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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:55 am
The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FFA Tag Team Championships! Introducing first the challengers...
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 8:25 pm
The lighting the arena following the ring announcer's words had gone to a complete close for several moments. It was almost as if on cue, there was a power outage thanks to the scrawny man's magic words. Of course, there was confirmation that the revived iNSANE! World Order would be making their presence felt tonight, but any wrestling historian never knew what that entailed. A few of them thought they would run-in and cost their old rival, Kelly King 2.0, his title match with Freakshow. But what exactly did that benefit the two of them? Johnny Rotten (the artist formerly known as Prodigy) and AJ Warner were nothing more than headhunters, but every decision they made was for the greater good, and representing their old stomping grounds to prove they were the most dominant force in the business was atop their priority list. The crowd was in utter suspense, knowing that they could very well be seconds away from seeing the old brothers in arms standing side-by-side for the first time in over seven years. If Dallas Cruz and Jamie Bader were smart, they'd bring some pillows to sit on after this match. Or pre-order their caskets. It really depended on how much of an impact these two former world champions wanted to make, and how badly they wanted to illustrate the fact that their chemistry was unmatched, despite their time away from one another. All of a sudden, the camera was not on the ring or the inhabitants surrounding it, but it had shifted to the titantron. A very quiet and subtle countdown was heard before the song kicked in, and the titantron had spoiled who exactly was challenging for the FFA Tag Team Championships tonight.One
- A flash of Jamie Bader laying on the mat, bloody during his encounter with Blackjack. -
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- The screen shifted to Dallas Cruz looking unconscious after suffering defeat in an unknown match. -
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- The titantron blinked, and opened it's eyes to reveal Johnny Rotten looking to the camera with evil intentions read across his face in a dim environment. -
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- Then would be AJ's turn, wearing the same iWo jacket from his promo, his back turned to the camera while looking over his shoulder in the same setting. - 
"... at a combined weight of four hundred eighty-eight pounds, the INSANE, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRLLLLLLLDDDDD ORRRRRRRDERRRR!"
Well can you tell
A wish from a spell?
A hug from a lie?
They both make you feel so gone
We warned you from harm again
You're beating hearts again
We made love in June
I heard it from you
You were my best friend
You used my name
While they were making their way to the ring, the camera stopped at the foot of the ramp and rotated with its focus intent on each of the passing fighters' grimaces. Johhny was first, staring straight into the camera and snarling. The amount of preparation he had for this night was unfathomable. Following his footsteps was the Suplex Shooter, shoving the camera out of the camera man's hands with a very tempered expression. They were here to take what was theirs, not look cute for the camera. Johnny Rotten hopped onto the apron to climb into the ring, with Warner circling around it. He power-walked towards one corner and climbed it from the apron while Rotten made his way to the opposing turnbuckles. As AJ pointed down to the mat to declare that this was their ring, rambling about topics ranging from their in-ring ability to a certain fan's t-shirt, Johhny twitched a bit and quickly shot his head around different directions like a dog who thought they heard an unfamiliar voice. Yes, the word insane really applied to these two once they were a cohesive unit.
Hit hard with harm,
She loves to off you then yawn
Never disarm, you know she loves to be drawn
You're leaching hard friend
I'm feeling down again
We made love with few,
I took it from you
You were my worst friend,
I felt that way
The two men didn't interact with one another in front of the camera yet, as odd as that sounds. Johnny started tearing about their corner's turnbuckle padding while AJ kept trying to persuade and physically block the ref from stopping his long-time tag partner. Rotten threw the cushions out of the ring and shortley thereafter, him and Warner stood close to the ropes near the rampway, looking incredibly ready for the challenge they were facing. AJ dried himself off with the towel while Johnny looked like he was ready to cut off and collect the tag champions' hands like a serial killer on the loose. Once the lights came back on, fans were still in a wild frenzy for the two athletes being in cooperation once again. They started a new chant in celebration of the event; it was similar to the rhythm of "boring" but that was an impossible emotion to feel in this atmosphere.
INNNNNNN-SAAAAAANE
INNNNNNN-SAAAAAANE
INNNNNNN-SAAAAAANE
INNNNNNN-SAAAAAANE
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 1:47 pm
Johnny got down from the ropes as he grew tired of waiting on the Champs. He headed across the ring, and demanded a mic from one of the stagehands. Snatching the mic out of the young man's hand Johnny headed back over to the ropes closest to the ramp, and with one foot resting on the bottom rope and his forearms resting on the top Johnny casually raised the mic to his mouth."Ooooooh Champions..... Where arrrreee youuuuu?" Johnny wondered as the crowd popped for the twosome."If you know what's good for you, you'd get out here now. Cause AJ and I don't like to be kept waiting..." Again the crowd popped as Johnny verbally taunted the Tag Team Champs. Johnny lowered the mic as he was hoping the defending Champs would soon show their faces.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 10:03 pm
[ Abracadavre - Elena Siegman ]
As a Dallas' melody began to play, the lights slowly faded until the lighting was dim and a spot light shined on the top of the stage. Out from the back emerged one half of the tag champs, The Voodoo Queen, Dallas Cruz, with that pretty title of hers strapped around her waist. However, there was something odd about the woman standing at the top of the stage. She looked like she was in a rush to hurry up and make her entrance. It almost seemed as if she was trying to get away from something following her. And judging by the sound of an engine being reved up over her music, one would see why a few seconds later.
