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Eddie Kingston becomes CHIKARA's first ever Radioactive champion, seen here hoisting the highly toxic title belt.
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chikaraspecial reblogged
The adversary’s looming close. And as the chaos grows, the fight must go on.
UltraMantis Black blog, 4.17.2013
4/17/2013: Up until CHIKARA's recent event "The Shoulder of Pallas" at the WrestlingConvocation, I paid very little attention to this group calling itself The Colony: Xtreme Force. Quite frankly, they had always appeared to me to be little more than mere products of a corporate marketing scheme - disposable commodities. They emerged in CHIKARA with their own agenda to be sure, but one that had nothing to do with my Spectral Envoy.
All of that changed in Secaucus when I, against my better judgement, allowed Frightmare to involve himself in this all-ant war by participating in a wrestling contest with both The Colony and The Colony: Xtreme Force. Mid-match, this so-called Xtreme Force took it upon themselves to blatantly remove the mask of Frightmare with malice and without provocation. Outrage! An unforgivable transgression has been perpetrated! Clearly these peons are willfully ignorant to the gospel truth that those who cross one of us, cross us all.
Xtreme Force - you have made yourself one very angry and powerful enemy in the Great & Devious UltraMantis Black. Your manufactured image and personas are destined to be short-lived - by encroaching on the dominion of The Envoy you have only expedited your own destruction. We will make you outmoded and obsolete.
Prepare to disappear. UMB
Event Center (4.11.2013) ft. words from Eddie Kingston, 3.0, and clips from WrestleCon.
The Gentleman's Club Episode 13 ft. Chuck Taylor, Scott "Jagged" Parker, Icarus, Colin Delaney, Adam Cole, Roderick Strong, The Swamp Monster, The Young Bucks, Doctor Colonel Nolan Angus, and Uhaa Nation.
Eddie Kingston shares his thoughts leading into Wrestlecon.
The Shard blog, 4.4.2013
4/4/2013: On April 6th in Secaucus, Jigsaw and I will end this little game you are playing, Mike Quackenbush. It dosen't matter what tag team partner you bring. You have already tried bringing some of the best CHIKARA has to offer, recruiting members of The Colony and The Spectral Envoy - teams that have won King of Trios and stand among the very best professional wrestling has to offer. And you know what? We beat them the same as we beat you.
With every single match, Jigsaw and I, the dream team of 2013, get stronger, get faster, get better. So if you're thinking of rummaging around in your past to dig up some old has-been to team with you, don't even bother trying to shake off the ring rust. You might as well just forfeit the match.
It hasn't even been 3 weeks since your latest surgery. Something tells me you aren't going to be very "Lightning" come this Saturday. You ended the career of 17 by dragging him up off the mat and using all your Quackendrivers one after the other. How are you going to use those moves with your back torn to shreds?
If you think the pain you faced on that surgeon's table was bad, just wait until Jigsaw and I have you in our crosshairs. When I think back to that day in Indianapolis...it would be fitting if I was the one to now end your career, Mike. And you've sure painted a big, giant bullseye on your back for us to hit. And kick. And stomp. And rip.
And when wrestling's dream team is all done with you, then you can have some Japanese broad or British senior citizen sweep you up and toss you out with the rest of the trash. Well, whatever is left of you.
THE SHARD
Event Center (4.4.2013) ft. The Spectral Envoy (UltraMantis Black & Hallowicked) and Jigsaw.
Amasis blog, 4.3.2013
4/3/2013: The glory days of The Osirian Portal feel like a passing dream. The days when you and I were rockin' in the clubs of Germany, eating strange sea creatures in the restaurants of Japan, and sitting at the top of the CHIKARA pyramid as the Campeones de Parejas are all but a haze in my mind now. It's all because of what you did to me, Ophidian. We were brothers. Blood! We were in this together 'til the end. Not a single soul knows me better than you do. I never thought things would turn out this way. Under the direction of the deity Osiris, you single-handedly did this to us. You brought everything to an end.
