batista eliminates Kenny Omega via pinfall with the Batista Bomb
  9. AJ Styles eliminates Batista via pinfall with the Spiral Tap
Samoa Joe defeats Edge in 13:05 via pinfall with the Island Driver
Intellectual Charm (Sandow/Prince Pretty) defeat The Fatu Twins, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins (World Tag) and PAC and Zack Sabre Jr (WWE Tag) in a Fatal Four Way Ladder match in 23:01 to unify the WWE Tag Team and World Tag Team Championships; The World Tag Team Championships are now retired; the lineage will continue with the WWE Tag Team Championships
Triple H defeats Sheamus (c) in 28:16 via pinfall with the Pedigree to win the WWE World Heavyweight Championship; This was due to interference, on Triple H's behalf, from Randy Orton, Finn Balor and Kevin Steen
The show ended with Triple H, Randy Orton, Kevin Steen and Finn Balor all standing over Sheamus
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2022.01.01 03:08 NotTheOneAJ Vince McMahon: "The top 2 @WWE execs are brown (me & Nick)!! Charlotte, Carmella, Liv, Mandy, Dana, Sasha & Natalya all won on tv this month. The WWE Women's Title has been very diverse. I let Toni's contract expire as I felt she needed implants. #DayOne Singles Match TOMORROW!"

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2021.12.04 04:16 NJPWGedo Rebooking Survivor Series 2021

Damian Priest vs. Shinsuke Nakamura
The Match
This match doesn’t get much build, as it’s relegated to the pre-show and announced the day of the show. Nakamura hasn’t been defending this belt often as per usual with his IC Title reigns, however Damian Priest has had himself a decent reign with the belt so far. Nevertheless, we’re set to find out who’s the better champion as we begin our battle for BRAND SUPREMACY. The following weeks prior to this match, we’ve noticed a bit of tension between Boogz and Nakamura, as Nakamura has frequently told him that he doesn’t like the songs that he’s been playing. Nakamura tells him that again during their entrance this week. Boogz starts to cry because Nakamura doesn’t like his guitar playing, however his sadness quickly turn into anger, BEFORE HE STORMS THE RING AND BREAKS THE GUITAR OVER NAKAMURA’S BACK! Nakamura is ruled the winner of this match by disqualification, and Boogz attempts to play the broken guitar on his way out of the ring as Priest sits in the ring wondering what the fuck just happened.
Shinsuke Nakamura def. Damian Priest in 2:30
Raw - 0 SmackDown - 1
Once the show finally starts, we see Vince McMahon come out with a live mic. With tears streaming down his face, he sadly announces that the Rock will not be able to show up tonight. He quickly grows angry at the Rock big leaguing WWE, saying that the Rock was never really that good and asking the fans to come up with a single good Rock match. Eventually, Vince states that tonight, we’re going to crown a bigger and better Rock in the Rock’s 25th Anniversary Battle Royal.
Becky Lynch vs. Charlotte Flair
The Build
On the SmackDown after Crown Jewel, we see our SmackDown Women’s Champion, Charlotte Flair, as it’s announced that she’s going to do battle with her former best friend, Becky Lynch, at Survivor Series. She cuts a promo bringing up the history that the two women share, going far back to the days that they were in NXT together. When she’s done with that, she brings up the fact that they not only main evented WrestleMania together, but they’ve main evented countless shows with each other. Flair concludes the promo by stating that regardless of the past that they share, she’s going to go over at Survivor Series no matter what. Later on in the week, we get a promo from Becky Lynch over on Raw, but this one has more vitriol compared to Charlotte’s. Becky doesn’t just attack Charlotte Flair, she attacks the woman behind it, Ashley Fliehr, going in on her plastic surgeries and even making fun of her for having an absent father. It’s clear that Becky’s taking this feud way more personal than Charlotte is, and an in-ring face to face confrontation is announced for the next episode of Raw.
By the time that the next episode of Raw comes around, the fans can’t wait to see these two women come face to face for what seems to be the 50th time. Right out the gate, Becky continues to go in on Charlotte’s numerous plastic surgeries, making fun of her implants for popping and her face for looking like handsome Squidward. However, Becky’s entire argument gets dismantled when Charlotte interjects and says that Becky wishes that she had breasts as big as hers. Becky is taken aback by this, as she stumbles her words and looks uncomfortable in the ring as Charlotte continues to insult her. Eventually, she exits the ring and runs far away, leaving Charlotte in the ring with a confused look on her face.
Two weeks later on Raw, the Raw crowd is shocked to see Becky Lynch come down the ramp looking completely different. Her face is all new, she’s got new DDD breasts, and she’s even got an all new enormous Kim Kardashian ass. Walking down the ramp looking like Wendy Williams if she shit her pants, she gets into the ring and says that Charlotte brought out insecurities that she didn’t know she had before. Now that she’s the Becky that she wants to be, she’s going to defeat Charlotte at Survivor Series. The SmackDown Women’s Champion comes down to the ring, laughing in Becky’s face. Becky doesn’t appreciate Charlotte’s berating of her, prompting a brawl that eventually sees Becky knock Charlotte out cold with a nasty Rear View. Charlotte Flair is helped to the back as we close the show before Survivor Series with one question hanging over the minds of the WWE Universe: Will Becky Lynch’s new assets help her defeat Charlotte Flair?
The Match
The first match on tonight’s main card is the clash between Becky Lynch and Charlotte Flair. We see Charlotte make her entrance first, as she walks down the ramp and enters the ring as confident as ever. We wait to hear Becky Lynch’s theme now as she’s set to enter next, however there’s a long pause before ring announcer Mike Rome takes the microphone and makes the announcement, “Unfortunately due to a ruptured breast implant, Becky Lynch is unable to compete tonight. Therefore, YOUR WINNER IS CHARLOTTE FLAIR!” Pat McAfee begins to gyrate on the table as SmackDown picks up their first win of the night.
Charlotte Flair def. Becky Lynch in 0:00
Raw - 0 SmackDown - 2
Team Raw (Seth Rollins, Finn Balor, Kevin Owens, Austin Theory, and Rey Mysterio) vs. Team SmackDown (Drew McIntyre, Jeff Hardy, Xavier Woods, Happy Corbin, and Sheamus)
The Match
Like real life, we see both teams get announced via social media, however in the comments of each post we see all competitors complain about being included in said match. Here are some quotes from the comments section. Kevin Owens says, “I thought I told them last year that I didn’t wanna be a part of this bullshit.” Sheamus tweets, “Again? Don’t they realize we hate this?” We even see the usually jovial Xavier Woods comment on the post, saying “Damn they finally got me into one of these.” Regardless, the match is made official, and we start with Kevin Owens and Drew McIntyre. They’re about to lock horns, BUT KEVIN OWENS LEAVES THE RING! Team Raw all look confused as they demand Owens to return to the ring, but Owens simply stands on the ramp before getting counted out.
Due to Owens’ early elimination, Finn Balor becomes the next legal man. However, he storms out after Owens, getting into an argument with him on the ramp. The argument quickly turns into a brawl, ending with Kevin Owens delivering a Stunner to Balor that knocks him out cold. Balor lays on the ramp as the referee continues to count him out, eventually reaching the count of ten, eliminating Finn Balor from this match. Drew McIntyre begins to laugh as Rey Mysterio enters the ring and exits, choosing to check up on Balor instead of fight Drew. He is also counted out, with Rey kicking the barricade in anger once he realizes the foolish decision he just made.
It’s now just Seth Rollins and Austin Theory left on Team Raw, as Seth enters the ring, scared to lock up with Drew McIntyre. The two men engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, with Drew shoving Seth to the ground instantly. In fear of McIntyre, Rollins rolls out of the ring, sprinting up the ramp and tripping over the still unconscious body of Finn Balor. Eventually, Seth is also counted out after he makes it backstage. Austin Theory looks around on the apron, slowly realizing that he’s the last legal man on Team Raw. He doesn’t even get into the ring, instead joining his other four teammates in a countout loss as he heads up the ramp. Team SmackDown celebrate this victory, as Pat McAfee leaps back onto the announce table to celebrate this SmackDown win.
Team SmackDown def. Team Raw in 3:12
Raw - 0 SmackDown - 3
The Rock’s 25th Anniversary Battle Royal
The Match
As I’m sure we all know from earlier on the show, this match was announced to celebrate the Rock’s 25th Anniversary with the company. The Rock was initially supposed to join this match on guest commentary, however due to scheduling conflicts, he was unable to show up. Therefore, this match is set to decide who will be the new Rock. We see a large cast of characters all attempt to become the next Rock. Bodies fly all over the place as people are hurled over the top rope, however in the end there’s only two men that are left in the ring, AND IT’S OMOS AND MANSOOR!!! Both of these men give us some solid David and Goliath offense, however a WMD from Omos knocks Mansoor out cold. He’s about to toss him over the top rope… BUT MANSOOR REVERSES THE IRISH WHIP AND ELIMINATES OMOS!!! MANSOOR IS THE NEW ROCK!!!
Mansoor wins the battle royal in 13:10
Raw - 0 SmackDown - 4
RK-Bro vs. the Usos
The Build
After both teams successfully defend their titles on the Raw and SmackDowns after Crown Jewel, with the Usos defeating Shanky and Jinder Mahal meanwhile RK-Bro defeat T-BAR and Mace, it’s announced that these two squads are set to do battle in a Champion vs. Champion match. On the next episode of SmackDown, we’re set to witness a clash between Randy Orton and Jey Uso, as the two men are set to give us a little preview of the tag match that we’re gonna get at Survivor Series. This match ends up running for about 8 minutes, both Orton and Jey working a slow, “methodical” match that ends when Riddle and Jimmy Uso run in and attack the other men’s teammates. With this match going to a no contest, we’re given a rematch on the following episode of Raw.
The rematch between Jey and Randy is a literal move for move recreation of their original slow, methodical match on last week’s SmackDown, even down to the finish where both Jimmy and Riddle run in and cause another no-contest. You’d think that this builds to a match between Jimmy Uso and Matt Riddle (do they still call him Matt or nah?) but no, we’re set to witness a THIRD rematch between these two men on the next episode of SmackDown. Lucky for the fans, we don’t see a no contest finish here, instead we get a double countout once Randy Orton does a …dive onto Jey Uso and lands right on his own head, taking both men out as the referee counts them out.
The following week, the WWE Universe is shocked to hear that Jimmy Uso has been arrested for a DUI only two days out from Survivor Series. With the upcoming champion vs. champion match in question, we’re hit with yet another gut punch as news breaks, informing us that Matt Riddle has also been arrested for DUI. In this case, we see dashcam footage of Riddle rolling his window down and the officer being engulfed in a plume of smoke, looking like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie. The Survivor Series match is eventually changed to be Randy Orton vs. Jey Uso.
The Match
This match runs for about 15 minutes, with Orton and Jey exchanging various headlocks throughout the match. The first half of this match is legitimately just Orton keeping Jey grounded via headlock, before Jey eventually manages to get up and land a Back Suplex for a minor pop. The excitement gets sucked right back out of the arena once Jey locks in his own headlock, only for Orton to slip free and bring Jey down to the ground with yet another headlock. Eventually, Jey is put to sleep by the headlock, and Orton is ruled the victor of this match.
Randy Orton def. Jey Uso in 15:14
However, Orton doesn’t let go of the headlock once he’s ruled the victor. This frustrates the referee, who demands that Randy releases Jey, only for Randy to tell the referee that he’s physically incapable of releasing this headlock. Randy seems genuine here, as it’s clear that he never learned how to release someone from a headlock when he was trained. Nevertheless, the referee doesn’t buy it, and he reverses the decision, disqualifying Randy and giving SmackDown another victory tonight.
Jey Uso def. Randy Orton by DQ
Raw - 0 SmackDown - 5
Team Raw (Bianca Belair, Rhea Ripley, Liv Morgan, Carmella, and Zelina Vega) vs. Team SmackDown (Sasha Banks, Shayna Baszler, Shotzi, Natalya, and Toni Storm)
The Match
At this point in the show, we’re about an hour into the action, and this is supposed to be a four hour show. Fans are curious as to what’s going to fill up the rest of the show, and well, this is your answer. This match was already very bad in real life, but what if it lasted two and a half hours? You’ve never heard a crowd as dead as this one, as they’re forced to sit through this excruciating match. Highlights of this match include, well, nothing really. The crowd is pre-COVID ROH levels of silent for this match, not making a peep throughout the match until the end of the match, where sole survivor Natalya does battle with Carmella. Here, we see Natalya land that awesome Discus Clothesline that she does on Carmella, pinning her and ending this 150+ minute match to give the win to Team SmackDown. Pat McAfee once again hops on the announce table to celebrate this victory, though nobody feels like a winner coming out of this match.
Team SmackDown def. Team Raw in 2:35:41
Raw - 0 SmackDown - 6
Roman Reigns vs. Bobby Lashley
The Build
Instead of Big E cashing in on Bobby Lashley in September, we see him hold off on it, giving Lashley a bit of a longer reign heading into this year’s Survivor Series main event. Lashley is able to defend the title against Drew McIntyre at Extreme Rules in a 60-Minute Iron Man match, giving the WWE Universe 60 more minutes of a feud that should’ve been dead long ago. Meanwhile over on SmackDown, Roman Reigns does more than enough to hold the fort down, crushing any and all contenders that go against him in order to further his “give me the belt and I beat everyone” reign.
At Crown Jewel, it’s Roman Reigns vs. Brock Lesnar for the Universal Championship in the main event of the show. This match runs for about 10 minutes, with the end of the match seeing Lashley run in and attempt to cost the Tribal Chief his championship so that he can finally get his dream match against Brock Lesnar. Unfortunately for Lashley, we see Lesnar pick the Dominator up for an F-5, allowing Roman to get the jump on Lesnar and land a Spear to put him down and retain his title.
In the weeks leading up to Survivor Series, we see a few promos between Reigns and Lashley, with one seeing Lashley get talked into a one on one match with Paul Heyman. It’s expected that Lashley’s gonna squash Heyman, however, before the match, Reigns attacks Lashley, eventually putting him out of commission with the Guillotine Choke. Heyman is able to pin Lashley, giving Heyman a pinfall win over the WWE Champion. Heyman begins calling himself the Dominator now, much to the chagrin of Lashley.
The Match
Reigns and Lashley have a fairly standard match for the first five minutes, with the real shock coming once Big E runs in AND CASHES IN HIS MONEY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE ON BOBBY LASHLEY!!! This turns the match into a triple threat match for the WWE Championship. For a fair few minutes, Big E runs this match, fending off both Lashley and Reigns, however he makes the mistake of trying to hit Reigns with a Big Ending… ONLY FOR REIGNS TO ESCAPE AND LAND A SPEAR!!! AND REIGNS LOCKS IN THE CRAVATE!!! It isn’t long before Roman Reigns eventually puts Big E to sleep, WINNING THE WWE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Pat McAfee jumps up on the announce table, stripping his clothes off in celebration of Team SmackDown’s sweep tonight.
Roman Reigns def. Big E and Bobby Lashley in 9:14
Raw - 0 SmackDown - 7
Roman Reigns celebrates this win with the Dominator, Paul Heyman by his side… BUT HE’S INTERRUPTED BY THIS THEME SONG!!! COULD IT BE, IS THE ROCK REALLY HERE? Well, it’s actually Mansoor, BUT HE’S THE ROCK NOW SO WOOOOOO! Mansoor comes down the ramp sporting a new look, with a shaved head, a tribal tattoo on his chest, and some elbow pads. He comes face to face with Roman before saying these words… “I AM THE TRIBAL CHIEF NOW!” AND IT’S MANSOOR WITH THE ROCK BOTTOM TO THE WWE AND UNIVERSAL CHAMPION! Mansoor takes the lay off of Roman’s neck, before donning it himself AND THROWING THE ELBOW PAD INTO THE CROWD BEFORE HITTING THE PEOPLE’S ELBOW! This show closes on the image of the New Rock standing tall over Roman Reigns, clearly establishing himself as the biggest threat to Roman’s title reign now.
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2021.08.29 21:18 DawnOfLegion1 Rebooking Kharma's WWE run

Background :
In honor of Kia Stevens' retirement, I decided to have a go at her criminally underutilized WWE run and establish her as one of the greatest women the company has ever had, period. Upon her 2011 debut, the expectations for the former Awesome Kong were as big as her powerbombs, with the former TNA Knockouts' Champ debuting at Extreme Rules that year and "retiring" Michelle McCool. Weeks of terrorizing and running amok on the Divas unfortunately lead to nothing, as Kharma announced her pregnancy and immediate hiatus from WWE. Nine months later, The Leviathan of the women's division returned in the 2012 Royal Rumble...and was never seen again. This rebooking shall pick off where WWE dropped the ball, immediately after the 2012 Rumble. Let me rectify this mistake and unleash bad karma, courtesy of Kharma, on the entire WWE !

Rebooking :
Elimination Chamber 2012 : Brie Bella vs Eve Torres vs Kelly Kelly vs Layla vs Nikki Bella vs a mystery participant, First Ever Women's Elimination Chamber Match, Winner gets a title shot come WrestleMania 28
( John Laurinatis, interim GM of Raw comes out and brings out the sixth, mystery participant - HAHAHAHAH, IT'S KHARRRRMAAAAA ! She is back, as the rest of the Divas in the pods look petrified my man. Kharma decides to start the match and her unfortunate victim is poor ol' Eve. Eve puts up a decent fight, but ultimately gets eliminated after a top rope Uraken shot. The next victi..I mean participant is Brie, and her time in the match does not last long at all. Kharma tosses Brie through Nikki's pod, bringing out both sisters involuntarily in the match !! Bellas mocked Kharma nine months ago during her announcement, and it's time to pay up. Kharma squashes them both, literally and figuratively, with a Top Rope Double Splash !! Layla is out next, and she spends her time dodging Kharma the best way she knows how until Kelly enters the match last. The valiant babyfaces go to work, but it's all for nothing ultimately. Kharma powerbombs Layla on top of Kelly to eliminate the hot Brit, before putting Kelly herself away with an Implant Buster !! Kharma just annihilated everyone, and I wouldn't want to be the champion come WrestleMania.. )

WrestleMania 28 : Kharma vs Beth Phoenix (c), WWE Divas Championship, Maria Menonous is the Special Guest Referee
( The ultimate dream match between the alpha females delivers, and then some. Beth finally mounts some offense on the big bad Kharma, and even sets her up for Glam Slam, can she do it !!? Nope, Kharma is too big and too strong, escaping the grip with back - to - back Urakens !! A stunned Beth walks into a boot from Kharma, SHE HAS HER UP - IMPLANT BUSTER, WHAT POWER ! 1,2,3, KHARMA REIGNS SUPREME !! Kharma is the new champion, as an uberly intimidated Maria is forced to raise the new champion's hand....and eat an Implant Buster for her troubles !! )
Kharma wins the WWE Divas Championship

Extreme Rules 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Beth Phoenix, Falls Count Anywhere Match for the WWE Divas Championship
( It is only appropriate that Kharma sets the premise for the WWE women and their ability to have competitive matches, with violent stipulations when appropriate. Both ladies end up on the top rope, Beth is vicious with her forearms but the champ proves to be even more vicious with her headbutts. Kharma grabs a proper hold of Beth, oh Jesus... SUPER AWESOME BOMB THROUGH A TABLE !! BETH IS BROKEN IN HALF, Kharma makes the cover... and it is over. Kharma has vanquished The Glamazon, the baddest woman on the block not once but twice ! Dark days for the Divas are still in full effect.. )

Over The Limit 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Brie Bella vs Nikki Bella, Triple Threat Match for the WWE Divas Championship
( Our champ Kharma firmly establishes herself as a tweener by this point, hell bent on bringing change to the women's division in the WWE. In order to do that, she must conquer the two girls that are the literal antithesis of what a women's wrestler is. Thankfully, Kharma makes good on her promise and squashes the twins with relative ease after a Double Awesome Splash. Kharma keeps her title, and her quest for change is still on. )

Money In The Bank 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Natalya, WWE Divas Championship
( Quest for change reaches its semi conclusion, with Kharma announcing she wants to bring back the old Women's Championship and trash the Divas Title !! The only obstacle in the champ's way is a very game Natalya, who takes the brute to the limit in this match. Unfortunately, Nattie's inability to put the Sharpshooter on Kharma costs her, allowing the champ to hit an Uraken / Awesome Bomb combo for another successful title defense. Kharma is still the champ, but Nattie put up a hell of a fight. )

No Way Out 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Natalya, Steel Cage Match for the WWE Divas Championship
( With the feud heating up, these two hard working ladies earn a blow off inside of a cage. Nattie's generational BFF, Tamina, will also be ringside. Following a very grueling and intense match, especially by these early 2010 WWE standards, Kharma puts Nattie away after a Super Awesome Bomb, which looks even cooler with the cage visual surrounding it. Kharma celebrates her win by climbing the cage, staring down the big Samoan ringside in the process. )

SummerSlam 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Tamina Snuka, WWE Divas Championship
( Kharma already proved herself against another alpha female in Beth, can she do it against big Tamina too ? Yes, because as cool of an attraction as this match would be, Tamina was never good in the ring, so we keeping it short. Kharma retains her crown once again after a very impressive Implant Buster on big Tammie Snuka. )

Night Of Champions 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Aksana ( with Antonio Cesaro), WWE Women's Championship
( Xana earns a fluke title opportunity by winning a Battle Royal, largely due to interference by her boyfriend Cesaro. At the PPV, Kharma squashes her easily, and to add cherry on top of this disastrous cake, Cesaro dumps Aksana after the match ! Might as well lose that first name too pal. )

Hell In A Cell 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Kaitlyn, WWE Women's Championship
( First proper challenger for Kharma's new Women's Title is none other than the NXT upstart, Kaitlyn. Surprisingly, Kait shows no fear in facing Kharma, and is facing the challenge head on. Even more surprisingly, the match ends in a no contest after Kaitlyn takes herself and Kharma out with a massive running Spear through the barricade ! Match is completely thrown out, but the important question is this - has the unstoppable Kharma finally met her match ? )

Survivor Series 2012 : Kharma and Kaitlyn do not wrestle on the show, they instead engage in a wild, wild brawl, the most violent brawl women have ever been a part of in WWE up to this point. The ladies show their disdain for each other by occasionally using weaponry such as steps and chairs, situation is escalating out of control. The goofy security force is restraining Kait back, which allows Kharma to hit a cheap shot Uraken ! Kharma ends the segment with a massive powerbomb off the stage, crushing Kaitlyn in half !! Kharma just cheated for the first time to get an upperhand, fiery Kaitlyn is definitely under the champion's skin..