Out from the back followed her tag partner, Jamie Bader, on a ridiculous, hideous, tacky, "American Flag" printed motorcycle. The damn thing was just godawful to look at and Bader wasn't looking to hot himself with that mustache on his upper lip, looking like Tom Selleck, minus the attractiveness. He wasn't even through with his twenties and it seemed as if he was having a midlife crisis. However, the whole reason for this ridiculous entrance, was to embarrass Dallas. It was known that these two did not get along at all and were constantly at each other's throats. Jamie Bader would stop at nothing to completely humiliate the woman beside him.
"Making their way to the ring, the FFA Tag Team Champions, Dallas Cruz and Jamie Bader!"
Dallas looked absolutely appalled, trying her best to ignore the pest following on that stupid bike along side her as she hurried down the ramp towards the ring. She even tried to shield her face with her hand, trying desperately not to look at him as he smirked at her, watching her practically overflow with embarrassment and most likely, anger, for ruining her entrance. He would even pat the backseat, taunting her to get on "for a ride".
The taller woman sneered and turned away, heading the opposite direction once she reached the ring, taking the moment to try and get herself into a much better mood by interacting with her fans. The audience was a rowdy bunch tonight, showing obvious preference for their two opponents in the ring. She didn't blame them. If she was on the other side of those barricades, she'd probably root for iWo too, especially if Jamie Bader was on the opposing team.
Dallas hopped up onto the apron while Jamie parked that monstrosity on the other side of the ring, thankfully as far away from her as possible. She grabbed onto the ropes and leaned forward towards the crowd, giving them a bit of a smirk as her lips began to move rather quickly, as if she was chanting something to herself. Maybe a quick prayer to her voodoo deities, either for luck or even maybe a hex for her irritating tag partner for all anyone knew. As she slipped through the top and middle rope, she entered the ring where she glanced at her two opponents while Bader entered through the other side of the ring. He simply lowered his aviator glasses and began to shed his jean jacket, revealing his own title around his waist.
Beside him, the much, much taller woman reached back to unstrap the belt. Upon further inspection, one could see strange symbols in white all long the leather strap of the belt. On the actual plate itself was a red hand print, right around the same size as her own. It was obvious the Queen of Voodoo had done her fair share of blessing and redecorating to the title. If the other team were to win, whoever was unlucky enough to claim Dallas' belt was going to have one heck of a time washing it off. Who knows, maybe she had placed a curse on it too.
Dallas turned to glare at Jamie, who was smirking right at her, asking if she enjoyed his entrance as much as he did. Very subtle, keeping her hand at waist level so it wouldn't be caught on camera (which, it was if one was paying close enough attention), she raised her middle finger at him and muttered a few swear words in his direction. Handing the titles to the ref, they were ready to begin, even if the female member of the team looked as if she was about to rip her partner's head off before her opponents got the chance to.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 10:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 11:11 pm
Jamie motioned for Dallas to take the lead in this one, pretty much throwing her to the dogs. Dallas only muttered under her breath and rolled her shoulders as the bell rung and instructed the start of the match. The way AJ stared at her unnerved her. She was staring into the face of a man that definitely had some demons. Normally, Dallas didn't intimidate easily, but this was a whole different case. When he circled the ring, she did the same, trying to keep her distance for the moment. Her own hazel eyes were locked on him as well, sizing him up. It wasn't an unfair fight, in fact, they were the same height. However, he was definitely physically stronger than her, it looked.
