The Return of Two Legends!! (Battle Royal Night)

[Falco Fusion]

As a notice to everyone who has read my first RP, there is a second RP added down below, and there will be a third one coming that is gong to be on the PPV night... as Brandon Ripley is coming down to the ring to start the event. Let's just say he found a way to sell Brandon Ripley products, even though he no longer wrestles. This RP will also be written somewhere in this post. This will only leave the match write out, which will only be seen by me and Ritter before the PPV.
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As we start the night, Mr. Riddle and Rasputin Riddle stand in the center on the ring.

Mr. Riddle: So tonight is the night where we find the winner of this tournament. Tonight is the night of the battle royal. We know that anyone can win this match tonight...

Mr. Riddle looks at Rasputin and smiles.


Mr. Riddle: But I think we know who is going to win tonight.

Right on cue, the lights turn off. Fog fills up the arena as a man in the shadows makes his way to the ring.

Rasputin Riddle: How dare you interrupt Mr. Riddle?

Mr. Riddle: Not now Razz. This is a very special exception. Turn on the lights.

When the lights you can see that Brandon Ripley is in the ring with Mr. Riddle. The crowd starts cheering "Ripper!! Ripper!!"

Brandon Ripley: It's glad to know that you guys still remember me. But I came out here to say that I finally broke up the Extreme Regime!

Mr. Riddle: You're going to take credit for something I did? How dare you!

Brandon Ripley: Yeah I will be taking credit for that. You see, the night they broke up, the event started on December 10th. If you were watching your clocks, the event went a little long, and the Extreme Regime broke up on 12:02 AM on December 11th... which was my 25th birthday.

Mr. Riddle: And that means...?

Brandon Ripley: This means I had a birthday wish. Make a wild guess what I wished for... yeah that's right. I wished for the breakup of the Extreme Regime.

Rasputin Riddle: Ok fine, whatever. Leave the ring.

Mr. Riddle: No RAZZ!! He has more to say.

Brandon Ripley: You know me well Di-

Mr. Riddle: That's Mr. Riddle to you. I'm still your boss Mr. Executive Promoter.

Brandon Ripley: Fine, fine. Anyway it's awkward that you would make a battle royal to end this tournament. After all, the last battle royal you were in with me, I think that I eliminated you. It's too bad I can't get in the ring with you anymore.

Mr. Riddle: And why would that be? The job too tough for you to do?

Brandon Ripley: Oh not at all. I also beat you in a tag match with Alexander Ritter facing off against you and Lance Jade, you know, the boy that Rasputin so calls the new #1 contender.

Mr. Riddle: So what's stopping you now? A contract?

Brandon rips off his shirt and jacket.

Brandon Ripley: This left arm! You really haven't been around lately have you? The Regime ended my career.

Mr. Riddle looks up and thinks...

Mr. Riddle: How about this for an idea. I don't care about your left arm. I want a piece of you, one on one, for the first time ever, and the only time ever. And I will allow you to have full use of your arm during the match. how about that?

Brandon Ripley: You just signed your death note. But you know what? Let's make it a bit fair for you. How about we make it a hardcore match?

Mr. Riddle: No, that's not good enough. Wait, I have it! Audience Brings the Weapons!!

Brandon Ripley: Huh?

Mr. Riddle: Yeah, it will be a falls count anywhere match, and the only weapons that are legal are the weapons we get from the fans. We can only get DQ'ed if we pick up a random weapon and we use it, and if anyone interferes in the match, they are immediately fired on the spot!

Brandon Ripley: It's your grave you're digging Riddle. You're on!! Hey Rasputin, come here.

Brandon Ripley kisses Rasputin.

Rasputin Riddle: Dude, are you gay... or... sum... thin...

Rasputin falls to the ground.

Brandon Ripley: Remember, that could be you...

Brandon punches Mr. Riddle!!

Brandon Ripley: Or I could always make everyone remember who the guy was who taught Henry Fusion the Savage Strike...

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Everyone check this post weekly or so, as all of the Riddle - Ripley RP's I will be making will be going straight into this post only.