TLC 2012 : Kharma (c) vs Kaitlyn, Tables Match for the WWE Women's Championship
( This violent rivalry is finally about to reach its conclusion, in a big way, Tables Style ! Kait hits two back to back Spears on The Leviathan, before setting up a third, through a table that's set up in the corner. Kait charges, but Kharma ducks, and the rookie goes flying through the table !! Kharma is visibly frustrated, so she picks Kait up, AND POWERBOMBS HER FROM THE RING THROUGH A TABLE RINGSIDE !! Referee calls for the bell, as doctors run in to check on Kait !! Just when we started doubting Kharma, she annihilates again ! )

Royal Rumble and Elimination Chamber 2013 : Kharma does not wrestle on these shows, but she does appear after the Chamber Match to stare down her challenger for WrestleMania 29, which is..

WrestleMania 29 : Kharma (c) vs AJ Lee, WWE Women's Championship
( This is it, the one year reign of Kharma is put to the test against the ultimate underdog, the modern day Gail Kim in AJ. In the match itself, AJ shocks the world by kicking out of two consecutive Awesome Bombs, the second one being a SuperBomb !! Kharma is beside herself, grabbing AJ by the neck, ready to snap it at any moment. Instead, the behemoth goes up top, oh god, she is about to Splash AJ and break her spine !! HERE COMES KING KONG KHARMA... NO, AJ ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY !! Kharma eats the mat, as AJ hits a Shining Wizard, stunning the champ !! AJ rolls over with Headscissors, right into the Black Widow submission !! Kharma is attempting to overpower the miniature Lee, but AJ begins Stomping Kharma's head while she is trapped in the hold, D - Bryan style !! Much like WALTER did to Ilja, KHARMA TAPS, KHARMA TAPS !!! AJ has ended the 371 day reign of Kharma, what a moment !! )
AJ Lee wins the WWE Women's Championship

Aftermath : Despite her loss, there are still a lot of things we could do with ol' Kong after this. She could remain a heel and either form a WWE version of Kongtourage or even become a hired gun for Stephanie in The Authority. On the flipside, Kharma could turn face properly and go after Stephanie and her hired henchwomen, perhaps even winning the belt again, as a babyface this time. In any case, Kharma could have been a valuable asset for several years after her loss to AJ, especially considering the soon - to - be arrival of Four Horsewomen, Paige, Nia Jax and others. Plethora of opponents for Kong, no matter which side of the wrestling moral spectrum she ends up on. Or should I say plenty of victims, receivers of bad.. karma !!
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2021.07.15 17:55 Incorrect1012 What’s your favorite stupid Total Divas storyline?

Look I’m sure we’ve all heard of one story from one of these episodes so stupid you had to turn in, or maybe you just genuinely enjoyed the show. What is your favorite absolutely brain dead stupid story you have ever seen on Total Divas? I have a couple
Brie and Bryan’s bus- this has a couple of stories all tied in. Jimmy Uso is a horny guy and keeps trying to have sex with Naomi everywhere. Nikki Bella brags to Brie about having sex on a bus after a show. Brie convinced Bryan to get a bus because I guess it’s convenient. Bryan has two rules: no pooping, and no sex. Brie invites basically everybody on this bus. Naomi and Jimmy break rule 2 in like 5 minutes, and Natalya goes number 2 in like 30 minutes. Oh also Nikki loses her tooth and spends the whole time lamenting on how ugly she is, and you can’t see the tooth the entire time.
Rusev doesn’t like Lana kissing and touching other women. Lana then repeatedly does it to piss him off.
Natalya keeps trying to seduce Tyson Kidd. He is more focused on watching AJPW tapes.
Ariane is horrified by how much her and Naomi’s ring gear covers them up. She goes to get some much more revealing ring gear, pissing off seamstress Sandra, and Naomi’s whole vagina is out. Naomi is happy the whole time with their old gear and has to convince Ariane that she still shows “booty meat”.
Nikki gets all the attention at autograph signings because of her breast implants. Ariane wants that attention and tries to get them but keeps losing them, like in the pool.
Natalya doesn’t like whatever the hell Paige is doing in the ring because it’s too sexual and then proceeds to grope Paige in revenge.
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2021.04.23 23:16 Teleros Out of the Null Zone #13

Earth has been saved and the siege of Avalon lifted, but Magos Shintarno has escaped justice once again. Now, whilst James fortifies his new home against future assault, Natalya works to free Dukkarin from Magos Shintarno's curse...

Magnitogorsk's already tumultuous weather raged fiercer than ever before as a great jet of liquid metal, ice and rock poured into the atmosphere and plunged down into and through the metallic hydrogen at the centre. Deeper and deeper the stream plunged, until at last it entered the open lock of James's workshop. The entire mass of the system's two asteroid belts - collectively over half the mass of Earth's moon - was pouring into that spherical void. As it entered it changed, cooling and solidifying into precisely manufactured structures, or transmuting from one element to another, or even into exotic forms of matter. Great spherical battlestations began to form by their hundreds and their thousands before exiting via another open lock, shooting down a vacuum preserved by a tube of quasi-solid force, until they emerged from the other side of the great gas giant and began shooting off to their assigned orbits. Other devices, smaller but no less dangerous, emerged and formed a small artificial asteroid belt in close proximity to Avalon's sun, linking themselves together with rods of pure force to form an unbreakable ring.

Bit by bit, Avalon's defences began to take shape, as the battlestations began to form six great spherical shells around the star. From the first, just within Avalon's orbit, to the sixth, out beyond even the system's Kuiper belt, there was nowhere within a hundred AU of Avalon that would be safe.

The asteroids belts exhausted, it was now the turn of the Kuiper belt and Oort cloud, and still it was not enough. One by one, the outer planets began to glow, their own gravity losing to raw human will. Icy worlds that hadn't known liquids since the dawn of the solar system melted and began to elongate as they were drawn in towards the stormy gas giant - and still it was not enough. Only when the great gas giant was itself stripped of its many dozens of moons was James's insatiable appetite for raw materials met. Given the time required to move so much matter from one end of a solar system to the other it would be days before the work was complete, but when it was done there would not be a Magos-world in the empire that could rival Avalon.


Archmagos Vollanknor studied the minds of the scout's crew minutely, searching for the slightest discrepancy that might indicate any kind of tampering. There was none to be found however, and so, after carefully scrubbing their minds of any memories of the mission, he sent them on their way.

So it was true. Shintarno had indeed lost a pair of planets - and one was a gas giant! That appeared to have been mass scattered, but the smaller world - one of her fortified outposts in an asteroid belt - had "merely" been reduced to loose rubble. A conventional attack could have done that - it would be wasteful, but it was certainly doable.

There were also very few warships present in the system - few enough that Vollanknor suspected a fairly major battle had happened. There wasn't much in the way of wreckage, but then again that might just have been due to the firepower involved: anyone with access to the vaults of the Heptarchs certainly had enough firepower to ensure that.

~Prepare my shuttle,~ he ordered his adjutant. ~I may be gone for some time.~

~It awaits you on your landing pad, my Archmagos,~ that worthy replied.

Vollanknor acknowledged his underling's efficiency with a wordless thought as he glided out of his chambers and down a hallway towards his private landing pad. Unlike most shuttles, this one was unusual, both in its size - it packed considerably more defences than most - and its internal design, for it had space only for Vollanknor himself and one other - and never in its decades of service had that second seat been filled.

The powerful shuttle lifted up from the pad and shot off towards a nondescript warehousing station not far from the great Dyson ring. It docked with the station, and a few minutes later the defenders and space traffic controllers of Timolar acknowledged cleared the area as a large cruiser emerged from the "warehouse".

Aboard the Torment of Timolar, Vollanknor checked over the one-person cruiser's systems one last time as he cleared the station and headed out to a safe distance before activating the jump drive. The big, powerful cruiser vanished in a multicoloured flash.

An hour later it re-emerged at a randomly-determined point far beyond the reach of any imperial sensor. Vollanknor brought up the coordinates of the Throneworld, activated the hyperdrive, and the Torment of Timolar shot away into infinity.


"Hello, Natalya."

"Hello Dukkarin." Natalya closed the cell door behind her and heard the heavy metal bar swing down on the other side, and sat down on the end of the little bed. "James is still busy fortifying the system, but the children are taking a nap so I thought I'd come and see you."

"You should not keep me here," Dukkarin said morosely. "One day, your guard will slip, and I will betray you both."

"Nonsense." Natalya reached over and gripped his wrist, then gave him a gentle slap on the cheek with his own hand. "Who did that? You, or me?"

"All the same, I should not be here." Dukkarin insisted. "Such buried orders... well they are not so easily removed."

"You know about it?"

"I saw it happen once, to a colleague. Two specialists from the Tower of Rehabilitation attempted to remove a mind-curse implanted by one of Magos Shintarno's rivals. It was like... no, it was torture. And then his heart gave out."

"I see." Natalya studied the Vrak sombrely. "Well, lucky you have me then," she said, perking up suddenly as she stood. "Trust me, we can get it done."

"But if it-"

"If it fails, we will find another way. I'm not abandoning you to Shintarno's clutches, Dukkarin."

"I don't... I remember his pain, the expression on his face. The-" Dukkarin's voice was cut off with a whoosh as he was flung backwards and into the wall. Manacles flowed out and bound him in place as Natalya advanced on him.

"I'm not talking to Dukkarin any more, am I?"

"Natalya, please - I don't, I can't-" Dukkarin screamed in pain as Natalya laid a hand on his forehead. "I'll stop... stop my heart! I can do that!"

"No you can't," Natalya replied calmly, her senses expanding as she willed Dukkarin's heart to continue beating. A blood vessel in his brain began to swell, but she coaxed it gently back into submission, then quietened a surge of electrical activity in his brain before it could develop into an epileptic fit. She sensed his powerful muscles straining, trying to tear his own body apart, and stilled them with a thought.

"Get away from me you whore!" the Vrak screamed, snarling and snapping at the diminutive human woman, his reptilian features taking on a savage, bestial aspect. "Let me go!"

"Fight it, Dukkarin," she whispered, leaning in closer. "Trust me, you can do it. I know you can."

"I can't... so..." he managed. He roared, equal parts fury and agony. "There's nothing to fight! It's just me!"

Natalya put her hands to his temples, her light touch stronger than any physical restraint. "You have no power here," she said, her eyes boring deep into Dukkarin's. "You are nothing - not an echo, not even a shadow, just a figment of the imagination. But Dukkarin - Dukkarin is a man, and he. Will. Be. Free."

Dukkarin writhed helplessly in the shackles as Natalya bent his head down and gently kissed him on the forehead, and the cell shook with the sound of the engine-singer's anguished wail.


The Throneworld. Capital of the empire, wonder of the galaxy, eternal proof of the gods and their power. A great Dyson shell built around a black hole, anchored to the singularity itself by four great pillars that defied physics as they plunged unharmed through the event horizon. A fortress without compare, its eldritch arrays capable of snuffing out stars even as its shields shrugged off supernovae. A structure built from the subatomic scale up to resonate and amplify psychic phenomena, and the inspiration for the empire's Songcasting Spires. A factory that to this day continued to feed on the trio of neutron stars that orbited the black hole beyond the Dyson shell, stripping them of neutronium and transmuting it into every conceivable material. A palace, where mind-wiped slaves toiled endlessly and every pleasure, the more debauched and depraved the better, was celebrated. An arena, where gladiators fought in sandy pits to baying crowds whilst their owners fought with honeyed words and intrigues. A city, shorn of all things natural and wholesome, given over entirely to soulless efficiency and the slow attrition of the spirit. The Throneworld was not merely the capital of the empire: it was the empire - boiled down, purified, and mounted on a pedestal for all the galaxy to kneel before.

The Torment of Timolar exited hyperspace at the only safe point that Vollanknor knew to exist - for to appear anywhere else in the system would result in instant death at the hands of the Throneworld's unrivalled defences. Slowly, carefully, he piloted his ship along the invisible route to the hangar, changing course again and again as he kept within the narrow confines of safe route. Hours passed, until eventually Vollanknor sighed with relief as the docking bay opened up and its tractor beams pulled the Torment of Timolar in.

~My eternal masters, I am fain to report to you troubling circumstances in the Old Core.~

~You will attend us.~ The reply reverberated inside Vollanknor's mind, making him wince with its power.

Floating quickly down a hallway, Vollanknor sighed mentally as he passed by the shimmering cylinders of stasis fields, each one containing a slave floating in suspended animation, of varying ages and species. They were free to take: a gift for any visitor important enough to merit visiting the Throneworld. Vollanknor would have indulged if he'd had the time, but the echoing voice demanded instant obedience.

An iris-like door at the end of the corridor opened, and Vollanknor floated into a small but luxurious travel pod. A large, soft chair made specifically for his species sat in the centre, its supple leather made from the finest and youngest slaves. He allowed himself to sit back and relax, savouring the psychic imprint the slave had left as it had been carefully skinned alive, and let his mind drift aimlessly as he soaked in the atmosphere of the Throneworld. Would that his duties hadn't sent him away from this magnificent place!

Minutes passed, and eventually the travel pod came to a stop. Sighing regretfully, Vollanknor levitated out of the armchair and headed into the Sanctum. A great, seven-pointed star, every square inch of the Sanctum was etched with runes powerful enough that their mere presence made Vollanknor's psychic vision blur and his head hurt. Half-seen figures encased in polished black armour and surrounded by shifting, nebulous clouds of tangible darkness watched him - the fabled Obsidians that guarded the Throneworld and acted as the enforcement arm of the Heptarchs.

Past the outer walls of the Sanctum he went. Through the Plaza of Traitors, the cries of its perpetually tortured inhabitants rising and falling like discordant, cacophonous music. Under the Arch of the Gods, the bas reliefs of the empire's long-gone founders staring down at him with supernatural disdain. Through the Ninefold Gates, each of the massive doorways thicker and better protected than the last. Into, at long last, the Seat of Power.

Vollanknor floated slowly down to the ground and, stiffly, bowed low, until he was on his knees and elbows, his forehead touching the floor, only the faintest traces of his psychic might keeping from toppling forwards or injuring his too-thin neck.

~Arise, Archmagos Vollanknor,~ the voice said.

Vollanknor levitated once more and looked around the room. Seven vast, pulsating, sickly-looking, pink-grey masses surrounded him: the colossal, slug-like brains of the Heptarchs. They appeared even more monstrous to his psychic vision: their flesh a glistening, black-purple wetness from which screaming faces periodically rose up before sinking back down and drowning in the inky blackness once more. Whatever species they had once been, Vollanknor didn't know, but they were as far beyond their former species as he was beyond yeast. Even the smallest of the seven must have weighed a dozen tons.

~My most glorious masters, I fear that someone may have intruded upon your vaults. One of my servants, the Magos Shintarno, had a gas giant in her demesne destroyed.~ Quickly, Vollanknor projected the report from his scouts to the assembled minds. ~I know of no power that could have done this save yours.~

~The vaults have not been opened in an age,~ the Heptarch - Vollanknor didn't know which one - responded. ~You still enjoy our favour, and we have not hidden such acts from you on this occasion.~ The mind-voice stopped, and Vollanknor felt rather a fleeting susurration at the back of his mind, as the great intellects before him conferred amongst themselves. ~We have no knowledge of these events. Tell us first the facts, and then your conjecture.~ It was not merely an order - it was a compulsion - it was his whole reason to exist.

Vollanknor told all - of the expedition into the Null Zone, of the loss of the Scientific Imperative, of Magos Shintarno's unexpected and successful attack against Uuluvantir. Of his suspicions regarding long-lost weapons from the Banishing, now loose in the Old Core sector.

~You have done well,~ the Heptarch said at last. ~Were the situation different you would undoubtedly become us this day. The Old Core is to be placed under the Ninefold Seal. Within its bounds, you are to take whatever actions you deem necessary to resolve this situation. The Null Zone cannot be allowed to come to harm, and the empire must endure, until the End Times and the return of the gods at the Final Battle.~

~As you command,~ Vollanknor replied, diverting a sliver of his power to his nose, which had begun to bleed from the sheer power before him. The Ninefold Seal was not invoked lightly - since the Banishing it had only been employed perhaps a dozen times, mostly to deal with large-scale rebellions by overly ambitious Archmagi - so it was a sign of just how seriously the Heptarchs took the matter. Under normal circumstances, an Archmagos had to tread carefully where his subordinate Magi were concerned: to be too harsh or too soft was to invite rebellion. But under the Ninefold Seal, there was virtually nothing he couldn't do, for it meant he had the full might and power of the Heptarchs - of the entire empire - behind him.


"James? Come and see this."

One eyebrow raised in curiosity, James landed just inside the entranceway to his home and followed Natalya inside. Dukkarin sat in the lounge, the big lizardman looking comically out of place on the human-scale sofa, and staring with rapt attention at the two cots in front of him. He heard or sensed something as James came in, and jumped up. "Hello," he said, revealing far too many fanged teeth as he smiled.

"Dukkarin! You..." James turned to Natalya. "You broke the mind control?"

"Not me," Natalya said, reaching up to give her husband a long kiss. "Dukkarin did," she said, when she finally broke away. "I just gave him a little help."