She decided to take this simple, beginning with extending her hand out (cautiously at that) to her opponent in attempts to offer a lock up. She had been away from the ring for a while, mostly sticking to a managerial role, she could only hope her slight ring rust wouldn't play an affect into the match.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 1:29 pm
Engaging in a lock-up was a fairly standard way of opening a match, but AJ's personal favorite as well. So without resistance, Warner went to aggressively engage in the lock-up and use his upper body advantage on Dallas to quickly force her into the corner parallel to her back. It was away from any of their tag partner's directions, which was nice because he wasn't willing to take a breather just yet, and he knew Dallas wasn't going to show fear towards her opposition.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 2:00 pm
With the arrival of their opponents, Johnny threw the mic from the ring in excitement. He saw the look on AJ's face and knew that he wanted to start the match. Slapping his own face Johnny headed for his corner, taking his place on the apron. There Johnny would bounce on the ropes, anxiously awaiting his turn to step into the ring. With that crooked smile stamped on his face he watched as the two locked up in the center of the ring.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 2:03 pm
Dallas had overestimated herself. She was a strong one, yes, but not as strong as AJ it seemed. When he came at her aggressively, Dallas was taken off guard, not expecting him to came at her in such a manner. Due to this slight hesitation, Dallas found herself backed up against the turn buckle, no where near any of their opponents. If Dallas was going to try and get herself out from between the turnbuckle and her opponent, she was going to have to do so herself without her partner's assistance.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 3:12 pm
This wasn't BBW anymore, Toto. This was a pure rules match, which Warner actually preferred, but it did throw him off-guard when the ref began to count, implying AJ needed to break the hold soon. One, two, three, f- The Shooter backed off and raised his arms in the air for a brief moment, before deciding it would be best to grope Dallas's right boob to agitate her. Perhaps having a laugh with the audience while Cruz had surpassed her boiling point wasn't in his best interest, though.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 7:33 pm
Relieved that the ref had started the count, Dallas pulled her hands away and held them up while AJ pulled himself away from her...but not before reaching out to grab at her right breast. It had caught her off guard, definitely not expecting to be groped. But come on, one female in a match with the other males. It was bound to happen at some point. If it was one thing Dallas dislike, is being disrespected in such a manner. It was bad enough she was already very much annoyed, this only added fuel to the fire. As he backed off, Dallas quickly took a step forward to close in on some distance, reaching out to try and roughly shove him. The girl was just as strong as she looked. "What the hell!? What was that!? she yelled at him. She would reach out again, this time, attempting to shove him away by the face, giving him a taste of his own medicine when it came to disrespect. "Don't you ever touch me again!" However, something told her that AJ probably didn't give a crap, her words most likely went in through one ear and out of the other.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 9:43 pm
To his surprise, she was much stronger than Warner anticipated. The fact that she was a girl I guess had hid that even through her well-toned biceps and her ability to stand toe-to-toe with the boys was a testament AJ couldn't ignore any further. One shove had made him fall back a half-dozen steps, but nonchalantly, he would try to approach her again and play it cool. It was like he was trying to calm down a girl he would flirt with in the midst of her anger, but before the Shooter could get out a word, he was shoved once again and told to keep his hands off of the Voodoo Queen. No worries. As much as he respected the pacing of a match, he'd look to pick her off by trying to hit a superkick. It wasn't a move he could be too effective with anymore thanks to the injuries done to his legs over the years, but hopefully it would still be able to take the frustrated Dallas Cruz off her feet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 12:40 pm
Dallas sneered at the man after she shoved him a second time. She opened her mouth, about to spew more words of anger at AJ, she even raised her hand to point a finger at him to further express herself via hand gestures, most likely a middle finger. However, before she could even get a word out, AJ's foot shot out and cracked her right in the jaw! The woman fell backwards onto her back, her hands quickly reaching up to grab at her aching jaw. She groaned and grimaced as the ache throbbed through her mandible. Dallas grabbed at the bottom rope with one hand while keeping the other on her face, slowly pushing herself up so that her shoulders would rest against the lowest part of the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 7:43 pm
Immediately following the super kick to Dallas and making her fall flat on her back, AJ pointed a finger down at her and yelled very adamantly, "Shuddup!" Had he and Rotten not served the fans the favor of nostalgia, he may have received boos. But the crowd saw this a comedic sequence, as both Dallas and he were well-liked by the audience and they had no real reason yet to boo either of them. However, it was always uncomfortable watching a man abuse a woman, even with his feet. AJ took steps back, watching Dallas lean on the bottom turnbuckle, and went for a running boot to her face in order to do more damage to her head. Injuring an arm or a leg made for good strategy, but trying to concuss someone? It always worked.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 9:30 pm
The woman shot a glare at AJ as he told her to shut up when she didn't even get a chance to say anything else to begin with. Her jaw was killing her, causing the woman to briefly close her eyes and rub at her lower face to try and soothe the pain, as well as feel around for any dislocations. She heard the crowd begin to react to something, most likely something AJ either doing or about to do. Opening her eyes, she saw AJ running right at her and unfortunately, it was too late to dodge out of the way. His foot collided with her head, causing her head to turn off to the side and her body to fall limp against the turnbuckle, enough for her to slide further down until she was laying flat on her back. Looks like the Voodoo Queen is in quite the trouble.
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