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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 5:10 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 12:30 pm
The lights dim, as a brightly lit beach comes onto the titantron. The sand is white - almost snow-like - yet the ocean remains light blue; warm, inviting, the same shade as the sepia sky. The kind of water only seen in your deepest, most wonderful dreams. A low, sultry male voice begins to speak...
"You come across the beaches of your addled mind to an ocean, not unlike a land mass, the waves crashing against each other as only waves can. In the distance, you see a white stallion, his silver hooves treading over the thin veil that separates the water from the misty airs above.
You stand for hours as the beautiful creature marches towards you. The sun sets, or maybe it rises. It is midnight, and a mid day sun shines over the sands. Full moon. Half moon. Eclipse.
As the creature approaches, you notice that it is not a stallion, but a white tiger. You fixate on the swish of his tail, before moving to the majestic animal's eyes. A light shade of blue. Or perhaps a pale green.
As the tiger approaches, you realise it is not a tiger, but a man, with a hat as majestic as the mighty phoenix - but in the form of a creature that you can't quite place. You stand, stunned, silent, still. As the glorious man approaches, a girl behind you whispers into your ears, calming your very essence until it melds with the dreams in the oceans and white sand.
Tiger is Love, she says. Tiger is Life."The scene fades to white, and writing slowly fades in, a magical blue. A subtle piano melody begins... やった ~!
(Yatta!)   As the main Spartan X tune begins, an eruption of synth, a white fog falls heavy over the entrance ramp. After it engulfs its empty surroundings, a sharp blast of wind disperses it, revealing two figures standing there. One, sleek and beautiful, the other, strong and proud, his arms folded as the audiences eyes become fixated on him, and his almost-recognisable headwear. For this was not just the return of the Tora No Boushi... this was the rebirth. This was NEO-TIGER HAT II ALPHA. Neo-Tiger suddenly burst into a run, sprinting to the ring at unmatched speed, and sliding under the bottom rope. Tiger girl - who's name remains conspicuously unchanged through all this nonsense - slowly jogs behind him, ready to support him in all of his endeavours. As she reaches the ringside, clapping, Tiger raises his arm, clutching the top rope as he bellows at the audience. "TIGAH!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:43 pm
For the second time tonight, the thunderous thump of base and kick drum would pulse throughout the arena, lights going dim enough to catch the faint whisps of fog that still clung to the stage and entrance ramp. For the second time tonight, the spotlight would strobe on the stage doorway, curtain parted for the next arrival to enter. For the second time tonight, Salem's figure and video package would be seen, provoking a loud response from the audience. But unfamiliar to his previous heralding, the audience would boo a considerable bit, having been left with a sour taste in their mouths following his segment near the start of the show. Their reaction didn't register on the Seasons Champion's face, however, as Salem strolled down the ramp to "Seven Nation Army", his title and burlap sack strewn over opposite shoulders. Sporting a cheeky smile, Salem held a microphone in the arm his belt was cast over, raising it to his neck with a quick chop to cut the music before he made it halfway down the incline. Salem said incredulously, looking around at the crowd with a dumbfounded expression. "Tony the Tiger and his furry fetish girlfriend, or whatever? You've got to be kidding me. I'm better than this...wait, I'm sorry - I'm better than you, Tiger." he scoffed, scowling at Tiger from midway down the ramp. "I have half a mind to turn right back around and leave the arena after having seen this side show resurrect itself. Too bad your sensei couldn't ever learn that trick."This statement drew a massive level of boos from the audience, some even starting "YOU SUCK!" chants in patches around the stadium. Still, Salem only chuckled to himself, glancing around at the upset crowd before turning his attention back to his opponent, slowly pacing down the ramp. "But, don't worry - I'm here to teach you your master's final lesson...how to join the dearly departed. But, maybe not you, doll." he said, winking at Tiger Girl before dropping the mic at the foot of the ramp, setting his burlap sack on the ring apron. Starting up the stairs that led into the squared circle, Salem sat his Seasons Championship across the top turnbuckle - ducking under the top rope before unbuttoning the jacket of his suit, draping it over the top rope next to it. Cracking his taped knuckles while the crowd continued to jeer, Salem flashed a toothy, almost shark-like grin before barking at the referee to ring the bell, taunting Tiger Hat with a gesture to come at him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:48 pm
As the lights dim around the squarest of rings,
The live crowd quickens, and the brass bell rings,
One foot left, the other swings back,
As our competitor circles,
The crowd sees the end, the finish
of that tasteful debauchery,
that unholy ceremony,
that separates beast from man.