The big Vrak actually looked embarrassed at Natalya's words. "Your wife is too modest," he said, his eyes flicking to Natalya. "She gave me the strength to... well to be free. Free of all of it." He frowned. "It is... not scary, but... hmm. Like when there is a great challenge, and you are waiting excitedly in line for your turn."

"Well come on then - you need to tell me all about this!" James jumped over the sofa and landed heavily in one corner. "Spit it out!"

"I think I know what you mean," Dukkarin said. "Hmm. First, you must understand that from the imperial creches onwards, everything is designed to stop you thinking of alternatives to the system. Then, when if you survive into adulthood without becoming a slave or a... a toy for the powerful, you go into whatever line of work you are psychologically best suited for. Usually, that is enough, but if you do well, as I did, and get selected for work around a Magi, as I was, then that is not enough."

"You get orders implanted in you."

"Yes. Not by a Magos, and not as strongly as what Shintarno did to me, but still. Without a sufficient shock to the system, it's why we don't surrender in battle - even leaving aside the treatment of prisoners, we can't." Dukkarin's pained face said it all. "I think they started to break in me when you destroyed the Scientific Imperative, but I don't know for sure. But two days ago, Natalya came into my cell, and..." he gave a frustrated sigh. "I don't know what she did, exactly. I was trapped in my own body, watching myself lie to her, to protect the instructions Shintarno had given me, but she knew somehow. I tried to fight, but... well I'm no Magos. No Vrak has ever risen so high in the empire - we're not a psychically gifted species.

"But then she touched me, and I could feel... something. Strength and determination and... and whatever it was, I was able to fight back. There was me, and this big worm thing trying to strangle and crush me, and then there was her." He looked over appreciatively at Natalya, and James noted with shock that the big alien's eyes were wet. "This shining silver lady, urging me on. And I could - I really could." Tears began to flow now. "I killed that thing, tore it apart in my mind and cast out its remains. It's gone now, all of it."

"Can we be sure?" James turned to Natalya.

"I am," she said simply. "I can't read minds, but I know we can do something to them. And besides," she added. "I'm a woman. We know these things."

James chuckled, and Dukkarin gave a confused smile, as if he was unsure whether Natalya was being serious or not. "I've changed inside too," he continued. "Something... I feel different inside, in my mind. Not just freer, but... hmm. I don't know the words. I don't know if there are the words."

"Well, I'm certainly glad for you," James said fervently. "God knows it's a weight off my back." Dukkarin gave him a puzzled look. "I've been trying to figure out what to do about the empire, and you were my guinea pig - uh, my test subject. If we could help you, I figured there was a good chance we could help others, and replace the empire with something new and better. If we couldn't, I'm afraid I was seriously considering extermination. Destroy every imperial world, seed the galaxy with self-replicating warships that would hunt the survivors down, drive them out of the galaxy and pursue them into the void, until generations to come would doubt whether the empire - whether the six-hundred-odd species it ruled - had ever existed in the first place."

Dukkarin gave an audible gulp.

"So... yeah. Thank God that Plan A worked."

Dukkarin rubbed the back of his scaled head. "I believe you would have, too. But now... James, Natalya." His eyes bounced between the two humans. "I want to - in fact I think I need to - help. I can't do much more from here: you both know how bad the empire is, but you are both already far beyond me in power and skill. I cannot even feed myself without relying on one of you to conjure up a meal, and when Natalya took me outside yesterday, I... I wouldn't even know what to eat, let alone how to grow it, or hunt and cook it. Here, I am a dead weight."

"Don't say th-"

"Please, let me finish," Dukkarin said, cutting off Natalya. "But if I can't aid you in your battles, there are also things I can do that you cannot. Well, maybe you can, but... anyway, look. Can you sneak me back to Ultis II?"


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2021.04.20 22:36 Teleros Out of the Null Zone #11

The race to Earth begins, whilst Shintarno tracks down the humans to Avalon. But what is the power-hungry Magos planning for the Devon family?

Fleetmaster Brekkarno waited until his shipmasters had seated themselves before dimming the lights in the Spirit of Anguish's auditorium. Sixty-six faces looked back at her, all drawn from the handful of shipmasters that had been outside the Ultis system when the planetoid had struck. Hardly the cream of the crop, though under the circumstances it showed just how much importance her Magos was attaching to their mission: one so secretive and vital that even Brekkarno hadn't known about it until her little flotilla was in jumpspace and well beyond the range of any astral choir, and the time-delayed lock had sprung open in her quarters.

~As you are all no doubt aware from your astrogators, we are currently on a direct course for the Null Zone, and will be going deeper into it than any fleet from the empire has gone before. During the voyage of the Scientific Imperative, our Magos uncovered a terrible threat to the empire, one that could, given time, leave the empire in ruins and the galaxy a waste. Our duty is to strike now, before this threat is able to resist us.~

~Has this something to do with the planetoid that attacked Ultis?~ one of the shipmasters asked.

~Our Magos did not say,~ Brekkarno replied, ~though it would not surprise me,~ she added, before anyone else could speak up. ~Fortunately, our target is a single planet, and thanks to the Null Zone and their own technological backwardness, the creatures are in no position to resist us. We are to arrive at their world and wipe out all life on its surface. If for some reason we are unable to intervene, then our secondary objective is to make the surface so inhospitable to life that, even if it does not die out later, any lifeforms we leave behind will be in no position to threaten the empire for centuries to come.~ She paused to look around the room, making sure everyone understood.

~Why would we fail at such a mission? Sixty-six superdreadnoughts is surely overkill for a single planet. At least, unless it's a gas giant.~

~This mission is intended to ensure overkill,~ Brekkarno replied. ~Furthermore, recall that this is taking place deep in the Null Zone. Your new jump drives will permit faster than light travel, but none of us will have access to our psychic skills beyond telepathy, and your engine-singers will have to resort to physical maintenance work to keep the jump drives working - and take it from me: they will fail a lot. The Scientific Imperative took three months for a trip that would normally take us just one month, and although the cooling system has been improved since that first trip, it is likely to still require two months to reach our target. Furthermore, our orders are very strict: we are to leave no ship behind until our mission is complete. There is one more thing,~ she added. ~We have been gifted a sample of the Scourer to use, should it be required.~


Brekkarno floated back into her private quarters, her mood foul. For all that she understood the need for secrecy and the Principle of Power, the order to destroy the other ships after the mission unsettled her. To go in with sixty-six ships and emerge with just one... well it reeked of an inefficient fleetmaster. More importantly, it implied that Shintarno might have left something on her ship too. She was going to have to make sure her crew conducted a very thorough inspection of her ship before they got to the target.


"Do you think it'll be enough?"

"It'll have to be," James said, as the fleet of AI-piloted warships winked out of existence on the plot. "I only wish the hyperdrive worked in the Null Zone, but whoever designed it either built the capability in accidentally, or knew what he was doing but kept the secret of hyperdrive from the empire. Frankly, I don't know what to believe."

"At least Dukkarin was able to help." Natalya sighed and turned away from the plot. "He's been a great help, you know."

"I do," agreed James fervently. After showing Dukkarin the palace from Ultis II, the Vrak engine-singer had used his first-hand knowledge of the advanced jump drive to help build the defence fleet being sent to Earth. He couldn't build at the speed and scale of James, but just as importantly, he knew what to build.

A week later, and now over a hundred mighty warships had just left Magnitogorsk, headed for Earth. James hoped it would be enough: to fully cover the solar system required far more starships than he could hope to hide with conventional stealth systems. There was also the issue of Earth to consider: the new year had been and gone during their time on Avalon, and the last thing James thought the politically fractured planet needed was the arrival of an alien armada in the skies, especially during a US election year.

Thus, the fleet he and Dukkarin had built: multiple squadrons of scout ships with exquisitely delicate sensors to pick up approaching jump drives, and a solid core of twenty-four dedicated warships. The former would form a complete globe around the solar system in order to cover every direction of attack, whilst the latter would sneak over to Luna and hide under holographic camouflage. From there they could quickly respond to an attack, whilst being close enough to directly shield Earth from attack.

At least, that was the theory.


Magos Shintarno floated in her Songcasting Spire, feeling the chaotic energies of the room flow into her and back out, an endless feedback loop of psychic power that multiplied her strength a thousandfold. They had arrived on the very edge of the latest system, with luck beyond the range of any sensors possessed by the humans, but well within range of her songcasting. She felt her mind reach out and leave her body behind as it flashed over to the Earth-like world in an instant. Barely-sentient alien minds flinched instinctively as they sensed the jagged thoughts of the Magos touch them briefly. Blank spots were aggressively probed, but there was none of the resistance expected of a psychic shield, nor the reported mirror-like quality of the human minds. So far as she could discover, no sapient had set foot on this nameless ball of dirt in all of history.

Quickly, she moved on to the other planets at the transfinite speed of thought, scanning them all just as thoroughly. Only when she was satisfied that all were free of humans did her mind return to her body. ~Return to jumpspace, and have the fleet deploy probes,~ she commanded. It would take a good while for the purely mechanical probes to report back, but better safe than sorry. There were only two more star systems left on her list, and the sense of anticipation was growing in her. They would soon find out just what she was made of.


The Soteria and her consorts dropped out of jumpspace and returned via conventional drive to their damaged sister ship, the Juno. A communication laser flicked out to the damaged ship.

+Query (Soteria): Status.+

+Response (Juno): Jump drive failure (flux regulator 14b). ETA 1 hour 32 minutes (median estimate).+

+Confirmation (Soteria): Acknowledged.+

The hundred and nineteen working ships consulted their orders, ran through their logic trees and double-checked their results. They waited, as incapable of impatience as they were of any other emotion. One hour and thirty-one minutes later, all hundred and twenty ships returned to jumpspace. There were still many hundreds of parsecs to go.


Dukkarin woke up with a start, the surge of panic threatening to overwhelm him, but he forced it into submission. That mind - that thought - he would have recognised it anywhere. She was here. She had found them.


"Nat, have you seen the-" James cracked his head on the edge of the bed and tipped the whole thing over as he shot upright, wincing at the sight of the splintered wood. "I'm on it!" he yelled as he shot directly though the floor, warping a temporary hole around himself as he flew into the control room.

"What is it?" Natalya asked, as she rushed in with the twins in her arms.

"Psychic scan of some kind, but nobody's around. Leave the kids here and grab Dukkarin. Damn! I should've built this ages ago."

Natalya put the twins down on the control room floor and vanished out the door. wondering what James had meant. There was no time to ask him though, as she hurled herself through the atmosphere and into interplanetary space.

Behind her, James concentrated on the ground below him, feeling it warp and transmute into a new shape. The twins were crying, but he pushed their pleas from his mind as the new machinery began to take form. Vast new shield generators and their associated mechanisms began to take shape below his feet as he constructed out of bedrock the devices necessary to shield an entire planet from attack.


Dukkarin covered his face as the ceiling of his cell exploded outwards, but he barely had time to realise what was happening when the air grew still and calm around him. He lowered his arm carefully, and looked around to see Natalya was with him, projecting a bubble of air around them both as the barren planet that had been his prison for so long receded into the distance.

"It's her - it's Magos Shintarno," Dukkarin exclaimed. "I felt her mind. Please - kill me now - I won't be able to resist her if she commands me."

"Enough of that talk," Natalya snapped. "I'll just - hey!" she yelled, as Dukkarin threw himself at her throat, fingers like talons. A thought shoved him back against the edge of the bubble of air.

"The adult female, yes. I recognise you," Dukkarin said, though his voice sounded wrong somehow. Colder perhaps, or crueller. "I did not expect to find one of my subjects still alive though." Natalya forced herself to turn away and focus on her flight. "Ah, what have you been filling his head with? Very curious. Well, no matter. I can't hurt you with him directly, but you'd best do as he said and kill him now, because believe me, I can bury my commands so deep in his mind it would take a Heptarch to draw them out. You'll never know when he's safe to be around."

Natalya stopped her flight and turned to face the Vrak engine-singer. "Dukkarin? I know you're in there still. We'll sort this out, I promise. And to you, witch," she said, her eyes flashing angrily, "I'll kill you myself." Turning back, she dove towards Avalon and disappeared into the clouds with Dukkarin in tow.


Magos Shintarno smiled happily to herself from the Songcasting Spire. The engine-singer's mind had been strong, yes, but not nearly strong enough to resist her, let alone when she was in this place. Either they would kill the traitor now, or they would have a useless mouth to feed, for they would never know when their prisoner was following his Magos's deeply-hidden orders. She would have liked to have done more, but the planet was now hidden behind a powerful psychic shield. She wasn't surprised by that - fixed emplacements were almost always more powerful than mobile ones - but it did mean she couldn't enjoy toying the adult female some more.


"James! I'm back, but Shintarno did something to Dukkarin on the flight over."

James emerged from the control room, a harassed look on his face as he tried to calm a pair of babies more than happy to try and drown out the various alarms and AI voices of the control room with their small but potent lungs. "Let's swap," he said, handing over the twins to his wife and keeping Dukkarin levitating in a small bubble of force. "So Shintarno's here?"

"I think she must be. How'd she find us though?"

"Must have been that flyby you told me about. No matter. What did she do to Dukkarin?"

"She has implanted secret orders in my mind," Dukkarin replied. "I do not know what they are, only that I must obey them. I am sorry."

"What for? Look, I'll put you in a cell down here until this fight is over, then we'll figure something out." A section of the wall shifted into thick steel as James spoke, and a small grille appeared in it. Beyond lay a small, barren cell with just a mattress for furniture. James floated Dukkarin in, and closed the door. It'd have to do.

"Whew. Never rains but it pours. Okay, what is Shintarno doing?"

"I don't know," Natalya said, dividing her attention between her two children and the main display. "We can't even see their ships from here."

"I can build a more powerful sensor array easily enough, but-"

"Incoming fire," interrupted the computer system. "Weapons fire detected in the outer system."

"We've at least six hours," James said, studying the plot. "There's no sign of attackers out to fifty AU, and it'll take light that long to reach us from out there. Guess this is going to be a siege."


Once the new sensor array was operational, the pattern soon became clear. Shintarno's fleet, though far smaller than the one the Wrath of God had faced in the Ultis system, was constantly on the move, using their jump drives to jump across the system and keep up a constant volley of fire against Avalon. The fleet's destinations were impossible to predict in advance, even for the monstrously powerful computers James had at his disposal, although they were always far enough away that their jump drives would have recharged by the time anything got to them. Worse, they seemed to be using pairs of jump drives on each ship, such that even when James had used the Excalibur to chase them down, they'd been able to vanish almost as quickly as he could get to them. A few ships were taken out of course, but that was as much down to luck as anything else. Eventually, the Excalibur returned to Avalon, its attempt to lift the siege a failure.


Magos Shintarno cast her mind out towards the other planets. The human-controlled one was still shielded from her mind, but the barren one had the remains of one of Uuluvantir's dreadnoughts hidden not far from the traitor engine-singer's prison cell. The other worlds looked to be untouched, and there was no sign of the great planetoid that had so humiliated her. More out of habit that anything else, she swept her mind through the large gas giant in the outer system - and dropped half an inch closer to the floor as she recognised the remains of her palace, hidden deep beneath the metallic hydrogen sea. There, in a perfect sphere of exotic matter, like some kind of hidden trophy, was her palace!

Space boiled around her as her anger rose at the sight, but she forced herself to remain calm. That could be dealt with later, she decided. In the mean time, it was time she began shaping this system to something more useful for her purposes.
The humans could hide behind their shield for years, but the longer they waited, the more her advantage grew. She couldn't build anything like that planetoid - not in a reasonable amount of time, at least - but she did not hold the title of Worldshaper for nothing. This whole solar system would become fuel for her siege, from the rocks in the Kuiper belt her technomancers were already outfitting with thrusters and engines, to the other planets - even the star. With her factories on Killiki IV and Ultis II free to keep her fleet resupplied - including with fresh ships and crews if necessary - it was only a matter of time until she wore the humans down and broke their resolve.


"What if we just... take the island and leave? Or just ourselves? They can't stop us getting to the Wrath of God."

"We will if we have to," James agreed, "but I don't want to lose Avalon, not after all we've done to make it our home. Besides, we can't keep running forever - and I bet they'd just love to force us further from Earth."

"Well, we need to think of something," Natalya said. "Hmm. I don't suppose you've tried some of the wilder sci-fi ideas? Teleporting or something?"

"Afraid not," James shook his head. "Gave it a try not long after we got here." He perked up. "Is that the kids?"

Natalya listened. "Sounds like Thomas; nothing serious though. I'll be right back."

"No, don't worry - I'll join you." James got up from the table and followed her out. "We'll need to start taking shifts just in case they have something sneaky up their sleeve by the way. Let's get the lad quiet and then you get some rest. At least we're in no rush to figure this one out."


Under the direction of Magos Shintarno's will, the barren fourth planet that orbited Avalon's star began to change, as immense psychic forces bore down on it. Dukkarin’s cell and Uuluvantir’s dreadnought disappeared into the slowly spreading changes as Shintarno reshaped the surface of the world into one better suited to her purposes.


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2021.02.17 16:36 semiloki Escape Velocity [Unbalanced Arcane Series]: Chapter Three

