Tag Team Contendership Winners of this match are the number 1 contenders to the WWFG Tag Team Championship at Wrestlemania
Remember that 'some' participants in this match have had a match prior, and it'd be wise to sell fatigue.... Have at thee
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:31 am
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 his NOTHING on his shoulder and a microphone preparing to announce himself, he was really going to outdo himself with this one. He looked at his hand and smirked before he announced his entrance.
"Coming to the ring, your COOL REPRESENTATIVE, BRANTLEEEEEEEEEEEY SUMMERS!"
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 then went back to every single turnbuckle and discount double checked on each of them before finishing and waiting in the middle of the ring and pointing up to the sky as the fireworks shot out one last time for WRESTLEMANIA. Afterwards, Summers stayed in the ring and gave both NOTHINGS to the time keeper, waiting by the corner, ready to get his belt quickly.
"It seems that Mr. Robinson can't be bothered to participate in this match up, don't worry everyone, I've JUST signed a new member to the roster that I'm sure you'll all kick, scream and wail your approval of...'
The General Manager stated on the stage as he looked on. 'Introducing.......WWFG's NEWEST acquisition...'
Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:06 pm
After the General Manager's announcement, a loud bass note vibrated through the arena. It was followed by a quiet keyboard synthesizer in the background, but the bass note always returned after a few moments. The instrumental continued this pattern until a faint drumbeat began to play. Suddenly...
WHALE!
The sounds of "Sail (WHALE Remix)" - AWOLNATION resonated through the room, the titantron playing a strange video of a cardboard whale singing along to the song.
This is how I show my love I made it in my mind because Blame it on my ADD, baby
This is how an angel cries Blame it on my own sick pride Blame it on my ADD, baby
A massive man stepped out onto the stage, complete with a helmet in the shape of a whale. It was The Whale Helmet! He raised one of his oversized arms up in the air and let out a bellowing roar, getting some form of a positive response from the crowd. His head turned to look at Chrono for but a moment to give him a nod, before descending down the ramp.
WHALE! WHALE! WHALE! WHALE! WHALE!
"Making his way to the ring, standing at six feet and three inches and weighing in at a hefty five-hundred-and-three pounds... The Terror of Wales, WHAAAAAAAAALE HELMEEEEEET!"
Another booming roar came from within the helmet at the sound of his name, though he didn't let it distract him from the task at hand: getting to the ring. He jogged down the ramp the rest of the way until he got to the apron, then taking his time to get to the steel steps. His lethargic pace carried him up the metal staircase until he was by the ropes, stepping in between them afterwards to get into the ring. Once there, he slapped his chest to produce a resonating thud, followed by a fierce, "ATBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
The music faded away rather quickly, leaving The Terror of Wales in the ring with his new partner! He was debuting with a legend in his corner! While they waited, Whale removed his jacket and tossed it to the outside, letting his blubber hang out for all the world to see.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 8:02 am
Summers nodded his head towards his rather extravagant partner. He continued to wait on his opponents.
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 11:19 am
(Is this before or after my match with Pantera???)
(Is this before or after my match with Pantera???)
((Doesn't matter, post your entrance))
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:49 pm
((Yeah.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:53 pm
The Audience
This is boring! -clap, clap, clap clap clap- This is boring!
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:23 pm
Arson comes out for the back, after giving about a 3 minute gap between his entrance and Whale Helmets. A look of fury would be on this man's face as he would be walking down the ramp slower then usual, *obviously showing the wear from just being in a match with Pantera*. Looking down the ramp it was clear that management was trying to suger coat a punishment for Arson's arrogance over the last few months by entering He was on his way to the *depends on match with Pantera* and now he was out here once again, teaming with probably one of the most odd people he could find himself in alignment with, the man called Boxer Anarchy.
Arson would come down the ramp about halfway, and would pause at the bottom of the ramp, looking into the ring with a smile on his face, as he pointed up the ramp, signaling for Anarchy to make his entrance.
((anything inside ** I reserve the right to edit when the match with Pantera concludes.))
Listen up! The future is bulletproof The aftermath is secondary! It’s time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys, Make some noise!
The music died as did the lights. A heavy guitar strike was heard and the lights came on slowly in a dark red color. Boxer Anarchy stepped out onto the entrance ramp. His hands in his pockets and his hood over his head. He held his head down as the music blasted, standing in the center of the stage as his titantron played, not moving until the lyrics started.
I shoot the lights out Hide til its bright out Whoa, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
WWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Boxer walked down the ramp letting the dubstep remix of Kanye West's Monster blare behind him. Boxer had a match later in the night against Talon that he was much more interested than this one.
Just stop it I'm a monster
I'M A ******** MONSTER
Everybody know I'm a ******** know I'm a I'm a I'm a monster I'm a ******** monster.
And his tag team partner, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is from Battery City, Boxer Anarchy.
Boxer walked down to the ring and stood next to Jack Arson. Looking smugly at his partner the demon turned towards him and offered a handshake.
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 4:04 pm
Summers shook his head disapprovingly of his opponents as he stepped out the ring to allow Whale Hat a chance to start off the match.
Arson would actually reach out and grasp Boxer's hand, looking to pull in close to him and whisper.
"Whale Helmet couldn't keep up with you if he wanted to. Get in there and ******** up one of his legs and lets put these two away before Summers can even tag in" rofl
Arson would point into the ring at Whale Helmet as he whispered, before releasing Boxers hand and looking to make his way over to the corner.
Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 11:32 am
Boxer got into the ring and the ref rang the bell. Boxer would turn around and tag himself out of the match, smiling at Arson and beckoning him into the ring.
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