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 Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 9:45 am
"This match is a Triple Threat Hardcore Match for the 1# Contender spot for the Destruction Title.
Introducing first.."
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 5:51 pm
An unfamiliar bass line begins over the arena's giant PA System, some fans know the song as Red Hot Chili Peppers- Readymade, but none know whose face is linked to this entrance song. Suddenly the camera locks in on a section of the crowd about thirty rows up where a group of fans were causing a camotion. From the crowd, stepped a man wearing red wrestling trunks, his hair was done up into a small fauxhawk. He adjusted his elbow pads as the announcer addressed who he was. He exposed a wide smile.
"Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds. From Toronto-Ontario, Canada... Scott Honeycutt!"
Being followed by a body guard, Scott made his way down the steps of the arena. Along the way he made sure to flirt with some of the female fans, giving one his phone number written down on a card. The woman tossed it, she hadn't known yet just how great this man would become. Scott shook a man's hand near the ring barrier appearing to make friends with the crowd in attendence, however he just wanted to steal his Rolex. Scott hopped over to the ringside floor, then slid into the ring coming up feet first. Scott stepped on the second rope and leaned over, raising his armin the new Scott Honeycutt Sign, a simple thumbs up. He hopped away from the ropes and strided into the center of the ring. He appeared to to have no nerves for his first match, ever. He strecthed out his arms and neck as he waited for his oppenant to enter.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 3:37 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!!
The crowd roared, for they knew who this man was,
And unlike the newcomer, they new he could put on a show.
He lifts his arm, pointing upwards as he stands triumphantly on the stage!
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 as he gets to his knee!
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 new opponent, and a known enemy...
SAINT JOEY! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 12:11 pm
((I want to start. Can we?))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 12:46 pm
"Stricken" hits the arena as Cardok comes out, walkign down the ramp slapping fives. He gets to the ring and climbs the steps. He walks in and goes to hus corner and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms. He jumps down as waits in his corner.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:36 pm
((Oh! Even better!))
As Cardok entered the ring, the referee signaled for the ring bell. Scott backed himself into the closest turnbuckle, making sure to watch both his oppenants. He pulled down on the top rope, stretching out his arms before he turned his back on the ropes and starred in the eyes of both his oppenants. Scott crouched down, trying to get a feel as to how this match was going to start off, he stepped closer to Saint Joey and reached out an arm but backed away. Honeycutt then did the same with Cardok.
The fans were beginning to get emotional in the early goings of this match! Scott stalked towards Joey once again with a grin that reached from one ear to the other, but it was just a ploy! At the last possible second, Scott spun towards Cardok trying to take him out of the ring quickly with a strong, unexpected spear! The attempt was accompanied by a strong pop for Scott no matter what the results were to be.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 8:21 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey simply stood, arms folded, wating to see what this newcomer would do. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head as he watched him attempt the spear on Cardok. The most prominant, however, was not of good praise...
'Hehe... He starts with a high pace. He'll tire before long...' ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 2:07 pm
Cardok gets speared early.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 4:30 pm
Scott stood up quickly with plenty of energy, he turned his head to Saint Joey and gave him an odd glance. Scott left Cardok on the mat as he took a few steps towards Joey, offering a lock-up when he got close enough.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 10:17 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey had his arms folded when Scott looked at him. When he offered the lock-up, he accepted, bending his knees to try and force Scott into the corner. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 11:03 am
Scott's back slammed against the padding on the turnbuckle, he quickly tried to turn this position around so the Joey would be the one against the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 8:26 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was turned into the turnbuckle. He relaxed into the corner a little, before aiming to fire a shot to Scott's head. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 12:22 pm
Cardok gets up and runs towards Scott to try to go for a runing elbow to his back.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 6:56 pm
Feeling a sudden pain in his upper back that followed a punch to his head, Scott let out a quick shout. He released Saint Joey as he flopped towards the rope. Scott walked as far away from Joey and Cardok as he could, hoping that they would leave him out of this for just long enough to recover.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 8:56 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was still stood in the corner. He would quickly push against the turnbuckle to try and launch forward to take down Cardok with a flying shoulder tackle! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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