Previous Chapter
The memories abruptly stopped and Crease's racing heart was calming. He gulped in air to quench the burning fire in his lungs but found it was unnecessary. He was already almost back to his normal self. The shift was a little too sudden for his liking and he was quick to point out his suspicions.
"You are hijacking my hormone synthesizer," he accused.
"Yes," the Oligarch admitted, "Sensors indicated you were reacting very adversely to the news I just gave you. I have been manufacturing a sedative and a mood stabilizer."
"I was remembering the time before the war,"
"That would be an appropriate association to make," the Oligarch noted.
"I was angry."
"Again, appropriate."
"I was angry at you!" Crease insisted.
"I have already made note that all your associations and reactions to the given stimulus are within normal parameters," the Oligarch said, "Further expansion is not required."
"Using implanted hardware to deny me my feelings of rage are not making me happy with you," Crease said.
"An unfortunate side effect," the Oligarch concluded, "However, you would agree there is a time and place for everything. Correct? We have much to discuss before this car lands and allowing your emotional outlet, well deserved it may be, is a luxury we cannot afford at this time."
"And why not?" Crease shouted, "Seems to me you've got hours of me being held captive to look forward to lecturing me."
"I do not," the Oligarch insisted, "In order to make appropriate preparations for this trip you will be unconscious right up until shortly before making contact with Grandpere."
"I will?" Crease sputtered, "Why?"
"I will need to reflash your brainbox and perform some additional hardware adjustments," the Oligarch explained, "The acceleration couch you will be using has been slightly modified to include nano injectors and a DEX-Lan interface. As soon as you are enclosed my plan is to sedate you so I can make the appropriate adjustments without damaging you."
"While doing brain surgery on a high speed train?" Crease gasped.
"I will be tracking you by satellite and can compensate for the moment of the train if that is your concern," the Oligarch assured him, "However we have a very narrow window in order to perform these upgrades without detection. If the Kadians or the Jackmans suspect what I am attempting to perform the negotiations are off. As it is, I have submitted to them a schematic that shows all your current augmentations for their approval. They are wary, but willing to permit one augmented marshal to enter their domain for a price. What I have not told them is that these are not the final augmentations I am sending you in with."
"You lied to them," Crease translated.
"I lie to everyone," the Oligarch stated, "We just established I have been lying to you and your trust is infinitely more valuable to me than the trust I require from them."
Crease threw his hands in the air in frustration. Well, as far as the cramped canopy would allow.
"What does all this have to do with me being the first Apex?" he shouted.
"That is what I was trying to tell you," the Oligarch stated, "I have previously been working under the assumption that the timeline of the arcanes happened to line up with my own emergence in a coincidental fashion. However, I now believe one preceded the other."
"You caused the arcanes?"
"Arcanes caused me," the Oligarch clarified, "I have been reexamining my initial code and I believe I have identified several segments that are incongruent with the programming skill set of the time period."
"So you had a genius programmer?" Crease said, "You could be a bit more humble about it."
"That was my initial conclusion," the Oligarch stated, "But subsequent re-examining has caused me to reevaluate. The algorithms and processes used were on a level that my evolutionary enhancements would not match for several generations of refinement. This is, putting it bluntly, a quantum leap in programming skill I do not see reflected in any other contemporary software. I do not even see evidence of development upon similar lines. It was not until I was able to design refinements to my own hardware that expanded my capabilities that I was even able to improve on these initial processes and, even then, these were more modifications than replacements. In centuries of self evolving advancement I have only been able to completely abandon some of these initial algorithms quite recently. Do you understand the implications of this?"
"There was a super genius programmer?"
"I believe there was an arcane programmer," the Oligarch said.
"That doesn't make sense," Crease said, "How would arcana make someone a better programmer?"
"This is speculation on my part," the Oligarch stated, "But I believe that we may be dealing with a type of arcana that is previously unknown to us. We have primarily focused on external arcana in our categorizations. But my proposal is that there is a sort of internal arcana. Much as how your own power allows you to extend the influence of your own nervous system onto the bodies of the dead would serve as an amplification of a mental talent. One who could expand his or her mind in a similar manner. Perhaps even a networked interface of other brains?"
"That sounds a bit like you are saying this would be a biological equivalent of, well, you," Crease noted while scratching his chin. He needed to shave, he couldn't help but note. He wondered if he had time to pick up a depilatory wash at the station.
"In a sense it would be," the Oligarch admitted, "That is not that surprising in that all humans are, to some degree, a biological analog. Your own processes are organic rather than synthetic such as my own, but that does not mean that my intellect is superior. I have the advantages in both speed and time but humans possess other advantages I do not. Your ability to extrapolate based upon poor data and yet reach surprisingly accurate conclusions is difficult to approximate on a purely procedural basis. Your 'intuition' is something I can only do using far more processing power than a human requires."
"So you think there is some sort of mental arcana that allowed a human to be a superprogrammer?" Crease asked, "Flimsy, but okay. What makes you assume it was an Apex?"
"Here I am afraid I am relying more on the intuition modeling I have adapted from humans," the Oligarch admitted, "But if I provide you some of the key data points perhaps you will also draw the same conclusions?"
Here Crease did open his eyes. But only to blink. The Oligarch was full of surprises today.
"You want me to double check your conclusions?" he asked.
"As stated," the Oligarch said, "Human extrapolation techniques here seem to operate at a higher capacity than my own. I trust my own abilities only so far here as my checksum methods give these a poor validity score. If you reach similar conclusions then I can factor that into my calculations."
"You mean this is way too fuzzy for your logic and you want something that does sloppy thinking natively to look over the results for you?" Crease asked.
"If that explanation suits you then it is not completely inaccurate," the Oligarch said, "You may also consider this a sort of peer review. I do not have a true peer to my knowledge but I respect your mental faculties all the same."
Crease shrugged.
"All right," he said, "Spell it out for me."
"Firstly," the Oligarch said, "Programming is not a singular skill. Humans treat it as such but it is actually multiple related skills all used in tandem. There is mathematical reasoning, analytic problem solving, and even a very strong language component. In external arcana talents tend to be specialized in one area or skill. Only at Apex level is there a bleed over to related skills."
Crease frowned.
"Yeah," he said, "But who can say that internal arcana would follow the same rules? I mean people with high intelligence might just be naturally good in multiple areas."
"That is true," the Oligarch stated, "I am assuming that internal arcana would act as more of a savant ability. Much like how you speculated that Zeffen might be arcanally enhancing his charisma."
Crease had almost forgotten that. Something about that particular incident struck him as odd. A nagging thought tickled at him but he couldn't quite place what was wrong with it. He let it simmer for the moment while the Oligarch continued to talk.
"It could also be," the Oligarch went on, "That only one ability, mathematics for example, is arcanely influenced and the other talents are natural abilities. I cannot rule out such possibilities. However, there is also the genetic element."
"Genetics?" Crease asked, "Arcanes don't have a genetic element."
"I apologize for not revealing this to you before," the Oligarch stated, "But that turns out not to be true. There is a genetic element at play. It is just such a weak link that it is difficult for humans to notice. However, as I have the benefit of existing on a much grander time scale I have been able to deduce its existence."
"What did you find out?" Crease asked, genuinely curious.
"When an arcane talent is present often appears as an isolated event within a family," the Oligarch stated, "The parents show no talent nor do siblings or extended family members. It appears as if it is a random genetic mutation."
"Yes," Crease said, "And we've had Arcanes marry and have children and all their children are born normal. So if it is genetic it doesn't seem to be something that is inheritable."
"Incorrect," the Oligarch concluded, "My research concludes that the gene is present but not expressed. It remains dormant within the gene pool of subsequent generations until future events cause it to manifest again."
"What?"
"Examples," the Oligarch stated, "Aeromancer Juan Delacruz had a child with Aquamancer Marguerite Chizelle in the post war aftermath. Their children did not display arcanic talent nor did their grandchildren. However, a great-grandchild displayed the ability to influence steam. This was not immediately attributed to the great grandparentage as the child in question, Evan Dade, was not officially in the same genetic lineage. However, due to a few biological characteristics that are not compatible with the man identified as his father I have reason to believe he was the product of an affair his mother had with a man identified as Jorge Bishop who was a direct descendant,"
"Wait, steam?"
"Yes," the Oligarch stated, "A mixture of the two talents and weakly expressed. But it was there. There was also an incident where two pyromancers interbred. Again, their direct offspring showed no abilities and it was assumed this was more proof it is not inherited. However, again, a distant descendant manifested the element to heat items by thought alone. A very weak Class III talent that almost qualified as Class IV. If he had not been born on the wastes near the edge of the area known as Damnation where personal records are spotted someone else may have noted the connection. As it was, people rarely knew their own lineage beyond two generations much less four."
"So, wait," Crease said, "You are saying you see Arcana show up in family lines sometimes generations later. But weakly expressed?"
"All arcanic talents are statistically likely to be weak ones," the Oligarch stated, "The degree of talent expressed is a moot point at the moment. Any arcanic ability at all, no matter how trivial, would be considered evidence of a link especially if it follows a similar pattern to the ancestor. I have found other evidence of a single ancestor having one talent, say gravimancy, and a descendant having an unrelated talent. Kincaid himself had an ancestor who was an aquamancer."
Crease sighed. He did that often when thinking of the highly talented vitamancer. Crease had been forced to stop the healer after the man had used his talents to enslave an entire town by manipulating their biology. The way he had been forced to bring an end to the terror was one of many in a long career of Crease's personal regrets.
"I don't get it," he said, "If it is genetic, why does it take so long to express itself? And does the arcane talent matter or not?"
"It does and it does not," the Oligarch stated, "I do not think we are looking at a single gene but a very specific combination of genes that is so ubiquitous that it has henceforth evaded detection. Furthermore, I believe that arcanes are more common than we suspect. That many people alive today are actually untapped arcanes. They have the latent power but lack the combination of genes that allow it to be expressed. It is as if there is one set of genes that allow access to the power. Another set that allows it to be expressed. Yet another that controls the degree. An Apex is the perfect storm of genetic and epigenetic expression that allows all three sets to be set to their maximum potential. If any of these genes are not present or coded in the wrong manner the talent is either not expressed or weakly expressed. I believe this is part of the reason that pyromancy is the most common arcanic talent."
"How did you conclude that?"
"Most pyromancers have a history of either abuse or an unhappy childhood," the Oligarch explained, "If there is an epigenetic element then the trauma and repressed anger may manifest as pyromancy."
"But only if the genes are present in the first place that would allow it to express as such," Crease said, picking up the thread. He nodded.
"So if someone was predisposed to arcana," he said, "But had the genes for aquamancy but the epigenetic expression that favored pyromancy then nothing would happen?"
"Or, at best, a weak steam talent," the Oligarch agreed.
Crease whistled in appreciation. If true, this would be a difficult link to pick up indeed. To have all the elements perfectly line up to have access, to be able to manifest, and to have circumstances favor the ability would be a crap shoot at best. No wonder no one save the Oligarch and its vast resources, made the connection.
Connection. Why did that tickle that same nagging thought from earlier? He was missing something. Something the Oligarch had said earlier. What was it?
"If my conclusions are correct," the Oligarch went on, "Then the stronger the talent then the more likely we are to see a related ability later on. Particularly if the talent is aware of the genetic and epigenetic connection and knows how to provoke a talent to manifest itself."
"Meaning if someone is as smart as you figured this all out they would know how to make their own descendants become arcanes or even Apexes?" Crease said, "That's quite a jump."
"It would be," the Oligarch agreed, "If I hadn't found some evidence to support that more than one arcanic programmer has interacted with my programming at various times. Given that the time frame seems to involve at least seven separate incidents all spaced out by multiple decades, it does not appear we are dealing with a single programmer."
"Interacted how?" Crease asked.
"My logs show that, officially speaking," the Oligarch explained, "There were only three persons involved in the creation of my original program Matador Switch. August Noe, Daniel Nguyen, and Natalya Pushkin."
"I don't recognize that last name," Crease admitted, "Who is she?"
"Unknown," the Oligarch stated, "Personnel records indicate she was a temporary employee hired to design one of the databases. If I have identified the relevant sections of code correctly, there is nothing incompatible with accepted practices at the time. Attempts to identify her afterwards appear to show she later moved back to her home country of Russia and may have married the owner of a fish market. Records from Russia predating the Luddite War are not always complete. However, available data suggests this was a job she took on while attending university and she settled into a quiet life afterwards. Her probability of being the Apex is set very low."
"So Noe or Nguyen?" Crease asked.
"August Noe did some programming," the Oligarch stated, "But his roles as an administrator and a facilitator were apparently his true asset to the company. It was his business acumen and family connections that brought success to the company during its early days. He later on formed other companies but continued to retain partial ownership of KnoWin Industries. His own descendants did not appear to express any desire to follow in the family business. Of his three children one became an investment banker, another a moderately successful poet, and the third worked as a model and actor in three-v studios. None of of their descendants, for as long as records show, appeared to be involved in programming. Daniel Ngyuen, on the other hand, was highly involved in my development and his own daughter, Lisa Ngyuen, would go to work as a senior programmer at KnoWin."
"You think Daniel was the Apex," Crease said.
"I do," the Oligarch agreed, "And I believe he passed this talent along with his family. This is further evidenced by the fact that I have been unable to track them."
"What does that mean?"
"It means if you had asked me before if I knew what had happened to his descendants," the Oligarch stated, "I would have told you that I had complete details. However, subsequent review of them shows that these records have been subtly altered. They are a shell to give the appearance that I have been tracking them while actually allowing this family to move about largely unnoticed."
"You lost them?" Crease asked.
"Temporarily," the Oligarch stated, "I was able to rebuild some of the missing data and found out that one of the descendants of Daniel Ngyuen, a woman named Theodora Talbot, went to work on Project Wallflower shortly before the events that led up to the Luddite War. There is no evidence that she returned from this posting."
"Project Wallflower?" Crease asked.
"It was still in the early stages at the time of the war so you may not have been aware of it," the Oligarch said, "But it was a joint venture between the Atlantic Space Conference, La Federation de L"Espace, and Xialong Interstellar to form a long range observation post for potential near earth objects that might threaten Earth."
"What?" Crease said, "You mean a meteor observatory? I thought that's what the orbital platforms were for."
"The platforms," the Oligarch corrected, "As their name suggests, are primarily designed to be large objects to reflect sunlight away from the Earth. They exist as a way of counteracting some of the extreme climatological events that took place in the late 20th century. While they do exist as observation and research colonies their primary objective is to deflect one percent of the solar energy received by the Earth."
Crease frowned.
"I hadn't realized that," he said.
"The media was deliberately misled on their real purpose," the Oligarch explained, "The matter of human influence on the climate was still very contentious at the time with many prominent politicians and wealthy people declaring it was impossible for humans to affect something as large as the environment and citing religious sources as grounds for their conclusion. The very first orbital platform was actually constructed as a vacation destination for the world's ultra elite. While people might object to a 60 meter solar collector cooling the Earth for survival, none saw the problem with using that same configuration to power a luxury hotel in orbit."
Crease groaned in exasperation.
"The others were placed with research, communication, and even agricultural as a pretext," the Oligarch went on, "But the true purpose was always meant as a way of reversing the effects of warming the planet."
"Did it at least work?" Crease asked.
"The glaciers have been rebuilding over the centuries and the overall temperature of the planet has been dropping," the Oligarch said, "This is despite the fact that many splintered groups of post war survivors have rediscovered fossil fuels as a means of energy production. While greenhouse gases are still being released the orbital platforms as well as carbon collectors I have been deploying are helping to offset this."
"Okay," Crease said nodding, "So the orbital platforms aren't really watching for meteors. So the real watchdog was something else?"
"Correct," the Oligarch said, "A network of observation habitats was to be constructed near the orbit of Jupiter and provide homes for asteroid miners and scientists. They would watch the outer limits of the solar system for incoming rocks while sending resources back to an overpopulated home world."
"What happened to them?" Crease asked.
"Unlike the platforms which were designed to be completely dependent upon the Earth to sustain themselves" the Oligarch said, "Wallflower habitats would have been completely self sufficient. Prior to the war, one habitat had completed construction and two additional ones were reported as near completion. Habitable but still reliant on outside raw materials at the time. When the war broke out and all space flights were abandoned those that had been trapped aboard the orbital platforms eventually gave in to suffocation or starvation as their supply chains stopped. When orbital contact was re-established centuries later, we discovered the platforms still orbiting and guided by their computers which were still collecting power but all staff on board had been dead for some time. It was presumed at the time the same results had played out on Tycho City and Project Wallflower."
"But they wouldn't necessarily have to as the two other places weren't reliant on the Earth, right?"
"Tycho City survived for some time after the fall due to its ability to produce its own food and atmosphere and to mine for water," the Oligarch replied, "They actually fell some time later due to political infighting. Maintenance was deprioritized and as systems failed the descendants of the original settlers died off. I was actually in communication with them for almost fifty years after the war. My last communication with them was with the last person who still had any engineering training. He feared for the future of the city. Fears that turned out to be well founded. Approximately seventy years ago the Jackman Caravan took over Tycho City and have been using it as their base of operations."
Now he understood the connection for where the Jackmans became involved as well as why no one had been able to figure out which of the derelict orbital platforms were the homes of the pirate clan. None of them were, it seemed.
"And Project Wallflower?"
"It appears," the Oligarch said with what Crease imagined would sound like a hint of annoyance coloring its words if it had been human, "That I have been instructed to ignore the existence of Project Wallflower and to focus my attention closer at home."
Crease chuckled.
"So let me get this straight," he said, "The Ngyuen family created you, told you to ignore what they were doing, and then fled the planet and told you to look the other way?"
"Shortly before I initiated a plan to conquer the Earth in order to preserve humanity from its own destruction," the Oligarch acknowledged, "Do you now believe me when I state that I believe there may be at least one if not more than one of these hypothetical Apexes at work?"
"Yeah," Crease said, amusement passing as he suddenly realized that, if they hypothetical people did exist, they had deliberately set in motion events that would lead to the genocidal extermination of 2/3rds of the human race as well as an unknowable number of deaths and suffering thereafter. Blaming the Oligarch for its actions was one thing. It was a computer and didn't understand that people weren't just points of data. If a human was behind this and, what's more, then took extraordinary measures to preserve his or her own skin after touching off that powder keg? Well then, that was something very different. He suddenly found himself very much wanting to meet these people.
Finally the nagging thought completed itself. He remembered what had been bothering him. It was something the Oligarch had said much, much earlier in the day.
"An intriguing notion" the Oligarch had said when he had asked about Zeffen and his apparent magnetic personality.
Intriguing. As if the Oligarch had never even considered it before he had asked that question. Crease's mind swam as he thought about the sudden change in the Oligarch's attitude in the courtroom. His sudden summons for this mystery mission and the insane preparations made for him to leave Earth this very moment.
"When," Crease asked before his throat went dry and he was forced to cough before starting again, "When did you find all this out?"
"Approximately 129 minutes ago by your reckoning," the Oligarch stated, "I decided to act as soon as I made the discovery and some of the logistics are still being worked out. However, I am confident that these setbacks will prove to be inconsequential."
Crease just sat back in his seat and marveled for the moment. It was easy to forget the scale of the Oligarch's influence or how much of the planet it currently controlled. That was, of course, until something spurred it into action and forced it to show its hand. Like a couple of upstart Arcanes standing on a shoreline. Or a meddling programmer who may or may not have planted this whole suicidal plan to herd the human race along a particular destiny.
So this, Crease thought, is what it looks like when a computer gets angry? And it really thinks I will be able to kill it one day?
The debriefing after that was more concerned with making certain that Crease understood the minutiae of who he would be meeting, what he would say, and, most important to him at least, who was most likely to attempt to kill him. By the time the lightcar was released from traffic control and he was piloting it towards a parking bay he felt no less confused about what he was supposed to do but felt at least some degree of confidence of where he would be, Unfortunately, the Oligarch had another surprise in store for him.
"Where are you going?" the Oligarch asked as Crease exited the vehicle and took a step towards the duty free shop.
"I was going to pick up a depilator," he said testily, "Maybe a drybath. I'm going to be pretty ripe by the time I arrive."
"I will arrange for those supplies to be on the train going to the Kadian Nation," the Oligarch said, "For now I suggest you find a men's room. I am going to initiate a full system purge in two minutes."
Crease's eyes bulged.
"What?" he said, "No no no! Don't do that!"
"The countdown has commenced," the voice in his head said. Swearing, Crease juiced up the servos implanted in his legs and started running. Other people in the station became a blur of surprised gasped and panicked yelps as he raced past everyone at speeds no normal human could possibly hope to match. He activated a collision avoidance application and hoped he didn't break anyone's bones as he sought for and eventually found the sign leading to the restrooms.
He was through the door and unbuckling his pants mid stride when the first queasy sensations started hitting him. Still running and holding his pants up with one hand, he slapped the door open to a stall with his other hand and barely had time to slap the locking mechanism before the world and his insides flipped inside out.
A full purge was designed to make certain that there was no trace of anything anywhere in his digestive track. What wasn't spewed out one end was ejected from the other. In the middle of the carnage he sometimes forgot which end was which himself. The bathroom's autosanitizer flipped to full scrubbing mode and could barely keep up as he doubled over in agony. He tried to activate the hormone synthesizer to see if he could get some sort of painkiller but the current protocol had him locked out. So all he could do for the moment was endure and hope that the crushing pain he felt would either kill him entirely or find someone else to torment when it discovered he couldn't die.
The agony seemed to go on for a lifetime. Then he blinked and realized he had been sitting on the floor with his back to the stall door for some time just gasping for breath. He felt strangely hollow inside and wanted to ask the Oligarch if it was certain if everything that was purged from him didn't also include a few vital organs in the mix. But then the healing arcana that still saturated his body, an unfortunate side effect from his bizarre resurrection, kicked in and the pain felt more remote and distant. He stood up on wobbly legs and reached for his pants.
"That," he declared, "Is reason enough for me to kill you."
"I am going to perform a highly experimental surgery on you on a moving train," the Oligarch reminded him, "Your discomfort is unavoidable."
"That wasn't just merely uncomfortable! that was a war crime!"
"You have less than ten minutes to make it to your train," the Oligarch reminded him, "Please move quickly."
"I don't think I can run just now," Crease admitted.
"It should not be required," the Oligarch admitted, "I will send you a map now."
Crease closed his eyes as the image took shape. He noted where he was, where he needed to go, and palmed the stall's locking mechanism.
He paused only long enough to shove his hands under the sanitizer spray and hoped it could set right some of the offensive that had just been done to him. After that he exited the restroom and began marching towards the platform. He did not get far before someone tried to stop him.
"Excuse me!" a man in a blue uniform shouted, "You can't be armed here!"
Crease glanced down and was pleasantly surprised to see his twin micro coil pistols were still in their holsters. He almost feared they had been lost during his most recent ordeal.
"I don't have time for this," he said and pulled out his marshal badge. The security guard barely glanced at it.
"I don't care who you are or what that is," he declared, "We have rules here!"
Crease raised an eyebrow.
"You seriously can't be that stupid," he said after a moment's consideration, "You don't know what a marshal's badge is?"
"You need to go back outside and surrender your weapons!" the man shouted, "Lord knows how you got in here in the first place!"
Crease looked at the man and considered his options.
"Oligarch," he said at last, "Do me a favor?"
"Yes?"
"There is a man who is about to be taken to the autosurgery from here with two broken arms and a shattered kneecap," he explained, "Make sure his hospital records get mixed up. Give him a full purge."
"Done," a voice only Crease could here acknowledged.
"Who the hell are you-?" the man got before the marshal leaped forward in a blur of motion. There was a lot of screaming after that. No one else tried to stop him.
Next Chapter
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2020.05.03 20:20 BlueRibbon998 Rebooking Becky Lynch As Raw Women's Champion (Part 2) - The Man Rules Raw