The talk, the switch-fire,
the violent oppression
through freedom of expression,
lacking sympathy, empathy,
yet remain the keys to this stage,
this hyper-humanity,
against which the old and young men sing
the praises of a confused generation,
to the stronger, the faster,
the fighter and the poet,
the philosopher
and yet lowest common denominator
entwined, tangled,
concepts dancing on the wind and snow,
that solid air; that cold Spring,
the boiling Winter,
as a hundred, or thousand, loom over
Expecting nothing, yet everything.
All becomes one,
as it becomes sweet nothing.
Bends through time, and back again,
Morphs the movement;
makes it strange.
Maddening,
that a move so presumptuous
and cantankerous in form -
but not gesture -
Should become such common frivolity
as the dance slowly begins.
One arm offered, back in the clutches of view.
Not there, nor around, but through
as the warm lights sing as loud as the dancers,
and the dance,
and those onlookers, who sit in the act.
But it is not the act, but the re-act.
A lock-up offered.
Yet no lock.
No key.
Merely a freedom for the other,
To choose or to let loose,
disobey the trust-law,
Spit in the eye, or stamp the foot,
Many choices, yet one action
and for one consequence.
To arms, then, Salem,
King of the field,
The other end of the final,
The beginning of that same token.
Yield, Salem, or let-yield,
but never regret, nor forget,
that this action is the moment; the pivot
which binds us, or doesn't.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:55 pm
Goddamn, all that for a simple tie-up. Salem didn't like how Tiger took his time to offer the opening gambit, hoping for some sportsmanship from a figure who'd lacked all love for Tiger and his tenacious tendencies with which the crowd catered to him for. Instead, Salem showed his spiteful seriousness, stomping on the extended toe of the successor to Saint Joey, hoping to jar the athlete a bit with a bruising foot stomp, instead! Should the shifty tactic take hold, Salem would work for an advantage, looking to duck and dash behind the animalistic athlete, wrapping wrists around his waist for a sudden show of strength - a German Suplex!
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:01 pm
Salem stomps the toe
Such serious disrespect
For the Tiger Hat
Reaching to the ground
A throbbing pain shoots through him
Damn that really hurt
Attention shifted
Salem leapt behind his prey
Dancing for victory
Not to be outdone
Tiger, while thrown to the air
Uses momentum
Still lifted over
Pushing himself much further
Cat lands on his feet
Such acrobatics
Surely more were to follow?
No, a simple shove
Push into his back
Forward unto the ring rope
This was Tiger's aim
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:14 pm
With the nimbleness and agility of the creature he took his name from, Tiger managed to land on his feet following the suplex and even catch "The Copperhead" by surprise with a shove to the back, sending Salem forward into the ropes! However, the Seasons Champion took the push in stride, turning his back to the cables and leaning into them to rebound with an even greater speed and force than he was thrown into them, charging back at the fan favorite furry with a fierce forearm - trying to clothesline the cat inside-out!
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:27 pm
Cat like agility could not help forever,
Likely, Salem would catch him soon,
Otherwise violent moves becoming the norm,
The beast awakening inside the enemy.
However, for now, one simple move
Elegant in its execution
Simply ducking Salem's forearm
Leaving the fray, to run to the ropes
In one quick leap, avoiding the rebound
Neglecting gravity as he jumps at the ropes
Elastic rebounding, for a springboard dropkick.
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Silent at first, but coming alive
Under the stress of ringside glamour,
Passing the fans for another.
