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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:48 pm
The following non-title contest is a Triple Threat Match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:34 pm
“Sundown, it's time to feed it
Your demons come to life
You try but can't defeat them
It's over; say goodnight
I see you shiver
We're running out of time
It's now or never
I'm reaching for the knife
And I see a new day rising
As we divide…
Separate my soul
Watch as you expose
All this violence
Out of control
Cancer in my bones
You won’t let me go
So it's you I sever!
Wake up, the moon is rise
You feel the other side
Tonight you face the dying
There's nowhere left to hide
The taste so bitter
But it will wash away
I will deliver
The sickness to the grave
And I see a new day rising
As we divide…”
The sound of thunder and lightning echoes throughout the arena as the titantron shows the image of a desert, the storm brewing off in the distance. A chorus of voices could be heard laughing, crying, and speaking- all at once. The noise stopped, but it welcomed something more. A deep, powerful voice spoke against the sounds of chanting and bells tolling in the background. A dark, shadowy figure appeared, rapidly walking to the screen. The face of this person couldn't be seen, leaving which left no clue as to who it was.
"Separate my soul
Watch as you expose
All this violence
Out of control
Cancer in my bones
You won’t let me go
So it's you I sever
I cut the ties
I've been betrayed
My flesh and soul are still at war
I shed the skin underneath
I feel the light
Set me free
Separate my soul
Watch as you expose
All this violence
Out of control
Cancer in my bones
You won’t let me go
So it's you I sever
I see a new day rising
All this violence
Out of control
So it's you I sever
I see a new day rising
All this violence
It's you I sever!"
A bolt of lightning struck, creating a flash on the screen before it turned to darkness. The half of a pale white face emerged from the darkness, and that face was the face of Phoenixfire. At this time, Phoenixfire strode down the ramp with no emotion on her face while the lighting of the arena turned to a deep shade of purple. Her hips swayed from side to side as a layer of fog began to form at her feet. She approached the steel steps and walked up them, stopping at the turnbuckle before looking to the crowd. Phoenix stepped through the ropes and sprinted to one of the turnbuckles, then placing herself on the second rope. She held her arms open and her face pointed upwards as the lights flickered throughout the arena. After the lights went to normal, she jumped down and began to pace around the ring.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:46 pm
IF YOU PUT YOUR DIRTY BLACK HANDS ON ME
IMMA PUT YA BACK IN JAIL
Don't Put Your Hands on Me by Charley Jordan blasts throughout the whole arena. Brantley walked out with a microphone preparing to announce himself, he was really going to outdo himself with this one. He looked at his opponents and smirked before he announced his entrance.
"Coming to the ring, the most innovative, winner, not gay buttsex lover, Brantley Summers. As you can see, the following statements were the opposite of my opponent. So, let's get this done quick."
With that Brantley stepped off the stage and lazily walked down the ramp. He threw smoke bombs in an attempt to make the crowd excited. That would've worked if everyone didn't hate him. Brantley sent a cue to the special effects man and strobes lights and more bright flashing lights started going of. A man in the front row had a seizure and Brantley laughed at him before rolling in the ring. He then went to a turnbuckle and lifted his gloved arm up in a victorious manner before hopping down and waited for the ring. He looked around at the men and stayed in the corner looking at Phoenixfire. He asked for a microphone and decided to speak a little before Draven came out.
"So, here we have it folks! I, one of the best wrestlers to grace the ring of WWE:E, comes back to give you guys a spectacle, but it seems that said spectacle will just be me disgracing with young woman on televisions across the world. Don't get it wrong, I have no problem hitting a woman, in fact, this little... Well I guess all I could say is slut. This /SLUT/ was the only thing I hit the night I retained my Undisputed Championship in a Triple Cage match. Of course, I'm sure half the arena 'hit' it that night. My problem is, why am I put in a match against a woman and, well I'm not sure what the other one is, but I don't think I'm too fond of it, as a return? I should be in the main event! I'm sure that's what everyone here wants!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 2:19 pm
"I don't love how you love
but please don't leave me here alone
I don't feel how you feel
Well it's my fault I'm bones.
