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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:42 am
Main Event.
Steel Cage Match.
Good Luck.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 10:29 am
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike C (hey girl, hey girl)
Peso...  The old school hip hop classic, Rockin It, by the one hit wonders, Fearless Four begins playing! While a good tuner and popular enough in some obscure circles, fans wondered what it was doing here... That is, until Freakshow comes bursting through the curtains.. And it was quite a sight to behold. Shutter shades, a doo-rag tightly wrapped on his head. Attire not unusual to see on a young African-American. He was clad in an ugly looking long fury red jacket, pimp-like in aesthetic. Also notable, were the two items in each hand, a bottle of some kind of purple substance, and a large boom box in the other. The fans got the message, and reacted accordingly, with heavy boo's. A big, stupid, slimey grin on his face, he starts strutting down the ring ramp, or maybe pimp walking.. Either way, it was all together offensive. Every now and then, he'd stop to take a drink of the purple beverage. Once he got to ringside, and stopped near the ring steps, and set his boombox down on the first step. Before starting up, he retrieves a microphone from a stage hand. He then shuffles up the steps, through the cage door. Once through, he spins around, arms out, in the vein of the late Randy Savage, this didn't change the reaction to the, for whatever reason, more urban Freakshow. He backs into the corner of the ring, bottle still in his hand. microphone replacing the boom box now. But he'd wait till Justin was in the ring before he explained his behavior.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:32 am
"It's time to AMAZE!A loud voice sounded in the GPIW arena! A voice not yet heard before in GPIW, but a voice that was indeed memorable! After competing in many feds, it was starting to become clear to nearly everyone in the arena that The Amazing One was in the building! You're unbelievable - ble - ble - ble - ble
ble - ble - ble - ble
ble - ble - ble - ble"Now that's AMAZING! As Unbelievable by Thousand Foot Krutch began to blast throughout the GPIW arena, a voice could be heard during the guitar rifts(at about 0:18 into the song)! The same voice as the first one! People suddenly began to cheer! Justin Amaze then came walking out onto the stage, greeted by an arena of grateful fans! Stopping at the start of the ramp, Justin looked over to some stage crew and held out his hand. They tossed him and mic and Justin caught it. Clearly, they both had something to say, Freakshow was just going to be bigger dumb a** about it. Beginning to walk down the ramp, Justin caught sight of one of his fans. Justin walked over to him and put his signature shades on him before continuing back down the ramp. Kiss a**? Maybe, but it was best to get some good reputation in the opening night for GPIW! Check the method when I constantly flow,
No joke like the pronto, loud so,
John Doe up in his condo in Toronto,
Can hear the way foot comes down,
Just to give you the run down,
Krutch be droppin' it, daybreak to sundown,
When the smoke clears,
Who you think'll be standin' there?
Grippin' four mics,
Swingin' the cords up in the air"Making his way to the ring, from Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 270lbs, he is The Amazing One, The Canadian Standard, Justin Amaze!"Justin neared the ring and stopped, looking up at the steel cage that blocked him from sliding in. His gaze then focused on Freakshow, who was in the ring. Justin then raised his fist, and revealed what wasn't so noticeable before, brass knuckles! The crowd cheered, knowing that this could mean an ultimate beat down on Freakshow! Justin walked over to the steel steps and walked up then. He stepped through the door and between the ropes to get into the ring. Once in, the door behind him shut closed. Watching Freakshow, Justin set his mic down and climbed to the top turnbuckle that he was near. He then hopped up onto the top of the cage where he then sat, looking out into the crowd. Justin took off his hat and raised it and his fist into the air, getting a very loud reaction from the crowd! He tossed his hat into the crowd, and then took off his shirt and did the same. Climbing back down, Justin stepped onto the top turnbuckle, hopped back down onto the canvas, and picked up his mic. Like cowboys,
We be rockin' the territory in this rap game,
'n' CHRIST blessed us with the octane,
The same name,
Who created the world in seven days,
Will change ya life, you'd be amazed,
Man, don't trip, we goin' carry on with the function,
Krutch preparin' the power punch 'n'
(Chorus)
The things, you say,
Your words will never push me away,
The things, you say,...
You're unbelievable,... you're so unbelievableHis music faded and now Justin would proceed to wait and see what Freakshow possibly had to say. 