(Part 1) https://www.reddit.com/fantasybooking/comments/gb82d6/rebooking_becky_lynch_as_raw_womens_champion_part/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x

Extreme Rules: Becky Lynch (c) def. Alexa Bliss in a Tables Match to retain the Raw Women's Championship
Following Stomping Grounds, Becky Lynch had a major bone to pick with Alexa Bliss for interfering in her match with Asuka. Becky claimed that she wasn't one to make excuses, but single handedly puts fault on Alexa for causing her to lose the Smackdown Women's Championship, stating that had she never interfered, she'd still be 'Becky 2 Belts'. Becky was not going to brush Alexa's attack off and was hellbent on making Little Miss Bliss pay for sticking her nose in her match. However, Bliss was not going to make it easy for Becky to get her hands on her, as Bliss had managed to manipulate the unstable Nikki Cross into forging a friendship with her and stand in Becky's way (Nikki remains crazy and unstable. This softy, teddy bear Nikki Cross is a no-go for me). Alexa would make it clear to Becky that the ONLY way she'd get revenge on her was by giving her a rematch for the Raw Women's Championship. If Becky refused, then Alexa would be moving on to other people. She wasn't stupid. She knew that Becky's emotions would get the best of her enough to give Bliss a rematch for the championship without earning one. And sure enough, Becky would accept.
6 days before Extreme Rules, a 1-on-1 match between Nikki and Becky ended on a DQ when Alexa got involved, caning Becky with her signature weapon, a kendo stick. Alexa and Nikki would bring a table out from under the ring to set Becky up on. Nikki would hold Becky out on the table, while Alexa scaled the turnbuckle and crashed onto Becky through the table with a Twisted Bliss, announcing that their match at Extreme Rules would be a Tables match.
Come the PPV, Becky was on fire, tearing into Bliss with complete fury. Interference from Nikki Cross and Alexa's trusty kendo stick would come into play throughout the match, but it wouldn't be enough to keep the job done, as a leg drop from the turnbuckle had Alexa crashing through the table.

The Road To SummerSlam:
Mickie James would announce that she felt like she didn't have much left to offer in a WWE ring. Mickie admits that when she returned to WWE, she did so to not only fight the best, but to be the best. She steals a line from Ric Flair and announces that in order for her to be the best one more time, she needed to beat the best, which was Becky Lynch in her eyes. She asks Becky Lynch to give her a chance to be the best one more time and challenges her to put the title on the line against her at SummerSlam. Mickie goes a step further and says that if she can't beat the best and win the Raw Women's Championship, she'll retire at SummerSlam.
Becky would come out and accept Mickie's challenge, considering it an honor to be viewed as the best in her eyes. But she warns Mickie that she made a mistake putting her career on the line. Becky states that Mickie will get the match of her life at SummerSlam, but she won't get the moment she desires because she will beat Mickie. Becky states that when The Man ends Mickie's career, she'll have no one to blame but herself.
2 weeks before SummerSlam, Alexa Bliss would defeat Mickie James with help from Nikki Cross. After the match, they'd continue to beat Mickie down before Becky ran out for the save. The following week, they'd team to take them out, with a few disagreements in between. Mickie steals the win after she force tags herself in and takes out Nikki with a Mick Kick for the win. The 2 get into a shoving bout after the match with Becky none too pleased about Mickie stealing the win from her.
On the go home show, they have a contract signing, per Becky's request in the event Mickie tries to go back on her word about retiring if she loses. Mickie says she respects Becky but she doesn't respect how she carries herself as champion. Mickie assures Becky that she's not going anywhere and that her career will stay intact when she becomes a 7x Women's Champion. Becky tells Mickie that she played career suicide by challenging her. Just how Mickie hopes to use her as a stepping stone to become Women's Champion, Becky will use Mickie as a stepping stone by ending her career to further elevate hers. Becky claims that Mickie's career is on life support and at SummerSlam, she--with all due respect, pulls the plug on her career and all of her hopes of beating her to be champion

SummerSlam: Becky Lynch (c) def. Mickie James in a Title vs Career match to retain the Raw Women's Championship
The crowd is split 50/50 for Becky and Mickie in this match. They pull out all the stops and give each other 21 minutes of all their best. Mickie seems to be on her way to becoming a 7x Women's Champion, but Becky impressively counters an Implant DDT into the Dis-Arm-Her. Mickie puts up a hell of a fight and comes close to getting the ropes, but Becky pulls her back and tightens the arm bar. Mickie is eventually left with no choice but to tap out. Mickie is in tears after the match as the Toronto crowd gives the legend a standing ovation--even ringing out chants of "Thank You, Mickie". She and Becky shake hands and share a hug, before Becky exits the ring to give Mickie her final moment to herself.

Road To Clash of Champions
The night after SummerSlam, Mickie James gives her emotional farewell speech to the crowd, thanking them for supporting her the last 14 years of her career and puts Becky over, stating that there's no one else she'd have rather fought for her last match. Just as she finishes up, Sasha Banks makes her return to a thunderous crowd ovation. Mickie looks confused as to why she's out there. Sasha enters the ring and puts Mickie's thoughts to rest with a hug and a hand raise before the crowd. She grabs a microphone, but rather than saying anything, attacks Mickie. (Surely this would've gotten Sasha the heel heat she needed upon her return as opposed to attacking Natalya of all people). She rips off a pink wig to reveal a new look, sporting violet blue hair.
Becky Lynch runs out for the save, but Sasha beats her down too, laying her out with a steel chair. For the most part, the build with Sasha and Becky to Clash of Champions would've remained the same.

Clash of Champions: Sasha Banks def. Becky Lynch (c) (c) via DQ
This match stays the same with Becky getting DQ'd but retaining the title because of it

Hell In A Cell: Sasha Banks def. Becky Lynch (c) to win the Raw Women's Championship
This match pretty much stays the same, only this time the roles are reversed with Sasha defeating Becky to win the title after a successful meteora onto Becky on stacked chairs. After the match, Sasha places Becky's hand in a folding chair and stomps on it, breaking her hand. This solidifies Sasha as a heel to keep her heat going and will give her a couple of months with the championship while Becky is written off TV to keep her from being overexposed

TLC: Becky Lynch def. Sasha Banks (c) in a Loser Leaves Raw TLC Match to win the Raw Women's Championship
Following Hell In A Cell, Becky Lynch would be written off TV for the next month or so to sell the hand injury from Sasha. Meanwhile, Sasha's reign as champion would clock in a bit over 2 months, representing Raw in the Survivor Series brand warfare main event against best friend, Bayley and NXT Women's Champion, Shayna Baszler.
Becky would return on the December 2nd edition of Raw, attacking Sasha after a match against Natalya. Sasha, sick of the Becky drama would come to the conclusion that Raw was not big enough to contain The Boss and The Man and that one of them needed to go. She'd decide that they'd settle the score once and for all at TLC in a Loser Leaves Raw match. Becky agreed but only under TLC rules.
On TLC night, Sasha and Becky would get 21 minutes to tear the house down in nothing less than a spectacular, hard hitting match. They used every weapon to their advantage, turning the ring and ringside area into a near crash course. Sasha seemed to have the match won at one point after wedging a ladder in between 2 chairs and suplexing Becky on top of it, but The Man would not be denied and was there to pull Sasha off the ladder. The climax sees a fist fight commence on top of the ladder that eventually saw Becky knock Sasha off through a table below. With no one in her way, Becky would retrieve the belt, becoming a 2x Raw Women's Champion. The Man was back on top of Raw, while The Boss would be packing her bags for a trip to Smackdown. However, Becky's happiness would be short lived as a black cloud was heading her way that would signify dark days ahead for The Man in 2020.

Third and final part coming soon
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2020.05.01 23:43 Sk80Boi Friday Night Carnage (5/1/20)

Show-opening Promo
Chris Jericho is in the ring. “I told you stupid idiots I would win that ladder match. Now I’m going on to the semi-finals!” Before Jericho can say another word, Johnny Nitro enters the Carnage Zone. “Jericho, the only reason you won that ladder match was because I was too busy kicking Xavier Woods’ butt. So how about you put your spot in the tournament on the line against me, RIGHT NOW!” Jericho’s confident smirk turns sour. “I would deny you the opportunity, because you haven’t done anything worthy to even lace my boots, but I’d assume our GM would be all for the idea, so ref, ring the bell.”
Chris Jericho vs. Johnny Nitro for Jericho’s spot in the World Heavyweight Championship Tournament
Jericho and Nitro go about 11 minutes, and at the end it looks like Jericho is on the ropes, so he lured Nitro outside and beats him relentlessly. Jericho gets in the ring before the ten count, but Nitro is counted out.
Backstage promo (Awesome Kong)- “Tonight is my night to secure my spot in the women’s title tournament. Once I get my spot, you better believe it’s all over but the shouting. Awesome Kong will prevail in the reverse elimination match tonight, and dominate over the women’s division.”
Edge vs. Randy Orton in a quarter-final match in the World Heavyweight Championship Tournament.
The match is back and forth until Orton goes for a move off the top rope, slips, and twists his ankle. The ref comes over to check on him. Edge tries to go after Orton, but the ref backs Edge off of Orton. This distraction is enough for Orton to pop up and hit an RKO. Orton takes the match and advances to the semi-finals.
Angel Garza vs. Rey Mysterio in a quarter final match in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament
Garza and Mysterio have a shorter match, with Garza rolling up Mysterio early on. Garza wins the match, but then immediately realizes that due to his position in the tournament, he will be facing Orton in the Semi-finals. Garza will need to answer for his actions in the ladder match.
New Day promo
Xavier Woods, Kofi Kingston and Big E are all backstage. “Jurassic Express, you better not take us for fools.” Woods says. “Next week, when we face you in our quarter final match, we’re going to make sure that there is no funny business.” Big E pipes up “what even are you guys, one of you is a dinosaur, one of you is from the jungle, and the other is...short?" Woods chimes in “woah E, calm down a little bit, we can’t underestimate these guys.” Kofi chuckles and says “yeah, a person is a person no matter how small.”
Davey Boy Smith Jr. and Brian Pillman Jr. vs. Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas in the tag team championship Quarter finals match.
The New Era Hart Foundation absolutely squash the B-Team. In a little over a minute, Bo Dallas eats a running powerslam and a Hart Attack. Axel tries to break up the pin, but Smith is guarding the pin from being broken up. After the match, Axel picks up a microphone and says, “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” And walks out of the arena.
Daniel Bryan vs Brodie Lee in a quarter final match in the World Heavyweight Championship Tournament
Lee attacks Bryan backstage until Bryan is unconscious. Lee carries Bryan to the ring and lays him in the mat. Lee demands the referee rings the bell. After a bit of intimidation, the ref obliges and rings the bell. Lee goes for the pin straight away, but Bryan kicks out. Lee goes to pick up Bryan, but Bryan gets him in an inside cradle. Bryan secures the pin, but after the match, he is viciously attacked by Lee. Will Bryan even be able to compete next week?
Billie Kay vs. Carmella vs. Natalya vs. Rhea Ripley vs. Peyton Royce vs. Awesome Kong in a reverse elimination match to determine the participants in the women’s title tournament.
The match starts off with the classic troupe of everyone silently agreeing to go after Awesome Kong. While everyone is busy taking down Awesome Kong, Royce and Kay sneak away to the other side of the ring. Kay lays down, and Royce pins her. Royce is heading to the tournament. Royce is instructed by the referee to go to the back. Meanwhile, Ripley and Natalya have brought Awesome Kong to the outside of the ring. They are smashing her with chairs and throwing her against the steel steps. Inside the ring, Carmella hits Kay with a superkick, but as she’s going for the pin, Natalya hits her with a German suplex, and then locks in the sharpshooter. Carmella taps, and Natalya secures a spot in the tournament. Carmella begins to crawl over to Royce, but is hit with a riptide and is pinned. Ripley advances to the tournament. Awesome Kong enters the ring. She picks Kay up, and goes for the implant buster, but is met with a superkick from Carmella. But Awesome Kong is still standing. She hits another superkick, but Awesome Kong doesn’t go down. Finally, Carmella hits a third superkick, and Awesome Kong stumbles back into the ropes, her arms get trapped. Kay rolls up Carmella, who then reverses it into a roll up of her own and takes the W. Carmella is the final entrant into the tournament for Carnage.
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2019.12.23 23:15 mrsimpson928 Stand Up: Booking Santino Marella's Return to WWE (Part 3 + Epilogue)

Build to the Royal Rumble
Next night, Santino is interviewed about Santina, and if they have any relation, and he clarifies that they aren’t the same person, Santina is his distant cousin that was born in Canada.
Later on, a 20-man Battle Royal for the #1 Contendership to the WWE Championship ends when the final four are Santino, Rusev, Braun, and Rey. Santino manages to eliminate Rey when Rey charges at him, but is thrown over the top rope. Braun is eliminated by both Santino and Rusev after being hit with a Cobra/Machka Kick Combo. Santino and Rusev both stare each other down, but Rusev hugs Santino, tells him thanks, and eliminates himself. Santino celebrates, but Brock Lesnar runs down and hits both Rusev and Santino with an F-5.
Royal Rumble ‘19 (Santino’s Big Night)
Brock Lesnar and Santino Marella’s match opens the show, but it hardly takes up any time, as the match ends when Brock blasts Santino with an F-5 and wins the match in mere seconds. Santino lays in the ring for a few seconds, reflecting on how his shot at the title was squandered just like that. He gets up and storms to the back.
Midway through the show, we have the Men’s Royal Rumble match! Around #17 or so, Santino runs out, looking for a win tonight. But his dreams are crushed again when he is immediately eliminated by Samoa Joe, recreating the infamous “I wasn’t ready!” moment. He walks backstage screaming “not again!”
Okay, it’s time for the main event. The Women’s Royal Rumble match! The match is a banger, featuring legends like Lita and Molly Holly, but the #30 spot is taken by someone...different. Ladies and gentlemen, your #30 spot in the Women’s Royal Rumble is...Santina Marella???
Santina clears house, eliminating Dana Brooke and Lita, but the final four is Sasha, Charlotte, Natalya, and Santina. Santina eliminates Natalya, and Sasha eliminates Charlotte, letting Sasha and Santina be the final two. Sasha’s time in the Rumble is abruptly cut short however, as she is blasted with a Cobra Strike and thrown out. The winner of the 2020 Women’s Royal Rumble...Santina Marella???
Build to WrestleMania
Between the Rumble and Mania, Santina engages in a short feud with Charlotte where they question each other about really being a woman, ending at Fastlane.
On the Raw before WrestleMania, Becky and Santina have a contract signing. Santina calls out Becky on being flat chested and having a flat ass, but then bam! Santina is blasted in the jaw with a right hook. She goes to pick Santina up by the hair, but when she grabs his hair, it falls off? Wait a minute. Santina is really SANTINO IN DRAG! NOOOO! Becky continues to beat the shit out of Santino for insulting her ugly body.
WrestleMania 36
Before their match, we get a promo showing Santino dressing up as Santina.
Okay. It all comes down to this. Becky Lynch vs. Santina Marella. Will Becky’s 363 day title reign end here?
yes it will
SANTINA BLASTS BECKY WITH A COBRA STRIKE TEN MINUTES INTO THE MATCH TO BECOME YOUR RAW WOMEN’S CHAMPION! SHE’S DONE IT! SANTINO/SANTINA FINALLY WON A TITLE! THE GIRLHOOD DREAM HAS COME TRUE!!! Santino celebrates with the fans before heading backstage.
Epilogue
Santino changed many lives in his final WWE run.
After facing Santino at the Royal Rumble, Brock Lesnar felt that he needed to compete on a more active schedule, so he did. Starting after WrestleMania 36, Brock defended his title weekly. He never lost it.
Rusev found another marriage in Nia Jax; the two had many many many children over their WWE career, as every other year Nia was on maternity leave
Bobby Lashley started using Bitches Ain’t Shit by Dr. Dre as entrance music, and was glad that he didn’t marry the “thot bitch” Lana.
Speaking of Lana, she ended up going from man to man backstage before picking up an STD from Zack Ryder. Three years after WrestleMania 36, Lana died after snorting the most potent heroin, thinking it was cocaine.
Becky Lynch’s life changed for the better, as she got big implants and butt shots, finally becoming attractive and sending all of WrestleWithThePlot into a cardiac arrest, for she finally had tits and an ass.
Santino ended up not going back to Italy however. On April 6th, police and ICE knocked on his door, but Santino came out with a gun. After killing three members of law enforcement, he was shot and killed. Rest in peace, Santino Marella. We miss you.
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2019.01.22 07:30 eastcoastkody WWE Games Move Reference (standing grapples)

Just trying to fill in the blanks. Who was the move added for. And what game it was added in. Would also be helpful if u know what the move is called in an older game...or actual real name of move (if different).
Strong Grapples (Front)
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2018.09.19 20:00 Tyrion_Baelish_Varys ‘The Apprentice’ book excerpt: At CIA’s ‘Russia House,’ growing alarm about 2016 election interference "Something occurred that officials had seen only in the aftermath of a CIA tragedy. Flowers began to accumulate at the foot of the Memorial Wall on 1/23/17, as the agency returned to work."

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/national-security/the-apprentice-book-excerpt-at-cias-russia-house-growing-alarm-about-2016-election-interference/2018/09/18/51eb1732-b5c5-11e8-94eb-3bd52dfe917b_story.html?
This is a powerful piece.
The warren of cubicles was secured behind a metal door. The name on the hallway placard had changed often over the years, most recently designating the space as part of the Mission Center for Europe and Eurasia. But internally, the office was known by its unofficial title: “Russia House.”
The unit had for decades been the center of gravity at the CIA, an agency within the agency, locked in battle with the KGB for the duration of the Cold War. The department’s prestige had waned after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks, and it was forced at one point to surrender space to counterterrorism officers.
But Russia House later reclaimed that real estate and began rebuilding, vaulting back to relevance as Moscow reasserted itself. Here, among a maze of desks, dozens of reports officers fielded encrypted cables from abroad, and “targeters” meticulously scoured data on Russian officials, agencies, businesses and communications networks the CIA might exploit for intelligence.
In the months leading up to the 2016 election, senior Russia House officials held a series of meetings in a conference room adorned with Stalin-era posters, seeking to make sense of disconcerting reports that Moscow had mounted a covert operation to upend the U.S. presidential race.
By early August, the sense of alarm had become so acute that CIA Director John Brennan called White House Chief of Staff Denis McDonough. “I need to get in to see the president,” Brennan said, with unusual urgency in his voice.
Brennan had just spent two days sequestered in his office reviewing a small mountain of material on Russia. The conference table at the center of the dark-paneled room was stacked with dozens of binders bearing stamps of TS/SCI — for “top secret, sensitive compartmented information” — and code words corresponding to collection platforms aimed at the Kremlin.
There were piles of finished assessments, but Brennan had also ordered up what agency veterans call the “raw stuff” — unprocessed material from informants, listening devices, computer implants and other sources. Clearing his schedule, Brennan pored over all of it, his door closed, staying so late that the glow through his office windows remained visible deep into the night from the darkened driveway that winds past the headquarters building’s main entrance.
The description of Brennan and this article is adapted from “The Apprentice: Trump, Russia and the Subversion of American Democracy,” a Washington Post book, which will be published Oct. 2 by Custom House.
A narrative history of Russia’s interference in the 2016 election and its fallout, the book is based on hundreds of interviews with people from Trump’s inner circle, current and former government officials, individuals with close ties to the White House, members of the law enforcement and the intelligence communities, foreign officials and confidential documents. Most people interviewed spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss classified or sensitive U.S. and foreign government deliberations.
At the time of Brennan’s request for a meeting with President Barack Obama, election anxiety about Russia was already surging. Weeks earlier, WikiLeaks had dumped nearly 20,000 emails stolen from Democratic Party computers, material from an audacious hack that authorities almost immediately traced to the Kremlin. Meanwhile, the Republican nominee, Donald Trump, was praising Russian President Vladimir Putin with inexplicable vigor and had even called on Russian spy agencies to hack his opponent.
Brennan’s review session occurred against the backdrop of these unsettling developments. But his call to the White House was driven by something else — extraordinary intelligence that had surfaced in late July and reached deep inside the Kremlin, showing that Putin was himself directing an “active measures” operation aimed not only at disrupting the U.S. presidential race but electing Trump.
Russia House was the point of origin for that assessment. Months later it became the consensus view of U.S. intelligence agencies, one of the core findings of a report released just weeks before Trump took office. It was a conclusion that would fuel investigations and infuriate the 45th president — who, on his second day as leader of the free world, was making his way to CIA headquarters.