Prudent in her response to Salem,
Only one man had her heart.
Riotously she clapped her hands,
Tiger Girl cheering him on, with the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:43 pm
Tiger Hat was wasting no time showing off that signature speed and flair that had made him a cult favorite among the BBW Universe and beyond. But ducking the lariat and opting t go high-risk so soon would prove to be a costly maneuver - Salem swiftly turning around to try and snatch Tiger's incoming feet by the ankles right from the air! With a smirk, Salem would start to swivel around in a circle, maintaining his grip to try and start spinning the smaller man around the center of the ring, looking to stretch his spine with centrifugal force while also disorienting the feline-themed fighter in the process!
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 9:15 am
Round, round, round, round, round, round, round.
Rush, rush, rush, rush, rush, rush, rush.
Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Nothing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 10:05 am
Salem had caught Tiger's feet in mid-air, grounding the high-flyer in a manner of speaking as he swung the smaller man around the center of the ring by his ankles. It wasn't often that Salem fought someone as agile and athletic as himself, but "The Copperhead" seemed to be adjusting well, the crowd starting to count the rotations as he spun. At the stroke of seven, however, Salem would suddenly let go - releasing his grip to sling the product of Saint Joey towards the middle ropes that lined the canvas, nearby! He was trying to throw him clear from the mat to the barricade outside!
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 10:14 am
As you release your nemesis' ankles, he is thrown from the ring and lands in the hellish scape beyond the ropes, just as you had intended. The force of the rotations worked to great effect; he hit the awkward corner betwixt floor and barricade, the angle undoubtedly causing even more damage then you intended.
You see that the opponent is not moving.
If you wish to observe his actions, turn to page 17.
If you wish to press the attack while he is vulnerable, turn to page 163.
If you wish to leave the ring, but not attack, turn to page 24.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 10:21 am
While some popped for the exciting tumble Tiger had taken to the outside, others booed the blatant carelessness Salem had shown for Tiger's well-being. There was also a portion of the audience that simply stood silent, watching to see what Salem would do next. It seemed the Seasons Champion was also contemplating his next move, leaning over the top rope with his forearms to observe his handiwork. Grinning a little, Salem stepped back, throwing his arms out to his sides.
"I! Am! B-B-W!" he bellowed, provoking a 'B-B-Dub' chant from only the most snarky of fans as he suddenly sprung forward, leaping over the ropes to flip forward towards the outside.
Straightening as his body came full circle, Salem stiffened his legs, looking to stomp on the fallen fan favorite while reaching out with his hands to grab the barricade and brace his landing!
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:14 pm
 Tiger Hat is stumbling as he narrowly avoids Salem's flying stomp! He tries to stay balanced, but ends up falling to the ground after pushing himself forward too fiercely. Not the smartest move, Tiger! As Tiger Girl watches on from afar, what will our hatted hero do to recover from this tricky position? Will Salem give him a chance to recover? Find out in the next issue of BBW Comics: Salem Gets Hardcore!
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:28 pm
Salem's sensational somersault stomp was stymied by the sudden swerve of Tiger, who narrowly managed to escape being crushed under the weight and momentum of Croft's body. A jarring jolt went up Salem's legs as he landed, holding himself up as intended with his hands on the security wall. Stomping out of frustration, the crowd popped with cheers at TH's evasion, prompting "The Copperhead" to snarl and survey the stands before looking over at his ailing opponent.
"Sonuva...Ugh!" Salem growled, tearing his dress shirt open and sending buttons flying about in the process. Ripping it off and throwing it aside, Salem stormed towards Tiger, walking by him and instead to the microphone he'd left near the ramp's mouth, just adjacent to him.
"Is THIS what you wanted, Tiger?!" he spat angrily, looking on at the audience after addressing him. "Is this what you came to see?! Well, welcome home!" he finished, slamming the receiver down onto the padded concrete hard enough to break bulb from handle.
Using the distance between them, Salem sized up his enemy for a brief second before taking a three-step run - cartwheeling towards Tiger before planting his feet and flipping forward into a standing senton!
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