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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 1:53 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a quarter-final round in the Seasons Championship Tournament! The winner of this contest will move on to the semi-final round of the tournament! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 2:01 am
The lights went dark with a touch of crimson red hidden, the fans knew who it was as Satellite hit the PA, it had been a new addition to Styles' repertoire as the titantron played on, showing Andrew's victories, best moves and downfalls. His titantron had nothing to hide, good or bad, it was there.
Tim McIllrath's voice boomed on the PA after the first chords of guitar slowly and surely, this being the first verse of the True Crimson's theme.
You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
As the theme reached that point, a silhouette appeared in the middle of the ramp, this being Andrew Styles none the less, maybe a few steps into normal sanity were coming. The fans booed and some just cheered because there was always this line separating boos from cheers. For a moment, the boos covered up the cheers but then, just like it was some competition, the cheers became louder within the rhythm of the song.
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me
As the chorus hit the PA, Andrew Styles made his usual elegant walk down the ring, brandishing his tag title on the right shoulder, the lights going back to normal after a huge explosion of pyro hit the whole ramp, making a sequence of explosion sounds. This just being the add-up for his facepaint as he walked down the ramp with haste and promptly slid through the bottom rope of the ring, this time, he had nothing to throw to the fans, no souvenirs for the peasants. His ring attire was consisted of a red and black latex armband, a right black leather wristband with studs, black normal wrestling boots, black and red tights and to finish, gray gloves with a few black stripes on the sides.
Announcer: From Montreal, Canada, weighing in at Two Hundred and Eighteen pounds, he is one half of the tag team champions....The True Crimson, Andrew Styles!
For now, he just awaited for his opponent to come to the ring, so he could finish it up and get over with it as to get something worth the path with this tournament shot that he's got. Not like he would go that far because seeing the repertoire, he never won the finals on anything but he was dead determined on reaching the finals.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 9:53 pm
Bum-bum...
Bum-bum...
Bum-bum
Bum-bum
A heart beat echoed throughout the arena, the lights flickered off.
A spot light shined on the stage, but it eerily flickered on and off like some sort of horror movie.
The titantron was even more eerie as it showed various members of the BBW roster being contorted into O, S, Z, L, J and T shapes in a long rectangular box, with filling up a unique puzzle, as an image of Kujaku standing straight filled in the gap that the shapes made, causing the shapes in the box and him to disappear.
The Tetris Type A theme began to play, as various block shapes that were painted up like the Seasons Tournament participants landed on the stage.
Another straight box was lowered into the ring, as it opened up revealing Shiro Kujaku in his white garb, his arms across his chest.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Hailing from Her Majesty's Royal Court, weighing in at three hundred pounds, standing at six feet, eight inches. He is Elegant Enigma, Shiro Kujaku!"
The announcer spoke, but the enigma in the box didn't move even at the mention of his name, or introduction.
However the bell rang signaling the start of the match.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:06 am
Finally, his opponent presented himself to the crowd and Andrew Styles, with a smirk across his facial features just moved in his normal stance, palms open and feet well placed for the best of balance.
His eyes were trying to pinpoint anything from Kujaku's stance if the other had one to start off with other than the usual clench the fists and go forward like a dumb-founded muscle hunch.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 8:34 am
The figure in the box remained unmoved, upon further inspection of the box. The individual within it, wasn't even alive! It was a mannequin! Another box was lowered into the ring, it opened up featuring another Kujaku adorned in black.
Another mannequin!
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 5:01 am
You've got to be shitting me. That was Andrew Styles' thoughts right now as he rolled out of the ring and walked to the anouncers' table, hitting it once with a right handed slap, requesting for an explanation to this playtime of Kujaku's.
He wanted his opponent to come out like a man and not like a chicken-s**t that is trying to do a Sting-esque on mental games.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 11:26 am
The ring announcer handed Styles a mic, but didn't let go of the mic as he attempted to connect with a right cross across the face of Andrew with what appeared to be brass knuckles on his hand.
If successful, the 'ring announcer' would tear off a prosthetic skin mask to reveal.. Another mask! The Elegant Peacock Kujaku was in the match!
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:38 pm
Andrew requested for an explanation not a microphone for the matter, couldn't expect him to rattle his mouth in the midst of a mental game either, so when the ring announcer came with the microphone, Styles felt it was weird, seeing he did not ask for it.
But none the less, to not null the distraction and the hit out since Kujaku put so much effort in this, Styles got caught with a sudden right cross across the face, it hurt like a mother ******** as he fell like a brick, it did not knock him out but he knew that pain all too well, brass knuckles on the face, tearring away at the flesh, each punch taken was like thunder.