The sting of a slur

President Trump had barely been in office 24 hours when his motorcade departed the White House grounds for the nine-mile trip to the CIA’s Northern Virginia campus. The clouds and cold that had dampened Inauguration Day lingered over a city littered with the debris of America’s post-election divide — pro-Trump memorabilia, inauguration programs and celebratory banners along the parade route; broken windows and burned vehicles on blocks where protesters had clashed with police in riot gear.
Trump’s arrival in the White House had been followed by a women’s march that drew a crowd three times larger than the inaugural audience, and now throngs of pink-clad activists watched the caravan accelerate through the D.C. streets. Their gestures toward the motorcade, countered by some salutes from Trump supporters wandering Washington, were reflected in the thick tinted glass of the president’s passing car.
The streetside crowds dissipated as the line of vehicles left downtown, crossed into Virginia, and followed the Potomac River north, turning onto the main route through the suburb of McLean and then past the zigzagging barricades that guard the entrance to the CIA.
The agency occupies a sprawling, leafy campus in Northern Virginia enclosed by miles of electrified fence. At the center of the property is a seven-story building with a row of glass doors opening onto an iconic marble lobby — with the CIA seal inlaid in the terrazzo floor — frequently depicted in movies.
The CIA welcome for Trump would be cordial, even warm, but it was by now well known that the agency was responsible for a series of highly classified reports that had helped trigger an FBI investigation of Russia’s interference into the election and any ties to associates of the president. And Trump had made no secret of his growing belief that the CIA and FBI were engaged in a coordinated effort to damage his presidency before it had even begun.
His blistering attacks on intelligence agencies had intensified as he prepared to take office. He disparaged their conclusions about Russia’s involvement in the election and accused them of deliberately sabotaging him by leaking a document that had come to be known as the “dossier.”
That collection of memos, compiled by a former British intelligence officer, contained dozens of unproven but explosive allegations about then-candidate Trump’s ties with Russia. Among the most salacious was that he had consorted with prostitutes during a 2013 trip to Moscow for the Miss Universe pageant, paying women to defile a hotel room where Obama had once stayed.
Those assertions had gone mostly unreported in the press until U.S. intelligence officials told Trump about the dossier two weeks before he was sworn in. When its contents were published on BuzzFeed, Trump lashed out on Twitter. “Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news to ‘leak’ into the public,” he said. “One last shot at me. Are we living in Nazi Germany?”
The sting of that slur was acute. The CIA’s lineage traced to World War II and the creation of a spy service whose mission was to help Allied forces defeat the same Nazis that Trump now invoked. The agency’s precursor, the Office of Strategic Services, was disbanded after the war, but a statue of its founding director, Gen. William “Wild Bill” Donovan, still stands in the agency lobby.
Trump probably knew little of that history — or for that matter of the record of CIA abuses and corresponding reforms that had transpired during the intervening decades — and would never retract the insult. Many presidents had clashed with the CIA, but the relationship had never taken such an ugly turn before a commander in chief had even taken office.
No one knew what Trump would say when he arrived at the CIA and addressed the crowd that awaited him, but one thing was certain: He would not be brought into Russia House.

A hallowed backdrop

The Trump team hoped that the CIA visit could assure the GOP establishment that Trump would settle into office and be “presidential,” which for Republicans entailed being a staunch defender of national security institutions. His aides also hoped the gesture would help avert an unnecessary rift with an agency whose unique aura and authority had proved seductive to previous presidents but was also capable of fierce bureaucratic combat — even against occupants of the Oval Office.
Trump stepped out of his armored car at 2:06 p.m. in an underground parking garage and was greeted by a CIA leadership team in flux. Brennan and his deputy had resigned once Trump took office, so Meroe Park, who had served for more than three years in the No. 3 role, was officially in charge of the agency and its 20,000 employees. Park (the first woman to hold the reins as director, albeit in an acting capacity) held the job for just three days — long enough for Trump’s pick as CIA chief, Republican Rep. Mike Pompeo, to be confirmed.
Park escorted the president into the Original Headquarters building, an H-shaped structure that opened when John F. Kennedy was president. Trump was then taken by golf cart to a futuristic command post that operatives of Kennedy’s era could hardly have imagined.
The CIA’s Predator operations floor is a dazzling theater of high-tech warfare. Concentric rows of computer terminals face a wall of high-definition video screens. The ambient lighting is darkened to allow analysts to focus on footage transmitted halfway around the world from aircraft (the early Predators now largely replaced with larger, more powerful Reapers) equipped with cameras and missiles but no cockpits.
The sight of missiles streaming toward a target is particularly adrenaline-inducing to the newly initiated, and the agency often brings those it most wants to impress to the Predator display, with highlights of successful strikes cued up. Trump appeared suitably enthused, though puzzled by what he regarded as undue restraint.
When told that the CIA flew surveillance flights over Syria but that only the military conducted strikes — an Obama policy meant to return the agency’s focus to its core espionage mission — Trump made clear he wanted those restrictions wiped away and for the agency to start firing. “If you can do it in 10 days, get it done,” he said, an edict that was ultimately implemented, though it took longer than he wished.
When the agency’s head of drone operations explained how the CIA had developed special munitions to limit civilian casualties, the president seemed nonplused. Shown a strike in which the CIA delayed firing until the target was a safe distance from a compound with other occupants, Trump asked, “Why did you wait?” And when Trump noticed that militants had scattered seconds before another drone attack, he said, “Can they hear the bombs coming? We should make the bombs silent so they can’t get away.”
Agency officials had been given just several days’ notice that Trump had planned to visit the CIA and would deliver remarks; they had scrambled to make preparations that typically take weeks. An email to the workforce had offered tickets to the first 400 employees to respond, a move that helped to ensure the new president would encounter a friendly crowd since the event was being held on a weekend.
The agency expected Trump to use a teleprompter, hoping the president would work from a prepared text. But the White House sent word at the last minute to scrap the screens — Trump would speak off the cuff.
There are numerous locations at CIA headquarters suitable for a speech, among them a cavernous hallway lined with past directors’ portraits and a semi-spherical auditorium known as the Bubble.
But the risers for Trump’s visit were placed before the agency’s most hallowed backdrop: a marble wall on the north side of the main lobby marked by six rows of hand-carved stars, 117 in total at that time, each representing an agency officer or contractor killed in the line of duty. The number had grown by at least 40 since the 9/11 attacks, reflecting the toll of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The constellation had gained three new hand-chiseled stars just months before Trump’s visit, commemorating a trio of paramilitary officers killed in eastern Afghanistan in 2016. The names of many of the dead are entered in a grim ledger that rests beneath the field of stars, protected by an inch-thick plate of glass; the goatskin-bound volume also contains blank spaces for those whose identities and CIA missions remain classified.
The wall is, to the CIA, Arlington National Cemetery in miniature, a sacred space. In addition to somber memorial services when new stars are unveiled, the setting has been used for ceremonies marking momentous agency events, including the culmination of the hunt for Osama bin Laden.
It has also been a backdrop for presidents. In 2009, Obama stood before the stars for a first visit that was also uncomfortable. As a presidential candidate, he had called the CIA’s post-9/11 interrogation methods torture. Once in office, he ordered the agency’s secret prisons dismantled and directed that the legal memos used to justify their operation be made public.
Obama defended those decisions to a wary audience that he acknowledged viewed him with “understandable anxiety and concern.” But he also spoke of employees’ sacrifice and courage, describing the stars behind him — 89 at the time — as “a testament to both the men and women of the CIA who gave their lives in service to their country.” Even those who considered Obama hostile to the agency (and there were many) respected his recognition of so many lives lost.
As the ceremony for Trump got underway, Park was first to the lectern, telling the new president that “hundreds more” agency employees wished to attend but were turned away for lack of space. “It means a great deal that you chose to come to CIA on your first full day as president,” she said.
Vice President Pence was next to speak, and he hit all the politically expedient notes. It was “deeply humbling,” he said, to appear before “men and women of character who have sacrificed greatly and to stand before this hallowed wall, this memorial wall, where we remember 117 who paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.” He then set the table for Trump, saying he knew the new president was “going to make America safe again” and that he had “never met anyone with a greater heart for those who every day, in diverse ways, protect the people of this nation through their character and their service and their sacrifice.”

Blind to the perils

Trump took the stage in a striped blue tie and, though indoors, a topcoat that fell below his knees. “There is nobody that feels stronger about the intelligence community and the CIA than Donald Trump,” he said as he stood facing the bronze gaze of Donovan’s statue.
The agency would get so much support under his administration, he said, that “maybe you’re going to say, ‘Please don’t give us so much backing.’ ” He vowed to rid the world of terrorist groups and assured employees that their new director, Pompeo, was a “total star.”
The speech to that point seemed on track. Park and other agency officials appeared to exhale, gaining confidence that their fears — a confrontation, an attack on the Russia analysts, another Nazi slur — would not materialize. Then midway through his 15-minute appearance, without any pause or outward sign, Trump changed course.
Abandoning discussion of anything relevant to the agency, he set off on a riff about how youthful he felt — “30, 35, 39” — and described the size of his crowds during the final days of the campaign — 25,000, 30,000, 15,000, 19,000.
He falsely claimed to hold the record for Time magazine covers and teased that he would help build a new room at the CIA so that “your thousands of other people that have been trying to come in” would have the privilege of seeing him next time.
Trump called members of the media “the most dishonest human beings on Earth” for refusing to acknowledge the “million, million and a half people” he said had attended his inauguration the previous day — an erroneous claim off by a factor of four.
Trump directed applause to two of his closest aides, both sitting in the front row. “General Flynn is right over here. Put up your hand. What a good guy,” Trump said of his national security adviser, Michael Flynn. A retired Army general who had been one of Trump’s most vocal campaign supporters, Flynn was by then already under FBI investigation for omitting large foreign payments from his financial disclosure forms.
Within days, he would also be questioned by FBI agents over his troubling post-election contacts with the Russian ambassador to the United States.
Next to get presidential praise was Reince Priebus: “Reince. He’s like this political guy that turned out to be a superstar, right?” Trump said of his chief of staff, who was already struggling to tame the chaos of the Trump White House and was soon, like Flynn, banished.
Absorbed in self-adulation and grievance, Trump was blind to a stunning array of problems, some in plain view from the CIA stage: the failings of a national security adviser he’d insisted on hiring despite warnings; the existence of a larger agency workforce beyond this clapping, self-selected crowd that would be profoundly disturbed by his vainglorious performance; the fragments of intelligence being assembled several floors directly above him in Russia House that would help expose a web of connections between his campaign and Moscow, and feed into investigations that would threaten his presidency.
Trump’s ability to see these perils was impaired by his own unfamiliarity with the norms of governance, his insecurity and self-regard. Other presidents had varying levels of these traits, but none had ever possessed such a concentrated combination. These qualities had been on display from the start of his campaign. But now, against a backdrop that symbolized the profound burden of presidential responsibility, his shortcomings seemed suddenly and gravely consequential.
In the reality show that had propelled him to great fame, Trump was depicted as a business titan with peerless instincts — a consummate negotiator, a fearless dealmaker, and an unflinching evaluator of talent. Week after week, contestants competed for the chance to learn from a boardroom master — to be, as the show’s title put it, his apprentice.
In the reality that commenced with his inauguration, Trump seemed incapable of basic executive aspects of the job. His White House was consumed by dysfunction, with warring factions waiting for direction — or at least a coherent decision-making process — from the president.
His outbursts sent waves of panic through the West Wing, with aides scrambling to contain the president’s anger or divine some broader mandate from the latest 140-character blast. He made rash hiring decisions, installing Cabinet officials who seemed unfamiliar with the functions of their agencies, let alone their ethical and administrative requirements.
Decorated public servants were subjected to tirades in the Oval Office and humiliating dress-downs in public. White House documents were littered with typos and obvious mistakes. Senior aides showed up at meetings without the requisite security clearances — and sometimes stayed anyway.
Trump refused to read intelligence reports, and he grew so visibly bored during briefings that analysts took to reducing the world’s complexities to a collection of bullet points.
The supposedly accomplished mogul was the opposite of how he’d been presented on prime-time television. Now he was the one who was inexperienced, utterly unprepared, in dire need of a steadying hand. Now he was the apprentice.
The word, of course, has another connotation: an aspect of servility.

Getting to 98 percent certainty

Trump’s admiration for the leader of Russia was inexplicable and never wavered after taking office. He praised the Russian leader, congratulated him, defended him, pursued meetings with him, and fought virtually any policy or punitive measure that might displease him.
A trained intelligence operative, Putin understood the power of playing to someone’s insecurities and ego. On cue, he reciprocated with frequent praise for the president he had sought to install in the White House.
In phone conversations with Trump, Putin would whisper conspiratorially, telling the U.S. president that it wasn’t their fault that they could not consummate the relationship that each had sought. Instead, Putin sought to reinforce Trump’s belief that he was being undermined by a secret government cabal, a bureaucratic “deep state.”
“It’s not us. We get it,” Putin would tell Trump, according to White House aides. “It’s the subordinates fighting against our friendship.”
It’s hard to imagine that even a master manipulator like Putin would have anticipated the full success of his operation. Not only had he sabotaged Hillary Clinton, but he had also helped install in the Oval Office someone who — by virtue of his disdain for democratic norms and volatile leadership — compounded the impact of the Russian campaign.
In the months that followed Trump’s visit to CIA headquarters, his administration would be tarred by scandals political and personal, a rate of White House dismissals unparalleled in history, and investigations into possibly illegal actions by the president, his family and his team.
Trump’s decisions sometimes seemed as if they were designed to erode American effectiveness or standing, be it in government or on the world stage. Again and again he would belittle America’s closest allies — Australia, Britain, Canada, France and Germany — all the while praising Russia’s strongman.
In so doing, Trump was extolling an authoritarian with an abysmal record on human rights. A significant number of Putin’s critics have ended up dead, most prominently Boris Nemtsov, an opposition politician who was shot multiple times as he walked near the Kremlin in 2015.
Others included Natalya Estemirova, the human rights activist who was kidnapped in Chechnya and found shot in the head; Anna Politkovskaya, the crusading journalist who was shot in her apartment building as she returned home; Sergei Yushenkov, the politician who was shot while investigating a possible government role in the bombing of an apartment building; and Alexander Litvinenko, the former security services officer who died an excruciating death in Britain when his tea was laced with polonium-210, a radioactive substance.
During his second year in office, Trump was faced with evidence that the Kremlin had carried out yet another of these attacks but resisted appeals by allies and his own aides to punish Moscow.
In March, Sergei Skripal, a former Russian military officer and agent for British intelligence, and his daughter Yulia were discovered unconscious on a park bench in Salisbury, England, after being subjected to a nerve agent developed by Soviet scientists.
When British Prime Minister Theresa May told Trump by phone that British authorities were 95 percent sure that Moscow was responsible, Trump replied, “Maybe we should get to 98 percent.”
During a weekend retreat at his Mar-a-Lago estate, Trump’s advisers persuaded him to support a plan to expel 60 suspected Russian intelligence operatives from the United States, telling him that Washington’s move would be matched in magnitude by allies in Europe.
Trump acquiesced, but his commitment unraveled on the trip back to Washington.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” he said to deputy national security adviser Ricky L. Waddell during the short helicopter flight from Andrews Air Force Base to the White House on March 25.
The expulsions were set to be announced the next day in coordination with allies in Europe — an international show of resolve — and Trump was balking. Late that evening, Waddell scrambled to pull together a Situation Room meeting to confer with other top advisers on how to salvage the plan. White House Chief of Staff John F. Kelly, who called in on a secure phone line, said that he would phone Trump at his residence. “I’ll convince him,” Kelly said.
Kelly succeeded. But when the expulsions were announced, Trump erupted. He had expected France, Germany and other countries each to match the U.S. total, rather than for the cumulative response from Europe to be roughly equal to that of the United States. Trump worried that Putin would see him as the aggressor and accused aides of misleading him.
“There were curse words,” one official said, “a lot of curse words.”