I don't die how you die
I can't just waste away
You keep changing your life
Everyday
"-Link-The lights switch to black light as the song begins to play and smoke begins to pour out along the entrance and up into the air. The crowd was quiet as they watched in awe and confusion at this strange entrance. Laser lights flashed and rotated during the entrance, never staying in one spot for long. Matt slowly crawled out onto the stage like he was trying to crawl through tar. His face and body paint glowing in the black light as well as his white clothes. He was at center stage when the music picked up and Matt suddenly jumped up to his feet and fireworks shot up and out towords the ring! The lights went back to normal and Matt made his way down the ramp on one side, high fiving fans and getting the crowd pumped. "FROM WASHINGTON DC, AT A WEIGHT OF 240 POUNDS. The REMNANT CHAMPIOB.....MATT DRAVEN!"  Matt climbed the steel steps and walked about halfway on the apron and turned back to the fans that sat along the ramp. He raised a both arms up so his hands were near his face and extended his pointer, middle, thumb, and pinky were up and his ring fingers stayed curled like when they were in a fist. He leaned back against the ropes and tipped his head back and strectched out his arms and screamed upwards at the ceiling of the arena. Matt straightened back up and ducked underneathe the top rope and into the ring, he ran to aturnbuckle across the ring and hopped onto the second rung and repeated the taunt from earlier. Matt then got down and repeated the taunt on the other three turnbuckles in a clockwise order before climbing down and holding the WWE:E Remnant championship high into the air.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:21 pm
Phoenixfire wrested a microphone from the hands of an attending referee near to where she stood awaiting the commencement of this triple threat match. She couldn't blame Summers for his curiosity at why he'd been booked in a match with a woman- hell, 'intergender' still seemed to be a dirty word in some sectors of the wrestling world. That didn't subtract from the horror she felt at being slut shamed in front of the EWA Universe. With jaw firmly set and eyes like smoldering embers embedded into her skull, Phoenix turned her gaze to Mr. Brantley Summers, ignoring the presence of her other opponent. That was certainly a dangerous thing to do but given the circumstances, she had other things to tend to, like putting Summers in his place. Phoenix's eyes narrowed as she locked stares with Summers, forming her short speech in her head.
"Oh, how original, Summers! Please do point out how my sexual mores are lacking and proclaim yourself as a paragon of virtue. I invite you to go to the back of the long line of those before you that have done the same thing. And while I'd love to hear more, I have to point out one little thing. You only won because my husband's other wife took care of him. Had Yuke not burnt that pretty little face of Chrono's with that fireball, he would've walked out of that cage, not had someone open that door for him so he could reach out with the title on his arm and wave about like an idiot to get a cheap win. You rode the coattails of a Clepsydra to get that win. Think with me here for a moment, Brantley...maybe if you didn't spend so much time gloating, booking might actually give enough of a damn to put you in the matches you want. Growing some balls and picking on someone your own size might help, too."
Phoenix let the silence permeate the ring before the crowd roared in approval of how she snubbed the champion.
"But I digress. I want to see you prove you aren't all talk and no action. Wouldn't you agree?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:43 pm
Brantley was to the point of steam coming out of his ears as Phoenixfire ended her little shot on him. He simply muttered, "You b***h," and began to charge at the woman trying to land a punch on her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:49 pm
As much as Matt would have liked to have been able to sit back and watch a woman kick Summers to the curb, Matt found himself lunging forward attempting to abruptly cut Brantley off with a running forearm shot to the side of his face!
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:48 am
Phoenix knew very well that her little spiel would reduce the champion to a rage; that was her intention, to knock Summers off of his high horse. She stood her ground and awaited his reaction from across the ring so when he came roaring towards her with his fists at the ready, she braced herself for impact. This hurt would have felt so good, been so worth it but the hit never landed. Phoenixfire blinked once or twice in confusion as she watched Draven propel himself forward, aiming for Brantley's face with his forearm. She stayed out of her opponent's way as he lunged for the champion and would wait for this tussle to pass before taking her chances with Summers. Phoenixfire craved the satisfaction of getting one up on Brantley by winning this match but she would have to wait until the playing field was equal and until Draven wasn't in her way.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:22 pm
Brantley got intercepted by a clubbing forearm to his face, courtesy of one Matt Draven. Brantley was sent flying, arms flailing about in a fiery blaze of terrible. He hit the ropes and fell back onto his face. He flopped around a little, hand on his temple. He cried. He was sad. It didn't feel good.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:29 pm
The champion, Matt Draven, took a step back after looking at the pitiful sight that was once the top champion in WWE:E. "What the hell happened?" he said to himself before shooting a look at Phoenixfire. He would then back up into a corner and watch, he actually felt bad for Summers for some odd reason.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:21 pm
Phoenixfire watched in amazement at how Summers flailed about after the impressive impact of Draven's forearm to his forehead. His flair for the dramatic provided quite a spectacle but this would be a short lived one at that. Phoenix turned her head toward the current champ and acknowledged him with a quick nod before skulking toward Brantley with a scowl on her face. She would have to wait until his excessive flailing had calmed down a little but her intent was to stomp him square in the ribs.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:56 pm
Brantley was stomped square in the ribs, effectively stopping all his violent and/or unnecessary movements. He curled up into the fetal position holding himself, suffering from pain. He put one thumb in his mouth and then began to cry tears that'd melt the heart of even the meanest and sourest of people.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:10 pm
With is back in a corner, Matt simply held onto the top rope and watched. What was he supposed to do? Summers had been the jerk and he was rightfully getting his butt kicked!
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:04 pm
With Brantley safely tucked away in the fetal position, Phoenixfire knew she had a wonderful opportunity to further cement the upper hand she currently had over him. She walked around her downed opponent until his back was facing her and kicked him squarely in the spine, hoping that would be enough to lay him out flat so she could continue her work.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:58 am
Phoenixfire was quick to act on a downed Brantley. With the kick delivered hard to his spine, he arched his back and rolled onto it. The pain was immense but it seemed as if Brantley didn't have a choice but to take it. He cringed in agony, knowing that his suffering was far from over.
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