In the eyes of his people, a Pharaoh is a God amongst men. A mighty warrior and ruler is given his chance to walk with the deities in the afterlife, if he has fulfilled his duties while alive. The accident that sent me into retirement was unfortunate, but I accepted my fate. I accepted that the deities decided I no longer needed to prove myself in battle. It was time for me to pass the proverbial funk to you. I would have watched you succeed from the throne of the deities in the afterlife.
Instead of an ending befitting of the Pharaoh of Funk, I was massacred in front of thousands at "High Noon." Because a deity ordered me dead, I wasn't allowed passage to the afterlife. The deities wouldn't accept me as one of their own. Shunned by the gods, my soulless corpse wandered the Sand Seas of Egypt without a purpose. I marched with undead warriors for what felt like an eternity. Until one day, a sand storm swept across the sea. Whisked away by the ferocious wind, I spun in directions I didn't know possible. It took me to a place I thought I'd never see...
The Throne of the Deities was magnificent. I could spend a millennia talking about its beauty...I digress. I stood before the deities as if I was one of them; Anubis, Wadjet, Horus, Tefnut, and Sekhmet all towered over me. They brought me before them to give me a new purpose. Because of the manner in which I was eliminated, they couldn't give me a seat in their chambers. Despite how much I wanted this, what they could do for me was even better. They offered me a chance at redemption. A chance to get my hands on the devious and destructive serpent that did this to me.
Sekhmet, the goddess of healing and war, made me a Madjai. She told me I was to be "The Madjai of the Deities." She healed my body, cleansed my mind, and trained me in forgotten forms of Egyptian combat. Upon completion, I was released back into the world. There was only one catch... I had to wait for your transformation to be complete. Until you released my soul, I had to wait in the shadows. I had an army waiting on the sidelines. They kept me alive and made sure you didn't forget about me, Ophidian.
War has been declared by the Deities. As we speak, Sekhmet and Wadjet move their armies into Duat to battle Osiris. I've been given the task to eliminate the most powerful warrior Osiris has ever created...You. Ophidian, you claim to no longer be Egyptian. You claim to no longer march under Osiris. That matters not to me, nor anyone else in this world. We all know where you came from and what you did to get there. It's time for "The Madjai of the Deities" and The Pharaoh's Army to exact revenge on you! Then, and only then, may I search for a way to claim my rightful spot amongst the deities.
AMASIS
Wrestlecon weekend is too big for Justin and Kevin to strictly stick to CHIKARA. Although they do run down the “Shoulder of Pallas” card in excruciating detail, they invited the Wrestling Observer’s Alan4L to join them to talk that show, as well as Dragon Gate USA’s “Open the Ultimate Gate 2013″ and “Mercury Rising 2013″ shows, and WrestleMania 29 itself. For two hours these guys praise, condemn, and pontificate on everything contained in these shows. Which matches have potential to steal the weekend? How good of a job have these company’s done in building these cards? What are they most looking forward to? These are the questions you will find answers to, and many more, in this giant sized preview for Wrestlecon.
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UltraMantis Black and Blind Rage are the final team in the 4 Corner Elimination Tag match at "The Shoulder of Pallas" on April 6th at Wrestlecon!
The Batiri (Obariyon & Kodama) join the 4-Corner Elimination Tag Team Match at "The Shoulder of Pallas."
With El Generico permanently back in his homeland of Tijuana, Mexico to tend to orphans, BooyAkuma was a lman short when it came to finding preparing for a Full Confrontation Atomicos match to take on F.I.S.T. Jagged got a little inspiration when Icarus admitted in a recent blog that Marty Jannetty has always been one of idols. Due to a little help from his new buddy Rick Martel, Jannetty agreed to fill Generico's massive shoes for this occasion. Of course, BooyAkuma has had years of history with F.I.S.T., but the one thing we don't know is just how Icarus is going to respond if he's face to face with his idol in the ring. Will F.I.S.T. somehow be able to cooperate and get themselves back on the winning track, or will this be another chance for BooyAkuma to shine?