A small mound of bouquets

During his speech at the CIA, hardcore Trump loyalists in the crowd stayed with him, standing throughout, cheering the taunts and boasts. But others began to shift uncomfortably, and CIA veterans who read his remarks or watched them online recoiled.
There is no shortage of braggadocio at the CIA, an agency regarded by other U.S. intelligence services as permanently afflicted with a superiority complex. But in that setting, between the flags that frame the memorial wall, the display of rampant egotism felt offensive.
One CIA veteran called Trump’s address “one of the more disconcerting speeches I’ve seen.” Another called it a “freewheeling narcissistic diatribe.” Brennan issued a statement later that day describing Trump’s appearance as a “despicable display of self-aggrandizement.” The president, Brennan said, “should be ashamed of himself.”
The hostility between Trump and the former CIA chief would escalate in the coming year. Brennan, a career public servant who never envisioned turning against a sitting president, would become increasingly outspoken, describing Trump as a threat to the country and its institutions. Trump would retaliate in 2018 by revoking Brennan’s security clearances, deepening his rift with U.S. spy agencies.
Members of Trump’s entourage thought that his appearance at the CIA had helped to avert such acrimony. The applause and ovations persuaded his handlers, including Priebus, that the president had made headway in mending his ruptured relationship with the CIA, and possibly begun to win over the agency workforce. Pompeo, according to aides, saw the dynamic in reverse: that through ovation and flattery the workforce had begun to win over the president.
After concluding his speech, Trump was whisked out of the building and back to his car for the return trip to Washington. The CIA crowd thinned as crews began stacking chairs and breaking down risers.
That week, something occurred that officials had seen only in the aftermath of a CIA tragedy. Flowers began to accumulate at the foot of the Memorial Wall on Monday, as the agency returned to work. By week’s end there was a small mound of bouquets placed by employees who passed by the stars in silence.
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2018.06.08 23:54 AdamHoleBayBay Booking the worst possible Money in the Bank

Daniel Bryan vs Big Cass: Big Cass embraces the “Big Ass” gimmick and walks to the ring with an ass that would put Kim Kardashian to shame. Enzo returns gripping his consensual penis and does a funny rhyme about Cass’s new butt implants, but is escorted out. After a 30 minute torture rack, Bryan reverses it into a cattle mutilation, where Cass submits! However, PETA storms the ring and announces the submission was invalid because it violated animal rights. Daniel Bryan asks PETA for forgiveness, when he turns around and eats a Naomi style booty pop to the face. Big Ass wins & it is revealed Ass’s ass gave Bryan another career-ending concussion. Big Ass receives nuclear heat as he twerks while Daniel Bryan gives a heart-breaking, tear-filled retirement speech.
The Club vs the Bludgeon Brothers: Luke Gallows begins the match by attempting to too sweet Luke Harper. Both Luke’s embrace in a broski hug and agree to tag out because of their names. Rowan and Anderson are in the ring and Anderson attempts to too sweet Rowan, because their names together create the children’s author Eric Carle. Both teams agree to read the ‘Very Hungry Caterpillar’ instead of competing in the match. While Gallows attempts to explain the significance of the symbolism in the story to Harper, Rowan slaps Harper, turning him into a blood hungry bludgeon brother. Harper and Rowan perform a funky tag team finisher and retain the tag titles. The bludgeon brothers and the club reconcile with a too sweet. A new stable is created: The Bludgeon Clubski.
Bobby Lashley vs Sami Zayn: The bell rings and both competitors are smiling too much and Bobby Lashley is softly speaking about his family to someone in the front row, as Sami Zayn hits him with a Helluva Kick and wins the match. Zayn begins dancing and jumping around. Lashley gets up, grabs the mic and explains how Zayn was the better man and he’ll try to get him next time. Both competitors shake hands and laugh with each other. The Lashley sisters forgive Sami and they formally get to know each other. Lashley announces he is returning to Impact.
Seth Rollins vs Elias: Elias is in the ring, serenading Chicago with the voice of God, when Seth Rollins decides to interrupt. The audience is visibly upset with Rollins, who ruined their concert. A large sign reads “if Elias loses, we riot”. After a decent 15 minute back and forth, Rollins has Elias set up for the curb stomp... But Triple H appears! Triple H softly kisses Seth and instructs him to finish Elias. Seth hits the curb stomp and retains the championship. The city of Chicago goes into a state of anarchy, as fans begin rioting and pillaging. Stephanie performs oral sex on Triple H as he flips off the camera.
Men’s mitb ladder match: As the bell rings, each man grabs a ladder. They set up their ladders on top of each other, creating one large 80 foot ladder. The men share a laugh because it looks like a big dick. Samoa Joe cleans house and begins scaling the 80 foot ladder screaming obscenities the whole way up. He passes the mitb briefcase, where he clearly could’ve won the match. He gets to the top of the ladder, and is only feet from the roof of the building. To everyone’s horror, Joe performs a shooting star press and lands on The Miz, who no sells the move and announces he has a daughter. Finn Balor and Bobby Roode scale each side of the ginormous ladder and both competitors climb past the briefcase and begin fighting on top of the ladder while circus music plays in the arena. Braun Strowman tips over the ladder, sending Balor and Roode plummeting down into the WWE universe. Big E sneezes and gets snot all over himself, so he exits to the locker room to clean off. The Miz and Rusev leave the stadium and head to Home Depot to buy another ladder, the broadcasts split screens to an episode of Ride Along. Braun Strowman is the only competitor left standing, but can’t do anything because he doesn’t have a ladder. However, Braun’s music hits and Brains Strowman sprints to the ring and instructs Braun to climb him and grab the briefcase, however Demon Finn climbs the other side of Brains and too sweets Braun in the eyes, knocking him off. Demon Finn grabs the briefcase and Cathy Kelley interviews him. “How does this feel?” “GUDT” Kevin Owens arrives late and blames Kurt Angle for conspiring against him.
Carmella vs Asuka: Carmella retains after a 60 minute reverse chokehold puts the match over the time limit. Carmella says some racist things then moonwalks on the Japanese flag.
Women’s mitb ladder match: Natalya comes out and reveals she’s had plastic surgery to make her look like a cat. She runs on all fours and claws at each competitor until Charlotte sprays water on her, and Natty hisses and hides under the ring for the remainder of the match. Naomi and Sasha Banks climb each side of the ladder and begin fighting on top. Sasha pushes Naomi off the ladder, who lands on her butt and bounces back on to the top of the ladder and hits Sasha with the rear view. Sasha jumps off the ladder and botches a double knee stomp on Ember, sending them both to the back on stretchers. Lana has no interest in competing in the match, as she’s on a ladder on the entrance ramp screaming “Lana Day” with her tits out. Becky Lynch is chasing Alexa around the ring while Colt Cabana is chasing Becky Lynch. Naomi is still bouncing on her butt. Charlotte takes this opportunity to climb the ladder and retrieve the mitb briefcase, but she keeps falling off the ladder. She laughs of embarrassment, but continues falling off the ladder for 45 straight minutes before Vince McMahon sends Tamina Snuka out to climb the ladder and grab the briefcase and hand it to Charlotte. However, Tamina is having trouble climbing the ladder too. A WWE employee climbs the ladder and hands the briefcase to Tamina to hand to Charlotte, who is the winner of the match.
AJ Styles vs Shinsuke Nakamura: This match actually lives up to expectations, and seems like it could be a legitimate 5 star match, until Kid Rock appears and shoots both Styles and Nak in the nads with a paintball gun and cuts a promo on Trump haters. Neither competitors answer to the ten count. Kurt Angle appears and says he’s sick of the non-finishes. He announces they will finish the fight until one competitor rips the genitals off of the other competitor. Nakamura wields a katana, while AJ styles revs up a chainsaw. In a ridiculous series of events, both competitors hack off the other’s genitals at the exact same time, leading to another non-finish. Kid Rock performs.
Roman Reigns vs Jinder Mahal: the match happens, to the delight of u/rb_Reigns.
Nia Jax vs Ronda Rousey: Ronda enters the ring flanked by Dash and Dawson of the Revival, as they unveil their revived Right to Censor stable. Nia waits for Ronda to insult her weight, but Ronda is now the reboot of RTC Ivory, who instead tells Nia that her gear is too revealing. Nia cries, and Ronda attempts to break her arm, but Nia’s tears make the armbar impossible! Nia runs out crying, retaining by her own disqualification. Ronda and the Revival cut a promo on Chicago for being obscene. Pitbull performs, but says a bad word, and is immediately shut down by the new RTC.
No Way Jose’s dance line appears and challenges Brock Lesnar to a Universal Title Match. Lesnar accepts, but Jose announces that this is no regular match, it will be a dance off. Brock accepts and begins sensually dancing, which gets a huge applause from the arena; Brock exclaims “Sexy city, bitch!”. Jose does a funky little dance, and ends his routine with the Chicago Bears super bowl shuffle. He gets a huge pop and makes Brock ejaculate. Jose wins the match, but wait- that’s not Jose! A closer look shows its CM Punk! He wins the title to make sure Brock doesn’t break his 434 day record, and relinquishes the title. Brock slips on his own cum and announces he will be returning to the UFC, with cum all over his face. Natalya crawls back out from under the ring and licks up the rest of the cum on the ground.
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2017.05.14 22:50 DatsFuckedUp Memories from Remaining House Shows

I have only been to 8 house shows in my life and these recent posts have covered half of them. This post will kill 5 birds with one stone.
Smackdown 2005
If it wasn't for the Raw show I went to in 2006, this would've been the best house show I've ever attended:
 
Smackdown/ECW 2007
 
TNA 2009
I actually had the fortune of attending a TNA house show pre-Hogan era.
 
WWE Supershow 2010
 
Raw 2011
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2015.12.09 16:53 deejaysea Royal Rumble 2012, with surprise winner Sheamus [WON 02/06/12]

WWE ROYAL RUMBLE PPV FEEDBACK Thumbs up 45 (16.4%) Thumbs down 161 (58.8%) In the middle 68 (24.8%)
BEST MATCH POLL C.M. Punk vs. Dolph Ziggler 151 Royal Rumble 87 Bryan vs. Show vs. Henry 9
WORST MATCH POLL John Cena vs. Kane 78 Women 8 man tag 76 Brodus Clay vs. Drew McIntyre 49 Royal Rumble 14 Bryan vs. Show vs. Henry 9
WWE and UFC both put on major shows this past weekend, and neither was very good. WWE’s Royal Rumble, the No. 2 show of the year, seemed to garner a lot of interest, but a so-so undercard followed by one of the most forgettable Rumbles ever opened WrestleMania season like a wet noodle. But it will likely have zero bearing on things going forward.
Sheamus won what was billed as the 25th anniversary of the Royal Rumble, which it actually was even though it’s not meant as the way it’s stated. Technically, the first anniversary is the second show, but not in WWE. However, WWE history credits the first Royal Rumble as being in 1988 in Hamilton, ONT, won by Jim Duggan, who was brought back for a cameo this year. However, the first Royal Rumble was actually held in 1987 in St. Louis, but has been erased from history since it only drew 1,976 fans.
25 years later, on 1/29, there was a sellout of 18,121 fans (15,000 paid; $950,000) at the Savvis Center, also in St. Louis. Sheamus (Stephen Farrelly, 34), was a surprise winner and that’s probably why he won. A number of different names were bandied about as potential winners, including Sheamus very early on, Randy Orton, and even names like Chris Jericho and John Cena (with the storyline that he would then have to choose between his guaranteed title shot or the announced match with Rock, so he’d be the ultimate surprise winner, but also one that would render the result meaningless).
Sheamus threw out Jericho after the two went more than 7:00 as the last survivors in one of the better final two struggles after a Rumble filled with a lot of comedy. Because of a lack of roster depth, they used a lot of outsiders to get 30 names, including all three television announcers (Jerry Lawler, Booker T and Michael Cole), a gag that worked the first time, was overdone the second, and pathetic by the third; nostalgia acts both announced ahead of time (Mick Foley) and not announced (Duggan and Road Dogg) as well as Ricardo Rodriguez coming out to Alberto Del Rio’s music in a car, and Kharma making a surprise return and becoming the third woman ever in the Rumble. Another person originally scheduled to enter was Road Warrior Animal, Joe Laurinaitis, whose son plays for the St. Louis Rams and was at the show. However, Laurinaitis said that he was called late and they didn’t have time to put the deal together. That translates into either he didn’t want to do it, or didn’t like the money offered, or didn’t want to be a 1:00 and done statistic.
Almost all of them, including Rodriguez, got bigger reactions than all but the company’s biggest stars. The Rumble was never boring, had a few themes such as Miz starting at No. 1 and lasting 45 minutes and Cody Rhodes eliminating legends (Foley, Lawler, Booker and Duggan), which the announcers, including those eliminated, never really pushed. But aside from a spot where Kofi Kingston was thrown out of the ring, fell off the apron on his hands, and walked on his hands about 12 feet to the ring steps, climbed up on his hands, then got to his feet back in the ring, virtually the entire Rumble will be forgotten almost as quickly as last week’s Impact main event. Overall, it was at the lower end as far as Rumbles went.
There were no great matches on the undercard, nor was anything so awful. The C.M. Punk title defense against Dolph Ziggler that could have been show stealing, was a good match. But the overdone finish, making the match more about John Laurinaitis than the title, and shortness, made it not even as good as a few of their television matches. There was some very questionable time management. The show featured two long and excellent videos, one on Cena and the other on The Rock. I had no problem with them on the show until they were played on Raw the next night. If it was going to be on Raw, there was no point showing it here and cutting from the matches. In addition, there was a Divas match that wasn’t advertised that added nothing to the show. There’ s nothing wrong with bonus matches, but not when they are put on a show where the main events have time taken away from them. You could also argue putting a Brodus Clay squash match on PPV, but that’s a quick dance routine and a 1:00 match, so it didn’t take a lot of time. Plus, people were at least into seeing him as opposed to the women that they could have taken or left.
There was really nothing on the show that built for Mania past Sheamus winning. If Sheamus challenged Daniel Bryan, the irony would be that the two were scheduled on last year’s Mania and were pulled from the show at the last minute because of time constraints. But no new major angles were shot that are building for Mania, and no eliminations seemed to build future storylines.
As far as business indicators, closed-circuit theaters in Canada did strong business, including sellouts in Toronto and Saskatoon.
The next step in Mania season is the Elimination Chamber PPV on 2/19 in Milwaukee at the Bradley Center. The main events will determine who goes into Mania as the two champions defending. The Raw match has C.M. Punk defending against Jericho, Kingston, The Miz, R-Truth and Ziggler. From all indications, the Mania direction is still scheduled as Punk vs. Jericho, with either means one or the other wins, or somebody else wins and Punk and Jericho do an issue heated enough to get Punk not in the title match. The Smackdown match has Daniel Bryan defending against Big Show, Great Khali (replacing an injured Mark Henry who they did a storyline suspension with so he can heal groin and knee injuries), Cody Rhodes (thus eliminating the Cody vs. Dustin Rhodes match talked about), Wade Barrett and Randy Orton. John Cena will wrestle Kane on the show, in what at least as of this past week was going to be a last man standing match. There isn’t much room for an undercard, as the only male singles champion not in is U.S. champion Jack Swagger, and the only star even high mid-level not in the two matches are Alberto Del Rio (injured), HHH and Undertaker (both likely not working until Mania), and Christian (who was scheduled to be back by then), which doesn’t leave much else of note that is going to be added.
For Mania, Raw the next night seemed to confirm Punk vs. Jericho and Undertaker vs. HHH is still in the cards, as Jericho gave Punk a codebreaker interfering in a match with Bryan, while Undertaker, wearing a red wig (he had shaved his head months back and his hair hasn’t grown back) came out and did a non-talking staredown with HHH to end the show.
A. Yoshi Tatsu pinned Heath Slater with a spin kick off the top rope in the dark match in 4:00.
  1. Daniel Bryan retained the World title in a three-way cage match over Big Show and Mark Henry in 9:01. The short match was to protect Henry, who really shouldn’t have wrestled. Right off the bat the announcing was weird as heel announcer Michael Cole was going crazy ripping on Bryan, causing Booker T to defend him. The crowd cheered Bryan the most of the three. Show bodyblocked Henry into the cage three times to allow him to sell for a few minutes. Bryan tried to jump over the top but Show then stopped him. Show at one point speared Henry and Bryan jumped on Henry for the pin, but Henry kicked out. Bryan did a tornado DDT out of the corner and Show did the power kick out. When Bryan got Show in the LeBell lock, the crowd was completely behind Bryan, and booed when Henry broke up the hold. Henry threw Bryan into the cage. Then Show gave Henry the knockout punch, and Bryan broke up the pin. The crowd here booed Bryan for costing Show the win. Henry sold the punch. Bryan climbed up the cage and got to the rope and Show climbed up as well. Bryan was over the top when Show grabbed him by the throat and pulled him back in. The finish saw Bryan again climb and Show grabbed his wrist over the top of the cage. Bryan was several feet above the floor behind held by Show, and I don’t know that at that angle Show could have pulled him back. So Bryan let go, fell to the floor, and won. **1/4
They aired the Cena video, attempting to portray him as this larger than life babyface superstar. They pushed that some people love him and some hate him, but the message was clear that he worked hard and was a good person, is nice to kids, is nice to the military, works hard in the gym and it’s unfair that people boo him while acknowledging that it happens. The message seemed to be that the “smart” fans are the ones who used to hate him but realized they were wrong.
  1. Beth Phoenix & Natalya & Brie & Nikki Bella beat Kelly Kelly & Eve Torres & Tamina & Alicia Fox in 5:27. They were pushing the idea of the never-ending Smackdown & Superstars TV feud between the daughters of 80s stars Tamina (Jimmy Snuka) and Natalya (Jim Neidhart). Match was fine, and better than most WWE women’s matches. The key spot was all the women fighting outside the ring so they could catch Kelly as she did a plancha off the top. Nikki’s outfit was in danger of falling off. Phoenix slapped Nikki to tag herself in and gave Kelly the Glam slam for the pin. *1/2
  2. John Cena went to a double count out with Kane in 10:56. Match was more a prelude to an angle. Cena came out fast. The crowd did the dueling chants and they were loud. The match had great heat with Kane being heavily cheered. Cena tried the Attitude Adjustment early but collapsed under the weight. Kane worked the smother hold but Cena escaped and put Kane in the crossface. Crowd booed like crazy when Cena used that move. Kane escaped with a side slam and followed with a clothesline off the top. Cena did a comeback with his usual moves, all of which were booed. Cena by this point was cut under the right ear. Kane went for a choke slam but Cena escaped, but Kane followed with a high kick. Cena went to the top and Kane climbed up for a superplex, but Cena head-butted him and Kane fell into the ring. Cena was booed like crazy as he came off the top with a fist drop. He then tried the Attitude Adjustment but Kane blocked it. Both went up outside the ring and were brawling and counted out. Nobody expected that to be the finish and the crowd wasn’t happy at all. They brawled backstage after the match. Cena threw Kane into some rubber garbage cans knocking garbage everywhere. Kane came with three chair shots to the back to lay Cena out. He then went to Zack Ryder’s private dressing room. Earlier in the show, Ryder showed up in a wheelchair and neck brace selling the injuries from Raw the previous week. This led to a confrontation where Eve Torres yelled at John Laurinaitis and told him she wished he was fired. Torres was gone and Kane kicked the door in and smothered Ryder, putting him out. He wheeled him onto the stage and then dumped him out of the wheelchair on the ramp. Kane threw Ryder in the ring. The place went quiet here. Torres ran in begging Kane to stop. She was begging. Clearly she wasn’t thinking on her feet because she had at least some cards to play here. Kane picked Ryder up for the tombstone and stared at Torres, and then delivered it. He stared at Torres and stalked her and was about to do something when Cena made the save. The fans still booed Cena heavy. He tried the Attitude Adjustment again, but couldn’t get it because Kane had worked over Cena’s back during the match. Kane choke slammed Cena and left him laying. Torres was in the ring in fear and got herself to cry. While this was going on, there was a loud “Cena sucks” chant. **
Next was The Rock video. They made him look like a major movie star with clips of him doing movies, behind at the scenes on the set, flying in airplanes all over the world, plus showed photos of him with his mom as a little kid. They also showed him going to Hawaii, visiting the grave of his grandfather and grandmother, talked about idolizing Peter Maivia (shown in a photo with Ray Stevens) and showed him going back to the high school he attended in Honolulu.
  1. Brodus Clay pinned Drew McIntyre in 1:04. Clay did his usual dancing act. McIntyre said that Clay was mocking his business. Clay won with his crossbody which is called What the Funk?
  2. C.M. Punk retained the WWE title pinning Dolph Ziggler in 14:30 with John Laurinaitis as referee. Laurinaitis came out and said that he would be the referee outside the ring while a regular referee would be inside the ring. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt which was a Vince McMahon rib on him to make fun of his skinny arms. Laurinaitis was then texting while he was supposed to be refereeing. He kicked Vickie Guerrero out, based on the stipulation of the Punk vs. Jack Swagger match a few weeks back on Raw. Booker said Laurinaitis was a guy who never did a thing as a wrestler, while Cole said he was world champion in Japan (world tag team, not singles). Punk did a tope early. Ziggler did the spot where he does one elbow drop after another. Ziggler went for the famouser but Punk caught him and dropped him in a power bomb for a near fall. Punk did his spin kick, running knee in the corner and running bulldog series of spots. Punk did a crossbody off the top but Ziggler rolled through and got a near fall holding the trunks. Punk blocked the Zig Zag and kicked Ziggler in the face for a near fall. Punk went to the top rope, stared at Laurinaitis, and hit the Savage elbow for a near fall. Loud “Randy Savage” chants. Ziggler then threw Punk into the ref, wiping him out. Well, you knew that was happening. Punk used a judo hiptoss and put Ziggler in the Anaconda vise. The ref was down, while Laurinaitis was tending to the ref. Ziggler was tapping from the Anaconda vise but no referee to count. Punk started yelling at Laurinaitis for not counting. Ziggler then got Punk from behind with a rolling reverse cradle, but Punk rolled and had Ziggler pinned. But Laurinaitis was paying no attention and nobody was counting. Laurinaitis then threw the ref back into the ring. Ziggler tried to jump Punk. Punk recovered, put Ziggler on his shoulders for the GTS, but instead used an airplane spin and spun Ziggler into Laurinatis. Punk then hit the GTS and again no referee. Laurinaitis came in the ring and started yelling at Punk for hitting him. Punk was yelling at Laurinaitis noting he’s had the match won three times but no ref would count. Punk set up the GTS, but Ziggler countered into a famouser for a near fall. But Punk monkey flipped Ziggler into the corner, Punk then catapulted Ziggler into the corner and hit the GTS. Both the referee and Laurinaitis counted the fall. Instead of pushing that Punk retained, the story at ringside was how Laurinaitis counted the fall only because it was a last ditch hope of selling his job. ***1/4
  3. Sheamus won the 30 man Royal Rumble, throwing out Chris Jericho in 54:54. The intervals that people were supposed to come in was announced this year as 90 seconds, and most of the time they hit pretty close to that. It opened with MIZ vs. ALEX RILEY. They did some brawling. Riley missed a tackle and flew over the top rope in 1:17. R-TRUTH was next in at 1:56. It was noted that these were both former tag team partners of Miz. Miz tried the skull crushing finale but Truth blocked it. Truth tried the downward spiral and Miz blocked it. CODY RHODES was next in at 3:27. JUSTIN GABRIEL entered at 4:57. Zero reaction to him. PRIMO entered at 6:27 even though the video screen said it was Epico. When the music played, everyone was thinking it was Rosa Mendes, who didn’t come out with him. Miz threw Truth over the top at 7:12. Truth then pulled Miz out from under the ropes and laid him out with a downward spiral on the floor. Miz laid on the floor and got to rest a few minutes. MICK FOLEY was in at 7:57. Foley should not have tried to run to the ring, and instead walked, because by not being able to run at all, it made him seem like someone who shouldn’t be in there. Crowd went nuts for him, more than anyone thus far. Foley backdropped Primo over the top in 8:32. Foley gave Rhodes a double arm DDT. RICARDO RODRIGUEZ came out in 9:27. The crowd went crazy for him as well. He came out to Alberto Del Rio’s music, with Del Rio car, Del Rio’s white trunks and the scarf that Del Rio usually wears. Everyone stopped wrestling in the ring when he came out. Fans were chanting “Ricardo.” Rodriguez then attacked Rhodes and everyone else just did nothing and watched them. Rodriguez needs to work on his body given who he works with because it’s going to hurt his career. Rodriguez and Foley threw out Gabriel at 11:25. SANTINO MARELLA was in at 11:44. Marella gave Rodriguez a wedgie and threw him over at 12:51. This left Foley and Marella in the ring and Foley pulled out Mr. Socko and Marella pulled out the cobra hand. The two stood there and never touched. The real EPICO came out next. Marella used the cobra on Epico and Foley used Mr. Socko on him and they threw Epico over in 13:55. Foley used Mr. Socko while Marella used the cobra for a comedy spot that ended up even. Miz and Rhodes returned to the ring to attack both of them. Rhodes threw out Marella in 14:28. Foley put Mr. Socko on Miz, but Rhodes threw out Foley in 14:46. This left Rhodes and Miz as the two guys in the ring. They never touched until KOFI KINGSTON entered at 15:03. Kingston was dropkicking both guys. The action picked up noticeably when he arrived. Kingston threw Miz over but Miz held onto the top rope. JERRY LAWLER took off his announcer clothes and had his ring outfit underneath and hit the ring. He dropkicked Miz and Rhodes. Lawler is amazing for being 62 and even though he only lasted 1:00, it was clear he was a better worker in the ring than most in this match. He also delivered a fist drop off the middle rope, but Rhodes eliminated Lawler at 17:31. Crowd wasn’t happy to see that. EZEKIEL JACKSON entered at 18:00. JINDER MAHAL was next in at 19:27. GREAT KHALI returned and entered at 20:57. It was his first time back since Mark Henry did an injury angle putting him out. He wasn’t selling anything. He didn’t get as big a reaction as you’d expect. Khali did chops on everyone who got near him. Khali threw out Mahal in 21:41. Khali chopped Jackson and clotheslined him over the top in 21:55. HUNICO entered at 22:57 with Camacho. BOOKER T was next in at 23:58. People reacted big for him. This was the point where Miz had thrown Kingston out but he fell off the apron hands first and walked on his hands to the steps and got back in. DOLPH ZIGGLER entered at 25:44. Vickie Guerrero came to ringside with him. JIM DUGGAN entered at 27:15. Duggan also got a big pop. Rhodes clotheslined Duggan over a 28:31. Crowd booed that one. Booker and Khali were fighting near the ropes and Rhodes ducked low under both and sent them both over at 28:57. MICHAEL COLE entered at 29:14. He looked ridiculous. He tried to put on his headgear but tried to put it on backwards so he couldn’t get it on and kept trying. Cole got in the ring and started dancing around. For some reason, everyone just stopped and allowed him center stage to dance around. KHARMA entered at 30:31. She clotheslined Cole. She went after Cole who ran away and jumped over the top on the apron. Lawler and Booker, who had both gone back to the desk to announce after being eliminated, then pulled Cole off the apron. The good thing is the match was getting bad with Cole as the main focus. The bad is that he was there to announce the rest of the bout. Cole was eliminated at 31:22. Kharma then gave Ziggler the implant buster. People popped for that spot. Ziggler threw out Hunico in 31:52. Ziggler then threw out Kharma at 32:01. SHEAMUS entered at 32:23. He was one of the few current guys who got any kind of a big reaction coming out. Sheamus immediately threw Kingston over at 33:12. Cole than started pushing about how he lasted longer in the Rumble than Lawler. It sounded like this would be a line Cole is going to say every week on Raw until next year when they do the gimmick again. Ziggler tried the Zig Zag on Sheamus but didn’t get it. ROAD DOGG was next in at 34:00. He got a good pop and looked good in there. The crowd was chanting “You still got it” at him, and seconds later, the place went quiet. JEY USO was next in at 35:22. He did his father Rikishi’s running butt bump on Road Dogg but the crowd was quiet at this point. No reaction to Road Dogg by that point either. JACK SWAGGER was in at 36:51. WADE BARRETT came in at 38:20. Barrett threw out Road Dogg at 39:05. DAVID OTUNGA was in at 39:51. RANDY ORTON entered at 41:20. Orton did his quick powerslam twice and did a double draping DDT on Rhodes and Ziggler. The reason they loaded up the ring was so Orton could start eliminating people. He threw out Jey Uso at 42:36. He gave Barrett an RKO and threw him over at 42:44. CHRIS JERICHO entered at 42:58. Jericho got a complete babyface reaction. Jericho threw out Otunga in 43:34. BIG SHOW was next in at 44:46, as No. 30, the final guy entering. Sheamus threw out Swagger in 45:07. Show then gave Swagger the knockout punch outside the ring. Show threw out Rhodes and Miz together at 45:41. Show threw out Ziggler at 45:55. If you’re counting that made the fifth time in the show Ziggler lost. This left Sheamus, Jericho, Orton and Show as the final four. Show then choke slammed Jericho, which meant he was on his way out, as Orton hit the RKO on Show and threw him over at 47:12. Jericho then dumped Orton at 47:18, leaving Jericho vs. Sheamus. The crowd was completely standing for the last several minutes. Crowd was chanting for Jericho even though he was the heel, but they didn’t boo Sheamus. Sheamus used the Irish curse backbreaker. He tried the Celtic cross but Jericho escaped. Jericho put Sheamus over the top onto the apron and did a springboard dropkick but Sheamus didn’t go over. Jericho kicked him but Sheamus held on and slingshotted into the ring with a shoulderblock. Sheamus missed the Brogue kick and Jericho put him in the Walls of Jericho. Sheamus made the rope. At that moment Cole explained that there are no rope breaks in a Royal Rumble. A split second later, Jericho broke it. Cole immediately had his explanation that Jericho let go of the hold thinking Sheamus was done. Jericho raised his arms and there were people booing but most were cheering. Sheamus then backdropped Jericho over the top, but Jericho held onto the top rope to keep from being eliminated. Both ended up in the corner in superplex position. Both fell off and Sheamus crotched himself. Jericho gave Sheamus the codebreaker, but couldn’t throw him over. Jericho started slapping Sheamus in the face which made Sheamus mad. He charged and missed the Brogue kick. Jericho went for the codebreaker but Sheamus blocked it and threw Jericho over. He was hanging onto the ropes when Sheamus gave him a running Brogue kick and Jericho fell to the floor and it was over. The Sheamus vs. Jericho stuff was good but there were few highlights of the match past the surprises getting big pops, but they went to that well too often and it became the crutch to hide how little depth there was. ***1/4
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2015.09.28 02:25 Gifs_Ungiven What are some things in wrestling that aren't so common anymore?

