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 Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 2:09 pm
Opening Contest
Standard Match
Good Luck
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:44 pm
The lights dim down to darkness.
Soon, the opening guitar riffs slowly rise, as the stage lights slowly light up. After about 20 seconds of the guitar, the drums start to slam as the arena lights go back up.
Every now and then I think about you
And it makes me, it breaks me
Out of you and into me, I'll make it
By now, the arena is lit up again, Rik Rip'em is standing in the middle of the stage, banging his head as The Energy by Audiovent heats up. He lifts his head up to the fans, his debut match was going to be a big one for him, and follows his thinking by banging his chest before starting to walk down the ramp.
So take a look at what you do to my head
When you're leaving, I'm breathing
Out of me and into you, I feel sick
I feel sick
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for 1 fall! Introducing first: from the Good Ol' USA, weighing 253 pounds....."The Soldier" Rik Rip'em!
Rip'Em stops by the end of the ramp, the song fades down near the chorus.
Now that you're leaving
It complicates our lives
But I am the reason
That I will stay alive
The chorus and song finally kick up a notch again.
We are the energy
We are the same as you
Rik runs, sliding into the ring and takes 2 laps bouncing off the ropes before stopping and slamming his fist down to the canvas, shooting his head up at the camera.
He would stand up, back to the corner as he looked towards the stage.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 10:33 am
(Ignore some of the entrance, some flaws in it.) The Arena went quiet, emotions would be spread throughout the arena from the various people in attendance, as they were waiting and holding their signs up waiting for there favorite wrestlers to come out. As the crowd was being impatient; Heart of Courage by Two Steps from Hell would hit the PA system. Getting a reaction   The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage, and then walked to the left side and looked in the crowd. Trent continued to walk on the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross, as pyrotechnics spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp
Announcer: Introducing at this time, from St Paul Minnesota, weighing at 216 Pounds, TRENT!
Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing a new look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots. He looked with a grimace towards the fans, being annoyed by each and every one of those hypocritical pieces of s**t, that they knew they were.
Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people booing at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them mainly booing at him. Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the match here tonight.
Trent took his robe off and revealed what seemed to be a microphone in his hand. He would approach the man he was facing tonight and look him in the eye as he raised his microphone.
"Last week, I defeated a veteran in the business, Angel. But now this week, I am facing somebody I didn't even know who existed, in the opening match?"
Trent looked at the man and nodded in disappointment. Knowing he deserved better than this clown they just scraped up from the bottom of the barrel.
"Hey, I get it. You want me to gain some easy wins, but I like a challenge, so somebody from the back who is in management, come out here, and give me a champion to fight. A real champion, or maybe someone on the top of the ladder. Because I deserve better than this"
Trent pointed at the man in a rude fashion, he was out there to get what he wants, sparing feelings or letting this guy put words in was not on his agenda of things to do. After his short little rant, Trent backed up near the middle of the ring and waited to see if anyone would come out.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 4:04 pm
Rik Rip'em was still leaning back in the corner, he shook his head as he looked at the crowd mouthing "Do you believe this guy?" towards the fans. After about 10 seconds of waiting, Rik grabbed a mic.
Rik Rip'em: Well just like the crowd here in (Insert town name here) cares less about you as much as management does.
The fact that the town name was mentioned sparked a cheap pop from the crowd. Rik got out of the corner taking a couple steps forward to Trent.
Rik Rip'em: We don't care about who you beat last week, or the week before, or last year. The only thing the fans care about right now, is seeing me kick your a**. So how about you quit stalling and get down to business?
He threw the microphone behind his back out the ring as he stared at Trent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 4:10 pm
Trent stared at Rik, feeling insulted by the nobody standing before him. After he felt he was done with his rant, [throwing the mic outside the ring] Trent would go for a push to the man. Usually civilized, he would show some aggression towards the man who says he can kick Trent's a**. People have said this before, yet it has been proven that Trent is the a** kicker. Following the push, Trent began to say many threatening things that will happen within this match that may not even be legal.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 6:41 pm
Rik was shoved and turned his body, listening to Trent's threats. He interrupted him by saying something in the terms of "I've done worse to others" and went to open off the match with a flurry of alternating right hands and knife edge chops.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:40 am
The bell never even rang as the man rushed Trent, with each blow connecting the crowd would pop, showing that it was obvious who they liked more. Trent would have been beat with right after right, chop after chop. But after he knew that he was in a dangerous place. He would attempt to back up far enough to send a kick to take out the right knee of Rik.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 12:45 pm
Rik was caught across the right knee and turned and dropped down to his left knee, keeping the right leg away from Trent.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 6:48 pm
Trent would regain his composure, taking a second or two to do so. But once that action was done, he went towards Rik. Placing his left arm around the neck of Rik and using his right arm to support the hold. Trent would whip his left leg out and swing it back to his leg which was keeping him in the knelt position. Attempting a snap ddt to gain the favor.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:55 pm
When Rik was put in the front facelock for the DDT, he tried to bounce back to his feet and use the strength to flip Trent back for a Northern Light Suplex with an early pin attempt.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 9:53 pm
Trent would be planted down and the bell rang, the official letting the match start at that moment was a sign that something was wrong. But Trent would raise his shoulder at a one count. Showing his durability. As he looked to get away from Rik and roll near the ropes
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:24 pm
Rik turned and got up, pushing down on the right knee getting up to get the feeling back. He went to go to work on Trent, by sending down some stomps while he was holding the ropes.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:26 pm
The official would begin to get in-between the two men. Trent holding the rope was a automatic break from the match, if some of his body was under it. Trent felt the stomps as this was a bad sign for the start of the match up. Trent would endure ti'll the break up
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:29 pm
The ref pushed Rik off, and he was backed to the center of the ring. He complied not wanting to get DQ'd, but was still restless wanting to continue the momentum.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:45 pm
Once the official backed the man out, Trent would exit the ring, staying near the ropes. Holding his back with his left hand and putting his right on the apron. The crowd would begin to boo and throw thumbs down in the face of Trent, but he was too busy to deal with such pest
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