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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 1:15 am
MITB tag challenge
Brody and Justin vs Suicide Kings
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:31 am
"Let me hear you scream!"
As Ozzy Osbourne's "Let Me Hear You Scream" started to play through the sound system, the half of the house lights changed to a deep blue, and the crowd began to cheer....
"I'm black and blue, beat up, but still I take the blows;
'Cause all I need is blood and sweat and skin and bones!
I'll take this rage, Rattle your cage,
Nobody said it's easy!
It's do or die; Only the strong survive!"
With the song playing at full force, Brody Robinson stepped out onto the stage, an all-too familiar smile stretched across his face, and anyone with half a brain could guess why. He took his place in the center of the stage, before he unclasped his hard-fought championship from his waist.
"Get ready for the last stand!
Get ready, I'm your hangman!"
He looked down at his Derific title for a moment, his smile growing ever-so-slightly as he looked over the gold. After a moment, he lifted the title to the sky, showing it off to the crowd, who responded in kind with explosive cheers. He nodded a few times as he let his arm fall and he stepped forward down the ramp. He used his free hand to slap the outstretched hands of the people in the front row as he passed.
"Let me hear you scream like you want it!
Let me hear you yell like you mean it!
If you're gonna go down:
Go loud! Go strong! Go proud! Go on!
Go hard or go home!
Let me hear you-(Let me hear you-)
Let me hear you-(Let me hear you-)
Let me hear you scream!"
"From Zanesville Ohio, weighing in at 265lbs, He is the WWFG Derific Champion, Brody Robinson!"
As he reached the ring, Brody stopped at the edge of the ringside mats, and looked up into the empty ring. He ran his head over his strategy, which was simple for a tag match, work with Justin for the win. Harder than he thought, considering the history between the two, but if they were to have a chance, than that's how it was going to happen. He turned and walked halfway around the ring, where a ring-hand met him and took the title. Turning to the ring, Brody stepped forwards, sliding in under the ropes. Pushing himself to his feet, he spun around and stood a few inches from the ropes, throwing a gloved fist into the air, grabbing one more pop from the fans. HE backed himself away from the ropes as his arm dropped and turned to the stage, waiting for someone else to show up.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 6:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:45 am
The Kings were shown in their locker room holding all of the soda machine's hostage. As they were walking around them carrying picket signs
One of the signs said "We demand better matches"
the other said "Normal matches are boring"
All the while Aerosmith's 'Dream On' was playing
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:16 pm
Brody stared at the 'tron, utterly dumbfounded by the image he was seeing. His mouth slowly formed into a confused smile, with the absurdity of the situation slowly sneaking into his head. He stepped towards the announcer, and tried to make sense of it all. When the announcer couldn't give him a straight explanation, Brody asked him for the mic, a request he obliged. Stepping backwards, Brody faced the screen again, ready to actually say something.
"You know, I'd be angry, but I just can't seem to get over the fact that these two guys were afraid enough of me an' Justin to picket the match entirely."
He stopped himself, hoping that would be enough to at least get the so-called 'Suicide Kings' attention, even if they didn't respond. Without waiting, he continued.
"Why, yes, I would like to validate that statement. Let's look at what the picket signs say, shall we? 'We demand better matches.' and 'Normal matches are boring.' Now, excluding the fact that I would pretty much go with anything as long as it turns out to be an interesting match, why wouldn't you bring something like that up to management? You know, instead of picketing and coming off, well, a little bit like assholes, by depriving these fine people of a match."
He looked around at the fans for a quick moment, they having started to agree with his position on this one. After all, no one likes paying for something that they didn't get.
"So, if the only reason your not showing up to this one is to be cartoon-ishly evil, your both much dumber than I woulda thought. But considering I like giving people a bit of leeway in opinions, I'll go ahead and say your just scared of me. Now, that's one of the dumbest things I've ever thought of. I'm about as frightening or intimidating as a friggen' Teddy Bear. And that just gets more hilarious as you think about it."
He rubbed his chin for a moment, letting the fact that he just insulted himself in front of thousands of people sink in for everyone involved.
"If you guys wanna be known as afraid of a guy who is genuinely comparable to a stuffed toy, go with it. But if you want a salvaged reputation, you might want to make your way to the match now."
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:08 pm
(Brody and Justin Win via Count out.)
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