He was left to glance at the announcer as the crowd heated up by knowing that Kujaku had actually done such a cowardly move, Styles held to his face with the right hand as he tried to think on a good plan to get the momentum on his side.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:43 pm
Kujaku assumed the brass knuckle shot wouldn't keep the 'Crimson' down, and sure enough it didn't. It was merely a formality, to take down one half of the tag champions.
This was Kujaku who was given wall after wall after wall to plow through since his debut, getting screwed out of the Seasons Championship.
Something had to give, something.. Someone had to give.
As Announcer Kujaku, started taking off the equipment on the announce table, throwing one of the television monitors down, attempting to hit the True Crimson with the monitor a bit casually.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:25 am
Casualities happened, here and there, tick tock, tick tock. It was like a clock in Andrew's mind as he got hit with that monitor on the back, that served to help him slowly progress from a normal sanity level to bat-s**t insane as he aimed to get up from the floor once again, putting his hands on the floor as he rose his body slowly, maybe he would be stopped in the midst but if he was not stopped from getting back on his vertical base, he would be on his two feet and awaiting for the next advance.
Though at the next advance, he would most likely be ready to brace for impact.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 11:01 am
Announcer 1: And Kujaku has surprised us all with this new attitude, and demeanor
Announcer 2: Of course, he's wrecking the place and dropping weird shapes from out of the sky.
Announcer 1: Don't you think it might be a bad idea to decide to take this new attitude out on Andrew Styles? He's like some crimson radiated monster when he gets mad.
Announcer 2: Well, he is the 'True Crimson'. But one has to wonder is he really ready for Kujaku? He is after all 'technically' undefeated by only getting a loss by decision.
Announcer 1: It doesn't matter, wait a minute! What's Kujaku doing with that cord?!
As the announcers were talking, the Elegant Enigma attempted to wrap a camera cord against the throat of Andrew Styles. It wasn't personal with what Kujaku was doing, or rather in a sense it 'was' personal.
For months, it seemed that every time Kujaku got into a position to where he rightfully earned something it was instantly taken away from him.
He won the right to a championship, he had to defend that right.
He won that match, he 'technically' won the championship
Only for the decision to be reversed, and the title stripped.
A tournament was held, and his first round opponent couldn't be bothered to show.
Many would see that as a good thing, but Kujaku saw it as frustrating.
and he had enough, as he gripped the plastic cord in his hand, lowering it down to the neck of Andrew Styles.
It was nothing personal... Nothing at all..
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:21 am
Styles was like a prey in the eyes of Kujaku, he was getting madder and madder as tiem was going by and to avoid being completely taken over by the plastic cord, he put his hands on his own neck to keep the cord from being completely on his neck but that came with a price, his gloves were catching the friction behind the strength put on that strangle attempt.
Styles was aiming to get up within due time and if he got in his vertical base, he promptly would aim to do a heel kick right between Kujaku's legs, he had to play it dirty because Kujaku was not making things easier.
Styles had to win this match to pave his path back into stardom, years in the making, his career had little highlights.
He was the first ever winner of the Crimson City title. Months after, he was blindsided by King's kids and injured, the authority forced him to drop the title to vacant hands.
He came back to be the first Backstage War winner ever.
He had shots at tournaments and reached the finals but he fell flat in the end, two years in a row. Blackjack did the first one and Awesome Face did the second.
Those facts were however overwritten as Andrew has kept winning for a while, he got the tag team championship but it was not worth anything to him.
He had to win this match, to make his path to stardom relevant. Nothing was personal against Kujaku or anyone, he just had to win. He needed this in his career, to give him another shot.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 10:04 pm
((Apologies, kid was sick))
Kujaku had had enough of this 'True Crimson' and he knew that choking him out wasn't going to happen, he preferred a fight. Staggering back after Andrew had kicked him. It set off, a boiling rage within the Elegant Peacock that had been brewing for a while. Grabbing another television monitor, the Elegant Enigma attempted to drop it on Styles back!
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 11:39 am
Andrew Styles knew that Kujaku staggered back and he had the knife and the bread in his hands for the rest but Kujaku had the counter perfectly in his hands, a monitor but Styles quickly aimed to put a Super Kick to stop Kujaku in his tracks by moving back one step and then aiming to put his foot up, he could get hurt by the monitor but that would be nothing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:32 am
The movement was instantaneous, it was a scene like out of slow motion. Styles getting up suddenly, and superkicking Kujaku but at that moment, Kujaku flung the monitor as it traversed towards the True Crimson's face!
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