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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 6:19 am
 "This will be a Hardcore Match and introducing first.."
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 4:17 pm
Take a look at me now, I'm from the gutta but I made it, I made it to the top of the world,
Nothin holdin me down, I told them haters I would make it, I made it to the top of the world
Ace Hood's Top of the World starts to play as lights flash everywhere of the colors green, blue, red, and purple. "The Fitness Guru" Mitchell Gray walks out with two objects, on of which he is kicking down, an exercise ball and a dumbbell. He starts to walk down slowly and stared into eyes of the fans viciously saying, "Fatty. Fatty." He then rolls his tools into the ring and stretches and does a backflip. The music starts to fade and Mitchell gets the dumbbell and ball ready for Andrew not having to much experience in hardcore matches.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:52 pm
 The lights slowly go out in a furious flicker leaving the crowd in an uproar of shouts and shrills. In a violent world where deceptions free
Things I can’t control taking over me
Did they try to take my identity
So what the heck have they done to meCold's 'With My Mind' plays throughout the arena as a strobe light lights up the stage and entrance ramp. A huge wall of smoke poured in front of the passage where the superstars entered the arena... I will take your thoughts away
And I’ll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind, with my mind
Andrew Matthews stormed out of the smoke in a fluid motion, steel chair in one hand, bag of thumbtacks and Singapore cane in the other. He slowly walked down the ramp, not pausing to stare at the fans... This life for me changes everyday
I will stand up tall
I won’t be betrayed
If you play with fire, I’ll control the flame
I’ll do anything to make you believe
I will take your thoughts away
And I’ll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind, with my mind He stopped at the end of the ramp to stare through the flashing lights and pitch black darkness at his opponent. He set the thumbtacks on the edge of the canvas, along with the cane, and threw the steel chair into the ring. He pulled off his torn/tattered blue jean vest and dropped it on the floor...
aaaaahhhhhhh...
aaaaahhhhhhh...
I will take your thoughts away
And I’ll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind, with my mindHe grunted once, looking down and adjusting the bandages that wrapped around his waist and upper arms, injuries from Hangman's Horror. He adjusted his wrist tape and slid into the ring, ready to face Mitchell... I'll take all your thoughts away
And I'll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind, with my mindHe cocked his head as his music died down, the lights came back on, and the crow let loose a roar of boo's. "....."
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 4:58 pm
To start the match Mitchell dropped his dumbbell, Mitchell thought he would throw his ball hoping Andrew would at the very least catch it, if this was to happen, Mitchell would try to dropkick the ball.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 5:20 pm
Andrew saw Mitchell throw the medicine ball. He quickly side-stepped, barely avoiding the heavy object. He was too busy avoiding the ball to see his opponent's next move.
Mitchell's feet met the front of Andrews chest in a loud 'Thwak' as Andrew was slung backwards from a vicious dropkick. His back hit the mat and he quickly rolled out of the ring onto his feet. He hissed, turning to glare at Mitchell in the ring...
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 6:17 am
Mitchell glared right back at Andrew, he was not about to be intimidated by Andrew. He would run to the opposite ropes and bounce back hoping to hit a baseball slide.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 5:40 pm
Andrew pulled a move from Finlay's playbook. He grabbed the tarp and pulled it out, hoping to trap the opponent between the tarp and the ring. If successful, he would batter the poor male with several vicious forearm shots.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:01 am
Mitchell was caught in the trap! He struggled to get out but to no avail. Then He looks at Andrew only to see a series of his forearms come crashing upon his face.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 1:16 pm
Andrew battered Mitchell, trapping him between the tarp which hid the underside of the ring and the ring itself! He took a quick break and pulled the tarp back, hoping to let Mitchell drop a bit, at least to his knees so Andrew could reach under and drag him out by his hair...
If so, he would release the tarp and sling him into the guard rail shoulder first.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 5:15 pm
Mitchell would be smashed into guard rail. Holding his shoulders he felt his hair being pulled. As he was being lifted, he would try for a low blow onto Andrew hoping afterwards to get some seperation.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 5:34 pm
Andrew went to pick up Mitchell, only to be nailed with a low-blow.
He reluctantly let go of Mitchell, staggering back and placing a hand on the stairs, bent over trying to gather his composure.
Andrew shouldn't have been surprised...Although he did have one heck of a bicep!
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 6:06 pm
Mitchell didn't keep an eye off Andrew. He'd jog up the stairs to the apron waiting for Andrew to get up. When he did, Mitchell would try to go for a dropkick off the apron.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 6:09 pm
Andrew was too busy trying to gain his composure, forgetting his own cardinal rule...
He was still somewhat a rookie, so there was still time for improvement. But no time for that, the dropkick connected and he went tumbling back on the padded floor, coming to rest flat on his stomach.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 6:21 pm
Mitchell's dropkick was successful but he landed on his shoulder that was hurt earlier. He laid on his back holding the shoulder taking deep breathes trying to focus the pain away which had no effect.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 6:25 pm
Andrew slowly got to his feet, using the apron for leverage. He shook the cobwebs out of his mind and glared at the hurt Mitchell.
He saw that the shoulder was hurt, so he'd just go with that. He dropped down to all fours like a spider, switching to hands and knees as he waited for the 'Fitness Guru' to stand...
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