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:53 am
It was starting to become evident what point Freak was trying to make. It also became clear that he hadn't been keeping tabs on Justin's career. He looked to his left, then to his right, waiting for the chants in his opponents favor to die down, showing slight aggravation towards them.. He steps forward, mic raised towards him mouth, the fans begin to boo as soon as they seem him take this measure. He pauses, lowering the mic, not ready to talk until they were silent..
"Justin!" He has a strained smile on his face, trying a bit too hard to sound and look friendly, "My *****!" He stops, "My home slice.. You're probably wondering why I'm dressed like this?" He says, a few fans shout out the answer for him, "Well, really, it's quite simple! Very simple! Even the fans in attendance can understand it..,"
He reaches up to his shutter shades, removing them with the free fingers he had in his mic hand, dropping them to the ground. "I wanted to show you that we.. We've got alot in common! Yes we do!," Starting to sound like a pitchman, "Yes we do.. Why, I like hip hop," He gestures towards Justin, "You like hip hop," Back to himself he points, "I'm from New York," Points back to Justin, "Canada's like... Right next to New York," Freak pauses, "And, and... Both of us were on the first season of FWD! So really, I've seen you grow as a compeitor, and you may not know this but.. Really.. I pretty much nurtured you.. I was the father that you never had!"
Freak nods, grinning, looking sort of self satisfied, "And I know you would never hit your father.. ," He wipes at his nose, "But even with all that, I know that you are a competitor.. So, I came here.. Bearing gifts," He raises the bottle of what could be presumed to be grape soda.. "A delicious grape beverage all for you.. And the only thing I ask of you, son.. Just one thing.." He looks around at the structure surrounding them, "I'm not asking you to go easy on me.. Or, hah, god forbid, take the fall.. All I'm asking, in exchange for this, is that we wrestle this match, traditionally, by the books, and clean,"
He lowers the bottle, "And I knoooow that we're surrounded by a cage.. But so what? That doesn't mean you need to use it! I know that this match has few rules... But that doesn't mean you need to break them! So whattya say?" He takes a sip of the drink before extending it towards him.. Although they were quite far away..
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:38 pm
Justin gave Freak an 'ORLY?' type look as he began to call him home slice and such. Justin raised the mic to speak, but was cut off by Freak wanting to explain something to him. Justin lowered and waited for Freak to speak. Which was a s**t idea, considering that's all that came out of Freak's mouth. A lot in common? Really? Listening up to the FWD part about Freak pretty much being his father, Justin looked to quickly speak before Freak started talking again, which was beginning to annoy Justin. Still listening, Justin noticed that Freak was trying to talk himself out of as much pain as he could. Justin simply shook his head at Freak in shame. But finally, Freak stopped talking and gave Justin a chance to speak.
Justin looked around at the crowd chanting, "KICK HIS a**! KICK HIS a**!" Justin smiled and looked back at Freakshow, raising the mic to his mouth. "So, the disappointment standing in front of me is finally ready to shut the ******** up." The crowd cheered. "A lot in common? While you're an embarrassment to the hip hop style, I'm representing it. Take that s**t off, you disgrace! And there's no way your New York b***h a** meets the Canadian Standards." Justin only kept getting more and more cheers from the crowd. Justin then took a step forward towards Freak. "Nurtured me? My father? Please, I'm ******** glad I didn't end up like Andrew Thorne thanks to your pathetic excuse for training help."
Justin lowered the mic and walked into arms reach of Freak. "Instead of helping me out in my first year of my career, you sat back and not cared. Did ******** all. Now you tell me that you're the reason I'm here? Now you want mercy? Freakshow, I'm skills have excelled yours.. and I'm about to prove it! ... But first, a drink before the match, right?"
Justin tossed his mic over the cage and would look to take the bottle that Freakshow offered Justin.. then smash it across Freak's face! Talk about starting the match out brutally!
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:50 pm
As Justin began speaking his mind more, Freak looked increasingly agitated.. And as Amaze reels back to clock Freak with the bottle, he'd soon learn a very important lesson.. Freakshow never swallows. His cheeks puff up, and hopefully before Justin can clobber him, he spits out a mist of purple drank, intending to blind Amaze with the delicious beverage mid-move! If this worked out, Justin would discover the true contents of the drank. You wouldn't really expect Freak to carry a bottle of something that isn't alcoholic to the ring would you?