[Rod Lightning]

Sweet, go final salute!

[lancetheflamesnipe]

This'll be intersting.

[Machine]

very good RP. I can't wait to see whee this goes.

[Falco Fusion]

Ok this RP is supposed to be on the event right before the PPV. I don't care if it's a Thursday or Monday, it's still huge news.
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Backstage, Rasputin Riddle is knocking on the locker room door. He goes right up to Falco Fusion and Brandon Ripley.

Brandon Ripley: Yeah?

Rasputin Riddle: Regarding your match on our next show, there is no referee that will take this match. It is after all expected to be my a long shot the most brutal match in MWA history. That does include your Extreme Warfare match you were in when you belonged to the Regime.

Brandon Ripley: Yeah?

Rasputin Riddle: This doesn't shock you?

Brandon Ripley: I think we should tell him Henry.

Falco Fusion: He has to learn eventually. Tell him Brandon.

Brandon hands him the MWA Rule Book, opened to page 178.

Brandon Ripley: Let me sum that up for you. It basically says that whoever is the least experienced active referee must immediately take the job, or be removed from the MWA.

Rasputin Riddle: So it does. But who would that be?

Brandon Ripley: Well that would be me. I only have one match experience, and I my license is still good for another 10 months. We know that I can't do the job.

Rasputin Riddle: And this helps us why?

Brandon Ripley: There is a second referee that has only refereed one match. He must be the guy to do the job.

Rasputin Riddle: So who is it already?

Falco Fusion: We don't tell. We show. Follow us.

The trio start walking down the hallway. They get to the door and knock.

?: Come on in.

Rasputin Riddle: How sure are you he will take this match? He could always be removed from the MWA forever.

Brandon Ripley opens up the door.

Brandon Ripley: Because if he doesn't take the job, he will lose his half of the MWA to the other 50% owner. Isn't that right...

J. J. Hunter?

J. J. Hunter: WHAT!?

Rasputin Riddle: Well it seems like due to the MWA Hand Book that you and Charlotte about a year ago that if no referee chooses to watch over a match that the least experienced one must take the job, and people who are already involved in the match are excluded from this rule.

Falco Fusion: The first ref was supposed to be Brandon, but as he's half of the match, he can't do it. But as you still have a certified referee license, it's your job to do this match.

Brandon Ripley: So congrats J. J., you're the special guest referee between me and Mr. Riddle. Not only do you have to ref a match between the two people you hate most, but if you make a bad call, we'll be on your case all night long. And if you don't take the match, Mr. Riddle becomes 100% owner of the MWA because of your improper wording in the handbook.

J. J. Hunter: ...damn it. You have me. I will be the ref for this match. But as of right now, that rule will is now in the process of being rewritten to state that you only get a one week ban from the MWA.

Brandon Ripley: Fine with me, just be here for my match.

Brandon and Falco leave the office.

Rasputin Riddle: Maybe next time, you shouldn't try to screw everybody over. Who knows, maybe you could still be 51% owner, or even better, full owner. You did drive Charlotte out of the MWA, and most likely if you were for the fans, you wouldn't have had money problems. I hate to say it, but for once Brandon was right. He did have to save the MWA, but once he failed, Mr. Riddle came back into the picture, and better yet, you have a second Riddle to worry about. Have fun thinking about your consequences.

J. J. Hunter: You know what? For once you might have something there. Let's do something that no one in the world would ever expect. This legendary encounter could be the final match on the card, and would never disappoint anyone, but I'm going to do better. This match will START Winter War instead of ending it. That way when the match is over, I still have partial control over the rest of the night, and won't have to be concerned over a match later on.

Rasputin Riddle: Actually that's fine with me. I'm going to allow you to do that.

J. J. Hunter: Allow? I do what I want!

Rasputin Riddle: Pretty much, yeah you can. But I'm allowing it because who knows, maybe trying to break up this brawl, you'll get into some sort of "accident" and with you and Mr. Riddle in the hospital for the rest of the night, I will have full control over the rest of the Pay Per View. Either way, me and Mr. Riddle win. Have a good night. Oh, and get some sleep. You'll need it.