  1. Pyro - With the exception of guys who've always had it like Kane and Jericho, entrance pyro has pretty much disappeared from the WWE.
  2. Flexing poses - It's kind of a small thing but even though we still have big muscle guys like Ryback, nobody really flexes for the crowd anymore. I feel like back in the early 90s, half of the wrestlers' signature poses were straight out of bodybuilding.
  3. Breast Implants - Nikki and Natalya are the only Divas I can think of on the main roster with implants. That's pretty crazy considering that it used to be basically a requirement for any woman in the WWE.
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2015.05.27 09:06 SWJS1 A New DAH! Game: Posibilities, Potential, and What We Hope To See

As someone who used to be a hardcore Destroy All Humans! mega fan, I would love nothing more than to see a new game in the series after all these years. I'm honestly hoping Nordic Games plans to either continue or reboot the series, but I could understand any potential apprehension in doing so, considering DAH! was a game that flew under so many peoples' radar. The series definitely hit a low point around Big Willy Unleashed, and the concept admittedly was getting a bit tired by the time of Path of the Furon. Here, I'd like to offer Nordic a few ideas and concepts for bringing DAH! back from the brink and breathing much needed life back into it.
The Potential of Current Gen
New hardware, bigger RAM, better video cards, better processors. DAH has a whole lot of potential on the new consoles considering their power compared to previous generations. This will be the foundation for many of the ideas I have.
General Details
One of the biggest limiting factors for previous games was THQ's obsession with keeping the games T-rated. During a Q&A with Sandblast Games during development of Path of the Furon, they touched on things like why you don't get a policeman's gun if you bodysnatch him. The answer verbatim was 'Because cops shooting at civilians would get an M-Rating.' Shooting for a safer ESRB rating really limits the potential for creativity and variety these games have. So my advice, Nordic? Worry about the rating after you work out how the game will play. Don't limit yourself. DAH as a series is about alien invasion, mass genocide, anal probes, mayhem and wanton destruction, there's nothing exactly 'family friendly' about it.
Setting, Story and Characters
This area of the game is fairly integral to what Destroy All Humans! is. DAH games often satirize alien invasion tropes and general pop culture of each decade the game takes place in, and while I'd love to tear up the 80s, I'd also like to see the alien invasion aspect come to other time periods. A game set during the time period when the Furons took leave on Earth taking the piss out of Ancient Aliens on the history channel, for example, would be absolutely hilarious.
Since current gen allows for more, I'd love to see more, larger sandboxes for more creative, destructive potential. Another reason I'd like the series to branch out and explore more time periods is because of the potential for large and varied sandboxes. Imagine taking the Quantum Deconstructor to the Roman Colosseum, or even razing a large Mayan city to the ground. Or imagine visiting different human space colony planets after they destroy the earth through negligence and pollution in the future. There's lots of potential to be had here!
As much as I absolutely adore Pox and Crypto as characters, it's difficult to imagine them coming back in new installments due to the time that's passed, new developer, and the trouble Richard Horvitz and Grant Albrecht had with THQ regarding being asked to voice for Big Willy Unleashed for free. This is one reason why if there ever is a new DAH! Game, I picture it being a reboot rather than a sequel. That's not really a terrible thing though. New main characters could bring fantastic new gameplay elements to the table, which I'll touch on soon.
One thing that always disappointed me with the DAH games was the supporting cast. Up until Path of the Furon, Furon culture had never been explored outside of text lore extras. The majority of the supporting cast were always humans, which lead to Crypto having to work with them more than destroy them or harvest them. For example I was never fond of the romance with Natalya. For a spy movie satire it was okay, though it felt out of place in the DAH story because Crypto went from despising humans to wanting to bed their women in no time flat, and it became less about destroying all humans and more about escorting, protecting and working with humans for other purposes. All in all I would have loved to see more Furon supporting cast members, like Gastro.
Give us a female Furon commander voiced by Jennifer Hale or Laura Bailey, I'd be all for that. Give us a mothership crew, a cook, a janitor, an engineer, weapons specialist, scientist, etc. I always found it hard to believe a highly advanced alien civilization would send a mothership crewed by only two Furons to successfully orchestrate an invasion. I want more Furons with other personalities, if I play as an alien invader then I want to feel like I'm part of a frigging' invasion! Let us visit the Furon homeworld and undertake missions for the emperor dealing with Furon criminals and such. I want to see much more from the Furon side of the fence.
As for where the story goes, that depends on whether it's a continuation or a reboot. If continuation, perhaps Pox's new reign as emperor is being met with resistance Crypto needs to help crush before he can get back to harvesting human brain stems? If a reboot, perhaps Furons are suffering from genetic disorders due to clone degeneration and have launched a desperate mission to recover pure Furon DNA from an ancient source? Perhaps the Furon homeworld is burning up its resources too quickly and they need to relocate, forcefully? There are many possibilities with plenty of potential.
One thing I really enjoyed about the story for Destroy All Humans! 2 was the introduction of the Blisk. It was a great twist and added a whole new enemy archetype to the game. I loved their creepy hivemind thing and parasitic spore nature. This is something else I want to see in new DAH games, new alien species! Enemies of the Furon empire or conquered and subjugated species, either on Earth or new planets. This could give an excuse to have Atlantis as an explorable and destroyable sandbox too!
Gameplay: General
Earlier I mentioned that a new main cast could allow for some fantastic new gameplay. One thing I was referring to was character customization. Imagine cycling through various sliders for eyes, facial features, accessories like Pox's cranial implants (his horns). Imagine various spacesuits and helmets with cool designs you could choose from, the colors you could change them to be, maybe even change the color for your PK powers! Personalization of your player character is always a great thing, especially in third person games. Character progression could also allow us to spec in various skills, like upgrading your PK all the way could unlock epic new powers allowing you to dominate without ever even firing a gun.
A new cast could also allow us the option of playing as the commander of the invasion Dragon Age: Inquisition style. Imagine it, pick your mothership, upgrade and customize it, select your crew and your troops and what classes of troops you want, choose different weapons and land assault vehicles to stock the mothership with, sit in judgment over mutineers and captured humans, lead your troops directly in battle and issue commands to them employing strategy and tactics.
In keeping with the theme of a new cast and a new mothership, I'd like to see the mothership as a central hub that we can explore. Multiple levels possibly separated by an elevator, akin to the Citadel in Mass Effect. The protagonist, who from this point I'll just call Crypto for the sake of time and convenience, could have his/her own room where they can heal, customize their character, and store trophies or momentos detailing achievements from story missions. The crew could be intractable with and even potentially give small quests to unlock new personal and saucer upgrades for free or at a discount. This could be a way to introduce some kind of Furon currency and economy that doesn't rely on pure DNA, since there wasn't any to begin with until the invasion of Earth.
Something I'd love to see in the sandbox maps is enter-able buildings with destroyable interiors. This could be tied into a mini-game where Crypto must enter a building and destroy various weakpoints on the way up. Once completed the building would start to collapse and then Crypto would need to escape the structure before it came down on top of him.
One thing I loved about the first DAH game was the fact the Death Ray set buildings on fire, something that wasn't there in later games. I'd really like to see fires, both in/on buildings and out in the sandbox be a thing. If a car 'splodes in a park, I want to see that park go up in flames.
I would also very much like to see stealth and infiltration like in the first game play a big roll. Assume the form of a high-ranking human, like a police captain, and call off the alert level, or have them think your current enemies are you and command the police to fight them instead.
Remember the boss fight with Kojira at the end on Takoshima in DAH!2? Of course you do, it was facking oresome! I'd definitely like to have another fight with a giant monster set in a large city, with the monster capable of damaging buildings too! Yes please. Nordic, are you taking notes?!
I want to be able to land the saucer anywhere I choose instead of at landing zones. Maybe have an early mission revolving completely around doing a ritual or mission for Arkvoodle to justify it.
Gameplay: Psychokinesis
PK is a major part of gameplay for DAH, and the most fun! Exploiting the ragdoll physics of the Havok engine was a form of catharsis I had never experienced up until that point, and admittedly I was disappointed with how PK worked in Big Willy and PotF, though the time manipulation powers in PotF definitely helped make up for it. One thing I'd love to see in a new DAH is the psychokinetic powers to play a bigger roll and be expanded on.
For example, Crypto can already distort time, that power was established. Why not other powers, like summoning and controlling the elements? A Furon class called a Psion could be introduced here, as essentially Furon PK Mages that are so adept with PK they can destroy something with a thought.
Gameplay: Vehicles and Navigation
It's Destroy All Humans!, so the saucer has to return. Obviously. Though I wouldn't mind a few simple changes. For example instead of being stuck at a fixed height and the speed of a blimp, I would welcome the addition of a sort of free flight mode where the saucer would handle somewhat like the VTOL jets from Saints Row The Third and Saints Row 4. I also loved the saucer in PotF, how you could change the pain job, adjust the altitude and how the weapons gloriously came out of the hull, glowing and pulsating with energy.
Besides the saucer, though, here are a few ideas for other potential vehicles.
Gameplay: Arsenal
It goes without saying that the fan favorites should make a return. Weapons have always been a creative staple of the DAH games after all, and with guns like “The Black Hole Gun” and “The Meteor Strike” it was hard to not get psychotic joy out of blowin' stuff up. The old goodies have to come back alongside new guns, but maybe with a few tweaks or variants.
Saucer weapons:
Gameplay: Tools and Equipment
Multiplayer
That's right guys. Think about all the potential. Fully co-op single player campaign ala Saints Row, as well as various competitive modes.
Final Thoughts
I'm secretly hoping that Nordic Games is sincerely thinking about doing a new DAH game, and I'm also excited to think about what they could do with it with an open mind and current gen hardware. What about you guys though? Would you like to see a new game, and if so what are you hoping it has compared to previous entries? Would no Pox or Crypto be a deal-breaker for you, or do you hope for cool hi-fidelity destruction like I do? What features would you like to see? Was there anything in this post I didn't mention that you were hoping to see?
Comment below and tell everyone your thoughts!
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2014.08.11 06:21 SuperDXFan619 An in-depth analysis of the Paige character and her master plan to conquer the Divas Division [Part 1]

[Sorry in advance for any typos]
So, over the course of time, I've noticed some strange character quirks out of Paige. Obviously, they're unintentional and most likely due to bad writing, but in kayfabe, these occurrences paint Paige as a complete sociopath, who is socially awkward and ultimately, a grand schemer.
I'll begin by saying that the Paige we see on television now is most likely the "real" Paige. By that I mean that whoever the "Anti-Diva" was, and that Paige we saw before AJ Lee came back are absolutely dead. Only this disingenuous Chaotic Evil woman remains.
Now, onto analysis. Will post links to all promos and such below the bullet points.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQN79IWpeG0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2HiVuxPHPQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nu5a2YH54As
[42:42] http://www.hulu.com/watch/575619
Let's recap, shall we? Paige has been wrestling for the WWE for three years now. In that time, she has learned that she can't trust anyone, and that the WWE does not judge on talent. She has had to change her looks, and her attitude to get called up to the main roster, and she is not about to let that chance pass her by.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne8SWH-Mf7c
EDIT ; PART 2 HERE: http://www.reddit.com/SquaredCircle/comments/2db7ri/an_indepth_analysis_of_the_paige_character_and/
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