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:58 pm
Justin took a bunch of alcohol to the face, which indeed didn't feel good! Not being able to see, Justin quickly backed away from Freak and into his corner, rubbing his eyes and trying to get the stinging sensation out of his eyes!
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:07 pm
"Kick my a** eh?!" He shouts at the fans in response to their pro-Justin chanting. He storms towards his opponent, who had been stunned by the improvised mist! Although there might not have been much improvised about it at all. He had a plan, he wasn't going to take down an opponent with a nearly seventy pound weight advantage without one. Quickly, on the way towards Amaze, he shrugs off the pimp jacket he'd worn to the ring. Now a bit more maneuverable, he steps up onto the first rope to get on the cornered Justin's height, and tries raking his forearm, which was covered in wrist tape, across the eyes of Amaze! Trying to rough up his features, and do further damage to the vision with the rough texture of the tape..
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:12 pm
Still trying to get the booze out of his eyes, Justin soon had a taped forearm rubbing against his eyes. God damn that hurt! Already annoyed at Freak, Justin was getting tired of these blind stunts that Freak was pulling. Justin would look to quickly place a hand on Freak's chest, and on his leg, then throw him off into the middle of the ring and into his stomach! If this didn't work, Justin was going to lose his eyes!
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:24 pm
While blind, Justin was still very strong. Freak would find this out rather quickly, as he was lifted up off the ground, then thrown from the corner to the center of the ring! He slams stomach first into the ground, he'd managed to get his forearms down so as not to break his face. The pain could be compared to doing a belly flop, only x10. But it was the beginning of the match, he still had plenty of energy in him. Freak gets up onto his knees, cringing, all the while grabbing the gold chain around his neck, the other hand across his chest which had taken a bit of damage. There was certainly air of panic to him. He gets to his feet, with the chain, not a big one, mind you. He starts back towards Justin, limping a bit, wrapping the chain around his forearm as he advances towards him.. Once again, he steps up on the first rope, trying to do more or less the same thing! A little less pep in his step, but the chain would more than compensate for this.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:36 pm
A sigh of relief came from Justin as Freakshow was now out of arms length and off of his eyes. Still sore, Justin rubbed them. The alcohol was thankfully rubbed out, but still stung. Only now they also burned from the tape rubbing on them. However, just as Justin seemed to be able to open his eyes again, he had Freakshow back on the attack and rubbing a chain against his eyes! Damn it all!
"Son of a b***h!" Justin was getting absolutely tired of this, and stopping Freak from causing his eyes to bleed, Justin would attempt to nail Freak in the face with his brass knuckles! Not being able to see, Justin couldn't tell if he'd hit dead on or not.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:44 pm
"Wha?-" Freak noticed the brass knuckles.. Though not in time to do much about it. He jerks away a bit, the punch connects, probably not as well as Amaze would have liked, nicking him across the corner of his eyebrow. However, glancing shot or not, these were brass knuckles, and anything more probably would have knocked him out. He staggers back, arms sagging at his sides, legs turned to jelly, desperate to stay up, he makes it to the center of the ring, before his body gives up on him and he hits the ground. Hitting the ground is likely what wakes him up, as he seems a bit startled upon his landing, sitting up slightly, his palm to the corner of his eyebrow, which may or may not be bleeding.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:50 pm
After having Freak finally back off, Justin opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry. His eyes burnt and stun, not feeling good at eye. Justin tried to focus on something. He rubbed his eyes again before trying to focus once more, noticing Freak down on the canvas. "You piece of s**t!" Justin tried to focus on Freak's face, and then looked to run forward and connect foot with face!
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:56 pm
His head throbbing, probably unable to think clear, Freak believed that Justin didn't have it in him to go for a move just yet. He was wrong. Amaze charges towards Freak, and in his state of mind, all he could do was try to block it! Blocking it didn't do him any good, the boot sends him right back down to the ground, writhing in pain, trying to squirm away to create distance. Also, he was indeed bleeding after the shot with the knuckles, as seen by a trickle of blood down the his face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 2:08 pm
Running until the ropes, they helped him stop and he turned around, leaning against them and the cage. Justin rubbed his eyes again. Freakshow was indeed, a b***h. Opening his eyes again to a somewhat blurry vision, he could tell Freakshow was down, and then he looked towards the door. "You're not even on my level." Justin would then look to walk past Freak, and escape through the door.
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