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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:04 pm
This match is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first...
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 5:39 pm
. . .
HEY !!
[ from st. louis, missouri, weighing in at 254 lbs . . RANDY . . ORTON!! ]
HEY !!
.: In a less-than-stellar mood from the disappointing turnout at Wrestlefest, the Randy Orton that Saint Joey was being put against tonight was a Randy Orton at his most dangerous point. Orton was motivated and intensely frustrated. This was the sort of Orton that was driven to injure people. The sort of Orton that was driven to make himself be known. He was not going to settle for anything less than a victory tonight. Sauntering out onto the stage, Randy raised his arms in that signature pose of his, letting the golden sparks rain down about him, the arena bathed in golden light! :.
.: Annoyed and extra irritable, Orton let the booing and jeers roll off his back and cascade over deaf ears. An emotionless facial expression remained emotionless, and all he could think about as he approached the ring was how he could get his point across at the expense of Saint Joey tonight. Heading up the steel steps at a corner of the ring, he'd duck in beneath the bottom rope and over the middle rope. Walking across the canvas to a corner, Randy pulled himself up onto the second level and struck that pose. Though he may not have the Caged Title around his waist, he still wanted to stick it to the fans out there. They were regular people, while he .. was a Legend Killer. Dropping down, Orton moved over to the opposite corner and greeted that side of the audience in a similar fashion. :.
.: Mercy Drive's Burn in My Light died down and the lights returned to normal as Orton stepped back in his corner, awaiting the entrance of his opponent tonight. :.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 9:07 am
The heretic is always better dead... Saint Jimmy by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro goes off, and Saint Joey leaps onto the ramp!!
He lifts his arm, pointing upwards as he stands triumphantly on the stage!
"Introducing to you, from the UK, he is your Hardcore Champion... Saint Joey!!"
My name is Joey and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
and I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal...
Joey runs to the ring, sliding in...
He slides to the centre of the ring, winking at a crowd member!
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a b***h and edger allen poe
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal...
He stands, climbing the turnbuckle and working the crowd!
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
He jumps down from the corner... taunting again for the crowd!
I'll give you something to cry about...
He waits for the opponent...
SAINT JOEY! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 9:47 am
.: Orton stood back in the darkness of Joey's entrance until the lights cleared up. Staring at Saint Joey through cold, uncaring eyes, the bell would ring to start up the match. Shaking out his hands just a bit, Randy began to circle with Joey in a counterclockwise fashion in the ring .. before stepping forward to try and initiate the collar and elbow tie up. :.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 1:18 pm
The heretic is always better dead... ((I'll apologize in advance. My activity is likely to be at an all-time low for a while. I should be able to make 1 post a day though.))
Joey handed the Hardcore Title over to the crew at ringside before the bell rang. As Orton moved forward to initiate the tie-up, Joey tried to twist around the back of him, attempt one clubbing blow, and try to lift him for a wrestling-style takedown. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:04 pm
( Hope everything's alright man. )
.: Clubbed in the back, it opened up Randy's defenses as he was lifted into the air and dropped onto his front with that amateur takedown! Hands pressed against the canvas, Orton would now try and shift his lower body and legs around so that he could get to a sit on the canvas. If successful, Randy would try and switch over to wrap his left arm around Joey's neck to try and ground him with a front chancery.
... And since he was Randy Orton, that front chancery would also come with attempts to beat the crap out of him with forearms to the back of the shoulders from his free arm! :.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 9:52 am
The heretic is always better dead... ((There's no major issues, just LOADS of schoolwork razz ))
Joey was caught in the hold, and was hit hard in the back as he tried to get to a kneeling position. From there he would try to fire a few swinging shot around Orton's side. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 10:38 am
.: Looks like things were getting fired up between the two, as Joey began swinging back at Orton's side! Wincing, Orton took a few shots and decided to back up just a bit. Pending that Joey stood up once more, Randy would quickly move back in to cut off his momentum by attempting a hard knee to Joey's midsection. If successful, Randy would grab onto the back of his head and waist, attempting to just toss him out of the ring through the ropes! :.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:32 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey began to stand as the holds were released. He began to regain his composure as he stood, only to be met with a knee to the gut! He leaned forward, positioning one arm over his stomach as the pain set in. It was at this moment that Orton went to throw him out the ring! It would have succeeded, had Joey not used one arm to curve around the rope below him as he fell. He landed on his side just on the apron, one hand still on the middle rope, as he began to shift himself back into the ring... ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:52 am
.: Randy, who was feeling especially vicious today, saw Joey moving back in over the middle rope. It seemed to be a perfect set-up as he came forward to wrap his left arm around Joey's neck in a front facelock. If successful, he'd take a few steps back to leave Joey's legs perched on the second rope and attempt to fall back and drill Joey's head against the canvas with a concussive, elevated DDT! :.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:49 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was indeed caught when entering through the middle rope. His face was clamped in the front facelock, and his chances were looking slim. At the last second, Joey tried to press one foot against the rope, leaving one over, and he would try to push Orton away using his leg strength and the corresponding arm, using the other arm to steady himself while he was in the position over the ground. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 7:30 pm
.: Foiled in his attempt for the DDT, Orton would be forced back a few steps from the shove, sneering momentarily. As Joey would regain his footing in the ring though, Orton would attempt to take him down to the canvas with one of the greater looking standing dropkicks in the business! If successful, Orton would try to apply the lateral press for a cover! :.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 11:26 pm
[ Autohit ]
.: 1 ... 2 ...! :.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:59 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey managed to get his shoulder up at the count of two. Groggy from that fierce dropkick, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned on his elbow. He tried to regain a little momentum by turning and throwing a punch in Orton's direction. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 9:24 am
.: The cover broken at two, Orton looked over to the referee for a second until that punch would catch him on the side of the head. More irritated than in pain, Randy glared over at Joey, before returning back to a stand quickly, looking to measure a hard stomp into the forehead of the Saint! And in typical Orton fashion, pulled from the playbook of Ron Garvin, Randy would now attempt to make his round about Saint Joey's body, trying to nail stomps on the right shoulder, right arm, right knee, right leg, left leg, left arm, left shoulder, and finally one more aimed at the skull. Sneering and vicious, Randy wanted his momentum to continue on .. to possibly dissect his opponent before putting him to rest. :.
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