Scott "Jagged" Parker blog, 3.27.2013
3/27/2013: I woke up this morning in an absolutely fantastic mood. It was something like a dream so I feel a little compelled to tell all of you the story. So, tighten up your chin straps 'cause I’m about to take you on a journey.
The sun was shining. The indigenous birds were chirping away and singing their songs of love...or hunger. I haven’t been able to define which is which yet. It was probably hunger. A light breeze coming through the open widow delivered the most beautiful assortment of aromas imaginable. It was as if the smells of the ocean, the flowers, suntan lotion, sweet desserts and succulent meals all curled up together in harmony like a great symphony orchestra would, to deliver a direct blow to your nasal cavity. I rolled over in bed to gaze upon the beauty that lay beside me. She looked as if she had seen many long nights before. The scars of war that marked her body were subtle, yet visible. Despite the signs of wear and tear she was still breathtakingly beautiful. The sun reflected off of her form. Almost as if she was shining. She smelled of sweat and baby oil. As I looked down at her I realized that I had never seen her more comfortable than she looked right then and there. She was home. I was overcome by emotion so I scooped her up in my arms stepped out onto my balcony, held that beauty over my head and screamed at the top of my lungs “WELCOME BACK TO THE PROMISED LAND!!!!!! BOOYA!!!!!”
That’s when I really woke up to my phone ringing.
WrestleCon is fast approaching. I’m getting pretty amped up about it. And, I mean why wouldn’t I? We haven’t seen a celebration of professional wrestling like this since...well, since National Pro Wrestling Day which is now available over at SmartMarkVideo.com!!!
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I grabbed my phone, the screen read “The Model Calling” I picked up and on the other end of the line was my good friend, Rick Martel. He wanted to congratulate us on the big title win and tell me how proud he was. It was quite touching. I thanked him for the advice he bestowed on us, letting him know that we couldn’t have pulled it off without the tidbits of wisdom that he shared with us. We got to talking and I let him know that Wink Vavasseur had informed us that at WrestleCon Shane and I would, once again, find ourselves across the ring from F.I.S.T. in an 8-man tag match. This obviously led me to assume that the super trio of BooyAkuma! would be back in action...but without our buddy El Generico around to answer the call, I got to thinking about a fourth man...
I explained my worries to Martel. I explained to him that we’ve faced F.I.S.T. on many different occasions. I explained that I feel like I know everything there is to know about F.I.S.T. I know that any combination of them makes for a dangerous team. I know that every time we step in the ring with them it can go either way. I know that Johnny Gargano and Chuck Taylor beat us for the Campeonatos last time around. I know that Sugar and Icarus are somehow managing to co-exist and gain success with Icarus taking tag team strategies from a man he idolizes in Marty Janetty. I know, from experience, that F.I.S.T. truly is CHIKARA’s deadliest group.
Rick was silent for a while. I could tell he was thinking about something. He asked me, “What was the last thing you said?”
“F.I.S.T. truly is CHIKARA’s deadliest group.”
“No, no, no! Before that!”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. “What? About Icarus idolizing Marty Jannetty?”
”Yes!!! Exactly! I’ll call you back. Booya!” Then he hung up on me.
I’ll admit, at first I was a little offput my the fact that Martel not only stole my catchphrase but he also hung up on me.
A few minutes later my phone rang. The call display read “Unknown”. I answered.
”Jag-Man, It’s Marty. The Model told me you're looking for a partner...”
Hey Icarus, I guess you’ll have your chance to impress your idol on April 6th.
Booya! SJP
The Devastation Corporation (Max Smashmaster & Blaster McMassive) join the 4-Corner Elimination Tag Team Match at "The Shoulder of Pallas" on April 6th in Secaucus, NJ.