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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:19 pm
[ The following is a Street Fight scheduled for one fall and it is for the FFA UNITED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first... ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:37 am
[I WISH I HAD AN ANGEL]
[FOR ONE MOMENT OF LOVE]
[I WISH I HAD YOUR ANGEL]
[TONIGHT]
"I Wish I Had An Angel" by Nightwish began to play across the arena, and as the beat kicked in "The Punk" Matt Shanahan and Saint Joey came out. Matt was riding a motorcycle, and Joey was sitting on the back. They parked on the ramp for a brief second, Matt holding his wooden baseball bat up with both hands supporting an end, while Joey held his staff straight up, combining the two to make a cross shape.
"Making their way to the ring, hailing from The Promised Lands, at a combined weight of 575 pounds... Matt Shanahan, Saint Joey, Theeeee SAINTS!"
Matt revved the motorcycle as Joey fluttered his cape over to his sides. Joey raised both his arms, his staff held firmly in his right, as smoke began to seemingly pour out of his back! A couple of metal pipes came from behind him, and he floated quickly up into the air! He was wearing a jetpack!
Shanahan revved the bike a couple more times before a burst of flame came from behind the engine, and he launched forward at monumental speed! A ramp had been set up, and when Matt went over it on his bike, he leapt over the ring, turning sidewards as he landed and skidding, stopping just a few inches short of the announce table! With a grimace, he spat on the announcers, stopping his bike before leaving it and climbing the nearby steel steps, and climbing the turnbuckle. Joey slowly jetted down to the adjacent corner, his jetpack falling off his back as he landed. Both men sat on the corners with their arms stretched wide, looking upwards, before jumping down to the ring in unison.
Matt took off his shades, giving the camera a wink, and threw them casually to a ringside crew member. Joey took off his mask and coat, and handed them (along with his staff) to the crew. The both stood, leaning on the ropes, facing the entrance ramp, with cocky grins, waiting for the sinners to enter...
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:47 am
A small tone interrupted "I wish I had an Angel", the lights in the arena going completely out. Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of usThe crowd had a buzz, looking down the aisle to see the straight-edged superstar coming down the ramp. As Miseria Cantera played out, they looked and saw no one coming, maybe this was just a trick on someone's part? Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame... IncinerateA spotlight came on now at the top of the ramp and they saw someone step out, wearing a black hoodie and yellow shorts. A small glimpse could be seen of the man's arms, which appeared to be heavily taped. He looked up, bringing his hands below his chin in a cross black "X"s on the back of his hands. CM Punk was looking dead in the ring, at Saint Joey and Matt Shanahan. He had the FFA Tag title around his waist, and after standing there, another man came from out behind Punk, wearing similar tights and a black hoodie. He too had his arms taped up and one of the tag titles around his waist. Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame
As we all form one dark flame
As we all...Punk looked at the two men in the ring for at least twenty, maybe thirty seconds, the man behind him . They had a look of utter disdain on their faces. Now that Punk and Stone had started walking towards the ring, the fans got a chance to see who the partner was. He wasn't very recognizable to the fans of FFA, but he was no rookie. Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one, one of usThe lights came back on now, music dying out, the crowd, whether they hated or loved Punk, grew silent in anticipation for the match and the revealing of his partner. The announcer cleared his throat before speaking. "And the champions, first hailing from Chicago Illinois...weighing in at two-hundred and twenty seven pounds....he is CM Puuuuuunk!" The crowd cheered and boo'ed, Punk was always on the fence with these crowds. "And his partner....from Ottawa, Ontario Canada....weighing in at two-hundred and seven pounds....Matt Stone!" The announcer finished as Punk and Stone talked in the corner, taking off the titles and handing them to the referee. Punk would get out of the ring to allow Stone to start the match who immediately walked to the center of the ring, hands at the ready for the opening bell.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:51 am
Joey turned to Matt and nodded. Matt was already on the apron, virtually knowing that Joey would want to start this match off. He walked towards the centre of the ring, and waited for an opponent to do the same.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:16 am
The bell sounded and the street fight was underway. Stone and Joey would be the participates in the opening and Stone wasted no time going for a collar and elbow tie-up on the bigger man.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:29 am
Joey was forced into the tie-up, pushing as hard as he could to balance the force of Stone pushing him backwards. He would try to go behind Stone, hoping to cinch in a wrist lock.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:32 am
Stone's arm was grabbed and he was put in the wrist lock. He slapped his chest out of frustration and tried to drop down quickly to his knees looming to flip Joey over him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:45 am
Joey was flipped with over Stone! Sliding along the floor, he would quickly get back to his feet, hoping he could catch one of Matt's arms with an arm drag in retaliation.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:50 am
Matt's arm was grabbed and he was flipped back over on his back, slamming the mat out of frustration with his free hand.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:53 am
If and when Matt stood back up, Joey would attempt a quick dropkick to his chest, to try and wear him down even further.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:53 am
Stone was kicked in the chest and stumbled backwards falling down on the mat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:56 am
Joey quickly got back to his feet after the dropkick landing. He would roll Stone onto his back and go for a quick pin-fall.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:58 am
Matt's shoulders were only down for a one count as his right shoulder shot up quickly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 10:01 am
Joey was annoyed that Stone had the willpower to continue fighting. After being pushed to his knees from the momentum of the kick-out, he would quickly try to lock his arms around Matt's head, in a mixed martial arts clinch, and would aim a swift lateral elbow to his temple for maximum impact.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 10:04 am
Matt was trying to keep his arms from being locked as best he could.
Punk would come in and aim a swift kick at Joey's head, seeing just about enough of this surge Joey had going on.
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